NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL
This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.
This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.
For background on the characters you can click on my story link and read Daddy’s little girl and number 2. Anonymous reader 1 through to 4.
Tonight was it. Every detail had been meticulously planned. He had haunted her footsteps like a shadow for the past two months, had her in his every thought for the past seven. He had memorized her every smile. He would awaken from his dreams to swear he could smell her sweet perfume. He had tried fruitlessly to win her attention, but she barely even noticed his existence. And with every unreturned smile he felt a hate burn inside of him. She thought she was better than him. She thought that she could just ignore him, swat him away like an insect. But not for long. After tonight she would never forget him.
He sat under the leaves of a maple tree not two hundred yards from her apartment watching her windows. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend, so she was alone. He watched the lights in her room flicker and brighten from what he assumed to be her tv. His hands twitched in anticipation as her laughter trickled down from the tiny sliver she had cracked in her window. She always kept her window open at night. Finally her laughter subsided and the flicking lights vanished. The window was dark and quiet, and all he had left to do was wait just a little longer. It was twelve fifteen.
He crept up the stairs running through all he had brought with him. He hoped that none of it would be necessary, but it was better to be prepared. It would be more fun without it. He had brought soft, silky strips of cloth of the deepest red: her favorite color. And it always looked so good against her pale skin and ebony hair. He also had a knife. The blade was small and dull, couldn’t cut through the most delicate of lace, but it was more for the effect. He had no intention of truly causing her harm, and he would rather not use it. It was more to make sure that she didn’t struggle. He winced as the board in front of her door creaked. Yes her roommate was out of town, but she still had neighbors. The excitement bubbled up inside him, his patience failing fast. Fumbling, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a key. Her roommate had conveniently “lost” hers a week ago, only to have it turn up just under the driver’s side door of her car a day later. In the meantime a copy had been made. The key slid silently into the lock, fitting perfectly. Slowly he pushed the door open, and slunk inside. He left the door open a crack for just an instant to allow the glow of an orange street lamp to illuminate the room. It was easy to orient himself in a second, for all the apartments had the same floor plan. Finally he pulled the door firmly shut behind him and locked it.
He stood for what seemed to stretch on forever, taking in the sounds and smells of the apartment. It smelled of lavender, and faintly of her. To his left he could hear the white noise of the refrigerator humming, and just underneath he thought he caught the sound of sheets rustling and a soft sigh. He removed his shoes, and painstakingly began to traverse the space between the front door and her bedroom. He was so close. After what seemed a lifetime, he reached her bedroom door. It was cracked open just a bit, and he held his breath as he placed his hand on the handle. Slowly he pushed it open.
There she lay, her slender form stretched out upon the bed, right under the open window. She looked so small and helpless engulfed by the size of the double bed. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight that streamed through the window, illuminating her peaceful face ringed by soft raven waves. Even his dreams had not done her justice. How dare she think herself better than him. It was she laying helpless in dreamland, unaware of his power over her. He felt himself begin to grow hard as he noticed her left breast peeking out from under the covers in the gentle moonlight. He had waited so long for this. Quietly he shut the door behind him and crept across the room. He wished for her to remain asleep until he was ready. Stooping by the bed side table, he removed to strips of the red cloth and the knife. The other to strips he tied at the foot of the bed. He would need those in time, and he would hate for anything to interrupt him. Next he carefully leaned over and slid the window shut. No need having an audience listening in on his fun. Finally he was ready.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing at her face. His anger melted as he studied the way the moonlight made her glow. He leaned over and tenderly brushed a strand of hair as soft as silk from her face, then let his hand cradle her cheek. He studied the face that he already had burned into his every waking and dreaming moment. He could have loved her fully if she was not so self absorbed. He bowed his head over hers, feeling her whisper of a breath against his skin as he kissed her forehead. Her skin was as smooth as marble and as warm as a summer’s breeze. He moved lower, mildly kissing her lips, feeling their rosebud softness against his before pulling away. A smile lay upon her lips, as if in a dream worth keeping. He softly kissed her again, then again, then again, each time more passionately than before. His hands began to wander, running through her hair, across her cheek, down her neck, over her shoulders.
Suddenly her eyelids flew open and with a gasp she tried to push herself away from him. Her eyes were filled with panic as she searched for her dream assailant to find that it was all too real. Her deep brown eyes cast about his face asking a million questions with one look. Before she could even speak he cut her off. In a rare mood of tenderness he spoke words he could never imagine himself saying. “It’s ok. I’m here.” He tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away, trying to take the blankets with her. “Get away from me,” she gasped. Instead the blankets slipped down to reveal her full breasts, nipples already hard with what he took to be pleasure. Her spiteful words brought all his hate rushing back, and any tenderness he had felt was gone for good. “What? Too good for me are you?” he asked gruffly. At this he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her again. She struggled, trying to turn her head and push him away, but instead he tangled one hand in her hair, holding her face against his. The other hand he slid down her bare body to rest on the small of her back, keeping her in place. She began pounding her hands against his broad shoulders, trying desperately to push him away but he was too strong. She tried to speak, to beg him to stop, but all she could make were whimpering sounds as he forced his lips against hers. The more she struggled the more his grip tightened. As he deepened his kiss and tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, she bit down and he recoiled. He shook her once then pulled her close to try again, only to have his lip attacked. Angrily he grabbed her face in his hand and brought it close to his, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You will not bite me,” he growled and pushed her down against the bed, sliding his hand down to her throat. He swung his right leg over her, straddling her, pining her in place. He could feel himself growing larger as he stared down at her uncovered chest. Her breasts were so large, so perfect. He kept her in his choke hold and lowered his mouth to her shoulder, first kissing, then biting. He heard her breath catch as he sunk his teeth into her tender flesh for the first time. He took no pains in making sure she was comfortable, biting as hard as he pleased, causing whimpers to escape her lips. She tasted so sweet. Slowly he worked his way down kissing, biting, and tonguing her. Finally he flicked his tongue over her exposed nipple and felt her squirm under him. “You like that?” he asked, a devilish grin on his face. “Please stop. I beg you please,” she pleaded helplessly, her voice barely a whisper. Instead he turned his attention back to her erect nipple, continuing to tease it, licking, flicking, pinching, biting. He could feel her tensing under him and prepared for her next attack. She tried to kick and flail and claw her way out from under him, but he was simply too strong. He pushed his hand deeper into her throat, cutting off her air. With the other he managed to grab both her hands and pin them above her head, leaving her nothing to fight with. She attempted to fight for a minute more, desperately trying to free herself only to sink back down under his weight, panting and helpless. “Let me go you bastard!” she heaved, mustering all her strength. He merely looked at her and sighed, then reached for a strip of cloth on the bedside table. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, for we both know that you would try to run.” He spoke to her as if scolding a child. He then began to wind the cloth around her wrists, binding her tightly. “No!” she screamed and began struggling again. His hand flew and slapped her right across the face. For a moment she lay in shock, unable to move. That moment was more than what he needed, and he reached again for the table, this time grabbing the knife. He held it in front of her face, making damn sure she saw it. “You will not do that again,” he commanded. He lowered the knife to her neck, letting the cold steel rest there. “You will not say a word unless I tell you you can. And if you scream again, so help me I swear you will be punished. Is that understood?” Terrified, she lay perfectly still and silent under the touch of ice at her neck. “I said you understand?” he growled, pressing the knife harder against her skin. Quickly and silently she nodded her head, too afraid to speak. “Good. Now stay still.” With that he placed the knife between his teeth, and resumed tying her hands above her head, then securing them to the headboard.
The pure terror in her eyes excited him. He had never had such power, such control over anything. He liked it. Now that he finally had his chance, he almost didn’t know what to do. There had been so many fantasies, so many things he wanted to do to her that he had no idea what to do first. For a minute he just sat, taking in her helpless form, bound and naked under him. She turned her head as far as she could, refusing to look at him. “Trying to hide from me baby?” he asked. Reaching out he grabbed her face in his hand, twisting her to look at him. She tried to resist, but he could tell that she was starting to give up. “I said look at me,” he commanded. Reluctantly she let her eyes meet his, only to dart away again. He gave her a shake, and she forced herself to return his gaze. “You don’t want to look at me huh? Don’t want to see the man who’s gonna give you the best fucking of your life? I was hoping you would, but I can do it either way.” He grabbed another piece of cloth from the table and turned back to look at her. He leaned in and kissed her again, then began wrapping the cloth around her head, covering her eyes. “Please,” she begged and whipped her head to the side causing the cloth to fall. That one word was all that escaped her lips before his next blow fell. She curled up as best she could and tried to turn away, but her forced her onto her back again and forcefully grabbed one of her breasts. She gasped in pain as he relentlessly dug his fingers deeper into her flesh. “What did I say?” he growled with his mouth right against her ear. Suddenly he was off of her, and she was all too aware of her uncovered body. As she tried to curl up, a hand grabbed her left ankle. She kicked, fighting away her assailant, but he held tight. Then her leg was tied, and she could no longer kick. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to free her limbs before she had nothing left to fight with, but it was too late. Her right leg had already been caught in his grasp. She flailed in fear, horrified by her helplessness. He smiled as he watched her fight knowing that he had already won.
He stripped down, leaving his cloths in a pile at the foot of the bed. Then he silently moved up to where she lay, standing right next to her torso. She tried to move away from him, but her bonds wouldn’t allow it. “Open your mouth.” She lay stunned, too afraid to do anything, looking at him in pure shock. He positioned himself above her, a leg on either side. She did her best to burry her head in the pillow, but he grabbed her face. Suddenly something pressed against her lips, and she twisted her head away again. It felt warm and wet, and smelled musky. She tried to rub her lips against her pillow, but he grabbed her by the hair and twisted her back. Again he pressed himself against her lips, and she refused. “I’m not going to tell you again. Now open your mouth.” Once again she felt the ice of a blade against her shoulder and that was all the convincing she needed. She no longer twisted away, but she did not jump to accommodate him. Instead he just pushed himself against her mouth and slid past her lips. Slowly he began to gyrate, sliding himself past her lips over and over again. She did nothing but lay there, fighting her gag reflex. “Suck it,” he commanded. “Suck my cock like you’ll die if you don’t.” He began to thrust, moving harder and faster. Her mouth felt so good around his swelling cock. But she was still trying to force her mouth shut. “Don’t use your teeth,” he commanded. The tension eased, and he continued. He dropped the knife next to them on the bed and slipped his hand under her head, pulling her closer. If she wasn’t going to move he was going to make her. He could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her tongue wiggling to get away from his taste, and her trying to pull away. But it felt so good. Each thrust slid her tongue across his cock, and each jerk of her head allowed him to push in harder and deeper. He listened to her whimper around him, and each one pushed him closer to the edge. He had never felt anything like this before. He could feel her beginning to gag, choking on him, but he was so close, so close to exploding. But he didn’t want to choke her and end the fun. Besides, he wanted to kiss her again without tasting his own cum. So at the last moment he slid out of her, exploding all over her breasts with a giant groan. She twisted away as best she could, coughing and gasping now that she was free.
“That good huh?” he asked with a smile. Slowly he got up from her bed then stumbled to her closet. There he found a towel that looked clean. He sat back down next to her and watched her sputter for a minute before reaching out to her. She flinched away as soon as she felt him reaching for her, dreading what he had planed next. “Relax,” he said with a tone of mock annoyance. “I was gonna clean you off, but I guess if you don’t want…” he let his words trail off. “Please,” she asked, forgetting herself. But he was too satisfied to care. He had begun to feel some tenderness for her, after the pleasure she had given him. And after all, he did care for her, even if she was conceited. She lay perfectly still and waited for him. She preferred when he was gentle. “Here,” he said, and lightly wiped her mouth. She seemed grateful for this. Next he gently cleaned off her breasts, fondling each one afterward. He dropped the towel on the floor and climbed over her, curling up next to her. He lay his head down on her breast and absent-mindedly began running his fingers over her stomach and legs. “That was amazing,” he sighed. She squirmed, trying to take some of the pressure off her bound wrists and ankles. “What? Oh stop it. You know I can’t untie you. You’d try to run.” She looked down at him almost in tears. “Please,” she begged, her voice wavering. “I promise I won’t run. Just please untie me. Please, it hurts.” He sighed and sat up, wondering if he should. He liked having her helpless beside him, but he also wanted to feel her touch. It would be so much more fun if she could move with him. He could try it, and if she misbehaved he could just as easily tie her up again. And the look in her eyes, those deep chocolate eyes. Somehow she had the power to melt him with one look, and he hated that she had power over him. He raised his hand as if to strike her, and smiled as she flinched away. He still had the ultimate power.
“Fine, I’ll untie you, as long you promise not to fight or run. But if you disobey in the slightest way, I will tie you back up. Understood?” She nodded, eager to be able to move again. He slowly moved toward her feet, kissing her down her stomach, her thigh, her leg, then unwinding the cloth from around her ankle. He repeated the process, kissing back up her leg then down the other, pausing to hover over her mound, then kissing it ever so tenderly. He was pleased that she did not shy away from his touch, but her body remained tense. As soon as her legs were free she closed them and drew them close to her body. After releasing her other leg he moved upward kissing her belly, her chest, her neck. He stopped just above her face and looked straight into her eyes. “Kiss me” he said softly, hovering over her body. It was more of a request than a demand. But as he leaned in, he was pleased that she did not pull away, and he felt a thrill as their lips met. Hers were so soft. He let the tension out of his arms and lay on top of her, feeling the warmth of her skin against him. His passion was beginning to stir again, his cock growing hard. He could not understand how she could just lay there unmoving under him. Her hands were still tied above her head, her legs clamped closed. She didn’t really kiss him, but merely allowed him to kiss her. He began running his hands over her, hoping to inspire movement. He caressed her arms, shoulders, down her sides, her hips. She lay still, occasionally shivering at his soft touch. “Does that feel good?” She was staring at the wall, refusing to look at him. She could never admit that, yes, his touch felt wonderful, and she imagined that it would be a thousand times better if she had actually wanted it. But like this, she wanted nothing more than to run screaming.
“What would you like? Hmmm?” She shivered again as he ran his hand down her side. “Leave me alone,”she breathed, bold against her fear. She tensed, ready for the blow, but was relieved to hear him laugh softly. “Aww… but we’re having so much fun. There must be something I can do for you. You seem to like this.” He continued stroking her, moving lower. He traced small circles over her belly, then trailed his fingers down to her hips, running from one to the other. Then he slid his fingers down to the place between her legs. She clamped them tighter trying to keep him out. “Please don’t. Please.” He wiggled his finger, slipping it in between them, finding her clit. He began to stroke her, moving his finger in tiny circles. He was surprised at her wetness. A slight moan escaped her lips even as she tried to pull away. He slid his other hand under her, placing it in the small of her back, holding her against his other hand. He spent another minute massaging her clit, moving her hips for her. Her breathing became heavier and her legs began to spread ever so slightly. He took his chance and slid his finger down into her wet pussy. She gasped and involuntarily arched as she felt his finger slide inside of her. “I thought you would like that.” He began moving his finger in and out of her, first slowly then gaining speed. Her breath came in choked spurts, trying to fight her pleasure. Suddenly he slid another finger in, and a full moan formed on her lips. She had begun to gyrate against his hand without his guidance, and he spread her legs farther apart. Then he lowered his face to taste. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she pressed against him with a sigh. He began lapping at her, tasting her sweet juices. She was thrashing in pleasure, unable to keep still. “You taste so good,” he sighed as he came up for breath. All she could do was moan in response, his fingers still thrusting into her.
By now his cock was ready, even harder than before. He practically ached to be inside her soaked pussy. He pulled his fingers out, then positioned himself over her, barely able to wait any longer. But he wanted to play with her some more. “Ask for it,” he commanded. “Tell me how much you want it.” She moaned, trying to rub herself against him. All logic had left her, now controlled by pure sexual desire. “Tell me how much you want to feel my cock inside you. Beg for it. Tell master how you want to be my little whore.” She just kept panting and arching her back, trying so hard to get him. “If you want it say it.” Before she had time to even comprehend what she was doing the words had escaped her lips. “Please let me be your whore. Let me feel your cock.” He smiled at her words. “Where do you want to feel it? Hmmm? Tell me exactly what you want master to do to you.” He teased her, barely touching himself to her. “I wanna feel your cock in my pussy. Please, master.” It felt so good to hear her beg. Then with a thrust he pushed himself inside her.
She practically screamed as his huge cock slid into her tight wet pussy. He grabbed her legs, holding them up against his shoulders and grabbed her hips. He began humping her, pulling her from her hips with each thrust. He could feel her pussy straining to accommodate him as he pushed deeper and deeper. She moaned with every thrust, barely able to breathe, and he wanted to keep her under his power. He stopped and clapped a hand over her mouth, leaning in real close. “Did I say you could make a sound?” he growled. Fear crept back into her brown eyes. “That’s better. Not a sound unless I say so.” He started up again, this time more slowly, teasingly. He could see her biting her lip, fighting the moans rising in her throat. Her breath caught every time her pushed into her. He was baiting her, waiting for what he knew would come. Finally she let out a squeak after he had pulled out and plunged back in again.
“What did I say?” He grabbed at her arms, ripping at the knots at her wrists. After freeing them, he forcefully flipped her over, pulling her hips toward him and pulling her arms behind her back. “I’m sorry master,” she breathed, trying to appease him. But her words only made it worse. “What did I say?” he shouted. “On you hands and knees.” he commanded. “Come on, come on. Stick your butt in the air.” He pulled on her arms, forcing her into the position he demanded. She moaned in pain as his hand slapped her ass. “That hurt? Hmmm?” He smacked her harder, the sound ringing in her ears. “Since you’re so keen to speak, answer my question you dirty little cunt. Does it hurt?” He hit her again and she squealed in pain. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes what you little whore?” “Yes master.” He slapped her again, feeling her hot flesh under his hand. “That’s better. I told you if you disobeyed you would be punished. But I’m going to let you help pick your punishment. How many times should I spank your lovely little ass hmmm?” He ran his hand over her ass, admiring it. The right cheek burned from the blows. He slid his hand farther down, back to her dripping pussy. He teased it, stroking the lips before sliding his fingers back inside. Then releasing her arms, with other hand he smacked her again. “The longer you take to answer the more spankings you’ll get.” He raised his hand again, and just as he was about to let it fall she answered. “Five?” she asked hoping that would be enough. “Only five? I don’t think that’s nearly enough. But how about this? What’s five times five?” He slammed his fingers into her, causing her to squeal. “Twe- twenty five,” she gasped. “Good. And you will count out every one. Keep your hands by your sides. Ready?”
He raised his right hand to slap her plump ass and pulled the fingers of his left almost out of her pussy. Then he brought his hand down on her and slammed his fingers into her a split second later. The moan that flew from her lips excited him. “One,” she gasped. Again his hand rose and his fingers pulled out to repeat the process. “Two. Three. Four. Five.” His fingers accented every number that came from her lips, making it that much more difficult for her. “Louder you little cunt.” He hit her again, savoring her moans that grew louder with every torturous touch. By the time he got to ten her ass was on fire, and by fifteen she was screaming with each blow. His cock was even harder than before and he wanted to cum so bad it almost hurt. He finished up her spankings, loving the way he ass felt under his hand. He could feel her pussy throbbing around his fingers and couldn’t wait another second. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, aligning her with his cock. Then without hesitation he slipped into her still soaked pussy. She moaned, trying to pull away. “Oh no you don’t.” He held on to her hips nice and tight, pulling her back to him. She squealed as he pushed his cock deep inside her. “Please stop. It hurts. Please.” He could hear her voice cracking as she begged. But he needed this. “As soon as you get me off I’ll let you rest.” Then he began humping her, pushing his dick into her. He could feel her pussy throbbing, squeezing against him, unwillingly coaxing him to orgasm. He pumped himself faster and faster, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She was screaming, barely getting in air, fingers clawing at the blankets in pain. And then finally he came, thrashing in pleasure, exploding inside her. He had never orgasmed so hard in his life.
He collapsed on top of her, panting and covered in sweat. He could feel her under him, body slick with both his and her own sweat, heaving under the weight of his body, but he did not move. He was too tired. After a few minutes he removed his lip dick from her and rolled her onto her back. As he crawled up next to her he found that she was sobbing, tears streaming down her face. Her face glistened with mixture of sweat and tears, and her hair was wild and tangled. But she looked so beautiful to him. He lay next to her, gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He held her close but not tight, and began to stroke her hair. “It’s all right. It’s over. Don’t cry.” He kissed her forehead tenderly, and continued to comfort her. She did not try to fight him, nor did she allow herself to cuddle against him; she merely lay sobbing. Finally her tears subsided as she fell into a restless sleep. He lay there with her, admiring every curve of her body and they way it seemed to glow in the moonlight.
After a while he rose, heading to the kitchen. He searched the cabinets for a glass, then filling it with water. He drank the whole thing in a matter of seconds, then refilled it. He could feel the sweat on his body drying, leaving him with an almost sticky feeling. He headed for the bathroom, flipping on the light as he went and started the shower. He was pleased to find that the apartment had an actual bath tub, which would make his plans easier. After starting it up, he headed back to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway, watching her sleep and sipping his glass of water. He felt a huge sense of achievement taking her in, noticing his cum oozing out of her pussy. He had achieved that which he had wanted for so long.
He put down his empty glass, then went to the bed. “Wake up,” he murmured in her ear. He gently ran a hand across her cheek and could feel the dried tears. She began to curl up in a ball, pulling her legs toward her chest with a moan. “Come on. We should clean you up.” He leaned down and slipped his arms under her and picked her up. He carried her to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
She shivered as the water hit her even though it was warm. He sat down in the middle of the spray with her still in her arms, cradling her as if she were a child. He held her against him, supporting her head against his arm, and watched the water drip down her body in beads. She just lay with her eyes closed, exhausted and sore from his fucking. He reached up and grabbed a washcloth, then began washing her ever so gently. He started with her face, washing away the salt from her dried tears. Then he moved down her neck, and over her shoulders. Next her washed her breasts, noticing her nipples were hard under the hot water. Kissing her neck all the while, he moved in small circles starting at the nipple and moving outward, finishing each breast with a kiss. Then he moved lower, stroking her stomach, then her mound. He felt her tense as her touched her there, afraid that he would take her again. “It’s ok,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.” Putting down the cloth, he began to stroke her with his fingers, letting the water trickle over her. He slipped his hand in between the fold of her legs and gently guided them apart, allowing the water to cascade down her sore cunt. She didn’t even try to fight. She was so exhausted that she just lay there, silently begging that he wouldn’t hurt her again. He slid his fingers down over the lips of her pussy, feeling the stickiness of his cum and her juices. Gently he rubbed that away, helping the water. Then he parted them as tenderly as he could, and slid a finger inside her. He felt her tremble as her breath caught and a moan formed in her throat.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. He held her close, and began moving his finger inside of her, coaxing his cum out of her. Every few seconds a moan would catch in her throat and she would jump as he massaged her sore little pussy, but he held on to her, cleaning up after himself as gently as he could. He buried his head in her hair, inhaling deeply. She smelled so sweet. When he was finished cleaning her, he just sat there, holding her as the warm water trickled down their bodies. He felt her sink deeper into his arms with every minute until he could tell she had slipped back into sleep. He wiggled his way out from under her and turned off the water. Carefully he stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, looking down at her as the water slowly dripped over her curves. There was still so much that he wanted, but that would have to wait until another night. He was running out of time.
He picked her up and wrapped her in the same towel, then carried her to the couch. He still had work to do. He went back to the bedroom and flipped on the light. With a sigh he gazed a the bed, noting a wet spot right in the middle of it. Those sheets would have to come with him, as would the first towel he had used, which lay crumpled on the floor. First he stripped the bed, stuffing the stained sheet into his bag, then grabbing the towel as well. Next he made sure that he had everything he had brought with him, putting them all back into the bag from where they came. He scooped his clothes off the floor and dressed with a sigh, wishing he didn’t have to leave. It would be so nice to wake up next to her. But he continued on with his cleanup, instead looking forward to his next adventure with her. He grabbed the bag from the floor, then took his empty glass to the kitchen, where he placed it in a pile of already dirty dishes. He unceremoniously dumped his stuff by the door, then went back to her.
She lay just as he had left her, hair still dripping wet. He picked her up, then carried her back to her bed. He noticed that she was covered in goosebumps, and she shivered as he removed the towel. He quickly covered her up with the comforter, then hung the towel over the back to the chair to dry. He didn’t linger to gaze at her, but instead hurried to the kitchen and found an already open bottle of cheap red wine. This was to be the final touch.
He poured a tiny bit into a glass and took both the bottle and the glass into her room. He placed the open bottle on the bedside table, then sat down beside her. He slipped his hand under her head and sat her up, unconcerned as to whether or not she awoke. But she was so exhausted she didn’t even stir. He tipped the glass to her lips, making sure the wine coated them, then lay her back down. Then he let the glass fall to the floor beside the bed, spilling it. Now it would look like she had drank herself into a stupor. It had been all too easy. He grabbed his bag, killed the lights and silently he slipped out the door, being sure to lock it behind him. He would hate for anything to happen to her in her helpless state.
He lay in his own bed, replaying the night over and over. The feel of her skin under his, her sweet smell, the sound of her moans catching in her throat; it had all been so much more amazing than he ever imagined. And he smiled as he drifted off thinking of the note he had left in her desk for her to find. “Don’t worry my love. I’ll be back again for you. I’ll be back again.”
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Brody soon feels the full brunt of Terra’s addiction
Ten
Walking into the office, he knew something was different in how he was feeling. His cock jumped at the sight of Carmine in easy access designer sweat pants waiting alone by the door. She didn’t look him in the eye, and was surprised when he snatched her up and pulled her to the back of the office after opening the door and locking it behind her.
She was docile as he took her straight to his desk and pushed her down over it. Without a word, he pulled her pants over her ass and down her legs. The Latina’s pussy was burning and the scent alone almost made him cum. Without any warning, he stood over her and plunged his cock into the sweltering pool of her sex.
She was almost as hot as Meredith, and with no more than a surprised squeal she took nearly his full length as he burrowed into her. Unrestrained he built up a bruising pace and thrusted into his current partner without any kind of gentleness. His mind was in a different world and he noted her orgasms with sadistic glee as her body tried to keep up.
Trapped as she was, she had no say when he started prying her ass apart. He sent his fingers into her back hole as she reached back to swat his hand away while protesting in broken gibberish.
Pulling back out of her pussy, he rammed his cock into her ass. Carmine screamed but was stifled by Victor as he jammed his forearm across her open mouth like a riding bit and used his arm to pull her back and take more of her ass.
He crept along in her ass and gave her short thrusts making her grunt with effort as he continually pushed into her. Leaning heavily over her, he gave a few final thrusts and exploded into her ass. She gasped in surprise at the volume of his outpouring that swelled his cock in her ass and warmed her whole rectum.
Pulling back, he stood over Carmine and straightened up his clothes. He noticed her looking askance at him as she lay still. “Get dressed. You deserve that for getting your work in early, good job.”
Victor offered her a hand up but she slid away and scurried to her desk without looking at him.
Only Mist had arrived while they were fucking and she didn’t even seem awake enough to notice Carmine working at the desk.
The day passed un-eventfully until lunch time, when Carmine found her way over to Victor’s desk. Victor was glad he didn’t have to call her and wordlessly he got up and led her to the storage room behind the office’s kitchen.
Once in there, he unbuckled his pants and brought out his cock. Carmine looked from him to his cock, and fell to her knees. Trying to imitate Meredith, she opted to flutter her tongue around his cock and kiss the sides and bottom of his cock. Victor groaned from the feeling. Without any real stimulation, he couldn’t cum despite how good he felt.
He let her continue licking and kissing him and eventually she noticed that despite how hard he was she was getting nowhere. Changing tactics, she slobbered over his cock and tried to take it into her mouth then further into her throat.
Victor seized on the feeling and grabbed her up and started to fuck her face. Mindless of the noise she made as she struggled he continued until they were interrupted.
“Hello? Oh snap!” Victor spun and saw Nessi standing in the doorway.
The caramel black woman blocked the doorway and studied the room before she fixated on Victor’s cock.
“Well, well,” She muttered stepping in and closing the door. “Look what mama found. I bet I cou—“
Victor snatched her to him as soon as she got close enough. She looked at him with fear in her eyes and without any more than a growl, he pushed her down to her knees as they stared at each other eye to eye.
Carmine watched as he shoved his cock straight back to Nessi’s throat and fucked her face. Nessi was too shocked to fight or protest and raised her shoulders as she was made to blow him. Soon the shock wore off, and she got into a rhythm and used a hand on his shaft to help out Victor as he throat fucked her.
Pulling her up, his shiny cock slung around spit as it wagged around. He grabbed the back of her neck and bent her forward on her knees as Victor came around behind her.
“Gimme that pussy.” He barked in her ear.
Carmine looked confused, but Nessi knew what to do. She popped out her ass, and slowly pulled down her pants. The brown cheeks, and dark crack of her bubbly ass were exposed slowly as she struggled in the awkward position.
“No panties huh?” Victor noted as she slid her pants down further revealing more of her crack until finally they popped over the hump and dropped down to her knees.
Victor dropped to his knees behind Nessi, and looked her over. His straining cock pointed at her sex with awareness of what it could be doing. Her narrow waist ballooned out to the wide hips of a woman. Viewed from behind it was spectacular how her back strained to hold up her body.
Victor flushed looking her over. “Put your hands on the wall.” He urged quietly.
Pushing his hips forward he rubbed his cock into the underside of her pussy bringing out a moan from both women. Nessi’s pussy made a wet slapping sound as he hit her with it and she pushed back into him seeking out the heavy rod.
Without a word, Victor straightened his cock to point at her core and pushed. Nessi hissed in her breath as she felt him move into her. Unlike Carmine, her pussy was long and tight. Victor didn’t reach her end until he was more than halfway into her. She pushed back feeling him at her womb and Victor pushed in with her so they fucked his cock into her cervix continually.
Keeping his cock against the puckered inner hole, the pair built up a harder and harsher rhythm that sent the black woman’s cheeks colliding into each other as they wobbled. All at once the cervix started to give and Victor fell deeper into Nessi. As the head of his cock pushed into a hole it wasn’t meant to cross, Nessi froze and her back twitched.
Victor’s heavy balls hadn’t even reached the end of her tunnel before he found the absolute end of her. Sliding into the womb, an odd nub aligned with his pisshole. She clenched feeling him tickle her deep inside her body. The movement was satisfying for Victor, making him push in further as the nub vibrated oddly inside the head his cock along the back of his urethra.
With no warning, his cock immediately spit out a hot load. The single spurt wasn’t an orgasm for Victor. As usual however, it did feel good. It was not unlike pumping a large spurt of potent pre-cum.
Feeling his cock twitch and spit, Nessi pushed back and had a small sympathetic climax. He had caught her off guard as the warm spurt gushed out. With the nub driven into his pisshole again, Nessi clenched, making it vibrate in his pisshole, so it stimulated Victor’s cock gush again, which in turn made Nessi drive back again even harder as she climaxed yet again.
Again his cock belched, and again she climaxed, then drove back and twitched. Five, six, seven times he gave her more and more of his sperm. Victor rode along the cycle they were trapped in unaware of the larger orgasm he was being pushed too. Nessi could feel his cock swelling and heating to become white-hot as it filled up.
When he released his cum in a tremendous orgasm, he gave a shout, thrust into Nessi wildy a few times, and began to spurt a heavy load that seemed make his abdomen pulse. Countless drawn out contractions pumped gobs of potent thick stick sperm out into her womb. He could feel every thick clump travel down his cock and splash inside her where it contributed to the wetness and warmth already inside her.
Nessi took his spending with an orgasm of her own as she felt the sensations of his large penis run wild within her. She got a cold sweat, as her womb was whitewashed in jets of warmth.
For a moment, Victor leaned over her as she fell into the wall. Next to them, Carmine continued to masturbate frantically. As he moved to stand, Carmine kept her eyes on his oddly still hard cock.
She pushed him back and knelt to take it in her mouth as he tried to catch his breath. Victor looked down at her as she gobbled his cock. The trickle he had left in his balls was barely enough to satisfy her. After he came, she stood and straightened herself. Ignoring Nessi, who was still against the wall, she left quietly without looking back.
The day was slow after lunch. Victor went to make his rounds and gave a nod to Nessi and Carmine before he left early for the day.
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This is the second part of my first story. Enjoy!
Frank had gone into word document on my computer and typed out the numbers 69 with a winky face. I looked at him and I was speechless. I typed back are you being serious our just messing around. He typed out you tell me, and he leaned down and took my dick into his mouth. His mouth was warm and moist. It felt so good and it was as if I couldn’t move the pleasure was unbelievable. I took my hand a put it on top of his head and kept pushing it down. He stopped and stood up and put his dick in my face and before for he said anything I engulfed his dick.
He started to move his hips back and forth at a nice pace. His dick was going all the way down my throat that his ball sack kept smacking my chin. I stopped and motioned for him to lie down on my bed we laid opposite of each other and proceeded to suck each other’s cocks. The way he moved his mouth and tongue was like no other. He swirled his tongue around my shaft as he slid his moth all over. He would stop often and flicker his tongue around my balls. I was in heaven.
I was so close to Cumming and he knew it. He picked up his pace and tightened his mouth; I couldn’t bare it anymore I shot my loud down his throat. He looked up and smiled and told me to lie on my stomach. I was excited because I knew what was coming next, but he did something that surprised me.
I felt him spread my ass checks apart and I expected him to shove his cock in my ass and start fucking me. But I felt something wet protrude in my ass. He was giving me a rim job and it felt so good, the feeling was amazing the was his tongue lubed up my ass and the feeling of him flickering his tongue around my ass and sucking on it was enough to make me wanna cum again. He then got up and pulled something out of his bag.
I looked up to see what he was getting and he pulled out a dilido. I asked him what he was doing with one of those. His response was that he’s been exploring a lot of things lately. I just smirked and turned my head around. He came over and pressed the dilido up against my ass and the dilido just slid right in. I had my own and used it from time to time. He started off slow and soon enough picked up the pace. He was going hard and quick enough to have me moaning. He continued to fuck my ass with his toy for a good ten minutes. Then he switched to the real thing.
He pulled the dilido out and slid his nine inch dick into my ass. His cock was bigger than the dilido and it felt so much better. His cock went deeper into my ass than anything or anybody has. His girth stretched my hole out to it hurt but it was the best type of pain that I ever felt. I turned my head around to see him fuck me. He leaned forward while still humping me and kissed me. I waited so long for that kiss. He gave a good thrust and I let out a loud aha and it broke the kiss.
The sound of his breathing matched the pace of his thrusts. His balls were smacking my ass and the sound of it wasn’t exactly the quietest. His balls here big, and i loved when he went balls deep into me. When he was that deep i felt his sack press against my ass and he would keep it in and move his hips in a circular motion. It felt amazing. He would pull his cock all the way out and thrust it all the way in and hard. I was was getting the shit fucked out of me and was loving every second of it. It felt so right to have him side of me.
Frank by far was the best person that i have ever been in bed with well male wise anyway. I could see why the girls liked him so much he had a big dick and he knew how to use it. And boy did he use it right!
He then motioned for me to get up so I did. I laid on my back this time. He then put my legs over his shoulder and slid his dick back in my ass he leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders and used them to pull me down as he fucked me. He let go of one of my shoulders and went down to my dick and started jerking it. I laid there in so much pleasure that I came again my load shot up and hit frank’s chin and then his chest. He smiled and started fucking me harder.
I could tell that he was close to Cumming . I pulled his dick out of my ass and started sucking it. I felt his balls tighten up then a felt a warm sticky sweet liquid in my mouth I tried to keep up and swallow as much as I could but he shot too big of a load and cum started to drip out of my mouth. We both laid down on my bed together i licked my cum of of his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. Apparently we both had fallen asleep because when he woke me up it was ten o’clock. I didn’t want the moment between us to end. I asked him if we could just lay there for five more minutes he nodded his head. I said frank he said yeah? I said it with hesitance but i told him that i loved him. He looked at me and said i love you to and he leaned in and kissed me again and he said lets get washed up.
We both took a shower together and round three started.
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I thought I would continue this since the other two writers didn’t finish what they started. Please post you comments and I will do a part 10 If liked
One of my students tells me how he took advantage of his drunk mother.
wife says she will do what i say and she loves it!!
I am debating on if this should be the final part or not. Depending on how much people like it I will do another part
Stacie hides her affair with a sexy teacher as she goes naked for a week at college.
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This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
Amanda’s mom checked me out before she let me date her.
This series will include the babysitter fucking mom with a strapon.
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A Night On The Town.
Hi, my name is Chas, and my wife just can’t get enough. She just really get’s off being naked in public and having her body used for the pleasure of men, fucked in all her holes, whipped, spanked, you name it she love,s it. If anybody had told me eight months ago, that I had a cum bucket slut of a wife and would soon be letting any man, in fact groups of men, strip her naked and abuse her body how they wanted, to humiliate her, use her as their slut, I would have told them they were off their head. Anyway, to my story.
A NIGHT ON THE TOWN.
This story is about some of the men at a pub we visit some Fridays wanting to take me into the next town and to take photos of her being fucked in various positions and locations around the town, this is about that night.
It started with me arranging to meet early on one Sunday evening at the pub. We had decided on a Sunday so as there not to be so many people about. I had got there first to help plan the trip and decide what they were going to do with her. We had arranged the outing by the time Christine had got there and in about all ten men were going. I had agreed to this a couple of weeks previous, as we do not go every week now so as to make it more interesting when we do. Christine had dressed sexy, had tarty makeup on, and freshly shaved all hair from around her cunt and ass hole so she was bold and smooth.
We all climbed aboard one of the guy’s van and made our way to town. They had her thong off and her tits out as soon as we were in the van, and all the way there they where touching her up with fingers probing her shaven cunt and ass, and her tits and nipples were pinched and mauled. Christine had cum half a dozen times by the time we arrived. We parked in a multi story car park on the fourth floor in the centre of town, and they decided to make this the first location.
We told her to strip to just her high heels. As she did this, she then said ok who’s first, and how did they want it. One of the men came over and took Christine to the edge of the level and told her to bend over the waist high wall, then spread her ass cheeks as he was going to fuck her ass. He spit on Christines asshole to lubricate it then eased his cock into her tight hole, then with all his cock in began to fuck her hard until he came up her asshole. All the time Christine was moaning and crying out for him to fuck her ass real good. Anybody below who looked up would of seen her tits and her being fucked. Dave the landlord was taking photos during all of this.
We decided to move on and the guys gave Christine a short jacket to put on saying not to bother with any other clothes. It was held together with only two buttons at the front and just about covered the cheeks of her ass. I felt as horny as hell watching her walking around naked underneath it. She got quite a lot of looks and comments from other men we passed in the street and we all watched her having fun bending over in front of men showing all her ass and sometimes unbuttoning the two buttons and flashing her tits and shaven cunt at passer byes.
The next location was a monument in the centre of town. Christine stripped off the jacket and was stood against the cold stonework. The men gathered around as she wrapped one of her legs around one of the men’s waist and was given a good hard cock up her cunt for the first but not last time that night. She tried not to make to much noise, but I’m sure several people must have heard her moans of lust, more photographs were taken. This carried on in several more places, by the town hall, bus station, railway station, the town hall, in a gents public toilet, and a couple of shop doorways with my wife getting a good shagging or giving a blow job. We were seen a few times but they were happy to watch the performance, and a couple of young guys joined in as well.
The evening was still reasonably young so we decided to go and look for a club. On the way two men stopped us and asked if she was for hire. Dave the landlord said how much had they got. The stranger said they only had ten pounds each. Dave said they could have ten minuets each with her. He took their money and her jacket and we watched as she was lead naked down an alleyway nearby. She looked a real whore, her ass swaying and her tits wobbling as she walked down this dirty alley way to be fucked. The first man said ‘get down on your knees bitch and suck my cock’.
Christine knelt down and got his cock out then took it in her mouth. You could see she was tasting the precum on the tip by the way she licked the bell end. She was well into deep throating him when we saw a pair of hands pulling her hips up. Christine was put into the doggy position and a cock was rammed up her cunt. His hands were holding onto her tits, mauling them. I started to think what a right slut she looked naked on all fours in a dirty back alley with two men fucking her at both ends, and a group of men and her husband looking on. There were even a couple of down and outs who were living rough in the alley watching my naked wife getting well and truly fucked. They had their ten minuets, both cumming deep in her mouth and cunt. They told Dave it was the best fuck and blow job they had ever had from a tart, and that we had a real filthy whore for use there.
We carried on and found a club in one of the more sleazy sides of town, which suited us. Once in Christine went to the ladies to clean up a bit. As she walked in, Dave and me saw a couple of women nod to each other and follow her in. We both walked over and looked through the partially closed door. We heard them comment to Christine on how much cum there was on her. Christine said she had been receiving a good shagging earlier.
They went over to her and said they would help clean her up and removed her jacket. They washed her body playing with her tits and pinching her nipples in the process. We saw them lead her to a makeup table and sit Christine down on it. They said they were going to lick her cunt clean. It must of been heaven having their soft tongues lapping around and inside her cunt by the way she was moaning.
When they had finished they each got out a large vibrator from their bags and inserted them into her cunt and ass. I’m sure they must of heard her in the club crying out when they switched them on to full power and fucked her hard with them, bringing her to several orgasms. They also used their fingers to wank her off, inserting all their fingers, then their fist into Christines cummy, large cunt. Afterwards, they gave her some makeup and perfume and she got dressed, and they left the ladies. On the way out they said looking like that she would probably get a lot more cock that night. We heard her say that she hoped so, they laughed, kissed her and said she was such a slut.
All the guys were watching and participating in her having a good time dancing with them and lots of men, and also getting touched up a lot when they discovered she was nude under the jacket. Fingers and hands were squeezing and probing her ass and cunt with the cheeks of Christines ass being on view most of the time.
The look on her face when there was an announcement over the disco that Christine, one of the guests tonight was going to put on a performance on stage, was a real picture. Dave had gone and had a word with the manager. I could see the doors of the club being locked as she got on the stage to a roar of cheers and whistles. The music started and she began to dance, swaying her body around, gyrating her hips, and flashing her ass to the music. The audience was shouting to get them off so she removed her jacket and carried on dancing in just her high heels. Most of the audience were men but there where some women including the two from the ladies toilet that she had meet.
There were a lot of cheers when a couple of men climbed onto the stage and danced with her. They were rubbing their hands all over Christines body, and wanking her off on stage in front of all these people. The two women shouted out to give the slut what she wanted a good fucking so she was lead to a table that had been put on the stage and pushed back onto it. We all cheered as her legs were parted and one of the men went down on her, licking her clit and pushing his tongue right inside, the other man was squeezing and pinching her tits making the nipples stand up hard and red.
They then got their cocks out and fucked her cunt and face, the one telling her to suck his cock hard as he was going to fill her mouth with his cum.
During this more men had got on stage and formed a cue to take their turn with Christine. As soon as one cock had finished there was another to take it’s place in either of her holes, fucking her hard until they came. I lost count of the amount of cocks that went up her and the loads of cum that she swallowed. Several men liked to push their ass into her face and tell her to lick their ass holes. I saw her pull their cheeks apart and lick all around the rim then push her tongue in as far as she could. They loved her giving them a good rimming while they watched other men fucking her cunt hard.
The women that were there were urging the men on telling them to fill the slut with cum, cover her in it. Christine was shouting out ‘who was next in line to fuck this slag, and who wanted to shove their cock up her ass’ there were always plenty of volunteers to use her how she wanted. The men were calling her a filthy cunt, a meathole, and a cum drinking whore, among other things, as they lined up to gangfuck her ass.
After quite a while some of the women said they thought I ought to be punished for being such a cum loving, cock sucking slag, and with that she was lead to some pillars and tied standing between them arms and legs apart. The manager produced a whip with lots of strips of leather, (he said it was left over from a cabaret night) and the women all took it in turns to whip Chrisine with it. I heard one of the women tell Christine that she was a cock sucking cumslut, and she was going to love whipping her tits and her well used cunt. Then she spat in Christines face and laughed. You could see the throngs of leather must of stung her as they brought it down across her back, ass, tits, and the insides of her thighs and smooth shaven cunt by the way she strained against the rope and her cries of pain.
Everybody was enjoying the spectacle watching Christine writhe about and hearing her moans of pain and ecstasy as she came whilst being whipped. I lost count of how many times I saw her cum during this. The women also used the whip handle and some vibrators to wank her to a climax with, and some more of the men decided to have second helpings while she was tied up and fucked her ass and cunt again hanging on to her tits as they did so.
After, Christine was untied, and was then lay back across the table, and the men were encouraged by the women to piss over her. Several of them did and we all joined in. The warm liquid running all over her body, face, and hair. One man told her to open her mouth so she could taste it. His piss splashed onto her lips and in her mouth filling it, other men wanked over her adding their cum to her piss covered body, then wiping their cocks on her face and tits.
By the end of the night she looked exhausted. As she sat still naked at the bar having a drink, she said her cunt and ass ached from the amount of cocks and objects that had been shoved in them, and from the whipping. Everybody laughed at this comment. One guy said, he bet her jaw ached as well with all the cocks that had been shoved in her mouth as well. Christine laughed and said it did. After she had finished her drink and cleaned up some of the mess her body was in, we decided to leave, the manager telling us to come back whenever we wanted to. Dave said we would. Her jacket had disappeared so Dave told her she would just have to walk back to the van naked.
We left the club and made our way back to the car park keeping to the backstreets so as not to fall foul of the law, with Christine wearing just her heels and dried cum. To add to her humiliation, we let anybody have her who wanted to, telling them that she loved walking about nude in public asking to be shagged, (which is true of the slut anyway) and they could use her as they wanted to, and most of them did in doorways, against lamp posts and parked cars.
One of them taking her to a piece of waste ground nearby and laying her face down on a dirty old smelly mattress. He was yanking her head back by the hair and fucking her ass hard. Hell, he made her cry out as he pounded the shit out of her. Then after he had cum, he told her to suck his cock and balls clean. Dave made sure he got photographs of it all.
Several of the men asked if she was for hire for private parties, Dave the landlord said she could be if the price was right, and only with him and me present, (they now know that I am her husband and is with me on our Friday nights). We took plenty of orders for her, one guy asked if she was into bdsm as he wanted her tied spread-eagled between two posts after she had fucked all the guests at his party so they could spank and whip her ass, tits, and cunt. He was told that would be a fair bit extra. He agreed. so it looks as if she’s in for some more fun now in her new role as our whore.
We finally got back to the van and made our way home. Back at the pub, several more of the locals who were drinking there took a turn with her, especially when Christine had gone inside still naked and smelling of cum. They had all added theirs to it before long. It was agreed Dave and the locals could still fuck her for free. By the end she had made a bit of cash that night, and Christine and I had enjoyed our sexual activities that evening. Dave had a lot more photos for his and our albums and behind the bar.
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The final part of the sister love story with a twist
This is a story that begins as far back as I could remember. When I was growing up I remember being loved and spoiled by pretty much all of those around me, calling me names like cute and whatever else they felt was complimentary. I was your average little boy, for the only one exception which changed my life as I knew it…
Like many other toddlers I had started “potty” training by the time I was around 2, I got used to it pretty quick. Even though I was using the “potty” like i should, mama would make me wear diapers to bed, just in case there were any “accidents”. As it turns out she was right, I wet my diapers almost every night and my bed wetting issues actually continued well into my early teens. At the time mama didn’t think much of it since i was only 2 and 1/2. Also I didn’t seem to have any “number 2” accidents at night so it was only normal.
I began going to day care near my grandparents house, a nice place for a kid to play and spend time with others the same age. It was my first day there and mama dropped me off and told me I would be picked up soon and that she had to go to work. I was so scarred at first, but as time passed and I played with some toys I felt right at home. Mama didn’t think it was necessary to have me in a diaper while I was there and she didn’t send any in my backpack either, she said I was a big boy now.
The supervisors at the daycare would tell us what to do, and since they were adults we understood. Soon came nap time, I was getting tired from running around so I liked the idea of a nap as I laid in a sort of stretchy “trampoline” kinda bed and I drifted off into a deep sleep. Moments later I wake up to a supervisor as they began waking up all the children, but when the lights came on there was a puddle of pee underneath the water resistant, stitched up material of the bed. Before I realized what had occurred the adult told me to come with her as she took my hand and led me into a room with a table in it. She picked me up and sat me down on the table as she pulled out a drawer to grab some baby wipes and gloves. The kind lady said to lie down and stay still, while she began to undo and slide off my soaking wet shorts and underwear. I was blushing so much from all the embarrassment i could have passed out right there. Then the lady pulled out a bag from the drawer as I lay there naked waist down. She then pulled out a unopened package of Pampers baby dry, she soon began to rip the side and pulled out a fresh new diaper. The kind voice of the lady told me “lift your legs” as she placed the baby diaper under me, she cleaned me up and powdered me down with baby powder in my private area right before pulling the loud tapes of the diaper and strapping me in like it was for good. She then lifted me off the table, told me to be a good boy and sent me off to play in just a t-shirt and a cartoon printed diaper.
We then took a short snack break where we all ate food that was provided for us and a 14 ounce Juice box to keep us hydrated. About an hour later, i was innocently playing with some toys and I felt a strong urge to pee. Being a shy kid I was too embarrassed to ask another adult to go to the potty when none of the other kids asked. Feeling anxious I looked down at the front of my well exposed pampers and I fully let go of my pee flooding the diaper while I sit on the soft carpet floor. When I finished I didn’t even cry, so as to not drw any negative attention, I just sighed in relief and continued playing
Mama found out about the whole thing and told grandpa to take a pair of my dry shorts when he would pick me up. While i was busy trying out all the fun toys, I peed that diaper which the lady put me one more time in and never let any of the counselors know before grandpa got there. Soon he would pick me up from the daycare and when he did he brought a dry pair of shorts. Grandpa decided it was best for me to continue wearing diapers until mama picked me up, so he put on the dry shorts on top of the full diaper i still had on. We passed by the nearest pharmacy and picked up a pack of baby diapers. Although at the time I wasn’t fully aware of it he also purchased a much bigger bag that looked a lot like the baby diapers he was buying for me and I remember asking him what they were, he told me they were bigger diapers he said, “sometimes even adults have little “accidents” too”. I was quite surprised but as we passed the candy section the topic subsided…
The next interesting phase of my life was when I was in kindergarten and I was so excited because it was spring time and summer was approaching quickly. Mama thought training me to use the potty at night was useless since I was still a bed wetter at almost 6 years old. Mama had me wear “good-nights”, the older boy’s diaper, to bed and in the morning I would dispose of the wet diaper just before leaving to school. If my diaper was still dry when I woke up, I would simply keep them on and go to school in them because my teacher was really strict on going to the bathroom. If it was only 20 or 30 minutes after class started she would give the same answer every time, “you should have gone before class”, and when we’d have a long activity she’d make us wait til it was over to go. Sometimes the kid would have to wait an hour after they’d ask as a penalty for asking! Needless to say “accidents” happened all the time in Kindergarten and to the staff at the school it was considered the norm so they didn’t think much of it.
It was one of those mornings waking up when I noticed instantly that I peed and soaked my diaper. I got up, threw it away and went about with my morning tasks. As soon as I got to the kitchen mama had some eggs and bacon ready for me and a nice tall glass of orange juice. When I was done mama said “Eric, make sure you drink some water after the orange juice honey, because it can hurt your teeth if you don’t. The tooth fairy likes clean teeth, remember?” “Okay mama.” I agreed and drank some water flushing the orange juice out of my teeth.
I arrived seconds late to school as mama kissed me and basically pushed me out the car and on my way to class. I ran to straight to class and when I got in the teacher gave me a stern look and said, “Eric, again you’re late!” “Sorry Ms. Hernandez…” I said as I made my way to my seat. Not a minute after I sat down I felt a really strong urge to pee, no thanks to the large glass of OJ and water I drank with my breakfast. I was forced to hold it because not only did class start, but I was two minutes late! I began moving my legs to help hold in the pee until it was about 25 min into class, and when I finally raised my hand, the teacher seemed to ignore me. We were having one of those special activities and the teacher picked me to answer a question she asked to the class, when I asked, ”Ms. Hernandez, can… I… go… to the… restroom please?” She replied “You sir, should have gone before class, especially since you were late!” The rest of the students looked at me briefly as I sit there half crying and still trying to hold my pee. A few minutes later I felt like I was ready to burst but I obediently stayed in my seat as I was told to always obey the teacher when I was in class.
The activity seemed without end and I held it no longer as the warm pee began flowing out of me uncontrollably onto my shorts and drenching the chair I was sitting in. When my pee reached the floor and the teacher saw the sort of yellow puddle under my seat she stopped her lesson and came to me. She grabbed me by the wrist and led me out to the hall telling the class to stay seated and she’ll be right back. I was dropped off with the school nurse Mrs. Andrea as she took me into a room with a small bed and without closing the door she started taking off my wet shorts, underwear, and socks. She laid me on the bed, grabbed a box of baby wipes and began cleaning my bottom right there as I watch people walk passed the wide open door of the very well lit room. Some of the staff walking by took a second to watch my naked lower body being cleaned as I lay there helpless. The nurse began cleaning my penis and scrotum with yet another baby wipe as I was blushing in all kinds of colors. Soon I saw her reaching into a cabinet and pulling out some size 6 baby diapers! I was ready to die right there, just knowing that everyone watching me would know that the “little baby” wet himself during class and now they had to change his little diaper. She continued by applying some baby powder and lightly fondling my penis while she did it which made me giggle a bit. The nurse finally placed the diaper under me and pulled the tapes to strap me in. I noticed then that size 6 fit me perfect as I stood up and she put me on a new pair of shorts. I was sent back to class ashamed, but still feeling much better than before.
I continued my day and even ate lunch in my diapers. Minutes after I went back to class I felt a tingling sensation in my lower belly and I knew I had to pee. I whined slightly as my legs began to move faster sitting in my now clean and dry seat. When I decided to raise my hand, I remembered I had on a diaper. I hesitated to let it out but soon I relaxed and was letting out a long stream. It was so much that I began to wonder if the diaper would hold it all and my relaxation turned quickly into panic as I let out the last bit. Without even looking, so as to not draw any extra attention, I just felt my shorts with my hand and they were completely dry. I sighed as I relaxed again in my seat. When class was finally over, I was in a fully wet diaper and Grandpa came to pick me up. He found out all about my troubles and just told me it was okay, and that mama didn’t have to know. He spoke with my teacher and she agreed that whenever I needed to go I was going to be excused because of my small bladder. She said if any other “accidents” happened, the school nurse would be ready just in case, and she looked me right in the eye when she said it with a really big smile.
Before I knew it, school was over and during my long vacation I would spend most my free time at grandpa’s house. My grandma and grandpa still treated me like a baby, I loved being pampered and spoiled rotten, plus my grandma made the best lunches! Once I’d finish eating, I’d run off to my own room to play or watch tv and stuff. Nobody really bothered me while I was in my room so I’d play for hours until mama would pick me up. It was the last day of school, which meant early release, and grandpa picked me up as usual. He hugged me and held me by the hand as we walked until we got to the car. When we finally arrived at his house I ran to the door where grandma was standing waiting for me, “grandma!” I shouted as I hugged her. She welcomed me in and told me my food was waiting for me. I instantly went to eat and once I was completely full I went to grandpa’s room and played with some of my toys there since my rooms ceiling apparently had a water leakage problem.
I spent several minutes playing when I accidentally pushed my favorite toy car too hard as it raced into the closet from under the closet door. Luckily I was already tall enough to reach the door knob, which was left unlocked, so I opened the closet carefully in search for my toy. The light from the window was just barely shining into the closet and I couldn’t reach the light switch since it was the string type that only adults could reach. I didn’t see it so I opened the door to let in more light and as I turned to find the car I saw a white and blue plastic bag. I thought the car had gone passed the bag so I pulled it towards me and as I examined it closely, out of childish curiosity right before finding my toy in the very corner of the closet. The bag was labeled adult briefs, but it was really sort of like a very big bag of diapers. At that point I remembered what my grandpa said at the pharmacy when I was younger, about adults having little “accidents” too, and I whispered to myself, “Wow, these must be grandpa’s diapers!” Curiosity hit me as I grabbed my toy and I also decided to take one of the many diapers from the opened bag. As I pulled the bigger sized diaper out of the bag it made a crinkling noise which made me pause to look out the door and make sure grandma wasn’t coming. I closed the closet door and made my way to the bed with my toy car and newly found diaper.
I began to examine the bigger diaper and it didn’t seem to have any pictures on it. Without further visual examination, I checked the hallway to make sure no one was near, then, I pulled down my shorts and underwear and took them off to try on the adult diaper. My grandpa was a pretty slim old man so these diapers were actually an extra small adult size. I spread it across the middle of the bed and sat down on it so I could put it on easier. The adrenaline was pumping inside of me as I was trying hard not to make a lot of noise and still put on the diaper quickly so no one would find out. When I pulled the first side I realized it had two tapes on each side so I slowly pulled on the first one and pulled it tight enough as it reached about 2 inches from my belly button area. I continued with the other loud tapes and strapped me in completely, the way I had seen it done to me several times before. As soon as I got up to check it out, I realized they fit a whole lot better than I thought they would so I just put my shorts on top and kept them on as I continued to play. In a strange way I actually liked the way that they made me feel.
It was about an hour later when the drink I had at lunch caught up with me and I was gonna get up and go to the bathroom when I heard and felt the diaper I was still wearing. Without even moving another inch I bit down on my soft lip and let go of my pee right there inside that big diaper. I was easily able to take it off and head over to the bathroom but there was just something special about peeing myself while playing or doing anything else simultaneously which would just send me over the edge. I felt so mischievous, so bad and yet so good about doing it! I finished peeing and looked down to see that the diaper had a lot to go still. I took several gulps from my water bottle and minutes later I peed again as I sat down feeling the warmth creep down towards my butt. I changed position so that my front was laying down on the bed while I continued to play with my cool toy.
I must have had too much water because shortly I was peeing yet again and the diaper held it just barely. After I peed, still laying in the same position I felt very funny down there. I moved around without flipping over to see if it would make a difference and it felt really good. I still had that funny feeling in my penis so I continued moving my hips so that I felt good some more, and I was basically humping the bed. My penis was warm and wet inside the now slippery absorbent material of the diaper which only made the feeling intensify even more. I gave my hip a few more thrusts and within seconds I let out a soft boyish moan as I had my very first dry orgasm. I lay on the bed wasted, luckily I still had on my shorts which hid the diaper well. My grandma passed by seconds later and thought I was taking a nap so she closed the door for me to sleep.
When grandma closed the door I regained consciousness, and said to myself, “whoa… that was really nice…” as I slid off my shorts and undid the used diaper. I rolled it up and stashed it in my book bag so I could throw it away the next chance I got. I continued playing, still thinking about what I had just done. Later mama arrived so we could have dinner and go home. I grabbed my bag and headed off wondering what the rest of my summer would be like at grandpa’s house…
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Ruby just finished a hike with one of her potential husbands and made some new friends.
This is my first story.. Enjoy 😉
This is my first post here but hopefully not my last. Please let me know what you think. Much of this came from a dream so I understand if it’s a little weird at times. The rest is my embellishment.
I awoke in a dark room. There was no need for my eyes to adjust to any sort of light at all. The room was cold with dampness in the air. My lungs ached as I breathed in the chilly air. My head throbbed as if I had a horrible hangover, which was entirely possible since I can’t remember much of the night before. I tried to raise my arm to rub my aching head when I realized my arms were chained down to what I can only assume was the large steel table I was laying on. My ankles were chained as well. A strap bound my head and waist. I was completely immobile. I was also completely naked! I called out for anyone to help me but was answered by silence. My entire body ached. “What the hell is happening to me”? I screamed out. Again, nothing but silence. Desperately trying to remember anything, I recalled going out with my colleagues the night before to celebrate a new account. I remember being introduced to Rebecca, a friend of my boss. We enjoyed a drink and danced. She went home and that’s all I can remember. One lousy drink, I must have been drugged. There is no other reasonable explanation for why I am here. Wherever “here” is?
Having no Idea of the time, I lay there helpless for what must have been several hours, drifting in and out of consciousness. The pain in my body and head would not allow me rest. Suddenly I heard a noise from behind me. I called out again. “Hello? Is someone there? Please help me!” There was no answer. A dim light came on followed by the slamming of a door. Footsteps became louder coming towards me. “Who the hell are you and what the fuck is going on?” I shouted.
“Hush!” , came a soft voice in a whisper.
“If you don’t want to be punished you will be quiet”
“Where am I and why am I here?” I demanded. “Let me go!”
“I cannot and will not”, the soft voice getting louder now. I could clearly tell now it was a woman.
“You have a purpose here and you will fulfill your purpose, get used to it, you will be here for a long time to come.”
“I’m here to give you medicine for the pain I’m quite sure you are feeling. If you anger me, I will not give you any relief and you will eventually get sick.” She said as a matter of fact.
“What is my purpose here?” I asked
“You will see soon enough, for now you will sleep and recover. I’ll be back in a few days and we will introduce you to your new life.”
“A few days…..? What the fuck am I supposed to do if I have to go to the bathroom or eat?” My voice was shaking now.
“You will be fed, not to worry about that. One of my assistants will make sure of that. I have to keep you healthy for your purpose here. As far as having to go to the bathroom, well you will just have to do it where you lay. A little humiliation will do you good as you are going to spend the rest of your days in humiliation anyway.”
“You expect me to lay in my own shit and piss?” “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
She told me that I would be cleaned appropriately when it suited her and when my purpose was to be served but until then I should think about how to be a good little boy and mind my manners the next time she came to visit. She tolerated my outbursts this time but that would never happen again. I would soon understand quite well what her punishment was if I spoke out of turn or defied her in any way.
“One last thing before I go.” She hissed.
“You are not to utter so much as a word to any of my assistants. If I found out that you have spoken to them while I’m away, your punishment will be truly agonizing.”
With that she left. I never saw her face.
The dim light was left on. It barely lit the corner of the room behind me. I could make out a few things that were hanging on the wall and as my eyes adjusted I could plainly see that this was a torture chamber and nothing more. A sharp chill ran down my spine and I started to whimper to myself. What the hell is happening to me and why I thought over and over? The medication took effect. I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke blindfolded. I was given only one chance to see my surroundings before the dark became a permanent fixture. For the next few days the assistance would come and go, feeding me, brushing my teeth, shaving my most private areas and medicating me. Whatever medication they were injecting me with was no pain killer. I felt no affects of it whatsoever. My curiosity was killing me, I wanted to speak. The thought of whatever punishment I would endure kept my mouth shut. They had been feeding me fruits and vegetables so as you can imagine, there was no holding my bowel movements. I was humiliated, but I had no choice. Finally after the fourth day an assistant came in to clean me. She attached a chain to the strap around my waist; I was hoisted up in the air so that I was literally bent over backwards. The pain of this was unbearable. It was only the beginning of the pain and humiliation for the day though.
Once she was satisfied that I was clean enough, she inserted some sort of phallic device into my ass and I felt a warm rush of liquid enter my body.
“You must hold it until I say.” She commanded.
“I can’t”, I said. “It’s already coming out!”
Before I could finish my cries, the liquid came rushing out of me with force.
“Now you’ve done it! I am telling the mistress you spoke and you will be dealt with swiftly!”
“I’m sorry!” I cried out.
“Just shut your fucking mouth and do as you are told!” She screamed.
She shoved the long phallic object back into my ass as if she were trying to stab me with it. I winced in pain and she laughed at me. “That’s nothing compared to what the mistress will do to you, you filthy little boy!!”
All at once I felt the warm rush of the liquid enter me again, as well as the freezing water of being sprayed down with a hose. Strange as it may seem, I was actually getting aroused. My mind thought differently but my cock was growing harder by the second and I could not hide it. I felt the crack of a belt and then it struck me without warning on my stomach. I had little time to realize the pain before the second strike found its mark. I screamed in pain and felt the immediate swelling in my cock and the burning pain in my balls. She broke out in laughter once more. “That’s what you get you filthy little boy!!” My arousal was cut quite short by the excruciating pain in my groin. After another hour of cleaning every nook and cranny of my entire body I was drugged again and left alone to cry myself to sleep.
I assume it was the next day, though I can’t be clear on the time, the mistress was back. Without any greeting she began scolding me for defying her orders and speaking. I opened my mouth to speak again but the memory of the belt to my cock was fresh from yesterday and I thought better of it. Once the verbal scolding was over, she began telling me what my punishment would be.
“It will be extreme, but you must learn to obey me”
I was hoisted into the air once again, this time it was my entire body. She began whipping me with a long leather whip that looked like it came straight from medieval times. 20 lashes in all came crashing down over my body. She seemed to enjoy it most when it hit my cock and balls. The louder my cries were the more she seemed to enjoy it. She called me names and spit on me. She grabbed my balls and squeezed tightly. I felt as though they would pop at any moment.
She leaned in and whispered to me…”Now I want you to thank me for giving you the pleasure of pain, you will do this every time I punish you.” “Are we clear?”
“Yes mistress, thank you.” I whispered back, trying to stifle my crying.
“Good, you are learning to obey. Now I will explain why you are here and what your purpose is. You will ask no questions and you will not disobey.”
She began to lay it all out. I was picked by her and her assistants because they were told I was a bit of a man whore and needed some discipline. That was all beside the point though. The main reason I was brought here was for their amusement. They all had one thing in common; they all wanted a man for a pet and slave to do whatever their hearts desired. I was informed that once I was properly trained and humiliated and subdued that I would be doing anything they asked without objection. This could be anything from cleaning the toilet they just shit in to pleasuring them sexually. It would take some time and some hard learned lessons but I would eventually submit to their every whim. There were 5 of them in the house so I would certainly be kept busy. I was told to forget about my old life, no one knew where I was and I would certainly never return. I was their property now.
The drugs I had been given were to boost my sexual drive for when they decided they needed pleasure. Since there were 5 of them, there may be times when I am told to satisfy more than one at any given time. Plus there would most likely be beatings during the sexual acts and they didn’t want me going limp on them. My mind raced dizzily at all of this. I used to have fantasies about being used this way by many women, now it was a reality and I’m not so sure I want this anymore.
“You’re first lesson will be in how to please me.” She said as she climbed onto the table and squatted over my face.
“Lick my asshole you nasty fuck!” I resisted but it was short lived. She grabbed my balls and began to squeeze. “Lick my asshole or you will finally know what true pain is!!” I began to lick feverishly and to my surprise it was quite clean and soft. There was no taste. I hear the door open and shut. Then I heard the clicking of a camera. Pictures were being taken of me in this horrible position. I began to enjoy licking her ass. I felt her pussy juices drip onto my neck and I flicked my tongue over her hot swollen pussy. She squeezed my balls again, this time harder. “I said my ass you stupid fuck! You will learn to obey!” With that she rose up and positioned herself over my face and began pissing on me. “Open wide and drink it!” With my balls still firmly in her grasp, I did as I was told. Drinking down the putrid piss made me vomit. This enraged the mistress. “You have disobeyed, you have not pleasured me as you were told to do and now you have puked everywhere, you are a worthless fuck!” She quickly grabbed some sort of device that looked like it could be a battery charger and stuck it between my legs. She attached one end with a clamp around my cock and the other one went painfully in my ass. With a flick of switch electricity shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I passed out from the intense pain.
I woke a short time later as I was being cleaned up by one of the assistants. The lights were much brighter than before and I they had lifted the table to an upright position on the wall; I could see the whole room. All of the assistants were there plus a couple of men that wore masks to hide their faces. They never spoke the entire night. I wondered a couple times if they were captive and “trained” as well.
“I guess you will have to learn the hard way to obey me?” She sneered.
“Lift him!” The men came over and removed all the chains only to replace them with different ones. Soon I was lifted in to the air just as immobile and vulnerable as before. My arms and legs spread wide and my head held upright, though my body was parallel to the floor. For what seemed like an hour, she had the men whip me until I thought I would pass out again. I think she could tell that I was fading when she ordered them to stop. I thought it was finally over until she pulled her skirt up and bent over in front of me and backed her ass into my face. She wiggled back and forth. I could smell the disgusting odor of shit. She had just gone to the bathroom and did not wipe. I felt myself begin to vomit again but fought hard to hold back. Once I gained my composure I was ordered to open my mouth. She strapped a device to my head that kept my mouth from closing. She walked to my side and gave me a hard slap on the face and then the ass.
“I think he is ready now.” She said to the others, who all began simultaneously removing their clothes. One of the women grabbed a chair and put it in front of me. She sat on it with her legs up and resting on my shoulders. She scooted herself up to my face and instructed me to lick her pussy and ass until she came. Under no circumstances was I to stop until I was told to do so. The punishment would be worse if I did. I did as I was told. Her pussy was sweet and in no time she gushed her cream on my face. I moved my tongue to her ass and began licking it as if it were the sweetest thing on earth. It definitely was tasty. Mixed with her cum it was like nothing I had tasted before. My cock grew stiff and soon I felt gentle lips around the head of it. Only for a moment as the mistress ordered it be stopped.
“This disobedient little fuck does not deserve pleasure yet!” She shouted.
I continued to eat the assistant’s pussy and ass as I was told. I felt a pair of hands caressing my ass and back, then a finger crudely invading my asshole. I winced in pain but continued my job at hand. The finger was removed and I felt some saliva tricking over my hole, then the finger was put back in. Once it was lubed the sensation was quite nice and I began to moan a little.
“You like having a man explore you like that?” she said. My body stiffened, I was in shock. “What the fuck?” I thought to myself. I kept my focus. Maybe what I think is going to happen next wont. Please don’t do this I thought, pleaaase!
“Do it!” She shouted.
The man spread my ass apart and in one motion rammed his cock into my ass. My body jerked but it was no use. I had thought that he was all the way in but then he continued to stuff himself deeper into me. I’m well endowed but holy shit this guy was massive! He was roughly 10 inches and was ramming it all inside me. I could feel his balls smacking mine. The mistress positioned herself under me and began sucking my cock as the man fucked my ass like an animal. He started to grunt as if he was going to cum, the mistress ordered him not to cum in my ass. He pulled out and got in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged as he shot his hot spunk.
“Swallow it or you will pay slave!” She hissed. I had no choice; his cock was still in my mouth. They continued this abuse for nearly 3 hours before they relented. All but the mistress had gone now. She knelt before me and said “well?”
“Thank you mistress for giving me the pleasure of pain.” I said.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
“No, mistress, I did not.
“Then as long as you behave this will never happen again and the only ass that will be fucked is mine by you. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
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Was on strike for a while. If someone keeps stealing my stories and reposting them under a different title I’m gonna stop writing. As usual comments and PM’s are appreciated.