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A nurse’s story

“I’m a slut,” Carol Wilson concluded. “I am discreet, to be sure, but I am a sexually promiscuous woman just the same.” These thoughts were racing through Carol’s mind as she stood at her nursing station late one night. Carol was a senior nursing supervisor at a major hospital in Chapel Hill and was working the eleven to seven shift on the third floor east wing that particular night. At three in the morning the halls were silent and the other nurse on the shift was at lunch. At quiet times like these Carol mused over the bizarre things that had happened in her life. She anxiously shook her head as she concluded that her husband, Greg, was a major contributing factor to her sexual depravity.
Thinking back, she realized that she’d been a naive country girl from Greenville when she went off to nursing school at UNC. She met her future husband there and he quickly introduced her to the joys of sex…wild, raging, uncontrolled sex. Greg had quickly broken down all of the barriers that she had developed growing up in a quiet, conservative family. Just about everything possible had been experienced during those college days . She’d even been shared by several of his fraternity brothers after one particularly drunken party at his apartment. She just shook her head at that particular rememberance. In any case, Greg and Carol were married after college and quickly got involved in the sexual swinging that was rampant at that time. Their sex lives were full, to say the least. Although most of their experiences were as a couple, they also did some fooling around on our own. Greg first started cheating with several women and, Carol had to admit, she was dreadfully hurt at first. She quickly decided, however, that this was an opportunity for her to get a little action on her own. They ultimately reached an agreement: Neither would ask about the other’s escapades … as long as they were discrete. They had certainly enjoyed each other, even though they never had children, but enjoyed others as well.
Carol had been a knockout in those days ….. and even now at age forty-two, she knew that men still turned their heads to watch as she entered a room. She was a slender five foot six with silky light brown hair. Her face was strikingly attractive and possessed all the classic features and sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes. Her skin was still flawless, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were rich and full. Her hair was a thick, light brown that fell to her shoulders and was cut in even bangs across the front. Her frame was slender and taut with small, but properly proportioned breasts, and a well-rounded ass. As every man noticed, her legs were her most attractive feature, long and shapely. Unfortunately, her physical charms were well hidden under the baggy hospital “scrubs” that had replaced the traditional nurses uniform since she had graduated from nursing school.
“Oh yes,” Carol thought, “I’ve messed around on my husband many times over the years and fucked a number of other men. There were just too many opportunities at the hospital not to take advantage of them,” she smiled at the remembrances. “I had that long term relationship with Doctor Jerry Winthrop and thoroughly enjoyed the frequent “coffee breaks” we took on the couch in his office. Then I’d screwed around with Dr. Quinton until he took a position at the medical college in Richmond. Oh yes, then there had also been that medical student who worked as a part-time phlebotomist, and the Med Tech with the big cock, … and all the rest! Oh yeah, I’ve had a full, but carefully discreet, sex life over the last twenty years.” She gazed up and down the silent, darkened corridors, lost in her thoughts of past sexual encounters.
That particular night shift her thoughts curiously shifted to Malcolm Johnson. She’d known Malcolm, a black male nurse, for years and even though they occasionally worked together on the same shift, she’d never really considered him to be someone to ever fool around with. To be sure, they’d talked a lot and sometimes the banter got a little smutty. When no one else was around, their conversations were frequently filled with innuendo and even overtly sexual comments. However, other than the exchange of sexually-charged words, the two really never did anything physical.
For some reason Carol started having very erotic and sensual dreams about Malcolm the previous August. They were uncomfortably real and so vivid that when she woke up after them, her pussy was wet and she could virtually smell and taste him from the imagined encounter. The dreams reoccurred every few days, and became more and more vivid as time passed. This situation began driving her to the point of distraction on her job. Carol could never gather together sufficient courage to tell Malcolm about her increasingly erotic dreams, though. She found It was so frustrating to be imagining him fucking her, forcing her to suck his cock and doing all the bizarre things she dreamt of him doing to her! Regardless, nothing ever happened … but that was soon to change.
About a week later Carol was working a Wednesday three to eleven shift, but circumstances were such that she was forced to stay late. The nursing services manager was at a conference in Raleigh and had asked her to do the regular nursing station stock inventory during her shift. Unfortunately, the day had been unusually busy and by eleven o’clock she had not had the opportunity to inventory the supplies. Malcolm had relieved her and she finished up some shift paperwork before she intended to start to the inventory. She had completed all the paperwork when she realized that she had left her hospital service keys at home. Consequently, she realized that she would have to ask Malcolm to borrow his store room keys.
When Carol asked him for them, he said they were in his pants pocket, but he was working on a critical specimen and couldn’t stop to get them. He winked and said, “Why don’t you just grab them out of my pocket yourself, Carol.” Smiling, she reached down into his pocket to fetch the keys. Unintentionally, however, she grasped his his cock. She really hadn’t intended to do anything else, but she teasingly squeezed it two or three times before she felt it hardening in her hand and a smile began to across trace Malcolm’s face.
Carol, suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, quickly released her grip on his dick and jerked her hand out of his pocket. Blushing, she murmured that she was sorry and just stood frozen there in her unexpected embarrassment. Malcolm turned toward her, winked and said, “I thought you just wanted my storeroom keys; but, you can do that any time you want to.” Then he smiled, reached in his pocket, fished out the keys and handed them to her.
Carol grabbed the keys and rushed down the hall to the storeroom. She was so embarrassed by what had happened that she could not bring herself to return the keys to Malcolm after she had unlocked the door. Rather, she gave them to another nurse who happened to pass by the storeroom, asking her return them to him.
Forcing herself to focus on the inventory, Carol started to account for the products and materials stored in the tall shelving that filled the room. After a while she was so focused on her job that she was oblivious to everything else. The nurses station storage room was fairly small and, although the nursing and administrative supplies required for immediate use were limited, they were stacked in shelves by use and availability. She couldn’t see the door from where she was crouched down, inventorying a bottom shelf when the circumstances changed significantly.
Carol heard the door open and close and then the distinctive sound of the lock being engaged again. She peered around the shelving and was starting to stand up when she saw Malcolm walking in. She was about to say something, but was still mortified by the incident at the nursing station and decided to remain quiet. Malcolm looked directly at her, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his white hospital pants. His shaft was hard as a rock and he smiled as he started stroking himself, looking directly at Carol squatting on the floor. She paused in fear, yet was not able to take her eyes off him and what he was doing with his erect shaft.
He walked directly in front of her, caressing his cock while he walked. When he was directly in front of her, he softly said, “Well, Mrs. Wilson, why don’t you help me take care of this swelling I seem to have.” She just stared at his huge cock bobbing inches in front of her face.
Carol asked him, “ahhh ….. wha …. what?”
He said “Why don’t you put my cock in that pretty white mouth of yours. Just open your mouth and suck on it. I think you can help me get rid of the swelling” To her amazement, Carol obediently responded and did just what he ordered her to do without question.
He gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth as he increased the stroking of the shaft. He looked down at Carol and told her “Look up at me, Mrs. Wilson.” Then he said, “You like being on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, don’t you? Important nursing supervisor. Hmmm, a white girl like you just needs a big black cock in your mouth every so often, just to make you realize where you belong.”
Carol felt embarrassed and humiliated and feebly tried to pull her lips away from his cock. He realized what she was trying to do and reached his free hand around behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair. His strong grip wouldn’t allow her to pull her mouth off of his turgid cock. He forced her mouth back down on his throbbing shaft and made her continue sucking. Finally he released his stroking hand as he thrust forward, ramming his dick fully into Carol’s mouth.
Malcolm let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he climaxed. Carol tasted the massive load of his creamy semen spurting into her mouth and coursing down her throat. His spewing cock quickly overwhelmed her mouth and she choked and coughed. In response, he eased his dick out of her mouth while his climax continued. She closed her eyes as he spewed his semen over her face and down on the top of her scrubs.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, Carol’s face was covered by his semen. “That’s it, keep your eyes closed. Hold it right there, Mrs. Wilson.” After a brief moment he continued, “Perfect, Thanks, Mrs. Wilson. Hey, let’s get together and do this again real soon.”
Carol opened her eyes and watched as he zipped up his fly and walked toward the door. She heard the stockroom door open and close and Malcolm was gone. Stunned, she collapsed out of her crouch and sat on the floor, crying. She just couldn’t believe what had happened and what Malcolm had done to her. After several moments, she cleaned up as best she could, wiping her face with the hem of her scrubs.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Carol left the storeroom and went down to the senior nurses office on the second floor to hide. She just couldn’t go back to the nursing station and face Malcolm. No sooner had she got there and sat at her desk, uncontrollably sobbing with her head in her hands, when she got an e-mail from Malcolm. She opened it and recoiled at what it contained. It was a picture of Carol kneeling down with Malcolm’s creamy semen spattered all over her face and with even more oozing out of her open mouth. At the edge of the photo, mere inches away from her face, was the head of Malcolm’s rigid cock. She hadn’t realized it, but he had obviously snapped the shot with his cell phone camera when her eyes were closed at the end of the encounter. He had included a brief message, as well. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve wanted to have you suck me off for years. Keep this to remind you of what happened. You might even want to share it with your husband. I’m sure he’d love to have a shot of you sucking a black cock.” Oddly enough, instead of deleting the e-mail, she saved it to a hidden folder in her personal email account.
Carol let three days pass after she’d sucked Malcolm’s dick in the storeroom. She had even called in sick so she wouldn’t have to encounter him directly. She just couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he would be thinking, remembering how she had sucked him off. She just couldn’t imagine how she could face him again, remembering how he had humiliated her like that. Even so, her pussy tingled every time she recalled the encounter. “What’s wrong with me!” she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldn’t erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet.
The day Carol went back to work was a day when Malcolm was off shift. Consequently, she felt somewhat more comfortable about being there. She just hoped that hospital upper management team would never find out about the incident. “Well,” she thought, “I just hope that he is going to be satisfied with what happened and be finished with me.” She was conflicted, as well, because at the same time she clung to the overpowering desire that he would do it again, violate her again. However, this time, not just use her mouth but fuck her pussy, as well.
This particular day she worked the 7 am – 3 pm shift, and was surprised when her boss, Susan Thompson, called her at the nursing station a little before three. She and Susan had been friends for years, well before Susan had been promoted to her new position. Susan asked if she wanted to go out for a drink with her after the shift. Carol quickly responded, “Sure,. Susan. I think that’s a great idea. I could use one after this week.”
The two women went to the bar at a hotel right down the boulevard from the hospital. They “talked shop” and sipped their drinks for almost an hour when Carol got a call on her cell phone. Answering it, she was surprised to hear Malcolm’s voice. Malcolm apologized for not calling her the last few days and said he’d been busy, but wanted to say thanks for a terrific blowjob. “I certainly enjoyed having you suck me off, Mrs. Wilson. I bet you like to suck a lot of cock, don’t you? I bet you like to suck the cocks of men other than your husband, too, don’t you?”
Carol really didn’t know how to answer. Instead of her initial reaction to hang up, for some unknown reason she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happened and, yes, I do like it.” Almost immediately she was shocked by what she had said and wanted to take back her words right after she’d said them, but it was entirely too late.
Malcolm said “Hey, look, I’m not doing anything at the moment. Why don’t we meet someplace?” Again, before she thought through what he had asked, Carol said, “I’m in the bar at the hotel down the street from the hospital. Susan Thomson and I are having an after-work drink. Why don’t you join us?”
“Sounds great,” he responded, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Carol’s stomach was churning. “What on earth have I done?” she thought, shocked by what she had done. “How could I be so stupid? What am I going to say to him when he gets here?” Visably shaken, Carol ordered another bourbon and coke.
Susan look puzzled and asked her “What’s wrong, Carol?” Carol paused and then told her that Malcolm was coming there and joining them for drinks. “So, what’s the problem?. He’s joined us for drinks before.”
Carol’s head swirled in a series of confused and conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally she decided to tell Susan what happened that night in the storeroom. As Carol related the story, Susan’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and an expression of sheer astonishment crossed her face. Even so, the question she asked upon hearing the story shocked Carol: “What was it like, Carol? What did his cock look like?”
Carol paused briefly, then grinned, and said , “Oh, Susan! It was huge! …and just full of creamy semen!”
Susan smiled, swirled the bourbon around her glass and quietly said “I’ve always wondered what he was like. I often imagined exactly what size of cock he had, but never had the opportunity to find out. You did!”
Carol closed her eyes and said, “Damn, Susan! He really is huge! Oh! … and he just filled my mouth with his cum!”
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Susan quietly, imagining herself in such a circumstance.
“No, not at first,” Carol honestly responded. “It wasn’t until I started to think about the experience later and began reliving it that I found myself truly aroused by what happened.”
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the pair saw Malcolm walk in with a several of his friends. This was something Carol hadn’t expected, but admitted that she was certainly excited to see him. She didn’t know any of the other men though, and neither did Susan. They knew, however, that none of them were from the hospital staff.
The four men came over and joined the women at the table and sat down. Malcolm introduced Antwan, Duane, and D’shawn. He explained that they were all members of his basketball team in the city’s adult recreation league. Providing introductions, Malcolm explained that Antwan worked as a loan officer at a local bank, while Duane was a lawyer and D’shawn was a high school coach. The group started talking and the men bought Carol and Susan several drinks over the next hour.
It was almost five o’clock when the men suggested that they all get something to eat in the hotel restaurant. Susan said, “Oh no, not for me. I have to get home. Carol, what about you? are you going to be staying?” Carol knew she was entirely too drunk to drive and planned on leaving. She intended on calling Greg, her husband, to come pick her up. Carol assured Susan that she would be fine told her that she would call her. However, Malcolm then suggested that she go back to his home nearby and have another drink, assuring her that he would then get her home.
Carol knew that she should leave right then; however, for some bizarre reason, Malcolm’s suggestion made sense. She told him “Why not, but that I can’t be out too late either. I better call Greg.” She called her husband and lied that she and Susan were going out for the evening. There was a pause and then Greg said, “Okay.” Pausing again, he continued “Be careful and get a ride home if you’re too drunk.” After she hung up, Malcolm said he’d that he’d take care of her and get her home. Susan was concerned and feeling reluctant to leave, but she got up and prepared to leave the bar.
They all walked Susan out to her car and she gave Carol a wink as she got in. “Well, Carol, have a fun evening and tell me about it tomorrow.” When Susan’s car pulled away, Carol got into Malcolm’s Honda and the two drove a few blocks off of the main thoroughfare and into a quiet, secluded neighborhood. The couple drove without a word being spoken, lost in their own thoughts. Carol’s mind was swirling, recalling the storeroom experience and anticipating what she hoped would happen at his home. Even so, she was surprised when Malcolm’s friends pulled in the driveway behind them and asked him, “Did you know they were going to be coming over too?””
Malcolm said “Yeah, I’d invited them to come with us and we would all have a little party.” He grinned and continued. “Now, you treat my bros right and they’ll give you the night of your life.” He laughed and winked. Carol was more than a little drunk, but she quickly realized what kind of party he was talking about and that she’d be the center of attention for an interacial gangbang.
They all went inside the spacious and surprisingly well appointed house. Malcolm directed everyone into the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Carol found herself sitting on a couch between Malcolm’s friends Duane and Antwan and as small as the couch was, the three were crowded quite close. Malcolm returned to the living room and passed out the liquor. After several moments, Duane and Antwan began rubbing Carol’s body through her clothing while the conversation continued and everyone sipped their drinks.
Everyone was laughing and talking as the additional alcohol continued to break down Carol’s remaining inhibitions. She really didn’t understand what everyone was talking about other than the evident fact that she was laughing and having a really good time. Because of the alcohol, her head began to swim in erotic thoughts. The two men beside her took turns kissing her, probing her mouth with their tongues. Carol was surprised that she was enthusiastically kissing them back, probing with her own tongue. After several minutes, Duane peeled off her scrub top, while Antwan began to work at removing her white scrub pants. Carol gave out a drunken laugh, and thought “Oh yeah, this evening is going to be something special!” Even so, she said, “I think you better stop what you’re doing, because … ..” She never completed the sentence because suddenly Duane unsnapped and removed her bra and started sucking and caressing her nipples while Antwan resumed his efforts with her hospital pants.
Carol didn’t struggle, and in no time they had her completely naked. Antwan tossed Carole’s panties to Malcolm and the men all whistled in appreciation of Carol’s shapely body. Duane and Antwan continued running their hands all over her body, especially between her legs. Carol leaned back on the couch and spread her legs further apart, giving them a better opportunity to let them do anything they wanted. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying their caresses.
As Antwan reached down between Carol’s legs, he fondled her pussy and was quickly joined by Duane. Carol drunkenly giggled again, surprised at her wontoness. Certainly she was bothered by these black strangers feeling her private parts, but it felt so good that she wanted them to continue. She knew she was drunk and knowing the men were abusing her actually excited and aroused her. She could feel her pussy juices flowing profusely, quickly coating the men’s fingers. Surprisingly, Carol quickly experienced her first orgasm of the evening prompted by just their probing fingers alone. It was overpowering and she truly thought she was going to pass out from the combination of booze and sexual arousal.
“This white bitch likes it,” chuckled Duane. “Now, let’s see how much she likes this.” He unzipped his slacks and extracted a fully erect seven inch cock and pulled Carol’s head into his lap. Carol obediently opened her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his rigid cock. “Hey, Gimme some of that!” said Antwan after a few minutes watching the action. “Don’t I get some?” Duane agreed and Carol felt her head being pulled to the other side to suck another firm, throbbing cock. This one was about the same size, but seemed even thicker than the first one. She sucked Antwan’s cock deep in her throat, making soft humming sounds as she did. She gradually worked her mouth all the way down his organ until she felt her nose reach his kinky pubic hair. Malcolm watched the three and told Carol to go ahead and suck them both off, “You need a mouthful of hot cum, woman.” he chuckled.
Carol increased her efforts, sucking eagerly until Antwan finally thrust up violently and climaxed with a thick load of creamy white sperm. Carol swallowed every drop, then directed her attention back to Duane and swallowed his swollen shaft. She worked her magic on his cock and was quickly rewarded with an equally thick white load. As his climax subsided, Carol scooped up a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and licked them from her fingers.
Even in her drunken and lust-filled condition, Carol realized that the other two men in the room had shed their clothes and were now completely naked. D’shawn pulled her forward and up off the couch, pushing her down on her knees on the floor. She was kneeling in front of Malcolm and D’shawn, each with huge erections, taking them in each hand and began stroking one while she sucked the other. Carol didn’t hesitate, but inhaled Malcolm’s cock all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, sensual sucking sounds with her mouth as she worked him back and forth and finally deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her strenuous efforts were rewarded as a thick load of creamy semen flooded her mouth.
She had barely swallowed that load, when she turned her attention to D’shawn. His cock was a little shorter, perhaps six inches, and very slender. She giggled, humorously thinking “Why, he’s a real ‘pencil dick’!” Even so, she lavished sloppy kisses and licks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. D’shawn was patient, enjoying every moment with this skilled white woman and she worked on him for quite a while the other men cheered her on. After about five minutes of her exquisite cocksucking skills, he also blew a fresh load of cum down her throat.
As she swallowed the last of D’shawn’s sperm, Carol looked up to see the other three naked men standing around her, black skin glistening in the dim light, looking down on her and stroking their cocks. “Look at her, she loves this shit,” said Duane “She be nothing but a true whore,” said Antwan. Carol was beyond caring what they were saying; all she wanted was for one of these men to slam his cock into in her foaming hot pussy and fuck her. As she was pulled to her feet, Malcolm said, “We’re gonna use you, Mrs. Wilson. We gonna fuck your white ass silly!”
Duane grabbed her and led her to the large coffee table and pushed her on her back. He spread her legs and said, “Get ready to fuck, bitch!” He wasted no time and rammed his stiff cock into her drooling slash, driving it all the way in without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the force of the thrust elicited a loud grunt from Carol. She concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her swollen clitoris with each probing thrust. “Fuck me, damn you!” she wailed, “Fuck me.” Considering her agitated state of arousal and provocative words, it didn’t take much of this before Duane closed his eyes and blasted her cunt with his hot, creamy sperm.
Next up was Antwan and when he entered her pussy, he took his time and slowly, deliberately wormed his thick shaft all the way in. Carol lost it again, seemingly in one sustained orgasm as she screamed in sexual release. She began wildly thrusting against him, humping her hips upwards to get even more of his black cock up her pussy. When he reached his orgasm, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him in yet another crashing orgasm of her own.
Malcolm was behind Carol and rolled her over. She spread her legs, and he plunged his huge cock into her already saturated pussy. She was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said “This white girl, senior nurse Wilson, is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. What do you think? can we help this cock-hungry white bitch out?”
The others laughed and shouted approval. Antwan said, “Fuck her in her ass, bro!” Malcolm laughed again and asked Carol “Would you like that, Mrs. Wilson? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Carol quietly moaned, “Yes.” Malcolm chuckled again and told her to beg him to fuck her in the ass. Carol anwered with a near scream, “Please fuck me in my ass! Shove that big black cock of yours in my ass … please!!!”
Carol couldn’t believe that she was actually pleading this erotic and sensual request, especially in a room full of black guys that she had fucked and sucked! Malcolm pulled his dick out of her pussy and she felt his cockhead pushing against her rectum. This time she did feel pain as he first penetrated her. She screamed, which only made the men laugh. However, before she could make any more sounds D’shawn grabbed her by her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. As he started to thrust it in and out he said, “Here’s something for you suck on, bitch!”
Malcolm’s thick shaft battered Carol’s rectum, slamming in at out as he shouted, “Take it, bitch! Take all my cock! Oh, fuck! Her ass is so tight!” Carol moaned around D’shawn’s dick rammed past her sucking lips, lost in her own sexual overload. Probably ten minutes passed before both men reached their climax, pouring even more semen into her body.
After that they all took turns with the exhausted Carol until she could barely stand. Antwan sat on the couch and told Carol to straddle him and sit down. Weakened, Carol did as she was told and he grabbed and positioned his cock and the moment she sat down he drove his cock deep in her rectum. Pulling her body back, he told Duane “Fuck the white bitch’s pussy now!!” Duane didn’t hesitate, sliding his cock against the lips of Carol’s steaming slash and driving it home. Now Carol had two huge black cocks probing and thrusting in her body. The double penetration prompted yet another orgasm and she ground back against their cocks in frenzied response. The action only made the men fuck the sex-crazed woman all the harder, which in turn making her orgasm more. With a howl, Antwan was the first to reach his climax, flooding her ravaged rectum with his steaming hot cum. He was quickly followed by Duane, who blasted another load into Carol’s sodden, well-used pussy.
They gradually stopped their fucking and they turned Carol over to be violated by the other two black men. She was rolled sideways to Malcolm’s waiting cock. Facing Malcolm, she was lifted and firmly impaled on his rigid shaft as he pulled her body toward his chest. D’shawn then crouched behind her, positioning himself and slid his cock in her battered rectum. In spite of the akward position, the two men began fucking her, shaking her weakened body like a rag doll. Seeing his opportunity, Duane stood up on the couch and grabbed the mature woman by the hair, shoving his cock back into her mouth. “Clean my cock, bitch!” he screamed. Antwan cheered them all on, stroking his cock as he watched Carol getting fucked in the pussy, ass and mouth.
Carol’s loud moans, the sounds of the men grunting, and the emotion of the experience drowned out everything. Carol’s mind was swirling for what seemed like hours, then she heard Malcolm grunt and say “I’m cuming in that white pussy of yours!!!” and Carol felt his load spurt deep inside of her. Moments later, D’shawn groaned and said “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, feel a load of nigger cum up that tight white ass of yours! Oh, fuck yeah!” as he loosed his own flow of steaming semen into her rectum.
After a few moments, Duane pulled out of Carol’s ass and then she staggered off of Malcolm. She was so weakened by the fucking that she couldn’t stand up and slumped down next to him, exhausted and nearly comatose, She could hear them all of them laughing and hooting as Malcolm said “Mrs. Wilson is the kind of white girl who loves getting gang-fucked by niggers.”
And, just that suddenly, the gangbang came to a close when Duane threw her a towel, and said, “We’re done and you needed to clean up.” The others began to clean up and get dressed. Malcolm turned and quietly asked her, “Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?” Carol didn’t quite know how to answer him. Her pussy burned and her ass was on fire and her jaw had been outrageously stretched. She could barely move her legs and her arms were like rubber. But, she knew that she had never experienced as many orgasms as she had that night, perhaps in her entire life. Here she was, a respected nursing professional, sitting on a couch her white body totally naked after having been gangbanged by four black guys. She knew she should feel humiliated, violated, and ashamed; however, instead, she was totally turned on and aroused by the the fact that she had indeed been gangbanged by four black studs!
After she had recovered somewhat and the other men had left, Carol had Malcolm drive her home and that’s when she looked at the time on the dashboard clock. It was almost eleven. She had been fucked almost constantly for almost five hours.
On the way home, neither she nor Malcolm spoke as she replayed the events of the evening in her head. In doing so she realized that she was getting aroused again. She knew that she’d been fucked like she’d never been fucked before in her entire life. She was ashamed at what she’d done at Malcolm’s house. She’d been completely ravaged by four black men. Still, she was amazed at her eventual enjoyment of the ordeal, as evidenced by the moistness of her pussy in her renewed arousal.
Malcolm dropped her off at her home and she quietly entered the darkened house. Greg had obviously gone to bed. She climbed the steps to the bedroom and stripped off her scrubs, bra and panties. After a long, hot shower, she slipped into the bed. Her huband, awakened, sleeply asked, “Have a good time?” Carol, answered answered a brief “Yes,” then turned over and pulled the covers over her. She immediately fell asleep and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.

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spring Break_(0)

Jason stood back and watched the group of girls enter the hotel bar. Spring break was in full swing and the hotel was filled with young, beautiful, scantily clad females and boisterous, horny young men. At thirty-three Jason remembered clearly the excitement, the complete casting off of inhibition that transpired with spring break.
Though it was a waste of his time and he resented it, Jason Kourkoulis had been dispatched from his home in South Beach to keep an eye on his half sister while she took part in the annual insanity for the first time. The head of Helios Corporation’s Hospitality Division sent to baby sit a spoiled teenager.
His eyes narrowed as his gaze fixed on the dark haired girl laughing as though she didn’t have a care in the world, seated at one of his tables. He watched her and her friends, the four girls she was sharing one of the resort’s beach villas with, from a safe distance, as they checked out the plethora of attractive males. When one of the boys stopped and leaned down to address the girl, Jason moved.
“Miss Kules,” he said approaching the table with a huge smile.
Jason took a great deal of satisfaction from the look on his sister’s face when she saw him moving toward her table. The laughter died and her eyes widened. There was something closely akin to fear in the soft-gray green eyes and Jason knew she’d flee like a frightened nymph if the opportunity presented itself.
He nudged the disappointed young man out of his way and easily took his intended seat in the chair next to hers while he reached for her hands. “Your father asked that I make sure you’re comfortable in your villa,” he said smiling. “Is there anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable?”
The other four girls watched in awe, waiting for Ilianna to introduce them to the bronzed Adonis that had sat down at their table uninvited. They practically leered, taking in everything from the glossy, black curls and dark good looks to his broad shoulders and well muscled body. Jason could smell the pheromones wafting off his half sister’s companions. His cock twitched as he considered the possibilities.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Ilianna murmured when she finally found her voice. “There’s no reason to trouble yourself.”
Jason turned a rather unpleasant smile on his sister. “It’s no trouble, Miss Kules. It would be my pleasure to make your stay as pleasant as possible.”
“We’re fine, Jason,” Ilianna snapped. “We don’t need anything.”
“In that case, I’ll just consider myself off duty for the evening,” he said, settling back into his chair.
Ignoring his sister’s pointed gaze he raised his hand and signaled to one of the harried waitresses. The girl left the table she was waiting on without taking all of their drink orders to rush to Jason’s side. Ilianna sighed in exasperation. The way the chauvinistic Kourkoulis men treated women was just one of the reasons she used her mother’s maiden name to escape being associated with her father and half brothers.
“There should be a bottle of the ’76 Henriot chilling behind the bar,” Jason told the girl. “Bring it with six glasses.”
He watched as the waitress hurried away to do his bidding before turning his attention back to the girls seated at the table. “Since Lia seems adverse to introducing me, I’ll do it myself,” he said grinning as his sister tensed. “I’m Jason Kourkoulis.”
Ilianna could feel the surprise and excitement pulsating off of her friends. The girls that had been curiously quiet since Jason had arrived at their table suddenly erupted. Of course they all recognized the name and she was glad that Jason hadn’t revealed the family ties.
“I’m Chastity Cortland,” the blonde to his immediate right said extending her hand.
Jason took her hand in his and held it as the rest of the girls introduced themselves. Heather, Taylor, and Mackenzie along with Chastity all vying for her older brother’s attention. Ilianna rolled her eyes as Jason laid on his considerable charm. The waitress returned with her heavy tray and Jason opened the Champagne and poured it into the glasses. He smiled at Ilianna as he raised his glass.
“To you beautiful ladies and a wonderful vacation,” he said.
“You never mentioned that you knew Jason Kourkoulis,” Chastity said as she checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror before they returned to their table.
Ilianna dried her hands, irritation seeping through her every pore, and, with excessively deliberate care, dropped the small, cloth towel in the basket provided for used hand cloths. “He’s a business associate of my father’s, not a friend of mine,” she said derisively.
“The mysterious father,” Chastity said grinning at her friend.
Ilianna picked up her purse and turned toward the door, pretending not to have heard Chastity’s last remark. Her friends at school knew very little about her family other than that they were wealthy, and it was going to stay that way. Her overbearing father had so far acquiesced to her desires, though she knew it rankled with him that she wanted to separate herself from her family this way.
“You know, it’s not bad enough that you’re all exotic looking and gorgeous,” Chastity complained as they left the restroom. “You have this air of mystery, too, and the whole ice princess thing going on … it drives guys crazy and you don’t even seem to notice that they’re falling all over you panting and drooling.”
Ilianna barked a laugh. “You’re wrong,” she said as they approached the table.
“Look at him,” Chastity said nodding toward Jason. “He looks like some Greek God and he’s barely taken his eyes off you all night. You could have that gorgeous man in your bed in a second.”
Ilianna laughed harshly. “Not Jason,” she said emphatically. “Never Jason Kourkoulis.”
Chastity grinned. “Then you don’t mind if I try?”
“Please yourself,” Ilianna said. “I’m going back to the villa.”
“Are you kidding?” Chastity asked in disbelief as her friend started to make her way to the door. “It’s barely past midnight.”
Ilianna didn’t look back as she waded through the throng of college students that had descended on Cabo San Lucas for the Bacchanalian rites known as spring break. Beer was flowing freely and the party was already threatening to erupt out of control.
She smiled and shook her head several times as she was invited to join one group or another on her way across the terrace. Once she hit the sand she kicked off her flip flops and crossed the beach to walk at the edge of the surf as she headed back toward the villa.
“You were supposed to go to South Beach,” Jason called over the sound of breaking waves as he strode angrily toward her.
Ilianna raised one small hand to ward him off as he approached. “You didn’t have to fly down here to watch me,” she fired back furiously. “Why do you think I came here? There are no Helios resorts in Mexico.”
“There’s one, now,” Jason spat at her.
Her jaw dropped. “What? How did he do that? How did he even know I was coming here?”
Jason laughed dryly. “You think you do anything without the old man knowing?” he asked sardonically.
Ilianna shook her head in defeat. “Why can’t I just have a normal vacation with friends?” she asked bitterly. “I’m eighteen. I’m not a child.”
“Then stop acting like one! Maybe Alexander will treat you like the adult you claim to be,” Jason suggested.
“So now you really hate me because you had to leave your precious Miami to come to Cabo and baby sit,” she said miserably.
“I don’t hate you,” he denied as he slipped his arm around her slight shoulders to pull her against his side.
Ilianna leaned against his well muscled body and looked out over the dark Gulf of Cortez. Jason sighed, all of his exasperation evaporating as His baby sister fit herself against his side. They stood in silence watching the reflected light of the moon shimmer on the water. Ilianna yawned.
“You need to sleep,” Jason said kissing the top of her head. I’ll pick you up tomorrow and show you and your friends around.”
Ilianna turned into her brother’s arms. “You don’t have to waste time with us,” she said resting her head against his chest. “I’ll be okay on my own.”
Jason laughed softly. “I want to show you around. It’s been a long time, little sister. Maybe it’s time we get to know one another again.”
His finger under her chin turned her face up to his. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers. He felt a little shock as his lips touched hers. Ilianna inhaled sharply as Jason pulled her closer, pressing her against his hard body. Lifting his head, but not releasing her, he stared down at her shadowed face in silence for a long moment.
“Be ready at 10:00,” he said before turning her toward the path that led to her villa.
Ilianna looked over her shoulder once as she started up the path. Jason was still watching. Her feet carried her toward the lanai and the sliding glass doors, but something in her want to turn and run back to the man still standing on the beach. Part of her wanted to throw herself into his arms and taste his kiss again.
Jason stood watching until he saw a light come on inside the villa before starting back toward the hotel. He hadn’t expected his body to react the way it had to the feel of her soft curves against him. He had no idea what had made him kiss her. To all outward appearances it had been nothing more than a brotherly good night, but beneath the surface there had been a pulsating current of desire. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from pressing her nubile young body more firmly against his.
She had felt it, too. Her little gasp as his lips touched hers. The way her soft curves melted into his hard, muscular body. The hand resting against his chest had glided up over his shoulder to curve around the back of his neck.
Jason shook himself. “She’s your sister, you sick fuck,” he muttered into the dark.
He needed a woman. And he knew where to find one.
**
Jason thrust hard, almost violently, into the willing young woman he’d picked up in the hotel bar. He didn’t even remember her name. All he wanted was the long, silky, dark hair caressing his skin. All he needed was the lush body. The firm, round breasts, the narrow waist curving into full hips, the gentle swell of her belly. The only thing he craved was the feel of her silky thighs, her gorgeous, shapely legs wrapped around his thrusting hips.
He pushed up onto his arms to piston into her welcoming depths, losing himself in the sensation of her tight, wetly sucking cunt. He closed his eyes, his head hanging between his broad shoulders, as he thrust deep and hard. His partner moaned as her orgasm swept through her quivering body, The velvety walls of her vagina rippling over his engorged penis. Unbidden, his sister’s face materialized on the backs of his eyelids.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at the beautiful girl writhing beneath him, willing the image of his sister away. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as he fought to keep her name from leaving his lips. His balls tightened and released a torrent of semen that pulsed through his raging cock to erupt in one long, thick rope after another. Jason continued to thrust into the girl as he came, wanting to prolong the sensation as long as possible.
Spent, he fell to the side, lying on his back with one arm resting across his eyes. The young woman he’d used to assuage the need Ilianna had evoked in him rolled to curve her body into his side, her head resting on his chest. Jason absently stroked her silky hair as his breathing and heart rate slowed to normal.
“That was incredible,” the girl breathed, turning her head to kiss his chest. “No one has ever made me cum like that.”
Jason kissed the top of her head and gently disengaged from her clinging embrace. She sleepily murmured her disappointment as he sat up at the edge of the bed then rose to walk into the luxuriously appointed bathroom. He turned on the water in the large, glass enclosed shower, then stepped into the warm spray.
The girl was sleeping when Jason returned to the bedroom of his penthouse suite, a large, fluffy white towel wrapped around his hips. He was already regretting having brought her to his room, though he knew there wasn’t another room available in the hotel. There probably wasn’t a vacant room anywhere in in Cabo San Lucas, for that matter. Having taken care of the urgent need that had driven him to seek the girl’s company in the first place, he was now adverse to sharing his bed with her for the remainder of the night.
Dressing quietly, Jason left the bedroom for the sofa in the large living room. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the king-sized bed he’d abandoned, but it was the only place he was going to be able to sleep alone. If he was able to sleep at all.
He didn’t really want his sister, he told himself. He had just been unprepared for the grownup Ilianna. The last he’d spent any real time with her she had been a scrawny ten year old with coltish legs and thin gangly arms, intent on driving her twenty-five year old brother to near madness with her never ending questions and constant demands for his attention. He had been taken surprised by the beautiful young woman with the lush curves and cool manners.
He had doted on his only sister, even though she was fifteen years younger than him and the progeny of his much hated step mother, Victoria. Not long out of university and working for his father in Helios’ Hospitality Division, Jason had been the only one of Alexander’s four sons still living at home. Ilianna adored her big brother and they had been close.
While Victoria managed to avoid the responsibilities of mothering her daughter, leaving Ilianna’s care and upbringing to a long line of always changing nannies, she had paid an inordinate amount of attention to her youngest stepson. Jason had deflected Victoria’s increasingly blatant advances until one evening, after imbibing much too freely of his father’s well stocked wine cellar, he had succumbed to his step mother’s considerable charms.
Jason, filled with self loathing over his lack of control and betrayal of his father’s trust, had been gone before his father had returned from his business trip. He had offered his resignation, which his perplexed father had refused to accept, and relocated from New York to Miami. When Alexander had realized that his youngest son wasn’t returning home no matter what he offered, he moved the offices of Helios’ Hospitality Division from the flagship hotel in Manhattan to the newly finished resort in South Beach.
Jason had thrown himself into learning every aspect of running the hotels, resorts, and restaurants, rising quickly to his current position. While he had seen his father frequently over the ensuing years, he’d only seen his half sister and step mother a few times, the last having been at Easter three years before. Ilianna had been a moody, awkward teenager with braces and a marked lack of confidence.
The sky beyond the windows was turning from black to pearly gray when Jason finally fell asleep.
***
Sunlight was streaming through the windows when Ilianna woke. She stretched languidly before looking at the clock by her bed. It had taken her a long time to fall asleep, especially after her friends had started to straggle in with the boys they’d picked up at the bar, and she still felt groggy though the red numbers on the clock read 10:24.
“It’s about time,” Jason drawled lazily from the chair in the corner of her room.
Startled, Ilianna sat up abruptly. The silk sheet covering her nudity slipped down the front of her body, pooling around her hips, and baring her breasts. Jason’s appreciative gaze lingered on the perfect, firm, round globes tipped with puffy, pale pink nipples made to tempt a man’s tongue to taste her delectable flesh. Once again his wayward cock responded with a will of it’s own beginning to harden at the stimulation offered by his sister’s charms.
Jason’s presence in her room was unsettling after the amount of time it had taken her to recover from his good night kiss. Ilianna had lain awake for hours dissecting the effect Jason’s touch had had on her. None of the fumbling caresses and awkward kisses she’d received up to this point had prepared her for the jolt of desire her brother’s experienced touch had sent rocking through every nerve in her body.
The brief kiss and the way he had held her while his dark eyes searched her face afterwards had left her shaking with wanting her brother. Her breasts had ached for his touch. Her entire body had vibrated with her need for him and his intense gaze now was wreaking havoc with her senses.
Ilianna grabbed at the sheet and angrily pulled it up to clutch it against her body hiding her breasts from his view. “Get out of my room,” she ordered stridently, her cheeks flushed bright red.
Jason smiled and leaned back in the chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. “Get up and get dressed,” he said, feigning irritation. “I asked you to be ready at ten. It’s past that, now.”
“I’m not going to dress in front of you,” she hissed, pulling the sheet free from the bottom of the bed to wrap it around herself before swinging her lithe legs over the side.
“Why not?” he asked grinning like a mischievous school boy. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before. Don’t you remember summers on the Island in Greece? We couldn’t keep clothes on you then.”
“That was different,” she said as she quickly gathered her clothes. “I was a child.”
“Your point being?” Jason teased.
Ilianna glared at her older brother. “I’m not a child anymore.”
“Oh, yes,” he said leaning forward in his chair. “You’re all grown up now. Wear a bathing suit under your clothes.”
He stood to leave the bedroom as Ilianna fled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind herself.
***
Ilianna shrieked in laughter and rolled onto her back covering her bare breasts with her hands as Jason dropped to his knees beside her, playfully shaking water from his dark curls, splashing cool drops over her sun warmed skin. She reached for the hot pink bikini top, but Jason stopped her hand and urged her gently back onto the blanket as he stretched out beside her and closed his eyes against the brilliant sun. His fingers twined with hers, the wet skin of his strong arm cool against hers.
During the last three days Jason had spent every waking moment with her. They had explored the desert, snorkeled, watched whales from the deck of a chartered boat, and in the evening Jason had entertained Ilianna and her friends. His slightly menacing presence as he hovered over his younger sister had dissuaded all but the boldest Frat boys from making their drunken advances. Those that had dared had been quickly dispatched with a few cold words.
Ilianna knew that her friends thought there was some romantic involvement between her and Jason. No one knew he was her brother and she did nothing to disabuse them of their notion. She loved his attention and wanted to keep him to herself. The last few days had restored their closeness and at the same time had resurrected a little of the pain of his defection years before.
“You know,” Ilianna said turning onto her side to face her brother, “I didn’t think you liked me anymore.”
Jason turned his head to look at her, his brow creased. “Why would you think that?”
Ilianna reached out and smoothed his hair back from his face. His curls wound themselves around her fingers like they were living things. She sighed deeply and pulled her hand back.
“You were there at home and everything was wonderful and then you were just gone,” she said quietly. “I tried to call you, but you never returned my calls.”
It had never occurred to him that his sudden departure had caused his little sister pain. He hadn’t thought of anything beyond his own guilt and self loathing. He had, at first, ignored her calls because he hadn’t known what to tell her and then later because he had been so immersed in work. That Ilianna had suffered only served to increase the aversion he felt toward his step mother.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said squeezing her hand. “I just couldn’t be there anymore.”
“Because you hate my mother,” she said, pulling her hand away from his.
Jason captured her hand in his again, his fingers winding around hers. He pushed her onto her back so he could lean over her. “You were too young to understand what was happening,” he said quietly. his bitterness creeping into his voice.
“What happened?” she asked. “It was eight years ago. I’m old enough to understand now.”
His eyes searched hers. Ilianna met his intense gaze unwaveringly.
“She was coming on to me. She had been ever since I graduated and came back home,” he said, his eyes not leaving hers. “The old man was on one of his business trips. Victoria and I were drinking.”
Ilianna started shaking her head, but Jason continued. “Your mother is a beautiful woman. Alexander wouldn’t have married her if she wasn’t.”
“You slept with her,” Ilianna said blankly.
Jason’s eyes clouded with guilt. “I emailed Dad my resignation and left the next day.”
Ilianna’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. “You abandoned me,” she whispered.
He shook his head as tears welled in her green eyes.
“You left without telling me you were going. Without saying goodbye,” she continued.
Jason lowered his body onto hers, resting his weight on his forearms. “Lia,” he said softly, his voice pleading for her to stop.
“Daddy was always gone. Mommy never cared. She only had me to secure her place as Mrs. Kourkoulis,” Ilianna said with a little shiver. She took a deep breath before continuing. “You were the one steady point on my horizon, and then you were just gone.”
“I didn’t mean for you to be hurt,” he said, his lips brushing her soft cheek. “I didn’t realize you would miss me so much.”
“It felt like the end of the world,” she murmured, running her hand slowly up and down his upper arm. “And when you did come home to visit you were so different. I thought you didn’t like me anymore and I didn’t know what I had done wrong.”
Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening against his smooth skin. He knew it was a mistake to be so close to her, but he couldn’t make himself move away. With a low groan he captured her lips beneath his.
Ilianna reacted to his kiss with all the passion of youth and Jason was lost as her hands glided over his damp skin, her arms winding around his body to pull him closer. He deepened their kiss as his hands began exploring her her soft curves. She moaned and arched her back to press against him.
“Lia,” he breathed burningly against her ear before his lips began caressing her throat. “Baby, do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
Ilianna nodded. “Yes,” she moaned hoarsely, her body undulating beneath his.
Jason’s hands moved over her urgently, driven by a primal desire to possess every inch of her. There was a savage, primitive need building in him to claim his woman and wipe the touch of every other man she had ever known off her perfect skin and out of the deepest recesses of her mind. He found the ties at her hips that held the miniscule bikini bottom in place and he tugged at them to undo the tiny bows.
Lifting himself away from her long enough to rid himself of his own trunks, Jason lowered himself onto her willing body. Ilianna pulled her knees up, her heels against her bottom. Letting her legs part, she cradled Jason’s hips between her firm, silky thighs.
His lips found hers, his tongue probing the sweetness of her mouth as he ran his hands insistently over her soft skin. Ilianna arched her back to press her body more firmly against her brother’s. Jason’s hand slipped to the crevice at the apex of her thighs, his fingers sliding between the warm folds. He felt her shudder as he lightly brushed her clit.
He could feel that she was wet and ready and his need to make himself a part of her was driving everything else out of his mind. Wrapping his fingers around his hard, thick cock, he brought the throbbing, mushroom like head to the opening of the warm, moist sheath of flesh he coveted. Ilianna’s hands slid over his back as she lifted her hips, mutely begging him to take her.
Jason pushed into the welcoming depths of her body, intent only on burying every inch of his turgid cock inside her, and felt her stiffen as he breached the unexpected barrier. Stunned by the implication, He paused and lifted his head to stare questioningly into her face. Tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill down the sides of her face and into her silken hair.
“You said you weren’t a virgin,” he accused huskily.
“I said I knew what you were going to do to me,” she corrected softly as she pushed her hips up against his. “I didn’t say anyone else ever had.”
“Semantics,” he murmured, thrusting slowly into her virgin body, his hips moving of their on volition.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she demanded, her fingers winding into his hair to bring his lips back to hers.
Jason ravaged her mouth as he increased his tempo. Each hard stroke took him deeper until he was bottoming out every time he thrust into the velvety tightness of her cunt. Ilianna met every thrust with a wild passion of her own, her hands moving over the flexing muscles in his back, her nails digging into his flesh.
He pushed up to watch her beautiful face as he increased his pace. Ilianna rolled her hips, grinding against his thrusting pelvis. Her breathing was coming in rapid, shallow pants and grunts as he slammed into her. She began whimpering and mewling as a sweet tension slowly built low in her abdomen.
Jason felt her begin to tremble and fought for the control to hold back his own orgasm until she reached her climax.
“Uhn, uhn. Jason,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please fuck me.”
Her hands grasped at his ass frantically, trying to pull him deeper. His breath hissed through clenched teeth. Her body arched off the blanket and she bucked against him wildly. Her thighs clamped against his hips as the delicious tension broke and waves of pleasure rolled through her body washing her in ecstasy.
“Jason!” she cried holding him tightly as his balls churned and released a torrent of cum that rocketed through his pulsing cock to erupt into his sister’s welcoming body. The ripping walls of her vagina clenched on his twitching cock as he emptied himself deep inside his sister.
Spent, he began to roll off her. Her arms tightened around him as she murmured her protest at his abandonment. He settled back onto her lush body, resting his weight on his forearms. He kissed her tenderly, quite happy to remain deeply seated inside her cum soaked pussy.
He groaned into her mouth as she deliberately tightened her vaginal muscles on his half flaccid penis. He tore his lips from hers and rested his forehead against hers. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his back making him shiver.
“I love you, Lia,” he said fiercely.
“I know,” she answered softly. “I love you, too.”
He shook his head. “No, baby,” he said raising his head to stare intently into her grayish green eyes. “I love you. Nothing brotherly about it. I want you to stay with me. To live with me.”
“I know, Jason,” she said, caressing his stubble roughened cheek. “I love you, too. If we could, I would live with you, but…”
Jason rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms. “Let someone try to stop us,” he said determinedly.
Ilianna nestled against his strong chest, her hand curled around his shoulder. “Maybe we can see each other once in a while,” she offered. “If we tried to live together Daddy would stop us.”
“I don’t have as much money as the old man, but I have more than enough to take care of you,” he said rolling her onto her back to lean over her. “I want you to be my wife. I want you to have my babies.”
Ilianna’s eyes searched his face. “How can we live together? Everyone in the world knows who you are and it wouldn’t take the paparazzi long to discover who I am.”
“The island,” he said. “There might be talk at first, but if we lay low they’ll forget about us.”
“Daddy won’t forget,” she said.
“Let me worry about Alexander,” Jason said leaning down to kiss her hungrily. “Will you come with me? Will you be my wife?”
“This is insane,” she whispered as she wound her arms around his neck. “Yes. I’ll go to Greece with you.”
Jason’s lips left hers to trail kisses down the side of her neck. He circled one pale pink aureola with the tip of his tongue causing the delectable flesh to pucker. He kissed the hard bud that tipped her perfect breast.
“Will you have my babies?” he asked cupping his hand beneath the swell of the firm mound of flesh to lift the swollen nipple to his hungry mouth.
Ilianna gasped as he began to suckle at her breast. “Yes,” she moaned. “I’ll have your babies.”
His mouth left her breast to explore her quivering abdomen, pausing briefly to press his tongue into her navel before moving lower. He lifted his head to look up into her eyes as he settled between her trembling thighs. His slight smile stole her breath.
“Are you my wife?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” she answered softly, her fingers sliding into his hair as he lowered his head, his tongue delving into the wet folds of her labia.
Ilianna lifted her hips as Jason pressed his face against the hot flesh of her pussy and began to lap at her. She rocked against his face coating his jaw with the combined wetness of their cum. He swirled his tongue around the tight opening of her vagina then drew it slowly through her inner lips to flick against her erect clit as he slid two fingers into her rippling cunt.
“Jason,” she moaned. “Se thelo.”
He slid his body up along hers, pushing his tumescent cock into the welcoming depths of her nubile young body. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his thrusting hips. They found their rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect unison.
“I love you, Ilianna,” Jason murmured against her ear as he filled her completely, his body straining toward another orgasm.
“I love you,” she answered breathlessly. “I have always loved you.”
Jason held his lover tightly and, as her beautiful body arched against his, he pushed into her as deeply as he could flooding her open, welcoming womb with his hot semen.
***
Jason stopped at the top of the stone steps that led down to the white sand of the very private beach. Nearly a year had passed since he’d been dispatched to watch over Ilianna during that fateful spring break. She was unaware of his presence as he watched her standing hip deep in the clear, blue Aegean Sea.
Her full breasts were bare and tanned, her naked body even lusher since the birth of his son. She lifted the two month old infant to kiss his face before dipping his body into the warm water again. Jason loosened his tie and pulled it off as he started down the steps. He shed his clothes as he crossed the beach to wade into the water and join his wife and child.
Ilianna smiled as he pulled her back against his hard body. “You’re home.”
Jason took his son from her arms and held the naked baby against his chest as he leaned down to kiss the love of his life. “Hello, my beautiful girl.”
“How is Daddy?” she asked knowing the meeting with Alexander probably hadn’t been pleasant.
“It went well,” Jason said smiling down at her raised eyebrows. “The old man is mellowing.”
“Really,” Ilianna said skeptically.
“As a matter of fact, you should probably put some clothes on because he wants to meet his grandson.”
Ilianna’s eyes widened. “He’s coming here?” she asked just before the sounds of the incoming helicopter reached her ears.
Jason grinned as she turned to wade quickly to the beach. He reached her as she shook the sand out of her beach towel and wrapped it around her body like a sarong. She took the baby so Jason could pull his trousers back on. They climbed the steps together, Jason carrying his son, his wife’s small hand held tightly in his.
Alexander Kourkoulis paced back and forth on the terrace at the top of the stairs. He stopped and watched as his children approached. Ilianna shrank from his formidable presence. Jason slipped a protective arm around her.
“I’m not here to chastise you, girl,” he said gruffly.
She nodded. Jason kissed her forehead and stepped toward his father, the baby in his arms. Alexander’s eyes softened as the baby smiled and waved a tiny hand.
“His name is Alexander Nickolaus,” Jason said presenting his son to his father. “Would you like to hold him?”
Alexander looked up at his youngest son, slightly alarmed. “Maybe after his mother puts a diaper on him.”
Ilianna took the baby and disappeared into the house, leaving the two men on the terrace. She diapered and dressed her son and laid him in his bassinet while she quickly dressed. She picked up the baby and returned to the terrace.
She stopped in front of her father, now seated in one to the white wicker arm chairs and gently placed the baby on his lap. Alexander studied his grandson intently before lifting the baby to kiss his soft cheek. The baby turned his face toward his grandfather seeking something to latch onto when his cheek was tickled.
Ilianna smiled as her father handed the bay back to her. “I think he wants feeding,” Alexander said watching as his daughter bared her breast and offered it to her son.
“He seems perfect,” he continued after a moment.
“He is perfect,” Ilianna said, gazing at the baby adoringly. Jason stroked her hair wishing that they were alone and he could suck the milk from her other breast.
“He’s healthy,” Jason assured his father.
“Well, then,” Alexander said clearing his throat, “it’s time for you to get back to work. You can conduct business from the offices in Athens if you don’t want to come back to the States.”
Jason nodded and his father turned his attention back to Ilianna. “And you and your … wife … can begin working on giving me another grandson.”

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This will be the final part of this story. the reason will become clearer once you have read it. I am really sorry for the long wait and i hope this will be a good christmas/haunukkah/yule present for you all.

Christina’s Kitchen Exploit

I was sitting in Physics class, waiting for the bell to ring. I hated physics, I was getting a 65% in the class, and there were only four days left until the final exams. The only highlight of the class was a girl named Jill. She had amazing light blue eyes, with long black hair, of course me being a geek, not nerd, but geek meant that I had no chance with her. She had just broken up with her boyfriend George, and since then every guy had been trying to get at her, all having unsuccessful attempts. While I was thinking about her, I didn’t even notice that the bell had rang, probably because today was early release day.
Everyone started rushing towards the door, and I slowly got up, strapped my backpack on, and started to leave. My name is Zack, I am 17 years old and I go to Natarin Secondary School in California. I wasn’t much of an athlete but I also wasn’t really fat or skinny. I was that guy that none of the girls knew, but all the guys knew. Not in a gay way of course. I started heading out of class, and started walking home. I lived 20 minutes away, and no one that I was friends with walked the same way I did. This of course, gave me a lot of time to think.
As I was walking, I started thinking about what I was really doing with my life. I wasn’t smart, as in all my classes I was getting under 70%, I wasn’t athletic, I wasn’t good looking, what exactly was I? My walks were always as depressing as this, always just me reflecting on my life, thinking about the things that I should have done but didn’t do. I finally got home, took out my keys, and opened the door. As I walked in I heard a noise, and it sounded like a familiar noise. As I walked in further I realized that it was moaning, and I starting creeping slowly in.
In the kitchen I saw my twelve year old sister Christina having her pussy fucked by a guy who looked my age. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but the first idea that popped into my mind was to take out my cellphone and start recording it.
After a minute or two, I heard the guy yelling “I’m cumming”
I took that as my cue to get out. I ran for the main door, and quietly closed it, locked it, and ran to my backyard. I stayed in the backyard for about 30 minutes, passing the time by watching the video, of course the video was only about 2 minutes long, so I replayed it over and over again. I saw the guy walk out the door, and waited 10 more minutes before entering, just to be safe. I knocked on the door, and my sister came out with a really surprised, and possible horrified look on her face.
“What are you doing here?” she asked me in dismay.
“It was early release day, school ended about half an hour ago. What are you doing here, don’t you have school today?” I asked wondering in curiosity to if she ditched school just so she could be fucked on our kitchen counter.
“There was no school today, all middle schools were closed for the day.” she said in a somewhat relieved way.
I walked in, threw my bag into the living room and shouted asking “So what did you do all day?” wondering what lie she would throw at me.
She replied quickly “Nothing, you know, just stayed home and watched television.”.
I ran to my room, and just sat on my bed. I always had the hots for my sister, although she was only 12, she had pretty nice tits, long black hair, brown eyes, and a really tight ass. She definitely was not exactly hot, but the idea of getting a blowjob from my own sister just gave me the biggest hard on ever. Then I thought about it, this is the perfect chance to get a blowjob from my sister. In fact, I can get anything from my sister with this video I have. Of course the first thing that I did was make copies of the video. I saved one on my computer, one on my USB, 4 of them on disks, and then just waited. The next day, I hid all the disks. I hid one in my school locker, one behind my television, another in my backpack, and the last I put inside a movie cover for Twilight. I knew my sister loved the movie, and so I knew that she would watch it. That is what I was hoping for.
Later that night, my mom and dad were gone to a party at a friend’s house and left me and my sister home alone. I was in my room when I heard a scream, I ran downstairs to see what the problem was. I saw my sister breaking the CD with the video on it, and I asked her with a confused look
“What’s wrong? Why were you screaming?”
“Nothing, I just stubbed my toe, that’s it”
I didn’t realize that people screamed that loud when they stubbed their toe, asking myself sarcastically.
“Okay, well I’ll be in my room”
Ten minutes later I heard the phone ring, and I picked it up. It was my mom, who sounded drunk
“Zack, me and your dad had a little too much to drink tonight. We are stayed at Emily’s house, so please just eat dinner and give your sister food, then go to bed.”
I took that as a sign that today is the day I use the power of the video. After I gave my sister food, she went to bed and I waited around 20 minutes before I sneaked into her room. I took off all my clothes once I got inside, and lucky for me Christina has a twin sized bed. I laid down beside her, and started rubbing on her boob which was only covered by her thin shirt.
I managed to pull my hand off and put my hand under her shirt, and went for her boob again, except this time nothing would cover it. I started slowly massaging her tits, they were so soft. I couldn’t take it anymore. I ripped off her shirt, and as I did, she woke up.
“What are you doing!?” she asked in an extremely angered voice
“Whatever I want” I replied
I went to suck on her tits, but she resisted. “That video you saw? The one that replaced your stupid Twilight movie? I was the one who put it there. So I think it would be best for you to let me do whatever I want to you. Or I can let mom and dad see that video, and possibly a lot of other people”.
“Please, don’t! I’m your sister! Don’t do this to me.”. She started crying.
I started to regret doing this, I didn’t think that she would cry. Of course though, being a horny 17 year old meant that her crying was not going to stop my actions. “Don’t do what? Don’t show anyone the video, or don’t have you suck my cock?”
“Both! Please, just don’t.”
“You can only choose one. So choose.”
“Don’t let anyone see that video”
“Okay, suck my cock then.”
She put her soft lips on my dick, and started moving her face back and forth. It felt amazing, jacking off was nothing compared to this.
“Oh yeah Christina, keep going”
I started rubbing her tits again, loving the feel of how soft they were.
“Lick my balls”
She moved her mouth from my cock and started making her way towards my balls. She slowly licked them, it felt like she licked them once every second, which felt like forever!
“Oh yeaah! Take off your shorts and panties. Now!”
She quietly obeyed. She took off her pink shorts, and what I saw amazed me. She had the cutest little pink panties! As soon as I saw them, I said “Stop, don’t take them off yet.Wait a minute.” I pulled my head down, put my mouth to her stomach, and attempted to pull down her panties with my mouth. Of course, I had no success, so I moved and she took them off herself. I went to her pussy and I admired it for a minute. She had nice pink lips. I immediately put my mouth on her pussy and started licking it. There was really no specific taste, but I just liked the feeling of licking my sisters pussy.
“Ohhh! Ohhh my god!”
Seems like I was really pleasing her. I smiled and took a quick look at her face, her eyes were closed and she was biting on her bottom lip. I continued to lick her pussy.
“Ohhh yeessss! Don’t stop Zack! Ohhh myyyy gooood! I looooooove it!”
A few minutes of her moaning and I felt her juices on my face, and then I couldn’t take it anymore. I took out my dick and put it inside her pussy.
“No Zack! I’m not on any birth control! Stop!”
I didn’t really care much to what she was saying I started pushing my dick in and out.
“Oh my fuccking good yesssss!”
“You like my cock in you Christina? You like your big brother’s cock in your little pussy? Tell me!”
Somehow while moaning she replied “Yes I love it! Please give me more of your cock!”
“I’m cumming!” I yelled in a voice full of pleasure. Some magical way I pulled out just in time and all my cum landed on her stomach.
“You loved that didn’t you, Christina?
“NO! How could you do that to your own sister Zack?”
“Well, you obviously enjoyed it, considering how much you were moaning.”
“That doesn’t matter! I’m still your sister!” she yelled.
As she was yelling at me, I swear I heard the main door open. Shit. I took my clothes and ran to the bathroom beside Christina’s bedroom. I put on all my clothes and pulled open the bathroom door, and saw my mom standing right in front of me.

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My Life as a Slave 3

My Life as a Slave 3
I spent the next morning and part of the afternoon doing chores, straightening up the house while Ross worked. He gave me a uniform to wear. It was a male thong with a leather sheath that housed my cock. There was a hole in the end so my head was always visible. When I got hard, which was often in the leather, the sheath expanded accordion style to accommodate me.
After a while, five-o-clock rolled around and I waited by the door, kneeling on a pad for me. A few minutes past five, I heard a key in the lock, and the door opened. Ross entered and set his bag down, hanging his coat on a hook by the door.
“Welcome home Master,” I said as I’d been instructed to do.
“Good Boy,” he told me.
“Time to get you dressed, we’re going out tonight.”
By dressed he meant that he would cuff my hands behind my back as I already was and throw a long black coat over my body to hide my nudity. It hung down to my knees, and I wondered what people would think when they saw my bare legs, or if they’d even notice. He buttoned it up just enough so that it covered me well, but was just a little apparent that I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Lastly, he clipped a leash to my collar and led me out the door.
He led me out of his apartment and down onto the street. Everyone stared at me as we walked by. It was extremely embarrassing at first, but slowly that began to subside, and arousal took over. My cock grew in the leather thong, and I was grateful I had the large coat to mask my erection.
That all changed quickly as after a few blocks he led me through an unlabeled door off the street. We walked down a vaguely redly lit hallway into a welcoming area of sorts. There was a desk with a greeter, and a neon sign, the source of the red light. It read four simple letters. BDSM. There was a curtained doorway behind the desk, out of which I could hear a distinct techno beat.
The greeter smiled, “Hey Ross,” he said, then his eyes slid to me. “Nice, what have you got here?”
“My new toy I want to show off,” Ross said with a smile.
“He 18?” The greeter asked. Ross produced a few bills and handed them to the greeter. “He is now,” he said jovially.
Ross led me over to the coat rack and hung up his jacket. He smiled devilishly at me. Behind him, I could see the greeter leering expectantly. He slid my coat off me, exposing me and hung it up as well. In spite of the cold walk down the street, my cock was standing fully upright. The greeter smiled appreciatively before turning back to something behind the desk. Ross slid his fingers under the waistband of the underwear, and in one seemingly impossible motion, managed to slip them off my cock and down my legs. I stepped out of them and he tucked them into one of the jacket pockets.
Nude aside from the cuffs and the collar, he led me through the curtain. A short hallway led into a large circular room. Ringing the walls were smaller alcoves, one with a bar and the others with different bondage implements in them, some already in use. There was a ring of tables so that the patrons could view what was happening in the various cubbies. At the center of the room there were various other bondage devices.
There were a number of people present, with about half the dozen or so alcoves filled. Ross led me in, and drew the stares of a number of people. My face was awash once more with red, being the center of attention.
Ross led me to one of the tables near the bar alcove and grabbed drinks for the two of us. Something alcoholic for him, and water for me, placed evilly in a little dish so I had to bend forward and lap it up. There was a ring on the edge of the table that he tied my leash to, leaving me going nowhere in a hurry.
After he finished his drink, he stood and untied my leash. “Time to play,” he told me, leading me over to an empty alcove. There was a grid of thin metal bars, a lattice providing ample tie points, and some equipment hanging on the wall. He uncuffed and unleashed me, grabbing a knife and approaching the large spool of rope in the corner.
I stood on two foot high blocks, facing the grid while he tied me to it at various points; my hands above my head, my ankles spread, my knees, my waist and my thighs. When he was finished, he kicked the blocks out from underneath me. I let out a gasp as the ropes bit into my skin and supported my weight. Hanging there, bound was a new form of helplessness that did much to keep my cock hard.
He pulled something off the wall. I felt the sting of a whip across my backside, and turned my head, trying to get a look at when the next blow was coming. It was futile as he started to paint stripes across me. The pain wasn’t so bad at first, but gradually rose in intensity as my flesh became more tender. I could hear people milling in the background, no doubt a crowd had gathered to watch him work me young body.
“How many more?” he asked. People in the crowd began yelling suggestions. Ten, twenty, a hundred someone shouted.
“Oh god no,” I breathed, apparently just loud enough for him to hear.
“How many then?” he asked me.
“Ten?” I ventured hesitantly, not sure how much I could take.
“How about twenty?”
“Yes Master.”
“Count them, and thank me.”
Slash! Even harder than before. I whimpered, “One. Thank You Master.”
Slash! Another hard one. “Two. Thank You Master.”
By ten, a few tears had rolled down my cheek. I gritted my teeth and continued to count. When there were five more to go, the crowd was cheering him or me (I don’t know) on.
Finally, as I cried “Twenty, thank you Master.” The crowd gave a loud cheer and he put the whip away. He came up behind me and caressed my red back, buttocks and legs.
“Good boy,” he whispered in my ear, “but I’m not done playing with you yet.”
He untied me and let me down, I collapsed onto my knees, being tired and sore from the whipping and the difficult position. He bent me over and cuffed my wrists behind my back once more, reattaching my leash.
I was led to the center of the room and forced to my knees. There was an assortment of stocks, horses and a few things just for tying points. He brought me over to a T-shaped bar sticking out from the ground. I knelt in front of it, draping my arms over it so the horizontal part of the T rested snuggly between my upper arms and back. The chain of the cuffs was tied to a ring near the base of the T, immobilizing my arms. There were rings in the floor that my ankles were tied to, holding me spread.
There was a small control panel nearby. Ross hit a button on it, causing the T to raise in height, pulling me up a bit. “Ahh, perfect height,” he said, grabbing my chin and pressing his crotch against my face. I could feel his hard cock beneath his jeans. Part of me longed to suck him dry, and the other part was very aware of how public a place we were in.
He left me helpless there, as he sauntered off to grab another drink. I knelt there, very aware of the passers by, aware of the stares I was drawing. Several came closer to get a better look at me. Doms and subs alike enjoyed the sight of my youthful helpless nudity.
“Nice, very nice,” a masked man remarked, pausing as he walked past. He looked around before stepping to within a foot of me to get himself a nice long view. His eyes strayed from my face, down my body to my still erect cock. He stared uninhibited for a few moments before his eyes found their way up again.
Instinctively I looked at his own crotch. His eyes followed mine and he smiled. He was wearing tight leather pants. He stepped closer, bring himself inches away from my face. “Like what you see?”
I nodded hungrily. I could see the very apparent bulge continuing to grow underneath the tight leather. “Do you want to see it?” he asked me. I nodded hungrily, honestly.
He did not disappoint as he unzipped and slid a cut, 8’’ cock out of his pants. It hit me in the lips as it fell, pointing horizontally. I opened my mouth to accommodate him, but he left it there, hanging just close enough to lick.
Finally, after teasing me for a few seconds, he moved closer so that I was able to wrap my lips around it. He was gentle, slowly sliding himself in, gauging how much I could take. After he made it a little more than halfway into me, he seemed satisfied, and let me start to bob my head.
He was a bit longer and thicker than Ross, presenting more of a challenge to suck. His cock didn’t point upward the way Ross’s did when hard, instead to pointed out straight. That made it easier to work into a good rhythm with my lips and tongue while bound.
The stranger helped out with my restraints, thrusting into me so I didn’t have to move as much. I stared him in the eyes, watching his smile grow wider as I milked him with my mouth.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “You’re good at that for being so young. Let’s hope we see you here more often.” I nodded with my mouth full of cock and kept on pleasuring him.
He grabbed my head for a moment and fucked me hard and fast, always coming just shy of thrusting the length of himself down my throat. I loved the feeling of his hard shaft sliding in and out through my lips and over my tongue.
All of a sudden he grabbed my hair and started to thrust in and out so that just the first few inches of his cock slid into my mouth. I just moaned, looked at him, and let him use me, bracing for the orgasm that was to come.
My moan was one of genuine pleasure as he oozed a thick steady stream of cum onto my tongue. His orgasm seemed to last forever as he filled my mouth. I couldn’t help but drool some down my chin while he continued to slowly fuck my mouth.
When he was finished giving me a massive load of cum, he slid himself out. More dribbled down my chin, splashing onto my chest. He smiled and let me swallow before pressing his cock to my lips and allowing me to clean it off.
“Very nice,” he said before zipping himself back up and walking away. Now I had the added embarrassment of cum running down the front of me to add to my nudity not to mention the fact that anyone in the club could have watched me suck him off.
I looked around to see who’d been watching. I’d looked around for only a few moments before another cock poked me in the face. I looked up to see a leather mask staring back at me impassively. Wordlessly, I opened my mouth and took him in. He was only about 5 inches so I was able to take all of him in my mouth. It was an exciting feeling to be able to completely envelop someone’s cock.
I sucked him this way, pulling almost all the way off, then slamming myself all the way down for several minutes. The object of my desire stayed silent while I enjoyed servicing his cock. Suddenly and without warning, he too came in my mouth, erupting violently and shooting down my throat. I had to struggle not to gag while he plastered the inside of my mouth with semen. He finished, tucked himself away and left, leaving me covered in slightly more cum, and even more humiliated.
It was obvious what the purpose of this particular tying post was, and several more people stopped by to fondle, or otherwise enjoy me. After the sixth cock left my mouth, Ross came back over to clean me off. “Enjoying yourself slave?”
“Yes Master,” I said between breaths, still swallowing the last load. He led me to a table where a drink already sat, and allowed me to clean the taste out of my mouth. Even after a few large gulps the taste lingered, but I didn’t mind. Just the opposite, in fact, I enjoyed having the reminder of recently pleasuring many men.
After lingering a little while longer, he led me out the door. The greeter smiled appreciatively, “bring him back soon,” he called out.
Ross smiled and grabbed our things. He threw the coat around me, but only buttoned the top button. A small breeze would reveal my bound nudity. He led me out the door and into the street. A few times the wind picked up and showed my predicament, but there were relatively few people around. Those that noticed paid no attention.
Finally, he led me up to his apartment, immediately removing the coat once we got inside. He led me over in front of the couch, stripped and sat down.
I was so turned on by the nights events, I practically dove for his cock. I was pushing myself down before he’d even finished sitting on the couch. I pushed myself to go as deep as I could, taking all of him in my mouth, slightly gagging in the processes, but sliding up and going down for more.
He just put his hands behind his head, and let me give him the most passionate, wet blowjob I could muster. I went as fast as I could, concentrating only on his pleasure. Within minutes he was moaning and spasming as I continued to work my lips and tongue.
He grabbed my hair and held me just on his head so he could cum onto my tongue. He shot a few ropes into my mouth before dribbling and giving me the taste I craved. I moaned and sucked him dry before swirling it around in my mouth and showing him. When he gave the command to swallow, I complied and showed him my empty mouth.
“Good boy,” he said, and unlocked me, allowing me to go wash up for the night.

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Hot Summers Night

hot summer night in England woman about to get the surprise of her life
first time writing anything sorry its short and I am no expert