Slave Of A Sith Chapter- 4
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A trip to Florida with a twist
Just a few details about who I am and what I enjoy before going into the very perverted fiction.
TWO PROSTITUTES WALKING BY CHURCH
Two prostitutes were walking by a church when one of them said to the other, “we should go inside. They’ve got a guy in there who’s really hung!”
“Tell me more,” replied the other one.
“Well, he’s hung like this,” said the friend stretching out her arms straight out at her sides. Note: This joke works better as a visual one.
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Written from the viewpoint of a girl named Kristine.
Macs hate me so hopefully vaios like me better.
This chapter is a little longer than the first 2, with a lot more explanation of what his world is and introduces some of the dangers the denizens of the world face. There is no sex in this one, it’s more character development. The primary point of this story is the morality of having power and how to use it. Please leave any constructive feedback or let me know what you think of the story. If you have anything you want to see PM me and if it fits in the tale I’ll see about including it.
After looking into my past and seeing nothing but the nature of time and entropy bringing me to Vegas I was able to settle my thoughts and focus on getting settled in. I began by pulling out my laptop and searching for a real estate agent to assist me in finding a new home for myself. After searching and finding a suitable agent I settled down to meditate and work on my next investments. I sat my computer on my lap with my hands on the keyboard. While investors are losing money in the current economy I was doing well by using my ability to look through time as well as to alter probability in small ways. I never tried to make large changes as there was a double backlash for doing so. The first backlash is very mundane; if I do to well I have authorities looking at me and my past. Mages like myself must not draw attention. There are men and monsters out there that would kill us for being what we are, as well as others that would want to use and control us. While this is important to avoid the other has to do with the nature of Magic itself. As I’ve stated before, the nature of reality is that for most of the world it’s consensual, where Mages can tap into Magick and alter the world at will. The problem is that the farther we push what people accept the worse the backlash. My friend and mentor Marcus had told me stories about backlashes where the mage had pushed things too far and had done so where Mortals could see. The backlash caused the mage to suffer painfully, some mages have even died. The worst backlash he had ever heard of was a mage that tried to bring Magick out into the open and it had shredded his connection to the Magick, he became nothing more than mortal who knew the monsters were out there. They also knew of him as he was abusive with his power against them, not hiding it and being careful. Rumors are told that he is now the mindless obedient lap dog of a Vampire somewhere.
Marcus’s first lessons to me were about what the Spheres of Magick were and how to sense all of them before teaching me to actively control any of them. Marcus told me that many mages each believed that one Sphere of Magick was superior to the others and focused their skills there, paying little attention to the others. His opinion was that they left themselves weak by blinding themselves to other areas of power. From the story I told him of my awakening, he said I had a natural talent for what he called Forces. Forces is the Sphere of Magick dealing with energy fields of all types. This meant everything from light and gravity to radiation and even kinetic energy. He taught me to sit and sense everything around me until I could feel the slightest manipulation he made of energy fields that surrounded us. That was how our training sessions went until I could sense each of the 9 Spheres of magic around me. He explained that the limits of my power we’re my own understanding of each sphere hence teaching me to sense all 9, the amount of Magick I could pull through my connection to it at any one time, and as important as the ability to touch Magick, the imagination to shape it. While I am fairly competent in manipulating all the spheres a little, my aptitudes are for Time, Entropy and Forces. Enough of the history lesson for now, I’ll tell you more as the story continues, but you must be getting bored of dry information for the time being.
After sitting there focusing my power through the laptop, I started typing and making a few small investments for my clients and myself. Keeping us all in a comfortable lifestyle, none of us would get rich this way, but this was more a way of showing an income as a competent mage has no need of money if they can manipulate their reality. It was just after noon when I went down to the Valet to get my car and look at a few of the property developments around the area. I wanted to see some of my options before I decide to either buy or build my new home here. I drove through the communities surrounding the hotel and casino I was staying in. I liked the neighborhoods I was seeing as I drove through but the houses were still crowded close, not allowing for the kind of privacy I’d need. I decided to get ahold of the real estate agent I found and arrange to look for properties where I’d be able to build my home; or for a community where the homes had larger plots of land and more space between them. Having made my decision about the property search I headed back to the hotel.
While I was driving back to the casino, my mind kept returning to waking this morning and looking into Sindee’s eyes. I’d never felt a connection to someone like I did with her. I realize only being 21 and having a tragedy dominate my life since I was 16 didn’t allow me to form many connections with others. The major problem with starting a relationship with Sindee, or any sleeper as we call those who haven’t been exposed to the greater truth, is that it would put her into great danger if anyone or anything came after me again. While we Mages are powerful we suffer from what weakness that most of the other monsters out there don’t. We are as mortal as any other human being, we can increase our chances of surviving things that would kill many people but in the end we can be killed. Most Mages don’t die of natural causes or old age. I liked Sindee a lot and knew I could easily fall in love with her if we spent more time together, but was it fair to put her into that kind of danger for my feelings.
These thoughts led me to one of the things Marcus said to me about the nature of having power and the morality of how you use it. Mages are no longer simply human and many gain the power to ignore society and it moral guidelines. This of course brought up the old adage: Just because you have the power or ability to do something, should you do it? The answer is as simple as it is complex; it’s up to the individual who reaches the decision. No person has ever seen themselves as Evil, in their mind and morality what they are doing is the right thing. This applies to mortals, Mages, Vampires and the other beings that exist in the world. This brings me back to the situation concerning Sindee. I could continue the relationship in many ways with her not knowing any more than she does now. Second option is to end it, do my best to break her heart so she never wants anything to do with me again, not an option I like; however, it would protect her from my world. The third option is the most dangerous for both of us; I could work and try to carefully awaken her mind to the greater truth of the world. I mentioned in passing before not all awakened beings become mages. Many mortals have been exposed to portions of the greater reality, survivors or attacks by monsters, witnesses to a piece of Magick work that their minds couldn’t rationalize away. The few real psychics in the world are such awakened beings as well, they were born awakened. The mortals are the most interesting cases because there are a few paths that they choose once they know what’s going on. Most mortals who reach a greater understanding continue with their lives just more wary as they go about their daily lives. Some lose control and wind up in mental hospitals. The last two groups are the most dangerous; the first group tries to work with the monsters to gain power or protection. Those that fail are usually killed, those that succeed become dangerous as most remain mortal and can’t be differentiated from others, acting as spies or errand runners, and others become monsters themselves. The smallest group and perhaps the most dangerous of the awakened mortals are those that become what we call Hunters. The people are usually, but not always, survivors of some kind of attack. These hunters were dangerous because they didn’t accept that these monsters and other beings were just like mortals in which they had their own morality to live with. I have to admit that some Vampires are as helpful to mortals as others are deadly. I speak mostly of Vampires as examples because they are the easiest of the other beings in the world for mortals to accept as a possibility, got to love Hollywood for that.
That explains part of the danger in awakening Sindee or anyone else for that matter. In regard to that possibility my concerns were that she wouldn’t be able to accept the knowledge of the greater world, or that she would reject me just because of what I am. Those concerns aside the second danger in trying to awaken the mind meant that I could suffer a backlash from what I would need to do to open her eyes and mind to this greater reality. This backlash could easily kill me because while the Magick would affect the mind the main Sphere used in this process is what we call Prime. Prime is the Sphere that encompasses the nature of Magick and power itself, suffering a backlash from this Sphere has killed many Mages or done even worse to them. The nature of Magick meant that there were actual worse possibilities than death when one messed up. There was one other possibility that was remote but it was there. As I said before Mages aren’t born with the connection to Magick, when some mortals Awaken they are so ready to accept the greater truth or they have such powerful wills that a connection is made to the Magick itself. I may explain how this connection works down the line but I want to save that until your mind is ready to handle it.
These thoughts filled my head as I drove back to the hotel. I knew I didn’t have to decide now, but the time I would was going to come fast. I know most of you are thinking that I should look to the future and see what happens. Unfortunately it just doesn’t work that way when looking ahead. When looking into the future you see the possible paths that may come about and when using Entropy as I do for investments it lets me see the most like outcome so I can bet in that direction. When trying to awaken a mind however the nature of Magick itself came into play and that is unpredictable. A useful tip about time Magick is that the future is always harder than the past. I dropped the car back at valet and headed into the casino. It was getting to be near time to eat, I called Sindee to see if she would be available for dinner. Unfortunately she started back to work that evening. I had interrupted her “Girls Night Out” the previous evening so she wasn’t able to go out that evening. We made plans to meet up on her next day off as she worked 12 hour rotations as a doctor. I decided to go to the Strip and check out the local nightlife. I guess the best way to put it is that Mages and other Supernatural beings traveled and hid in plain sight. It boils down to the fact that nobody expects their neighbors of being anything else but normal people, while the guy living in the cabin out in the woods id regarded with suspicion. That is how so many of us manage to hide in plain sight and remain unnoticed in the world.
I dressed comfortably for walking up and down the strip and headed that way. Once I got down there I dropped my car off at the valet of the Excalibur so I could just come back and get it later. I started to walk the Strip looking for all intents and purposes like any other tourist. I reach to the portion of Magick always within me and applied this passively to my senses. While this would tire me from the energy it used from my body, I could counteract that by grabbing food and such as I went along. The reason I risked this while it was passive it could warn me of any supernatural threats directed at me. This allowed me to protect myself without announcing to anyone actively searching for magic users of any kind.
I should explain a little more about the difference between Magick and other types of magic. When most people talk of magic they have a couple of ideas of what it is. They think of books like Harry Potter, or Merlin from tales told in family movies and horrors. Those are closer to hedge magic that anyone can learn than to Magick. A Mage’s Magick allows us to alter reality itself and in doing so we change the constant of the world. A powerful enough Mage can change anything limited only by their power, imagination, knowledge both of Magick and what they are trying to alter, and the backlash they are willing to risk for changing it. Other magic is limited in what it can do, for the most part it has a singular area of effect and requires specific knowledge or that you be a specific type of supernatural being. In the end run it is easiest explained as this, anyone can be taught to use magic. All normal mortals can use hedge wizardry, most supernatural beings as well. This is because it only takes knowledge and materials that can be acquired without any advanced knowledge beyond the simple belief that magic is possible. More than anything else all magic requires that the caster believe in what they are doing which is why most other hedge wizardry like voodoo doesn’t work for most people who try to use it. They simply don’t believe.
As I walked down the Strip, I watched the tourists going to and from the different casinos and shops oblivious to the world around them. I could sense several magic users as I walked and there were a couple of buildings that had their own connection to Magick. I didn’t enter any of those; I didn’t know the groups of Mages were or what their views on other Mages were and I wasn’t going to risk getting killed by entering their territory uninvited or announced. Most Mages are like most people, some good others not so much. When I meet another Mage I am willing to be friendly, share information, teach them if they want to learn, learn what they want to teach. There are some Mages out there who have forsaken all of their humanity for the sake of power going to unimaginable lengths to gain more, while dangerous they aren’t the worst and are easier to avoid. The Mages most dangerous are those who the power has driven insane. They have all the powers of other mages but can do anything without suffering a backlash as they exist in their own reality. I have never seen or met one of these Mages and hope to never have the misfortune of doing so.
As I started my way back up the other side of the Strip as night came. I started to watch everything around me as I knew this was the time that vampires would be coming out to hunt and feed. Modern fiction has gotten a few things right and some others wrong. If I had to guess it’s the Vampires themselves writing the books to make their existence more acceptable to humanity as well as make them seem less dangerous. I used my power to protect myself, to try and save others would expose me for what I am and a Vampire would love to get a true Mage under their control. I sensed several vampires in the first 15 minutes after sunset and realized that the strip was not a place for an unprepared Mage after dark. While I’d be able to stop a vampire with Magick, the most effective ways of doing so would create a backlash with this many witnesses around me. I made the decision to get out off of the strip quickly for now so. I wouldn’t normally worry about Vampires but with so many I needed to make sure I was prepared to be in their hunting grounds. I immediately touched the Mind and Prime Spheres and warded myself against mental and emotional powers being used against me. I turned into the driveway at the next casino I came to and walked up to the entrance to grab a cab. As I got into the cab I locked eyes with a woman coming out of the entrance. She was about my height with honey blonde hair and soft brown eyes. She had the trim athletic build of a dancer or model. I felt the push against my mind as she stared at me. I broke eye contact immediately and told the driver to take me to the Excalibur. I got my car and headed back to my hotel quickly. If I was going to live here I needed to find out more about the politics of the city, and I don’t mean mortal Politics. I now knew that there were several Supernatural communities sharing Las Vegas. This meant there was something special about this city beyond money and told me I was guided here for a reason. With the exception of seeing Sindee again, I was no longer thanking whatever brought me here.
Once I got back to my hotel I was able to calm down and relax a little. I decided to grab a late meal and take the time to think things through some more. I had several issues on my mind. First was Sindee, I knew what I wanted to do but wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. I had feeling for her and doing what I wanted to could put her in danger more than just knowing me already has. Second was this city, there was something coming or so many supernatural beings wouldn’t be here. Supernaturals exist everywhere, but in limited numbers. That I saw several Vampires and felt at least one Stronghold for Mages so close together tells me that most likely all Supernatural races were represented in this city. I was going to need to find out who this Cities mages were, there were at least two groups as well as how many other possible individual mages. Third was finding a home and making my preparations to place protective Wards on it. The wards had two purposes, protecting the home and people in it from outside magic and powers, and creating a place where I and other Mages could practice without any possibility of a backlash.
I guess I should explain how I’ve avoided a backlash so far as you’ve seen me use Magick in the open world. First as you may have noticed all of the effects I produced were either passive or could not be seen such as effecting the mind. Not all magic that affects the mind is passive. If I needed or wanted to; I could communicate mentally with anyone. Doing this with a sleeper would cause a backlash as their minds wouldn’t accept it. For me or the mage who did this the backlash would hit them with an effect from the same Spheres of Magick they were manipulating. For the mortal a couple things could happen. In most cases the sleeper would brush it off and their mind would let it go as a noise they heard from someone yelling or a daydream. Some of those with stronger wills would be made curious and try to look into it but not worry. In a very few normal mortals this could trigger the epiphany that awakens them to the larger truth of the world.
After I finished my meal I went back up to my room for the night to get some rest. I texted Sindee telling her to have a good night and that I’d talk to her and see her again soon. I lay down and went asleep quickly as I was tired from the long day. It was still dark a when snapped awake for some reason. I stayed still as my eyes searched the darkness for whatever had caused me to wake. I felt the bed shift to my right side. I rolled out of bed to my left towards the window of the room. I felt something dig into my right ribs and back as I was just coming off the bed. I was hurting, in a lot of pain when I came to my feet in a crouch by the window. I continued to listen for movement when I heard the springs in the mattress creak. I looked in the direction of the sounds and saw a pale red glow in the darkness and knew what I was facing. I grabbed the curtain with my left hand and yanked it down as hard as I could letting the ambient light from the city into the room letting me see better. A few feet away from me on the bed looking like the dangerous predator that she was, the blonde vampire from earlier in the evening was crouched with her fangs distended. I knew this could go either way depending on what other powers she possessed. Once a vampire get this close all the power a mage has still may not be enough to save him. She dove at me from the bed reaching out with her sharp claws trying to get ahold of me. As soon as she moved toward me, I slid to the left as dove along the floor across the room as far as I could. She caught me on the right side again as I went past her, digging a few chunks of flesh from my side. As soon as I stopped sliding I did my best to focus past the pain to cast an effect to save my life. I reached out into the Magick and cast what I’ve come to call Friction Curse. This effect used Forces and caused kinetic energy to be converted into fire, so it was highly effective against Vampires. She charged at me just as I managed to cast the spell at her. One moment she’s charging at me, the next she’s a cloud of ash and gone. Unfortunately for me, the moment between the casting and her destruction was long enough for her to get another piece of me dislocating my shoulder and tearing my right arm up to match the ribs. She also let out a scream of pain so load I knew security would be coming to the room.
I had to act quickly as I was losing blood and getting woozy. I knew I was going to pass out and had to make sure that it looked like an accident and not like someone was attacked or the police would be getting involved. I grabbed onto the curtain I yanked and broke the glass lamp pulling it to the floor under me to make it look like I passed out and landed on the glass explaining my dislocated shoulder and the cuts along my side and arm. I couldn’t risk healing the damage with security coming so I raised my blood sugar to the point where it would explain fainting when I was found. I finished all this just in time as I heard pounding on the door as blood loss and the high blood sugar caused me to pass out. Last thing I heard was someone yelling security.
I woke up a few hours later and was positive I was dreaming or I was dead as there were two people hovering over me who shouldn’t be there. The first was Sindee who I was looking forward to seeing again soon. I the other was a face I hadn’t seen since shortly after my 16th birthday, and didn’t think I’d ever see again; my brother Matt. Sindee spoke as soon as she saw my eyes open, “Andrew are you alright?”
I looked around to get my bearings before I replied, I knew I passed out and saw from the clock that it had been a while. “Where am I and what happened and how are you here Sindee,” I asked.
Matt stood there silently watching while Sindee replied, “You’re in the hospital emergency room. You apparently passed out and fell on a lamp, you have several lacerations on you right side, back and right arm, and your shoulder had been dislocated. When you came in I recognized you and asked one of my colleagues to take care of you. You’re going to be fine,” she pointed towards Matt, “he relocated the shoulder back into the socket and stitched up the lacerations on your arm and the smaller ones on the back. The Lacerations on your ribs were deeper and required staples.” She smiled and continued, “I know you wanted to see me again before my day off but this isn’t the way to go about it.”
I smiled and laughed a little immediately regretting it as the damage to my side pained me a lot more that I thought it would. I groaned in pain briefly then replied, “It worked didn’t it. Don’t make me laugh though it hurts to move my chest right now.” I looked over to Matt, “Thank you for taking care of my Injuries Matt and congratulations on finishing med school, doing your residency here?”
Sindee got a surprised look on her face, “You know each other?”
Matt spoke up for the first time since I woke up, “He’s my brother Dr. Grey, though we haven’t seen each other in a few years.” He turned to look at me and in a stiff tone said, “You’re welcome Andrew. I have to get back to work.” With that he walked out of the room leaving Sindee and I alone.
“That went about as well as I could have expected it,” I stated to the room with a sarcastic tone. I took a deep breath though it hurt some as the lacerations stretched the stiches and staples. I looked back to Sindee who looked a little unsure of what to say, “We haven’t seen or spoken since just after we got home after the accident at the cabin. I had no idea he was even here in town.”
“I had no idea you were related as you were the only member of your family I met. I didn’t even think about the face that you both were named Graves, and there isn’t really a resemblance between the two of you. And….,” She was starting to ramble a bit.
“It’s alright; it’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ve missed him and my father but they both withdrew to themselves after what happened. I think I remind them of my mother and sisters because I look more like them and I’m the only other member of the family to survive that night.” I reached up to cup her face with my left hand as the right side was torn up, “I’m just glad that you’re here now. How long can you stay, and how long do I need to?”
Sindee cupped her hand around mine on her cheek and looked a little calmer, “My shift finished while you were being worked on so I can stay for a while. I can catch a couple hours here in the hospital before I start my next shift tonight. As for you Andrew, you’re injuries weren’t as severe as the amount of blood you lost. You’re staying here for at least tonight while we replace the blood and depending on what the doctor on duty decides; you may be able to leave in the morning.”
Sindee and I sat there talking for a little while, learning a little more about each other. I told her about my childhood before we met, and learned a lot about her. Sindee’s parents were both in Medicine, though they were researchers while she wanted to help people directly so studied emergency medicine. She was an only child and was curious about what it was like growing up in a big family. After about an hour or so I fell asleep from the pain killers, I wasn’t using Magick for a few reasons, most importantly being in the hospital in the first place. Others included not knowing if any of the staff had any special abilities or were supernatural beings themselves. I was going to need to at least start the healing process as slow as any other mortal.
I woke a few hours later when a nurse came into deliver a meal and to place another bag of blood on the IV hook. Sindee was sitting in the bed on my left side sleeping with her head on my shoulder. Looking down, seeing her sleeping there filled me with a sense of peace and contentment. I knew right then that I would do everything in my power to keep her in my life and protect her from harm. In the last two days my life had changed just as much as it had that night 5 years ago. I knew now that breaking her heart was out of the question, it would be like cutting out my own heart. I smiled at the nurse as she changed the IV bag, and waved the tray of food away. I settled back in the bed content with having Sindee with me. Now all I had to do was figure out what to do next and how to protect her from the world I live in…..
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After I woke up the first thing I did was replay the previous night’s events in my head. Needless to say that got me hard pretty quick. I turned over to see that Tiffany was awake and had spent the night.
“Good morning!” she said, “I still can’t believe last night happened.”
“Me either, I think that was the best sex I ever had.” I replied
“ I think we should have a little more fun with her.” Tiffany said.
“Well Tiffany, to be honest, Liz is my slave. We can’t share her.”
“Oh… well I really had fun last night and I would like to do it again.” Tiffany said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” I replied, “I like being in control and while watching you boss her around was fun I think I would like to be in complete control of her.”
“Actually I was thinking about it and I liked when you told her to do stuff to me. I want to have you boss me around.”
“Tiffany, Liz is my complete slave. She has to do whatever I want whenever I want. That is what I get off on. She is doing this as punishment for being a slut when we broke up. Unless you want to completely give yourself to me, I’m not really interested.” I replied.
And then Tiffany gave me the answer that I was looking for.
“Well, I guess what I am saying is that I want to be your slave.” She stated.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Just two days after getting my first slave I had another one practically fall into my lap. But I had to act like I was reluctant to take her on.
“I don’t know Tiffany. I just don’t know if you are up to it. I mean, you would literally belong to me.”
“You don’t understand Mike, that is what I want. You’re so good in bed and I always have orgasms when I’m with you. I want you to use me as your sex toy because I like feeling like I have to serve you.” Tiffany said, getting turned on by her own words.
“If you really feel that way I can draw up a contract and you can sign it by the end of the day.” I replied
“A contract?” she said, looking bewildered.
“Well yeah, just to make sure that you don’t go telling people that I made you do something that you didn’t want to do.” I said.
“Oh well that makes sense,” replied Tiffany, “I am really looking forward to this.”
“Ok, to prove that you are serious lets have a little test right now.” I said, still pretty hard from thinking about last night.
“What do you mean?” She asked, smiling in anticipation.
“First off you must address me as master, understand?” I instructed
“Oh, yes master.” She said in a playful voice.
“Ok, I want you to stand up, strip for me, then get on the edge of the bed and play with yourself until I tell you to stop. You are not allowed to cum without my permission.”
“Yes master.” She replied
With that she got up out of bed, only wearing a thong and bra from the night before and started to dance for me. Her tits were bouncing as she swayed her hips and turned around to show me her ass. Tiffany had started out as someone to have sex with after me and Liz broke up so until now I really hadn’t appreciated her body but it was really something. She had a little bit bigger of a build than Liz but she definitely made up for it with her figure. She had the curves of a goddess. Her boobs were easily double D’s and the biggest that I had ever seen in person and she had a slim waste considering how big her ass was. I always loved girls with big asses because I love grabbing onto something when I’m fucking them from behind.
Because I was spending so much time thinking about how much I loved her body I had stopped paying attention to what Tiffany was doing. She was on the edge of the bed rubbing her clit as hard as she could, moaning and pushing her ring and middle finger deeper and deeper into her soaking wet pussy.
“Please master let me cum,” she begged, “PLEASE!”
“You will never cum before me slave. Now get off the bed and get on your hands and knees.” I ordered and she obeyed. “Good. Now crawl over here and suck my cock.”
She started crawling over to my side of the bed and I realized how much I liked watching a naked girl crawl. Her ass swayed from side to side and her tits did the same. She looked at me the entire way, knowing that she was turning me on. When she got to me she sat up and started to put her hair in a pony tail. As she did I grabbed my belt and whipped it across her tits. The pain brought her back down to her hands and knees.
“Slave! I did not instruct you to put your hair in a pony-tail. I told you to crawl over and suck my cock. When I tell you to do something you follow my instruction to the letter. Do you understand me?” I said in a harsh tone.
“Yes master, I’m sorry.” She replied while looking down, sorry that she had failed me.
“You are no longer allowed to use the word “I”. I is a word for people. You are a slave. From now on you will address yourself as my slave. Understand?” I said, seeing if she would follow this command to humiliate herself further.
“Yes master, your slave understands.” She said, blushing in embarrassment and lowering her head even further.
“Good. Now put your mouth to work with the only thing it is good at doing and suck my cock.” I commanded.
She brought her head up and started to suck my cock. I could tell that she was uncomfortable with her hair being in the way as she started to get precum and spit all over her hair. All the arousal of ordering my slave around had gotten me pretty worked up so it didn’t take long for me to be ready to cum. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and ordered her to close her eyes and stay still. I squeezed my cock and squirted cum all over her face and hair then pushed her over and laughed at my slave as she lay perfectly still on the ground, covered in my jizz.
“Good job slave. Now I want you to get up and kneel in the corner. You do not get to cum this morning and you don’t get to wipe my cum off of your face. Stay in the corner on your knees until I tell you that you are allowed to move. Understand?”
“Yes master, your slave understands.” She said, obviously humiliated by having to keep my cum on her face.
With that, she crawled to the corner, cum dripping onto the floor and starting to dry in her hair, defeated, she had just became my new slave.
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Who for so art thou be you now
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Johnny Fishturd Johnny Fishturd
We know only that which we’ve heard
Johnny Fishturd Johnny Fishturd
But second hand is better than
no hand at all,
Johnny Fishturd Johnny Fishturd
You got a big wang shlong
And you’re never wrong
You got a lesbo sneer
And you sure ain’t queer
You wear a trouser pants
When you’re out to dance
You got a flim flam scheme
And a panty seam
You dig a pink brassiere
And a corn cob ear
You’re a Cleveland steamer
And an anus reamer
Johnny Fishturd Johnny Fishturd
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This is my first story, about a man in his early 30s and a teen.
Note: This story is told from the third person perspective and this chapter doesn’t feature a whole lot of sex(in fact, it doesn’t feature any, but it does have masturbation at the end), this chapter is meant as more of an introduction. Sex will be much more prominent as the series goes on. If you prefer a first person perspective don’t worry, as I plan on writing another story to run parallel to this one. Hope you enjoy and please leave comments below!
Bella Grace was in many ways, your average housewife. She cleaned, cooked and reorganized the house so much that it would appear different nearly every week, much to the chagrin of her husband. “Bell” he would say sternly. “You must stop moving the furniture around. This couch was over on the other end of the living room just last week for crying out loud!”
The man of the house, Tristan, was the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ type. His short coal black hair and brown eyes was in perfect contrast to Bella’s long, waist-length golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. In his younger years, he was quite the stud, working out daily, but now at the age of thirty-four, he has almost given that up entirely. It wasn’t completely his fault, however, as he worked a full time job and went to night classes in an attempt to get a promotion. Bella would often bring up working herself, but as Tristan would constantly repeat “You’ll need to get used to staying home when we have kids”. The idea of getting a nanny was also out of the question. “Can’t afford it” Tristan would remind his wife.
Bella would find herself bored out of her mind quite regularly. The thirty-one year old was used to shopping or hanging out with friends, but since their move, the Graces have made very little friends. Tristan had friends from work and school, of course, but Bella had very little chance to meet new acquaintances. Once she was done with her daily chores, she would often browse the internet or watch TV in order to kill time. Today she decided to use the computer.
After checking the news and tomorrow’s weather, Bella looked up local jobs, just for fun. After a few minutes, an ad caught her eye. “Looking for part-time housekeeper. No kids, just cleaning and cooking. Hours are ten to three. Call if interested”. This was perfect, Bella thought. Her husband worked nine to five, then came home for an hour and went back out to school. She could work without Tristan even knowing! Bella jotted down the number and rushed to the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yes, hello. My name is Bella Grace and I was interested in your online ad”
“Okay, Bella. Do you have any experience?”
“Well, I work on my own house”
“That’s fine. How old are you?”
Thinking this a strange question she responded with a pause “Um…I’m thirty-one”
“Come over anytime you want for an interview”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon”
As she placed the phone on the receiver she wondered why he wanted to know her age. Perhaps he felt older women would be inadequate and take to long to get everything done. Whatever the case, she was certainly interested. For far to long, Bella had been subjected to the worst kind of punishment known to mankind; lack of sex, thanks mostly to Tristan, who was barely home. A part time job would definitely take her mind off things, at least for half the day.
Bella finished her house work and set off for the address given to her by the man on the phone. As it turned out, it wasn’t very far away. Only about a five minute walk from her house. She walked up the steps wearing her finest white blouse and black skirt combo. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened.
Standing in the doorway was a handsome black man, with a shaved head and a six pack. Clearly unlike Tristan, this man worked out.
“Nice to meet you. You must be Bella” he said, with a smile.
“Yes. I didn’t catch your name?” Bella said, meeting his hand with hers.
“That’s because I didn’t throw it. But my name is Jason Brown”.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Brown”
“Please, just Jason”
He showed her inside and she couldn’t help but stare at the muscles on his arms. Compared to the lankiness of Tristan, Jason seemed like an athlete. They sat together on a three piece sofa and Jason asked her a series of questions. About ten minutes later, they were done and Jason stood up and put his hand out.
“Congratulations, Bella. You’ve got the job!”

”Great!” She said, getting up and grabbing his hand. “When can I start?”
“Well not right now, as my work is nearly finished anyway. You see, I work from home and need someone to cook and clean for me” he said.
“Oh? What happened to Mrs. Brown, if you don’t mind answering”
“Haha, not at all. I have never been married” he said. “Can you start monday? I don’t work on the weekend” he continued, trying to change the subject.
“Sure, that sounds great. See you then!” she said as she walked out the door.
Bella arrived back home with only an hour left until Tristan arrived. He would surely want his dinner, so she immediately got to work on it. She prepared dinner, leftover meat, and set it on the table just as Tristan walked through the door.
“Meatloaf again?” he said, taking a seat at the table.
“Sorry, honey, but we can’t afford much else”
“Hopefully we’ll be done eating this crappy food once I get a promotion”
Bella didn’t like her cooking being criticized. Sure, it didn’t take much to prepare meatloaf, but he should be glad he has anyone to cook for him at all. To the outside world, her growing animosity for her husband would appear as though they were an old couple, married for decades. In fact, they have been married for only three years.
“I was hoping that you could take off from school today so we could spend some time…” she started.
“Absolutely not. The big test is today, you remember” he said, cutting her off. “Don’t worry though. We can spend time together on the weekend…” he said, thinking hard “No, wait. That’s right, Saturday’s the big game and on Sunday I’m going fishing with the guys. You understand, I’m sure. We’ll find some time together” he continued.
“Yeah, I understand” she said with snark in her voice.
After dinner, Tristan kept to his usual routine by watching TV for the next half hour before going off to school. When she was finished with the dishes, Bella sat down next to him to enjoy the movie. Almost immediately, Tristan looked at his watch and got up. “Oh crap, I have to go or I’ll be late. See you tomorrow” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. And just like that, he walked out the door, leaving his wife alone and lonely.
The rest of the night was as unsatisfying as could possibly be. She watched TV for a couple of hours and had a late night snack before heading off to bed. The last thought that went through her mind was the loathing she secretly felt for her husband.
The next morning, Bella once again made breakfast for Tristan and once again, he made jokes about it calling it “crappy” and “awful” before he headed off for work. “What a charmer” she thought. “More like an asshole”. She brushed her teeth, took a quick shower and got dressed, wearing the same clothes she wore to the interview yesterday.
She arrived at Jason’s house five minutes to ten.
“I like a woman who’s on time” he said, smiling.
He showed her what to do and where everything was. “You can cook anything you like for lunch, I wouldn’t buy it if I didn’t like it!” he explained to her. As he went to his den to work, she started to clean the house. Vacuuming, dusting, washing last nights dishes and doing the laundry. She was to prepare lunch at around 12:30, which she made sure to do. For lunch she made hamburgers, which were wrapped in tinfoil in Jason’s fridge. She knocked on the door.
“I’ve brought lunch” she said.
“That’s very kind of you, Bella but I don’t like to eat in the den. We can eat together out in the dining room”.
He came out of the den and they sat across from each other in the dining room.
“Mmm…this is delicious, Bella. You really are a great cook”
“Oh it’s nothing. Anybody can make hamburgers”
“Sure, but you must have put something in here to make them taste better” he said as she blushed. Never before has she received praise for much of anything, least of all for her cooking.
“I would love to help you with the dishes, but I really do need to work. It looks like you have the house in order however. So how about you do the dishes and then you can take off early with full pay” he said.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t feel right…” she started.
“Don’t worry about it” he said, cutting her off. “Wouldn’t be much point keeping you around here when you have everything done. I’m sure your own home could use some work” he continued. She blushed again. After the dishes were done, she let Jason know that she was leaving and then walked back to her house.
Upon arrival, she saw a message had been left on her answering machine. It was from Tristan.
“Hello. Honey are you there? Well, I suppose you’re doing some shopping, hopefully for groceries, you don’t need anything frivolous, dear. When you get this message, can you bring my suitcase down to the office? I somehow forgot it. Very important files in there, I’m sure you’ll understand. Besides, what else do you have to do?” this outraged her. It was bad enough that she had to drive all the way to his job, but also the fact that he had the nerve to claim that she had nothing better to do?
Bella grabbed the suitcase that was displayed on the top shelf of there closet and walked out the door, as mad as could be. All she could think of in the drive was how useless Tristan really was. She considered divorce, but realized that she had no where else to go. Once she found a suitable man, then she’d leave him, but until then, she was stuck.
“Thanks babe, you’re a life saver!” he said. “Well, see you later” he continued, closing his door in her face. Did he even know how much of an ass he was being? Certainly no one could unknowingly be this much of an asshole, Bella thought.
She took the forty five minute trip back home in the same beat up car she drove to the office with. Tristan bought himself a fancy $10,000 car, she gets a second hand $1,500 car that barely worked.
That evening at dinner, the couple spoke very little. Occasionally, Tristan would break the ice by saying things such as “wish this food was better” or the very classic “we must be really poor if you’re making crap like this”. And as has become tradition, he sat his ass in front of the TV following dinner to watch the tail end of a movie. As he got up to walk out the door, Bella had become almost happy. She tried to hide the smile that was entering her face as he said goodbye.
Bella decided to give herself a little treat by running a warm, almost jacuzzi-like bath. She poured bubble bath into the tub and took off her clothes. The warm water felt great as it cascaded down her legs. With her eyes closed, she saw her husband, not in an intimate way, as that was a long time ago, but instead, she saw him nitpick her cooking and cleaning. Soon her thoughts went other places and she saw the only other man she had interacted with in the day, Jason. She imagined him placing a kiss on her lips, in a sensual way she had not felt in a while. His arms wrapped around her waist as he continued to passionately kiss her. In her thoughts, she saw his penis, which she imagined was very large. This made her extremely wet. She didn’t care if these thoughts were wrong. If Tristan wasn’t going to pleasure her, then someone had to, even if it was just imaginary.
Bella placed a hand on one of her breasts and twisted the nipple while the other hand made its way to her nether region, which by this point was very moist. She rubbed her clit as the other hand got her tits soapy. She inserted a finger, while picturing Jason standing in front of her, pumping his massive dick into her pussy. Another finger was inserted into her unfulfilled vagina and her nipples, now erect, were also getting plenty of attention. Fake Jason was still plowing her pussy as a third finger entered it. A moan escaped her mouth “Oh, Jason. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
The three fingers were going in and out of her pussy faster with each passing second, and her tits were completely lathered up, with only the red plump nipples showing. Her moans got louder as she finger fucked her hair-covered pussy. Finally, her juices gushed out, mixing with the water and she remained in the bath, eyes still closed, panting from the experience that she had longed for.
It was now very clear to Bella. She had found a suitable man. Now all she needed to do was get him interested in her, if he wasn’t already…To be continued…
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A guy rapes a girl who looks just like his sister.
Wife’s Horny Girlfriend
By Blueheatt
__How do get myself into these things? I ask myself as I smiled contently. I snuggled on the couch and started thinking about what all had happened. My mind drifted back to when Wendy and I first met.
* This wife dreams about what she wanted to happen between her new girlfriend, her and a guy. The new girlfriend was a farm girl, who now lives next door, still with her parents. Very naïve, no experience, home schooled, no contact with guys or girls, she had never seen porn, but after one video Jan showed her, now she wants to try things. Jan had wanted something too, for a very long time……
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Jan…..
Wendy was the daughter of the people who moved in next door. She was very pretty with a hot body. I wished I had looked like that at her age. We became friends instantly. They had all lived on a farm, and Wendy was home schooled. She had no contact with kids her age.
I had one fantasy that kept coming back and never left my mind, wanting it more and more for a long time. Wendy was just right to at least try and get her to help me fulfill my fantasy.
I slowly began manipulating her eagerness to lean about sex to possibly make my fantasy come true. She was so willing to please me as I got real close to her,…… real close.
She came over one day when everyone else was at work. I slowly got her to sit on my bed and we talked about our favorite subject…sex. I eased up and lay on my side and she did to. I got real warm and excited inside as I started.
I explained how girls ’try’ out things on another girl first, before they get with a guy. She got all excited about that and I led her to the next thing. Feeling tits.
I started by feeling my own tits and had her feel hers. Next, feeling each others tits. I put her hand on my tits as I felt hers. Her tits felt so good, I tried to be calm but I was getting really turned on doing this for the first time. I watched her get aroused too. I talked about good feelings in girls pussy and how to get them. I talked about how to kiss a guy so he will like you. I said young girls practice by kissing each others tits, and using their tongue to arouse a guy like it was his mouth. I didn’t have to say anymore and up her shirt came and off her bra came. I joined her ……of course.
I started first by licking her nipples and using my tongue all around her nipples. She started breathing hard and was getting real hot and squirming. She rubbed the outside of her shorts on her pussy. “I got some Jan…she gasp…I feel kinda wet down there. I sneakily said: “Let me feel, Wendy.” …only I went inside her shorts to feel. I massaged her small patch of pubic hair and ran my finger up and down her slit. “Oh yes Jan!….I got big tingles now.” She rolled to me and now she just had to try licking my nipples. (just what I wanted). She went on her own from there. She slipped her hand inside my robe and felt my full pubic hair, all damp. She did with her fingers, what ever I did to her with mine.
I gently massaged her clit and getting it all wet. I eased a finger in her pussy. She did the same to me. I ask her if she had ever had ’finger sex’ before. She said she had played with her pussy a few times, but it was nothing like how I do it. We continued….
I eased in a second finger and started massaging her G spot. She squirmed and moaned as I did it. I guided her fingers in me and showed her how to do the same to me. It continued until I had her shuddering with her first ever orgasm. Now she went fully after my tits, kissing, licking and sucking my nipples. I worked her fingers in me until I felt a huge orgasm starting to peak. It hit me like the earth moved. I moaned long while my body jumped and I had to squirm. All this while I sucked and squeezed her tits. “Oh my god”, was all I could moan out as the longest orgasm I‘d ever had, kept going and going……
Part one of my fantasy was happening.
We lay exhausted and trembling. Our hands glided over our bodies as the feelings took our minds to utopia and stayed there a while….
Two days went by before we had another session. This time she had a sweater on with no bra, and a full skirt with no panties. I had my robe on again, and that’s all. Our lips and fingers wasted no time in getting to the good stuff. I started talking about oral sex, and how ’guys’ like to lick a girl pussy, and how girls like to lick a guys hardon. I explained about what a ’69’ was and how guys and girls like it.
Wendy got this big grin and said: “Let’s do that”. I reached in my headboard and got my pink double penis dildo. She was all curious and felt it all over. I opened my robe up and put one head in my wet pussy, leaving the other head sticking out. She went right for it as I turned around to 69, and I went for her pussy.
This would be my first time to lick a girls pussy. I was so excited my heart was throbbing. I lifted her one leg and got in close. She began to lick the dildo all over and then slowly began to take it in her mouth. I was shaky but now I was going to let my tongue have the pleasure I always wondered about. I slowly licked her slit from top to bottom. The feel of a warm pussy squirming was awesome. I licked her clit slowly and then she twitched and moaned. I slipped two fingers in her wet pussy to hear more moans. She pushed her pussy to me as I stroked inside her warm wet pussy. I reached down and worked the other head of the dildo in and out inside me. She caught on quick and took over doing it. I held her head with that hand and it felt like she had a 6 inch tongue in me. I was in my own heaven. She kept it up as I began to build an orgasm. Now we both moaned and squirmed as I fucked the dildo and sucked her clit. My fingers massaged her G spot firmer and firmer as she started to shake.
The timing was perfect. I began to moan loud as my orgasm was about to peak. Two shaking bodies and two moaning girls and we both bucked at the peak, with hot shaking orgasms. She kept fucking me with the dildo and then began to lick my clit. I jumped, squirmed, and shuddered as a second orgasm hit me. I kept my fingers going on her G spot until she yell something loud, and had another orgasm herself.
I had waited so long for this to ‘maybe’ happen. I knew it would be good, but I never even dreamed my ultimate desire would take me so high. I lay there floating in euphoria as we kept feeling our bodies with our finger tips….
Now things changed between us. We snuck feels any chance we got. At my house with my husband watching TV, or any place we were out of site, our hands went for our tits to feel, and a pussy rub. It was exciting to sneak feels as she and I loved to ease or fingers inside our panties and feel each others damp pussy’s real quick. At her house her older parents were oblivious to our ’trying on clothes’ in her bedroom. I would quick get on my knees, pull her panties down and lick her pussy as she held my head and led me to her clit. She liked to get me from behind and reach inside my panties and feel my pubic hair and quick rub my clit.
Another part of my fantasy was now happening.
To feel another girl and have her feel me. This I never got as a young girl, nor did she. We enjoyed each other and the thrill was sneaky awesome every time we did it. Each time we both got that special tingle in our bodies and it kept us very wet. (we traded and wore each others wet panties and no one ever knew it.)
About more of my fantasy……
When I was young, my older sister thought I was asleep. I slept by myself in the far corner of our big bedroom. I heard noises. My older brother and his girlfriend quietly slipped in the room and got in my sisters big bed. It was a hot night and they all got naked. I didn’t move or make any sounds. I was just coming of age, they call it and my interest in sex was very curious. I carefully peeked at them. My older brother and his girlfriend started in feeling my sister up. He felt her tits and even kissed her a lot. His girlfriend did the same, kissing her all over and feeling her private parts. They all got out of breath and even I did too. I had never seen people do this and it was exciting. The girlfriend moved down and put her face in my sisters private parts. She moved her legs apart and started licking her down there. My brother got on his knees over my sister and was rubbing his hardon on my sisters lips. She licked it and then started sucking the end of it as he put it in and out of her mouth.
This caused exciting feeling for me to watch. I slowly put my finger in my pussy as I watched. I rubbed my favorite spot above my little hole. It made me feel good. The girlfriend turned around and put her pussy up by my sister head too. My sister took turns sucking my brother and licking his girlfriend. I got very warm watching this and I rubbed my favorite spot even more.
Then she turned and the girls took turns sucking on my brother. He then started stroking his hardon steady. I didn’t know what was going on but I saw the girls licking him and holding their mouths open. Soon a stream of white stuff squirted out of my brothers hardon. I heard him groan slightly. The girls both had him squirt the stuff right in their mouths. For some reason I got a sex thrill by watching all this. My finger felt so good rubbing my clit on my pussy. I rubbed it more and more as they licked the white stuff up in their mouths. They kept licking and swallowing until it was all gone.
They all held still for a little while and then my brother moved down and put his hard on in my sisters pussy. I couldn’t see it happening but then his girlfriend got on her knees and put her pussy up to my sisters mouth and started rocking it on her. I could see my brother moving his butt up and down on my sister at the same time. They all tried not to rock the bed, but it rocked some. My sisters legs came up high as the rocked more. I could sure hear three people breathing hard then.
My pussy was feeling so good now I wished I could rock on my finger. I also wished I was my sister and was getting all the sex stuff done to me. I had to rub my pussy harder and faster to get an even better feeling. I had to be quiet as my breathing was panting a little. I heard little groans from them all as they all began to squirm and kiss each other. The girlfriend kissed my sister a long kiss. I had never seen girls do that before. I felt hot in my pussy and something good throbbed in it I had never felt before. It made me take a breath and then feel so good.
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I never forgot that night and wished it would happen again, but it never did. I wanted to do what they did. I made up excuses to sleep in my sisters bed, but she never did want to play sex with me. I tried to find a girlfriend to play sex, but I never did. I tried to get my brother to feel me up, but I was to young, and he never even felt me up. I developed a fantasy of a guy and a girl and we would all have sex together.
Next, I two choices for a guy to join Wendy and I. My husband or my brother. Both excited me just to imagine them joining us in the ultimate three way sex.
I talked to Wendy more and put the idea in her head of having a ’real’ guy for us to play with. She was all for that.
I picked my brother. I had him come over and told him everything that was going on. Now, he had an very high interest in me and wanted to set up a session for us all to have a 3some. I just had to give him a preview and put his hands on my tits. We were standing up as he felt me up and pushed his hardon up against my pussy. I teased it with my pussy and let him feel up my dress, down my panties and finger my pussy. I stopped us and led him to the door. He looked at me so differently now, a sexy smile as I squeezed and felt his hardon.
I had always wanted to do that…..
I told Wendy that I had found a guy for us to play with, my brother. She gulped and took a big breath. “Will he like me?” she asked. I told her he already did. We will wait until my husband goes out of town soon and you can do a sleepover with me. She laid her head on my tits as she felt them and said: “Oh wow, I’m gonna like that.”
Our ’foreplay’ now went sky high. I now had a girl to play sex with. I even licked her to orgasm on the hood of my car in the garage once. She walked in on me in my shower and we went wild feeling and licking our slick bodies in the warm water. She snuck my dildo home and played with it at night, sucking it and putting it in her pussy. I’m sure my husband wondered why I was so extra horny now, but he sure didn’t complain.
I kept him tired with my 69 full cum blow jobs in my mouth. (I thought of my brother as I felt the hot cum fill my mouth.) I felt wonderfully horny all the time now. Wendy and I had some wild afternoons while we waited for my husband to go out of town for 3 days. My brother came over twice just to molest me as we teased each other. One time Wendy was there and I introduced them. In minutes they were doing feel ups on each other. He gave her, her first tongue kiss that almost made her pass out. I enjoyed watching them as it was a preview of what was coming. We did a 3 way feel up before he had to leave, it was awesome…..
The evening came. I watched my husband drive off. Soon here came Wendy with her backpack. She came in and we did our usual feel ups. Her heart, and mine to, were beating with excitement. We went to my bedroom and she put on a very sexy nightgown, with nothing on underneath. I wore my favorite black shear robe which I knew my brother liked. We brushed each others hair and put on lots of smell good, even on our pussy’s and nipples. We waited.
The house was dark and only a little sexy blue light in my bedroom. I heard the front door open. “Honey, are you in bed already?” …it was my brother playing a trick on us pretending to be my husband. I said: “Oh oh! It’s you back….I….I…just went to bed ‘alone’ dear. I hear my brother chuckle. “I got horny for you and had to come back to have some hot sex with you, sweetie pie.” “I’m just not in the mood honey, maybe when you get back.” I said.
There he stood in the doorway….completely naked with a big hardon. Wendy and I giggled as I said: “Oh…ok dear, but make it quick I want to go to sleep.” We all chuckled. Brother got on top of me and pulled Wendy to us. He started kissing Wendy as I felt his hardon firm against my pussy.
Play time was on now.
Wendy and I attack him and both felt his rock hardon. Down we went to start licking it. He pull our clothes off, pulled our pussy’s to him and alternated licking us. Wendy whispered to me: (“…he’s huge! Yummy!”) We moaned as he knew just how to eat a pussy. My mind drifted back to that night I watched him lick my sister and his girlfriend. Now it was my turn and I was in heaven. I had to go first. I turned and got on top of him. I eased his hardon in my awaiting pussy…..ahhhh…finally. Wendy came up for more of his tongue kisses. She felt my tits as I began to rock on my brother. He felt us both and squeezed my butt cheeks. He slid his finger down my butt crack which made me pucker my back hole and moan. He toyed with it and got me all hyper and moaning.
An orgasm came out of no where and jolted me hard. His other hand had fingers in Wendy’s pussy as she moaned in his mouth. Wendy and I kissed his face and rubbed our tits on him. He began to breathe hard and move firm with my rocking on his hardon. He pushed it all the way in me as I trembled and pushed my clit down on him. I felt Wendy’s fingers rubbing my clit now as I fucked deeper on him.
I think he was going to cum now as his little groans increased. Wendy squeezed my tits as he fingered her faster. We were all trying to cum together as the tension was getting to it’s peak. We all started to shake as it took us higher and higher. Wendy let out a squeal as her big orgasm shook thru her body. Wendy and I both tongue kissed my brother as I orgasmed so hard, I saw fireworks in my head. My hips and pussy went on fucking him by themselves as I left this world for a few seconds. My brother strained and I felt a hot load of cum being pumped in me. Wendy was feeling it happen as her hand felt the hot cum come flowing out me.
“….oh my god..” was all we could manage to get out between moans.
This was what I had been missing out on all this time. I finally got to feel my brother all over his body. He was so warm and panting for air. Wendy was trembling with us and feeling us too.
Now comes the strange ‘twilight zone’ part.
I was so content, spent and weak… I think…I was somewhere between passing out and dreaming. The next thing I remember was to try and keep my brother hardon in me as he lifted me off. I sank into the bed. Next, I remember Wendy and him fucking like wild dogs. I managed a smile and went out again. Next, I remember sucking on my brothers hardon and hot cum blasting in my mouth….surely I was in heaven…as I drifted out again….I then remember a finger going in my back hole. I was to weak to even pucker it.
Now it wasn’t a finger but my brothers hardon going in back there. Oh god new feelings as my head was being lifted up and Wendy’s pussy was being placed on my mouth. I licked as best I could for the pure pleasure. I guess it was my brother fingering my pussy as he fucked me hard from behind. Again I felt hot cum being squirted in me…I climaxed and went out again. I next came to with two tongues licking my pussy and four hands feeling my tits….that’s the last thing I remembered for a long time. This all went on for the three days. My mind was a blur of ecstatically good feelings. My brother held me up in the shower and we fucked one last time before he left. I watched him and Wendy fuck as she moaned and then she sucked him until I saw his cum running down the sides of her mouth….
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* Wendy and my brother live together now.
I fantasize about those nights, and just wait for my husbands next trip…out of town.
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It’s been a few years since then and I’ve always wanted to share it to the world.
To all you douchbags out there who tell me to post this in the jokes section…….. Guess what?!!! XNXX has made THIS the jokes section you idiots!!
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The Lusty Adventures of Kayla the sorceress in the land of the Darrakhai
Entry Six: — Laura + me + art modeling ———————
Writing about Laura’s story kept it fresh in my mind. So the next time I saw her I asked about her thoughts on exhibitionism. I assumed that like most sensual women she loved flaunting herself. What I was wondering was if she thought Jon liked giving the strip show to an audience of women the way a woman might in front of a male audience. This led to the usual discussion about bikinis versus nudity. We both admitted that we had experienced the feeling at times of being more naked in a skimpy bathing suit than when actually naked where nudity was expected. In Laura’s case, this mostly meant nudist camps, resorts, and beaches. She went to all of these regularly. I, on the other hand, just meant getting naked with a lover. I was dying to hear some details about her experiences with mixed nudity. For instance, was it true that the men generally didn’t have embarrassing situations? In my experience, when I got alone with a guy, we always had to work around his erection to get his pants off. But I never got to ask much about nudist camps because we got off on another tangent.
My question about a girl putting on a show in front of a male audience prompted Laura to disclose the fact that she occasionally modeled for art classes and art sessions. The difference was that sessions were usually in the evenings and all the students or artists did was draw or paint the model. There was generally no instructor nor any instruction. Laura had started posing in college after herself taking a course in figure drawing where she realized she’d much rather be the girl naked on the stage than one of the students drawing her, especially with more than half the class being males. While still a history student she’d only posed once or twice a semester. The schools always want variety and there were many takers. So a girl was never asked to pose more than twice for the same class. Since college, Laura has generally been on call for three or four classes simultaneously, and gets to flash her ass at a lot of male strangers about once a month. I could go on giving her story second hand, but instead I’ll record here my own experience. It came almost immediately because she offered to let me take her turn that very night.
“Well, the guy who lines up the models is sort of hard up. He doesn’t mind using a model twice per session but likes to space out your turns. When I was getting dressed last week, he promised me he’d call me again in about two months. But last night he called me back. Most of the girls are college age and on vacation this week. When the girl who’d been scheduled called in sick, I was the only model he could find. But he’d much rather not use me two weeks in a row. If you take it tonight I’ll still get another turn later. Besides, he once asked me if I knew any pretty small breasted girls who would be interested. Most of the girls begging to show off their tits are cows like me. Well, are you interested?”
It was one of those situations where I didn’t know if I really wanted to do it, but knew full well that if I didn’t jump at the chance, I’d be forever afterwards kicking myself. Doing it and not enjoying the experience could hardly be as bad as not knowing. Of course I accepted her offer. When I suggested we notify the professor she said first he wasn’t a professor, just an organizer, original a student who stayed in the area after he graduated. And second, he wouldn’t care much as long as someone showed up, preferably female, preferably pretty. But in fact, that was only for the artists’ pleasure. In the actual classes they even paid lip service to wanting variety, not just pretty young girls. In her experience as a student when they sometimes got fat females they still preferred them to guys.
“I think everyone, even the girl artists would prefer painting breasts and pubes to penises. One lady claimed a male chest was too plain to be interesting. We only did one guy, and I guess I didn’t find his limp penis the least bit interesting. Yet every other time, I’d always at least been interested in the girl’s nipples.
Well, as the appointed time was only three hours away, I hardly had any time to even get nervous. Laura gave me some pointers, but absolutely refused to accompany me. At least not as a companion. She would have loved being there as an artist to watch me do my thing. But as she’d been the model just the week before, everyone would recognize her. The reason she wouldn’t accompany me was that the model isn’t supposed to have any reason to be nervous. A chaperone would spoil the atmosphere for everyone, especially the model. After doing it I have to admit that showing up with another girl would have been silly.
One of the things Laura had talked about was getting undressed. Basically, don’t make a big thing about it. Generally she liked to push the limit, undressing next to the stage where everyone could see her if they wanted to watch. But most girls stripped in the corner of the room and just walked up to the stage stark naked. “Clothed in nudity” was an expression Laura used meaning that she was modestly attired the way she was supposed to be. It was all almost too modest which was why she liked giving the guys a semi strip show. For my first experience she recommended I follow the modest example.
“You can get a feel for things as you go along. Like pussy spread. You shouldn’t pose with your legs wide open. But if you sit in a way that feels comfortable, you won’t look like you’re trying to give a show. If you’re too conservative usually one of the women will ask you to be a little more daring. I only saw that happen once when I was a student. The models are there because they like showing off. One time when I was modeling there were only seven artists, all males. All night I kept getting more and more daring until I stopped just short of actually masturbating. The guys loved it. If there had been any women present, however, I’m sure the men would have been too embarrassed to show their pleasure.”
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Perhaps I’ve overstated this mind reading business. For perfect reading I have to be actually making eye contact with the person. I already said I only know what they’re thinking, not what else they know. So, I’m standing half naked in a fancy dress in front of a guy with a big bulge in his trousers. No big deal that I know what he’s thinking. But then I pick up the fact that he’s got to make his conquest quickly because the appointment he can’t break is at ten thirty? He didn’t say that out loud!
Facts about myself are so easy to pick up, I don’t even need eye contact. A time schedule for my seduction is important to my suitor, and I can get that information without looking at him. All it takes is his eyes on me. Of course, if he’s thinking about me he’s probably looking at me anyway. A guy walking behind me watching my fanny wiggle in front of him is ridiculously easy to read, even in detail. But say I’m looking one way, and he’s looking in the other direction at some other female. I can barely read such strong emotions as lust and jealosy. I can tell simple things like whether he thinks he’ll score or isn’t tempted to try. The guy looking at my fanny, however, is telling me exactly how he’s picturing me, usually, of course, naked. But some guys imagine me in a skin tight bathing suit,or a thong. If I’m naked I may be a few feet away, or right in his lap,around his shaft. If the guy’s got a vivid imagination I can see my own seduction in detail in his mind. Sometimes it’s a better fantasy than my own.
Anyway, the session was every bit as much fun as Laura had promised. I walked in the room and stayed pretty much unnoticed. I gathered the people didn’t know each other well, and I was not the only attractive girl there. And the organizer was expecting Laura. I pretty much figured out who he was because he kept nervously looking at the clock. So a few minutes after arriving and a few minutes before the hour I simply walked to one corner of the room and calmly took my clothes off. Harry immediately walked over to me and started talking.
“I was hoping you were the model when I didn’t see you setting up any equipment. What happened to Laura?”
“Oh, nothing. She said you’d rather have another model than use her two weeks in a row. And I could use a few extra bucks. Besides, I like doing it. I guess we all do I suppose? She also said you told her once you wanted a few girls a bit less well built. I hope I’m not too disappointing small. The names Karen by the way.”
“Harry. Karen, anyone as pretty as you doesn’t have to worry about disappointing anyone. But Laura’s right. I think we’ll all love painting someone with such a beautiful, delicate figure. And I think you asked just because you wanted a well deserved compliment. Well, you know the routine. After you finish stretching do a few quick, say five minute poses, then twenty to thirty minutes. We’re paying eleven an hour now. I would suggest two ten minute breaks, but that’s your call. If you get tired and have to break a pose, try to give us a few minute’s warning. And enjoy yourself as much as you like.”
I never figured out what he meant by that last sentence. Did he mean relax or get playful and tease the guys? I doubt he meant much of anything. Sort of like saying “have a nice day”. Well, I had a nice evening. Stretching naked made me realize for the first time how many yoga postures included flaunting your pussy. And your ass hole. Even with tights on it’s pretty significant. But usually I’m either in private or in a room filled mostly with other women doing the same thing. I realized as I was doing it that I was probably competing with a typical naked bar routine on an even basis. But it would have been embarrassing to suddenly stop. As it was, while I seemed to draw the eyes of every male there, I didn’t see any obvious disapproval, even from the women. I guess I wasn’t the first model to be this uninhibited.
I thought it would be fun to do some mind reading with the guys studying my nude body. While posing, I rarely got to make eye contact, but at the beginning of a pose I’d received plenty of erotic images. As far as any of the regular signs of male interest, I was not disappointed in their initial reactions, but a few minutes into each pose, all signs of erections seemed to disappear. The guys obviously liked studying my naked body, but it held their long term interest more as a example of pleasing art than as a sex object. As the sexual interest declined during each pose, the mental images almost faded completely. Effectively, when they were only interested in my body as artwork, they were no longer interested in me at all.
What was fun was talking to people during my break. Laura had told me that many models put a robe on when not posing. She didn’t and I followed her example. Standing naked next to a guy discussing a drawing he’s just done of your body is really sexy. I had no trouble reawakening an interest in any man I talked with. There was plenty of lust to enjoy in their thoughts, and a fair amount of fantasy as well. Some of the older guys were always trying to imagine some way they could end up in bed with me. The younger guys didn’t need to imagine a senerio. All they thought about was what it would actually be like. On a beach we say the guys are always undressing us with their eyes. Well, when standing there naked, my pussy totally exposed, what they were doing was fucking me with their eyes. I was already undressed. The nice thing was I could show off my tits with no fear of having them mishandled, while still enjoying the lustful thoughts they inspired.
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Momentarily, I feel the toe of his Salvatore Farragamo against the back of my head, pushing my cheek to the ground. The shin of his other leg rubbing between my butt cheeks as I raise my hips for him. My soggy cunt at his knee now, and my surprised, lusty face between the sole of his shoe and the carpet. Jesus. I don’t care how cliche this is. Fuck me Matt. Take what you want.
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