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Midnight Visit

Only twenty words were spoken. Twenty words that would change her life forever, and also the way they saw each other. It started off distant and professional, him just taking what he wanted. But it would end so personally that neither of them could expect the consequences, or more so the results, of that night…

‘Caleb and Daniel

Matt has just been left with a strange branch of his family. The only thing that keeps Matt going is his attraction to his cousin

Contractor


CLARENCE teamed up with an heiress named Camille. She was a clever white girl but had difficulty dealing with the assholes of this world. She’d accidently met Clarence in a coffee shop one afternoon in a part of town where she would normally not go.
Clarence sat with her as soon as he noticed her sitting alone. He could see she was out of her element and he, Clarence, had a protective nature to him. Especially when it came to good looking women, not unique but that’s Clarence and he acted.
Clarence and Camille chatted amicably for awhile before they stumble upon a topic which would bring them together. Somehow they stumbled across the topic of construction contracting.
Over a few months they formed an equitable partnership in the construction business. In the two years since they’d combined their talents Clarence had gone from a poor thug to a well off Construction Entrepreneur and foreman. He estimated his net worth to be over $100 grand.
Camille had earned similar dollars but being an heiress the money did not matter to her. It was the company’ success that made a difference to Camille, plus it bore her name.
In those two years they had made a good name for themselves. Their projects were getting bigger, and consequently more complex. They had acquired good staff but ultimately it fell on Clarence’s shoulders to look after costs.
Enter Lara;
…Lara and her husband ran a construction company and like Camille and Clarence they had been successful and were hoping to get into bigger projects. Lara managed the office, her husband managed the sites.
Camille and Clarence’s company; ‘Camille Construction Corp’, had several more projects on the go and the one that Lara and her husband were biding on was the biggest; over one million dollars.
At first Lara’ company; On-Going Const., seemed in over their heads… Clarence had noticed Lara’ ass and told Camille he wanted to keep them in the hunt to see if he could get to her ass. Camille laughed and said;
“Yes.” But keep me posted you’ve captured my curiosity.
Camille was later to ask if Clarence thought she could fuck Lara’ ass with a strap-on… Clarence answered Camille with a promise;
“If I can get her, you will get her.”
The process by which a contract is awarded can be long and arduous…in short a pain in the ass. Several companies started bidding for the Million dollar job but only three remained after four months. On-Going was one of the three despite the fact that their prices were high. Only Clarence and Camille knew this of course.
Whenever Lara came to their head office she was dressed very professionally. When Clarence visited her home, which doubled as On-Going’ office she was dress comfortably. Never slutty…this impressed Clarence…
SHE treated him with respect, like a regular white guy he presumed. Until he had teamed up with Camille Clarence had had little to do with white folk.
He had been surrounded by slutty black or Latino woman most of his life. Lara was a woman with high moral standards he presumed…and that sweetened the pot substantially when it came to Lara.
There was a time when he would have held a knife to her throat; that still appealed to him but he had too much to lose.
Clarence did not care for the chase; nor the hunt…he liked the kill. He’d raped many women in his life and developed a technique which guaranteed him the kind of sex you can’t buy at a ‘Five and dime store’.
In the matter of construction;
The other two bidders had modified their proposals to such an extent that On-Going was in tuff Clarence thought.
Clarence was trying to come up with a scheme that would help Lara’ company stay in the hunt. Even if she gave Clarence her ass he was sure On-Going would be out of the running.
Even a white woman’s ass can’t be worth that much he mused. Although upon reflection he had no experience with white women’s asses so maybe they are worth that much. Clarence chuckled over that thought.
‘Oh the problems of the business world he’d thought’. In his golden days violence worked to solve many differences. Clarence knew he would find a solution to this problem…but what he wondered?
Clarence consulted Camille. She had a suggestion and damn if it did not work.
The Solution;
The gist of it was that Lara would work for ‘Camille Const.’ on a contract basis.
During the interview Camille said, “You are a very talented woman Lara and I want to have talented people around me… well, except for Clarence”… [Both women laughed, Clarence smiled]…
“You’ll take on much of my work load and some of Clarence’s” Camille said. “I’ll offer you a very good package Lara if you accept straight away… We need you know. After a year Clarence and I will look into including you in the partnership…, some-thing like 10%.”
– – – – [Pause]
“If you accept your company ‘On-Going’ will have to drop out of the bidding for the Jamison project”.
“Do you need to consult your husband?” Clarence asked.
“No need,” she said. “He will be thrilled for me… plus…, I call my own shots.”
…”My answer is yes Camille.”
There was some light hearted talk followed the words of business. Lara was to learn that Clarence was in charge of both her and Camille’s personnel security and would be accompanying her to many job sights…
– – – – – – “If he is not with you then one of his ‘MEN IN BLACK’ will be with you at all times. No and-s, or-s, if-s, or but-s…, that rule is written in stone Lara.” Camille said.
Camille smiles; “We will spell butt with two tees in your case Lara.”
Lara laughs:
“This ass has gotten me into some tight squeezes over the years…, MEN”! Lara countered.
[The chicanery continued]
“I will keep my eye on it for ya Lara,” Clarence quips. [Lara and Camille both laugh, as does Clarence]
The evening ends after some celebratory drinks. Camille is driven home by one of the MIB. Clarence sees Lara to her new ride, a limo, top of the line of course; driver and MIB already in place. An extra driver will take her car home for her…
“You never go out alone anymore Lara.” Clarence said to her – ‘in dead Ernest’. [Clarence smiles]
THINGS settled down into a routine for upper management at Camille’s Construction Corp. Many projects on the go, busy, busy, busy…
Lara’ knack with ‘hand held devices’ impressed and held her in good stead with Camille Const and On-Going…, she was as busy lady and thrived on the work load… AS promised after a year SHE was rewarded with 10% of Camille Corp, five each by Clarence and Camille. Lara stood ten feet tall that day, and she is already five foot ten in the flesh. [An imagine which had all too frequently crossed Clarence’s mind]
Lara went home that night with the news to tell hubby. He was ecstatic…they celebrated ending up in bed fucking… Hubby was a tad drunk so all Lara got her pussy filled.
‘Oh well she thought, someday he will last long enough’. LARA had known for some time that their sex life had gone stale.
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LARA’ unsatisfactory sex life had been nudging her in a direction she’d thought she would never go…, cheating. The person she was closest to outside hubby and their friends was Clarence. She knew that he would give her a good fucking. She could tell when they first met that he had a thing for her, especially her ass.
A tall good looking black man with a kindness to him and a serious presence when need be… and maybe rape-y eyes…that both scared and excited her. Lara wondered if rough would do it for her.
Lara, like many teenage girls had ‘given it up’ to avoid the stigma of being known as a virgin. It hurt and she never tried it again until she met her husband. She was eternally grateful she didn’t get pregnant.
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Lara recalled a conversation she had with Camille. She was shocked, surprised and oddly excited as she’d listened.
CAMILLE;
“When we brought you on board Lara, Clarence was very happy. I told him, ‘he owed me’…”
He replied saying;
’ he would see to it that I got a good fucking’.
I thought he was joking but I took him up on, saying;
…’I feel I deserve a good orgasm filled raping for my efforts in hiring Lara’…
“I like I rough Lara”. Camille added… “After some feeling out I gave him the code to my condo and told him I wanted no notice and had only one condition; that he was to be the rapist…and make it good”.
LARA:
– – – – – Recalled laughing nervously before adding to the conversation with Camille;
“I caught Clarence looking at my ass…, AGAIN…Camille. I took a moment before I said to him, ‘that really bothers you doesn’t it Clarence’.”
“Oh yeah”, he’d said…”in my golden years Lara I would have held a knife to your throat, today I hold a knife to my throat.”
“Direct or what I thought. I looked at this man who protects me and I could see he was tormented. AGAIN I thought before I spoke: ‘I will see what I can do about that for you Clarence’. ”
“I’ve never seen such longing in a man Camille… [Pause]… In a couple of weeks Joe is out of town for a week…taking a GUY’s only fishing holiday. I’m considering inviting Clarence over for supper, and taking it from there. I wouldn’t be breaking any company rules would I Camille”?
“I hope you need some time off to heel.” Was Camille’ reply.
Lara recalled the feeling that swept through her as she digested Camille’ answer…
She’d likened it to a woman facing her rapist; on the one hand trembling with fear. On the other hand hoping she has a fantastic orgasm.
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DINNER;
Clarence looked up the sidewalk.
—- He’d given the MIB the night off; arriving early Clarence sat in his car. While waiting for the appropriate time to knock on Lara’ door he recalled another time under similar circumstances.
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Found memories:
—- HE – WALKED right into her home, shutting the door tightly behind him, locking it quietly…she never heard him. Clarence was good at this shit and he knew it…shoes off before he moved thru the house… into the kitchen…dinner cooking.
He heard movement in the bedroom…Pulling the hood down he waited.
She came down the hall and just before entering the kitchen he grabbed her by the throat. He was dressed in a black hood, black pants, black balaclava, and holding a very shinny knife.
He filled her mouth with a clothe gag…she was trying to yell but her voice was heavily muffled by the gag; he held a knife to her face.
She struggled as her hands made an entrance into the fray.
He spun her about pinning her to the wall face first… driving a knee between her thighs, pinning her skirt and consequently her legs to the wall stopping her from turning… grappling with first one arm then the other he over powered her. He twisted her arms slapping cuffs on her. She yelled out in pain; those fuckers hurt he knew from experience.
She yelled into the clothe gag, screaming at him. None of which he understood but still he was glad he had on the balaclava, for he was smiling…she is a fighter.
He moved and she pushed off the wall. He slammed her into the wall causing something to fall to the floor on the opposite side of the wall.
Dumping her on the floor he drove a knee into her back…she groaned in pain. Grabbing her legs he wrapped a light rope around her calves forcing them together.
Kneeling on her as she lay on the kitchen floor he grabbed her skirt by the waist and ripped it open…taking his knife he cut away her skirt and panties exposing that gorgeous ass to his stare…
She was still flopping around fighting to get up so he hit her twice, stunning her. This would hold her for short time.
He stepped into the adjacent room picking-up his kit…returning he cleared the kitchen table by picking up the table cloth by the four corners and unceremoniously dumping the entire shebang into the sink…then turned off the stove…
‘…no sense burning the fucking house down’, he chuckled to himself.
He walked down the hall returning with a handful of towels…pushing the table to the sink and jamming two large bath towels in between the cupboard and the table edge. This would eliminate any noise that will occur by banging her as she’s tied to the table.
He walked about the house shutting it down, closing doors that need to be closed.
Returning to her he picked her up. She was still having some difficulty with her breathing by the time he got back to her. However she was regaining her fight…
Manhandling her onto the table he quickly roped her ankles to the table legs…she’d begun to fight again…grabbing her arms he repeated the process with her wrists.
She struggled for some time before she ran out of energy and realized the hopelessness of her situation.
Clarence used a recorder he gotten from an old friend. Placing THE recording device under the table he then held his knife to her throat, and waited;
“YOU fuckng move bitch and I cut your face up.”
– – – – [She froze]
{He used pre-recorded threats so she wouldn’t recognize his voice. Plus he could never imitate those fucking street niggers.}
He removed the gag and replaced it without even a stir from her. When he pulled the hood over her head she cried out…she was scared and he loved it.
Removing all his clothing he finished trussing her properly and placing his assorted chemicals and mats were needed. Clarence considered himself a professional.
‘Finally’! What allot of work he thought…
He looked at his prey… Her long legs still covered with black hose…her fucking shoes still on after all this…, good fucking shoes he thought.
He looked and saw her top was still covering her back…so the mighty knife swung into action and cut it off her back…leaving it under her tits and stomach providing a membrane between her body and the table. He was here to use her for sex, not damage her body. Perhaps he’d rethink that statement later.
He eyed her for a minute or so;
‘Fuck she is beautiful he thought. Square shoulders tapering to her narrow waist, beautifully contoured shoulder blades…spine….waist…shoulders…hairline…arms…all of her…very, very, nice indeed’.
He looked at those long legs…ideally shaped …nice ankles…strong toned thighs…
Squatting behind her looking at her pussy…nice puffy outer lips…small inner lips…a small recess when her hole was…and a cute little asshole in a small well…and all a lighter shade of brown mixed in with some light purple or mauve…and a few thin lines of dark purple…and this his first Latino woman.
A nice small bush covering her pubic bone with a little between her legs… A few different shades of pink mixed in with her off white skin.
He knelt between her stretched-out legs with his small shield and took the knife…slowly sliding the dull edge along her inner thighs starting from the edge of her stockings and moving up her bare skin too her pussy.
{He’d wedged towels between her and the table to protect her from the table…protecting her from injury. He considered himself a professional}
He took the other knife he carried with him… prodding her pussy working the tip into her vaginal opening.
“Nice cunt bitch.” The recording said…timing was very important to Clarence.
She was terrified now and her bladder let go; right into a cut-down plastic milk container. Experience had taught him many things…and this would guarantee no piss on him and a very tight pussy.
He marveled at her ass, her legs…her torso…shaking with fear. He loved to torment, to frighten them half to death…and then…
Words of hope:
“I could push this knife in BITCH and cut ya. Or…, ya could give me no trouble while I fuck ya…. What’s it gonna be”? [He always said the same thing, or at least the recording did]
– – – He slipped his cock into a tight hole. He laughed quietly to himself as he fucked her. She was happy to be raped, considering the alternative her had presented her.
“Mo’ you-ass BITCH”. [He liked that one so he said it personally…kind of ego tripping he knew]
He watched her move her ass, legs tied and all, but she was given -err. That cute little bum-hole trapped between those cheeks, moving about…her ass cheeks flexing…her pussy getting looser…and the sweat…he loved making them sweat.
Her thighs straining…her breathing getting raspier…her hands grabbing onto the ropes…, using them to help her fuck her rapist. This is where he really enjoyed himself:
“I’m nearly there BITCH, fuck harder”. [In recorded street slang]
She put more effort into fucking him hard that late afternoon than she will ever put into fucking anyone else, and HE’s her rapist… That is why Clarence loved rape.
He’d thought of fucking her up the ass but she had worked so hard to satisfy him he cut her some slack.
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Clarence pushed the buzzer. He waited a minute and pushed it again. Then he saw Lara coming to the door;
“Hello”.
“Hello”, she said, come in…Supper is about ten minutes off.
“Oh good, time for a quickie”. He said.
“For what, a beer or me”?
“I can’t have both”, he replied…tongue in cheek.
Lara laughed…and did not answer.
They started talking shop, what else. Soon they were seated and eating a delicious meal. The topic of the conversation switched to the meal. Lara was one hell of a cook Clarence noted, and told her so.
After their meal they went out onto Lara’ back deck, each with a glass of wine, chatting on many topics. Some of Lara’ neighbors called out over the fence, others came onto the deck and sat with Clarence and Lara.
Clarence had been getting used to white folks over the last few years but rarely had he been involved in conversation on a purely social scale, and never in an upscale neighbourhood like Lara lived it.
Clarence noted that he was treated like anyone else; ‘these people are colorblind he was later to tell Lara’.
– – – – “I know”, she said… “they’ll even tolerate a white bitch like me.”
Clarence looked at Lara; he was certain she was joking but that kind of humor was completely foreign to him. Clarence held off laughing until Lara winked.
It was near 9:30PM before the last of Lara’ neighbours’ left… Lara and Clarence cleaned up and went inside. Clarence had to admit he had a very good time and was preparing to leave when Lara said:
“Come with me, I want to show you something.”
He followed her down the hall. Lara stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning she took hold of Clarence’ hands placing them on her waist. Lara stepped into Clarence and moved her hands to his face. Clarence flinched, pulling back. Lara looked at him;
– – – – “My chief of security is afraid of little old me”.
“No Lara, I’m just out of my element here so I guess I’m being cautious”.
“I want to kiss you”? She said.
Lara’ hands cupped Clarence’ face, she kissed him softly…, holding the kiss for several seconds.
Clarence, no stranger to the kiss of a woman kissed Lara back with passion; the passion of a man who wanted this woman.
“Wow…! That was something… [pause]…we can’t do anything here Clarence”.
“Lara, I’m not the kind that asks”.
Lara looked straight into his eyes;
“Don’t ask”.
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“It smells musty Clarence”.
“It is Lara. Old and seedy would be a compliment to this place”.
“I won’t catch anything will l”?
“No”.
“Can I take the pillow case off my head now”?
“No”.
“What about the cuffs”?
“No”.
“Can I get an answer that involves a word with more than two letters”?
“Yes”.
Lara laughed beneath her hood. Clarence smiled silently.
Clarence took a few steps back and looked at her: “You are fucking beautiful”. An odd thing to say perhaps considering her apparel. A pillowcase over her head, a blue sweat suit which he’d told her change into before they left her home. Not very flattering duds.
Clarence stool looking at her, he intentionally made her wait silently for a few minutes noticing her getting twitchy… Clarence loved his games.
He reached out and touched her tit. She jumped…then laughed at herself for being nervous…Clarence never said a word. Lara stopped laughing.
He walked behind her and pulled on one finger from each hand…not hurting her but showing her she had no control. Lara’ nervousness became a little more apparent. Clarence undid his zipper and touched her fingers lightly with his cock…like an artist painting birds.
Lara moved her fingers trying to touch his cock but he kept moving it, the buggar; so she did the best she could with her bound hands. Lara moaned.
What a nice feel Lara thought. The first cock she’d touched other than her husband’s in many years.
Clarence reached around her and touched her tit. Lara stirred…her breathing was laboured; the hood perhaps, was it making her sweat. Clarence toyed with her hard nipples…he played with the one for awhile…twisting it until he saw her flinch… He released that tit only to twist the nipple on the other one until Lara flinched…
He moved away from her picking up his tie which he’d placed across his suit jacket that he’d left on a chair. Looping the tie about his neck Clarence moved close to Lara placing his hands on her face. Pushing the pillow case back until he could make out her mouth…Clarence kissed Lara’ beautiful mouth thru the pillow case. He worked his lips kissing her nose, chin and mouth with ever increasing passion. Clarence’ hunger grew.
Moving away from her again Clarence placed his hands on her waist and gently pulled her ‘T’ shirt out from her sweat pants. Moving it upward he looked at her ever increasing midriff…
My god she is beautiful he thought…just fuckiing beautiful.
Pushing the ‘T’ shirt up until he could hang the front of it off her bra-covered breasts Clarence went to his knees and kissed Lara’ stomach. He started above one hip-bone and randomly kissed every part of her midriff; not missing any-part of it. [My God he thought…isn’t she something]
When Clarence finished kissing Lara’ stomach he took the cuffs off her. He then led her to the bed sitting her down.
She rubbed her wrists and thanked him for taking the cuffs off.
Clarence laid Lara down on the bed and pulled the pillow case up high enough so as to make her breathing easier. He looked at her and thought; ‘this certainly isn’t how I usually treat a woman’.
He shook his head realizing he was in love with her, his first love in probably two decades, maybe longer.
Clarence loved rape and this was not rape. Next time he thought, next time I will rape her, but tonight I will not… White or not, Lara is the finest woman he’d ever been with.
Lara startled as she felt him press his face into her crotch and smell her. He dug his face into her smelling and growling as he did so…his teeth gnawing at her through her pants. She responded to being used this way, ‘Fuck me Clarence, fuck me’, she thought to herself.
“Ouch…ou…” Lara said biting her lip. Clarence was biting her though her pants…. “Ou”…fuck that hurts she thought.
Clarence heard Lara and softened his bites. He did not want to hurt her. Clarence paused briefly reflecting upon this decision, he was definitely in love with her…otherwise he would not have changed up his biting…
—‘White witch’ he mused, nearly laughing out loud.
He gnawed away at her whilst pushing her thighs farther apart. Lara still flinched some but didn’t yell out. Clarence was satisfied.
Clarence moved her legs together before he slipped his thumbs under the waist band above each hip and two fingers under the waist band below her hip bones. HE pulled at the elastic and slipped the sweats off her body.
When her panty covered crotch came into few Clarence’ eyes never left there…he stared at her while he slipped her sweats off…and stared.
After a few moments Clarence glanced at Lara’ legs then back to her panty covered crotch…then her legs and up to her stomach. He was powerless to stop the crescendo of feelings that swept over him. Wave upon wave of emotion rolled thru Clarence, he had to brace himself for he might fall on her…
– – – ‘My god’, he thought, ‘never in my life’.
Clarence dropped his face onto her crotch and sniffed Lara. Slow deep breathes took her fragrance into his lungs. He held his breath then inhaled again. He did this again and again.
He slipped her panties off her and buried his face in a lovely light brown bush. He was so thankful she didn’t shave. Rubbing his nose in her bush and sniffing at her kept Clarence busy for several minutes.
Clarence licked her. Lara moaned.
Clarence moved away from her and disrobed quickly. Lifting her legs he positioned himself so the tip of his cock was touching her…
He pushed ahead a little and the tip separated her lips. Clarence notice Lara’ arms move above her head in an act of surrender.
She arched some and her head tipped back so her lips and the tip of that sexy straight nose came into view. Her lips moved whispering:
– – – ‘Fuck me, oh please fuck me’.
She spread her legs wide as Clarence pushed deep into her. He listened to the sound of her sighs turn to moans turn to an almost inaudible grown. Lara’ tongue was between her lips.
He slowly fucked this beautiful white woman, gradually increasing the pace of his strokes as she responded…
The pillow case slipped higher exposing her face…so flushed was she…eyes closed…mouth twisted…
Clarence pushed her bra and shirt up over her head onto her arms. Lara moved her arms so the last of her clothing was removed showing off two gorgeous tits with nipples proudly pointing upward.
He was too tall to take those nipples in his mouth and stay inside her at the same time. AND Clarence’s hands were busy holding her hips as he fucked her…so he had no other choice but to look at her tits as they moved to the rhythm of love making.
Clarence looked at her pussy and watched his cock move in and out of her…his eyes moved to her tits…her tummy…her thigh…her mouth…
– – – He gripped her hips harder and ground his cock into her… He loved fucking her. Clarence wanted to give her a tooth chipping orgasm.
Closing is eyes Clarence focused his mind on her warmth…her thighs…her pubic bone pressuring him…the passion in her movement. The…
“Aaah!”- – – “Oh God Oh God Oh God”…
Her legs stiffened, her back arched…
Clarence pinned her hips to the bed with his strength and pressed against her hard; moving only slightly matching her thrusts. He watched her orgasm…
– – – -Clarence smiled as Lara’ initial movements turned into a likeness of a fish out of water as she bounced and flopped about on the bed…
She never uttered a sound after her initial cries. Only the sound of her movement against the bed broke the room’s silence. Then quiet as she slept…
Clarence sat on the bed looking at this sleeping beauty. He’d never seen a woman pass out after sex. He got up and removed the musty aromatic dispenser. She’d be so pissed at him for this bit of trickery.
Lara slept in Clarence’ bed. He pulled the comforter over her.

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My Wife’s Friend-Part 3

My wife’s friend – Part 3
After my encounter with Shannon at her hotel we didn’t see each other for several months. In fact, the next time I saw Shannon or Elisa was at Jessica’s wedding in the fall. It was held at a beautiful resort in the country.
My wife and I arrived early on the Saturday, eager to get away from the children but I was also eager to see Elisa and Shannon. We checked in at the hotel and headed up to our room to relax. Shortly after my wife got a text from her friend Vanessa asking her to come by her room. I didn’t mind being left on my own so I set out to explore the hotel. I was walking past one of the conference rooms when I caught my first glimpse of Elisa. She was sitting her bra and panties getting her make up and hair done. The door was open a crack so I cautiously watched and admired her body.
I was in the zone, in my own little world when I felt a hand slide down the back of my shorts and squeeze my ass cheeks. “Well Hello my tight ass” I froze. Who ever it was proceeded to slide a single finger between my cheeks and press into my anus. “Not going to stop me? Good thing Elisa and I have toys” I instantly relaxed as I turned around to see Shannon standing there. I gave her a big hug. “I’ve missed seeing you” I said. “I’ve missed you too” she replied.
Shannon: “I would invite you to my room for a quicky but I am bunking with Vanessa”
Me: “That’s no problem, Bec and Nessa are in the room right now. Why don’t we quickly go to mine?”
“Why don’t the three of us go to mine?”
We looked to see Elisa poking her head through the Conference Room door. “You aren’t busy I asked?”. “Not right now, I just need to get dressed so lets go quickly!!” She replied.
The three of us headed up the back stairs to the third floor where her room was. It turns out her room was directly about Vanessa and Shannon’s room. No sooner did the door close then both girls were attached to me. Elisa and I began to make out…heavily. Shannon proceeded to re-tell the story of my visit to her hotel. This only made Elisa’s kissing more and more passionate.
We all kissed A LOT. Me kissing Shannon, Shannon kissing Elisa, me kissing Elisa. It was electric…
When we got to the bed Shannon fell on to it. She was wearing a nice Lululemon outfit, zip up jacket and those pants that make every booty like nice a round. But with hers, it just emphasized its size and its shape. Elisa told her to lay on her stomach was the two of us caressed and fondled her big booty. In the heat of the moment I shoved my head in between her cheeks. Trying to get at her booty. Elisa began to slowly peel off Shannon’s pants as I continued to fondle and kiss her booty and thighs. Once her pants were off Elisa spread Shannon’s cheeks as I started licking and probing my tongue onto her anus. Shannon let out a gasp and shoved her ass back into my face. I went to town lick and probing as she shoved her ass into my face and moaned. Eventually Elisa took over and I began to peel off Elisa’s panties and began fingering her unbelievably hairy pussy. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. We all kept going. Another knock “Elisa, its Mom, I need to talk to you quick”
“Oh shit, you guys need to hide” Elisa whispered. Shannon and I hustled to the washroom and jumped in the shower and closed the curtains. We heard Elisa open the door and just waited, naked, in the shower. I looked at Shannon, with her exposed tits just inches from my face. I grabbed her tits and brought her nipples to my mouth, spending time licking and sucking both of her rock hard nipples. Shannon pushed away and dropped to her knees taking my entire rock hard cock into her mouth. I almost died. She sucked me off for a few minutes, spending sometime licking my balls and even the area between my anus and balls… I did everything I could to not cum all over her.
We heard the hotel room door close and Elisa opened the bathroom door. “You guys can come out now”. We slowly immerged from the washroom to see Elisa standing there with an enormous strap on. It had to be at least 9-10inches in length and a few inches in diameter.
“Well hello there” Shannon hollered. Elisa motioned for her to lie on the bed. Elisa then positioned her self in front of Shannon and began to slowly slide the massive fake cock into her pussy. I was stunned. I wasn’t really sure what to do. I climbed over Shannon’s face and dropped my balls/ass onto her worked into a 69 position. I lay on top of Shannon as Elisa fucked her. My face was pressed against Elisa’s stomach. I reached around and held her was as she thrust on Shannon. Suddenly I got smacked in the face with the incredibly wet strap on. Elisa had pulled out and was attempting to put it in my mouth. “Clean Shannon’s juices babe” she instructed.
Once Elisa deemed her rubber cock to be sufficiently clean, she motioned for me to get off the bed. Elisa lay down on the bed and knelt at the end and began to dine on her hairy pussy. I didn’t really pay much attention to what Shannon was doing. For a while I know she was laying on the bed panting, but I eventually lost track of her because I was to busy enjoying Elisa’s puss.
Eventually Elisa started moving higher up the bed. I started to move onto the bed onto all fours in order to maintain my position of licking her juices. Her pussy was so wet, she tasted amazing and was responding to every lick. Suddenly I felt shannon’s hands on my hips. With no warning I felt her trying to shove the strap on into my ass.
“Jesus, what are you trying to do!! Are you trying to tear me a new one” I shouted.
“Sorry babe, I just want to top you. But I don’t have any lube”. Before I could say a word, Elisa had slide up and was licking her hands. She knelt over my ass and spit! Right in to my crack. The two of them kept spitting and slowly pushing the strap on into my ass. After about five minutes Shannon managed to get half of the strap on into my ass. I was in a ton of pain but trying to ignore it. It took every ounce of my strength to not scream as Shannon hammered the last 4-5 inches into my ass. She didn’t even start slow. She immediately started thrusting fast and hard as I slide further and further up the bed until my head was resting against the headboard.
While Shannon was having her way with my ass I could hear her and Elisa kissing, it sounded so hot; both of them were letting out soft moans as there tongues were massaging each other. I am not sure how long Shannon was fucking me for. Once the pain subsided and I began to relax her thrusting felt amazing.
At some point Elisa had begun to get dressed. When she was in her bra and panties she slid under me and began to suck my cock, which belt beyond incredible while getting my ass pounded.
“Elisa, I’m gonna cum” I squeaked out with barely enough notice as I erupted all over her face. I collapsed on top of her chest with Shannon on top of my ass. Shannon and I rolled off and cuddled/kissed. She was a dominant top, but it was definitely one of the best anal experiences of my life!

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Schoolgirl Trix

This is my story that had been published here previously, rereleasing for you to enjoy. Everyone in this story is of age.

A Son’s Vengeance: Ch.3 Taming the Home-wrecker.

I knock on Lucy’s door and say, “It’s me”.
“Come in, it’s open.”
I open the door to find Lucy naked on her bed in a very seductive pose. It’s really quite a sight, believe me. My cock feels like it’s about to burst out of my pants. Except that her head is drooped down. What a downer.
“My, my, someone her looks like she’s ready for some fun.” I try to keep myself composed, but I just want to jump on her and fuck her silly. So I approach and tell her, “Now, now, you should be happy, you’re about to receive my love.”
She picks up her head with a tiny little smile.
“That’s better.” I say as reach my hand down to her pussy and rub it causing her to moan in pleasure. All the while I use my other hand to grope her tits. She’s so wet now, it’s like a waterfall down there. I proceed to get on top of her and thrust my meat stick into her meat hole. She’s so wet it goes in without any friction.
“Lucas, I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch! Never leave me! Just love me! I’ll do what ever you want!” It was something that I found both sexy and a little sad.
“I do love you, so long as you remain my bitch and do what I say.” I increase the power of my thrusts as I say this.
“Yes, Lucas, I belong you and I’ll do whatever you say.” Obviously my words excite her as her pussy tightens and she wraps her legs around me.
As I attack her pussy, I begin to suck on her tits. They’re not as big as her mothers, but there is still plenty to suck on.
Eventually she has an explosive orgasm that is followed by her crying.
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. I think it might be because I…”
“Because you?”
“Because I love you.” Not surprising. I’m very lovable. “You are the first man to truly love me.” Now I wouldn’t say that, but I do genuinely like her. “Your the first man isn’t going to take advantage of me after Mom passes out after drinking or who won’t be stolen by her.” Wait, what!?
“Uhhh, can you repeat that.”
“Sometimes my mom would bring men other after a night of drinking and they’d go into my room after she passed out… and…” Damn, I knew the bitch was a bad mother, but… Damn! “And one time I brought my boyfriend home, he was a few years older than me, and after I came down after freshening up I saw the two of them putting there clothes on in the living room.” Wow, the whore. I knew she was a slut, but an under… age… we’ll I guess I’m underage, too… The whore!
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from men like that and she won’t steal me away from you.”
She starts crying even more tears of happiness. “Thank you, Lucas. I love you. Your bitch loves you.”
So this is how she was so easy to conquer. Her low self-esteem caused by her mother. I do feel a little guilty about using her like this, but I promise myself I’ll make her have a happy life. One way or another.
A little while latter, after she’s done crying. I exit Lucy’s room and head down stairs to the kitchen. Lily just on got home after blowing off some steam shopping. After one look at me, all that steam she just blow off was back and then some. She knew that I just had sex somehow, but I know she doesn’t know it was her daughter.
“So what have you been up to?” She says as she grinds her teeth.
“Sticking my fat cock into a fine young woman.” I can’t help but have a grin on my face after saying that. And by the look in her eyes I can see she can barely keep from jumping over this table and try to straggle me. I love this. “They’re much better than hags like you.”
“What an unfortunate girl.” She’s really good at bottling it up. “I hate it when I have to fake an orgasm. If I don’t… the little boy gets his feelings hurts.”
“And if that boy decides not to fuck your worn out cunt, you get your feeling hurt and act like a passive aggressive bitch to everybody around you.” I calmly say as I pour some orange juice. That woman is about to lose it.
She grabs me by the shirt collar and says, “I’ve conquered men bigger, stronger, and meaner than… Ahh…” Her threats are cut off when I reach my hands down her pants and rub her pussy. I swear, it sounds like she’s already about to cum.
“Your almost at your breaking point, aren’t you?”
She grabs my hand and says like she’s out of breath, “No, I’ll never break. Especially by a punk like you. Mark my word, I’ll make you into my personal little human vibrator.”
“Just like Johnny.”
“No, not like that punk ass bitc…” Before she can finish, her phone rings. Guess who it is. You got it, Johnny.
As she’s busy yelling at him on the phone, I go up stair to my room.
***
As I try to fall asleep that night, I hear loud banging, panting, and moaning coming from the master bed room. But the sounds aren’t of my dad or that bitch, one sounds nostalgic and the sounds unfamiliar. For some reason I feel compelled to see whats going on. I walk into the hallway and look into the room through a crack in the door. The sight shocks me. I can’t believe what I’m seeing, my mom, my real dead mom, getting fucked cowgirl style on her bed by a man I never seen before.
The man is slightly higher than average build with a good tan, amazing chiseled features, like a six pack, and from what I can see, a mighty fine cock. Not that I like looking a dudes cocks, it just caught my eye for a second. It might even be bigger than mine. As my mom is riding him, she enters some kinda orgasmic bliss. There is even drool coming out of her mouth.
She says she’s cumming and collapses onto the floor. It looks like she’s about to pass-out. Her breathe is very hard, but that man gets off of the bed, approaches her and she gets off of the floor to finish the job with her mouth. She goes to town on it, deepthroating it. Quite a sight, you’d think she was the big by how cock hungry she is acting right now. In like 10-15 minutes later he cumming right in her mouth and she wholes all of his cum in one gulp and opens her mouth to show him her empty mouth. She just pats her on her head, gets dressed, walks out the bedroom door past me, and out of my sight.
Mom asks me for my help to get up and I proceed to help her up.
“So what did you think of the show,” she asks me, but I don’t say a word as I pull on her hair to see if it’s not the bitch in a disguise. “Boy, you better late go of my hair before I slap you so hard I make your head do a 180.” Yup, it’s her. I recognize those threats anywhere.
“Sorry, I thought you might be the bitch,” I say apologetically.
“The bitch? Oh, you mean Lily. You know you shouldn’t call her that. She is like your aunt and now she’s your step-mother. Though sooner she’ll be even more.”
“But if she hadn’t sleep with dad you’d still be alive.”
“Hahaha, is that why you hate her. She’s been doing that for years. Sometimes I’d join in.”
“…” I’m just flabbergasted by her words.
“I see you’re speechless. Have you ever thought that the people closest to you aren’t who you thought they were?”
“Uhhh”
“You thought I was a faithful housewife, who married for love, a moral person who always does what’s right, and a good mother who loves her son, right? Well, that last one is true, but the others not so much.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do.” She says as she rubs my dick. “I’m no saint and the reason Lily is my best friend is because we have so much in common. We’re both pan-sexual sluts.”
“…”
“Have you ever thought that the man you called dad all this time wasn’t your real dad?” Her strokes get harder.
“To tell you the truth, I kind of hoped that he wasn’t my father. But this is all a dream, right? I can just wake up or make this dream what ever I want it to be.”
“What would you make it then?” She lifts spreads her legs and guides my hand to your pussy. “You want me, right? Lily is right. You really are a momma’s boy. You want me, but there is a fine fuckable cunt in the next room.”
“But I already have a plan to get her. She’s almost ready. Plus I have her daughter until she cracks.” She get on my lap and and take my cock into her pussy.
“Her daughter is nothing compared to her. And if you can get Lily, then get her. Get her now. She’s all alone and desperately horny. Just put on the pressure and she’ll crack. Then make her yours. Don’t wait and by assertive and go on the offensive. And a few slap won’t hurt.”
***
I wake up with a painful erection and a feeling of shame. I just had a sex dream about my mother. I really am a momma’s boy. Oh well, now about my erection. My mom’s words about Lily ring in my head. I’m going to get her right now. I’m going to that room, Make her my bitch, and give her my gift.
I get out of my room, butt naked with a raging cock, with my gift for her in my hand, walk into the Lily’s room and lock the door. I take off the sheets so I see you naked body. She sleeps in the nude, go figure. Then I tell her to “Wake up, you dumb bitch.”
“Hmm, what, Lucas? What do you want?” She says is a daze as she stares at my cock. “Do you final give up and want me to fuck you?”
After she utters those words, I slap her across her face. She’s now fully awake and pissed.
“What the hell is your problem?” She says as she rubs her cheek.
“You’re my fucking problem.” I answer her with piercing eyes. “You fucking slut.”
“Why am I a slut? Do by slut you mean a woman of pleasure?” She smile with her reply. “Then yes, I an a slut.”
“You’re a filthy slut that doesn’t care who you hurt, just as long as you get you dirty cunt of yours stuffed with cocks and cum. It could be the husband of a woman you are friends with or the boyfriend of your daughter.”
“Hey, they can on to me. Blame the men for being unfaithful and the women for not satisfying.”
I slap her again and she begins to cry.
“Stop that!” She says with tears in her eyes.
“It does takes 2 to tango, but are you saying your daughter can’t satisfy her boyfriends? You treat her boyfriends better than her. She’s only a teenager. You get involved with men the rape and molest her and steal the under-aged teenage boys she’s going out with. She’s told me all this. Not to mention you slept with my father when he was still married to my mother, your best friend, causing her depression that contributed to her accidental death”
She begins to cry. “You don’t understand, especially that last one.”
“I don’t want to understand your twisted logic. But don’t worry. I’ll make it so you won’t have to ruin families. I’m the only man that you can fuck unless I say otherwise!”
“Wh-What do you mean?”
“You’re my bitch from now on.”
“I’m nobody’s bitch.”
“You say that, but your pussy is so wet and you’ve been eying my cock this whole time.”
Her face blushes and she covers herself with the sheets.
I pull the sheets away and tell her to “spread your legs, bitch.”
“Fuck you!”
“This is what you wanted, right. A nice fat cock.” She licks her lips and opens her legs slightly. She wants it so bad, but she is forcing her self not to. What can’t she have this attitude with married men? “Cocks have always been your master, haven’t they? You make your entire existence around pleasuring them. Now is no exception. Open them.”
She gives into my temptation and opens her legs fully. I pull then to the side of the bed and position my body over hers
“Good bitch. Now, beg for it.”
“N-No!” she may say that, but her pupils are dilated. Now for those that don’t know, when women are horny, they they lick their lips and dilate their pupils instinctively. Most women don’t know they’re doing those things, especially the latter one.
“You sure?” I begin to tease the entrance of her pussy with the tip of my cock.
“P-Pl… Yes, I’m sure.” She’s about to snap. Her face is all red with tears going down it and it looks like she’s trying to suppress her voice. Just a little bit more. So I raise my cock up a tad to rub it against her clitoris and she breaks. “Please, fuck me. Please ram it in.”
“Now if you want me to ram it in, you must call me ‘Master’.”
“No!” She still has some fight left in her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master.” She’s so cute when she’s confused. “I mean momma’s boy.”
I smack her a third time. The moment I smack her though, her pussy wettens even more. “Don’t refer to you Master as that.”
“Yes, Master.” Now we’re getting somewhere. “Please fuck my dirty pussy with your cock.”
“That’s better.” I jam my fat member into her wet pussy. She let’s out a load moan when I do. “Who’s bitch are you.”
“I’m yours, Master.”
“Your my what?” As if I don’t know.
“I’m your bitch!” I certainly hope this doesn’t wake up Lily. She must be used to it by now. Her mother moaning in the middle of the night is nothing new to her and she probable fell asleep to it as a child.
I continue to mercilessly attack her defenseless cunt until she cums. Which isn’t very long. All of her sexual frustration must have severely reduced her orgasm time. I’ve only been fucking her for about five minutes. No bother though. Her orgasms aren’t what I’m after.
“That was sooo good.” She says with a big smile on her face.
“We’re not done yet.” I still continue to attack her wet cunt. I wrap my hands around her neck and lightly squeeze as she wrap her legs around my waist. “We’re just getting started.”
We continue like this for about twenty more minutes. After which, she’s orgasmed two more times. Meaning in twenty-five minutes, I’ve made her orgasm five times. Not bad, right?
Her face is filled with ecstasy and she cuddles up to me, but I tell her I have a gift for her. So I grab my gift, the remote control vibrator chastity belt and strap it on her.
“This is to make sure you don’t fuck anybody without my consent.”
“Yes, Master. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” She says as she puts her hand on her new gift.
I get back into bed and she cuddles up to me again.
***
The next morning I wake up early with my bitch right beside me.
“Wake up, whore.”
“Hmm, yes, what is it.” She says half awake.
“Fetch me some breakfast.”
“Sure thing, Master.”
I watch her as she wobbles out the door wearing only the gift I gave her. I’m almost done conquering her Mom. By the end of the day she’ll be mine and her daughter will be mine.

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Do I have to? Or do I want to?

I have always been curious about other men’s penises. Not just any; large penises. Could never bring myself to do anything about it though. For one thing I
love pussy, and women for that matter. For another I was a typical straight male. Made fun of gays in front of my friends. We all did I guess. I know, not
very mature. “Faggot” was one of my put-down words to call my friends when I was implying he was weak or unmanly. These first 27 years of my life were lived
as a dominantly heterosexual male. But still, when I was alone, I thought a little too often about what it must be like to touch another man’s long, thick
cock. Maybe put one in my mouth and see what that was about. I shrugged it off as normal curiosity but would never act on it or put myself in a position to
act on it. Hmmmmmmm, maybe, if I HAD to blow another guy….not a realistic situation. Forget it, it’ll never happen.
I got into a huge fight with my girlfriend. She hid my keys on me but I left anyway. I walked about 3 quarters of a mile away and found myself at a titty
bar. I was there for a while until this trucker came in, sat next to me, and we talked for hours, drank, and both spent a lot of money. The conversation of
penis size came up. I was very honest. “6 and half. Decently thick”. He told me something I didn’t believe. “I’m 8.75 inches and about 5.5″ around. I can’t
get my fingers around it. Like a damn baseball bat”. That led to this exchange:
“Yeah, right” I said. “Every guy I know SAYS they’re 8 inches. Your probably close to my size.” He was 6’4″ tall and about 265lbs of muscle. So I guess it
was probably true.
Then I looked at his bulge. There was a Large lump there but you can’t always tell but I could swear I made out the shape of a huge helmet.
“You wanna bet?” He laughed.
I laughed back “What are you going to pull it out right here?”
“No.” He said quickly. “I can give you a ride home since you walked here and I’ll show you in the cab of my truck”
“OK” I laughed again. “What will you bet?”
He pulled out $230. “What do you have?”
My mind quickly snapped into focus. Maybe this was my chance to see or touch a big one. I pulled out $13 even though I had more. “I guess this isn’t going to
do it. What will you take in trade?” I said hopingly.
“How about a hand job” He smiled. “I’m pretty horny”.
There it is. My big chance. To touch one and maybe more even though I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. I quickly answered “Why stop there. How about a
blow job?” With a perfectly straight face.
“Sure” he said but made eye contact with me that was pretty awkward. He seemed to look at me pretty intently for a moment like he was either trying to figure
me out or already had.
Couldn’t let him know I wanted to. Not sure I could live with the fact that I offered to. Maybe, like I said before, if I HAD to. But not like this. Damnit!
I punked out completely “Guess we’ll never know then. There’s no way I’m doing THAT!” Followed with a nervous laugh.
Made eye contact again and he seemed to stare right through me, but the moment passed and the subject was changed.
About 10 minutes later we walked out and got in his 18 wheeler. He asked me if I had ever seen the inside of a cab and insisted on showing me where he
sleeps. There was a small little bed for one the he sat on and leaned up against the wall and turned the interior light on. “What about our bet?” He said and
reached through his fly and pulled out what seemed to be a monster! My mouth gaped open for a minute as it really long. And he was right. Thick, wasn’t the
word. For some reason the meaning of the word Girth popped in my head:
THe measurement around something; bulky.
It was half erect, leaning towards one side. It was still bigger than mine is hard. It had a large green vein that started at the base from behind some dense
pubic hair and split into two smaller veins that ran next to each other until they disappeared abouth 2″ before the tip. The huge mushroom shaped helmet was
about the size of a child’s fist. His big cock had an olive tone complexion that ended near the circumcision line and the rest, including the tip, was a
peach color.
“I know you want my big dick. I’ll let you suck it, and eat my cum if you admit it”. He said as a-matter-of-factly. Always thought about giving a blowjob but
never swallowing. In fact it kind of sickened me to think aboutit.
I didn’t say anything thing. Couldn’t bring myself say no or yes. I just shook my head “no” still staring at it in admiration.
“So, you want me to enforce my bet? Make you suck my dick?”
Still said nothing. But I answered him by shrugging my shoulders as if to say “I don’t know”.
“I’ll tell you what. If you don’t Ask me permission to suck my cock. I’m putting it away.” He said.
My pride wouldn’t allow me to do it. I quietly said “No. I don’t want to” and turned away.
“Ok” he said and stuffed himself back in his pants and zipped himself back up. “I’ll drive you home now.”
Damnit! This was my big chance and I was ruining it!
“W-wait.” I stuttered. “Can I see it again?”
“No.” He said as if he were annoyed. “The conditions are you ask me, nicely, in fact call me Sir IF you may suck my big dick and eat my cum”
I hesitated. I wrestled hard with my pride but finally gave in when he seemed to make a motion to go toward the driver’s seat.
“Sir, may I-I-I” I stuttered.
He interuppted me to tell me to get down on my knees, look in his eyes, and ask him like I know I want it.
I got down on my knees between his legs looked him dead in the eyes. This was painful and a huge blow to my ego. “Um, Sir may I please suck your big dick and
eat your cum?” It was surreal. I couldn’t believe I just said that! I really wanted to feel his meat in my hands and between my lips. Couldn’t fight the urge
no longer. I thought for a minute I could still get out of this and just leave the truck and walk home with a little dignity, but why? When I have such a
beautiful specimen just inches away!
“Well, don’t look at me. You want it sooo bad. Unbuckle, unzip, and pull out my cock and balls. Do it slowly I want to enjoy watching you do this!” As he
folded his arms behind his head, and sank down a little farther in his seat.
I undid his belt, his button and his zipper. I did it slowly and kept glancing up at him for his approval. He seemed to have some sort of authority over me.
He was a true alpha male and deserved my respect and obedience I felt. I grabbed his pants and underwear in the same handfulls and yanked down. He lifted up
his hips to aid me a little. Slowly dark curly pubic hair, a thick base, the long shaft, then finally the head sort of flopped out in front of me.
I pause staring at it for a minute. “Well go ahead, it’s not gonna suck itself.” I went to reach for it with my hand but he said “No! No hands! Put them
behind your back.” I did what he said. This moment was exruciating. It was becoming more and more humiliating for me.
It was sort of hanging between his legs almost pointing down spilling over his balls while he was slumped back.
“Wait. You’ve never sucked cock before? Right?” He asked. I returned quickly, and proudly “No. Never.”
“Im going to love this he said. Take me in your mouth nice and slow” he said. “Go ahead. Open those pretty little red lips of your wide for Daddy”. He said
mockingly.
I wish he would have just grabbed the back of my head and made me, but no he was going to make me degrade myself. Absolute torture. I licked, then opened my
mouth wide to fit in that massive head and leaned forward slowly looking at him. My outstretched lips were a half an inch away from his cockhead. Slowly I
felt the glans gently press against my wet open mouth. Then I felt the flanges part my lips as they passed the entire head.That was it.I had a giant tip in
my mouth and my moist lips were firmly wrapped around his shaft. I slid down taking more of him in my mouth. I felt his meat slide against my tongue being
careful not to use my teeth.
He tasted a little sweaty, but also…fleshy. The only word I could use to describe it. The shaft was semi-erect and the skin felt funny moving a little
seperately from it. I stopped when the head was at the back of my throat. I would say I had about 5″ comfotably in my mouth. Then I slowly dragged him out
past my lips until I felt the helmet on my lips again, then back in, slowly. He was watching me every step of the way. I felt my face get hot from
embarassement. I must have been beet-red! I bobbed slowly back and forth and told myself that I wanted this, so enjoy it. I felt him get hard in my mouth. It
was a very erotic sensation. He looked like he was about 10″ never mind 8.75″! It was a little more difficult to take him in and out of my mouth but sort of
worth the effort. Not only was sucking not bad,I definitely did like it. There was something hot about being on my knees servicing a guy and feeling his
salivia slick pole in my mouth. I wanted more. I tried to deep throat him but he was too big. I tried to swallow the head when I forced him in a little
deeper but it was no use. He liked it when I gagged. He moaned and said, “oh yeah, take that cock, faggot!” Faggot!? I guess I was now…
He told me to take him out of my mouth. I disappointingly obeyed. I stared at his big cock for a moment and was easily able to see how far I was able to take
him down my throat. About 7″ of his cock was covered in saliva and about 2″ of the base was dry. I was impressed with myself.
“Grab my dick and slowly jerk it while licking my balls, cocksucker.” He ordered. I took him in my right hand and I couldn’t believe how thick it was. He was
right I could barely fit fingers around. I didn’t really care for licking balls at first until I felt the shape and size of one of his nuts. His sac was
leathery and hairy but I didn’t care. I gently stroked him at the same time. I felt myself get rock hard whilee pleasing this man. I also felt wet in my
underwear which means I had been leaking a good amount of pre-cum.
“Alright, stop that”. He commanded. “I want you to smack yourself in the face with it. Do it now!”
It was soo heavy as I began to beat myself up with it. I was degrading myself and I liked it. Slap, slap, slap on both cheeks, forehead, chin, just
everywhere. “You like that big cock don’t you” He asked. “Yes Sir”. I answered quickly.
“No. I want to hear you say it, and call me Daddy this time.”
“I like your big cock, Daddy” I answered obediently. He then want to know what I wanted to do with it. “I want to suck it some more, Daddy”. I told him.
“BEG!” He said. No problem I thought to myself.
“Daddy, ummm Sir, may I-I please suck your big dick some more, please, Daddy, Please!?” He said ok but first he wanted to see it laying on my face. I
crouched down and let it rest length wise across my face and looked up at him. He laughed “You look like a ridiculous cock whore with my dick on your face.”
He told me to put my hands behind my back and I quickly listened. He then told me to open my mouth and drool over his meat which I had already been doing.
Then he told me to put it in my mouth like I know I wanted it so I leaned forward but he quickly pulled it away. “Follow it with you mouth, fishy” he said.
He kept moving it from side to side and I followed him with my open mouth. Finally he laughed and grabbed the back of my head in shoveed it in my mouth.
“Suck it bitch, suck it good.” He ordered me and went back to keeping his hands behind his head. I went back to sliding my lips up and down over his fat meat
and I loved every second of it. The little teasing game he just played with me worked. It got me hot by degrading me and feeling his big mushroom head on my
tongue and drooling over his shaft reminded me of something. How I felt about tits, ass, pussy and other female body parts. How I love to suck, bite, squeeze
, maul and rub all of those. Except being subservient, and doing something that I considered bad or taboo made it hotter for me. I soo wanted to reach down
jerk myself off but I had a job to do.
I felt his big paw again on the back of my head. He made me go a little faster, and take him a little deeper. This is the first time I felt a man touch me in
an aggresive sexual manner and it was such a turn on. He owned my head, and made me please him with my mouth.
“Yeah, I’m gonna cum in your mouth soon” He said. I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. The kind of nervous excitement you get on a rollar caster
as a kid. I wanted something to happen but I thought cum was gross. There was nothing I could do about it. He was getting ready to shoot in my mouth.
Then the longer, more rapid strokes had become shallow. I felt his hand tightent on the back of my head. His fingers were really dug in.He was pushing my
head maybe 2″ down now, and he was thrusting his hips upwards about 2 – 3″ to meet the controlling movements of my head. Basically my lips would touch the
the head of his cock then I would have a about 4 or 5″ of hot dick in my mouth, then back out again. I felt the muscles in his legs flex, followed by
erratic, heavy breathing. I knew was going to happen next.
“Oh yeah, here I cum!” He groaned. Then I felt his dick twitch between my lip followed by a squirt in my mouth. Then another squirt, followed by another each
time met with a strong pulse of his cock kinda like a heartbeat between my lips. It was sooo hot I could have came right there myself. I wanted more cum, and
I got it. All told, I felt about 7 BIG cumshots in my mouth. He was a heavy cummer like that porno dude Peter North. Then he slowly relenquished my head
breathed heavy, and kept saying “Oh yeah, take my cum. Take it. Take it all!”
He let go, and with my lips still wrapped around his meat I bobbed slowly and sucked gently. I then pulled my mouth off him. “Show it to me. Open your mouth
and show me my load!” He commanded. I opened my mouth and showed him the juices of his nuts pooled inside.
I then started to notice the taste. A little salty, a little bitter and a strange aroma I’ve never encountered before. All in all, it was mildly unpleasant
but very tolerable. But it was what it was that made it so delicious to me. Another man’s hot load.
“Swallow it!”. He ordered.
When I gulped it dow, I sort of got a better taste of it using my whole mouth and it was a little stronger than I thought. I loved it. I took my medicine!
Also It was a pretty load. I read somewhere that the average load is the size of a table spoon. This felt more like a 1/3 of a cup of creamy warm liquid. I
enjoyed the aftertaste, and spent the next few momonts milking all the remaing ooze from his big juicy cock. Licked it, nuzzled it, slapped myself with it
gently and he didn’t have to ask!

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Boo 1

As I concentrated hard on the road before me my mind was buzzing! Although I had never owned one, I was overly excited about getting my first Mito! Yes, a Mito. Professionally trained sex slaves with different personalities.They were LIKE sex slaves, but a bit different. They were captured, against their will, and thrown into a quite harsh training class where they are pushed to their sexual limits each day. As this process continued for about a year, their personalities developed and as soon as they had a defined catagorey to be placed in, they were dressed up, shipped off to clubs, and sold. My friend Alex was eager to buy one and had wasted his money on a Mito that he actually didn’t want. Alex wanted the tall, slender, beautiful type. The one he bought, well, he wasn’t sure what her type was. He described her as cute, sweet, sensative, short, a tad bit of leftover baby fat, big hzel eyes, and very wavy hair that she perferred to keep wavy. As I turned into Alex’s neighborhood, I pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder. I was excited, very excited, and I wasn’t about to turn around. You see, Mitos cost up to thousands of dollars, so the price Alex was offering her for was great! Only 150 bucks! I know right, but I wasn’t going to say how crazy a deal that was! I only had 160$ on me, and couldn’t afford a higher price. Besides, I still have to wash, feed, groom, and take care of her, right? Oh, and by the way her, my Mito’s name, is Boo! As I pulled into Alex’ driveway I stumbled out of the car and raced to his door way. Excited, I rang the doorbell several times and waited, impatiently, for Alex to come. Afew seconds later the door swung open and he greeted me with a grin and urged me to come in. I slipped inside and kicked my shoes off on the mat just inside the doorway as Alex stepped inside as well. He pushed past me, and led me into the next room immediately getting onto the topic of Boo. “She’s been feeling kind of down today, probably because she knows she’s leaving, but I’m sure she’ll cheer up once she sees you! She’s gets attached very easily, but I’m not sure how long it will take her to grow unattached.” He said, finally leading me into the living room where Boo rested comfortably under a blanket on a couch, with a pillow proping up her head. “Boo,” Alex started, with a warning in his voice, “This is Josh, the boy I was telling you about. He’s here to take you to your new home!” We waited quietly for a few seconds, but she didn’t respond. Disregarding her, Alex turned to me and quietly inquired, “You got the money?” I was in a daze for a moment that this was actually happening, but quickly got out the money and handed him the stash. As he counted it I walked over to the side of the couch and peered down at Boo. Maybe Alex didn’t think so, but she was ADORABLE. Being as sappy as I am, I would probably think so of anything. “Hey,” I whispered in a hushed tone. Softly, I reached my hand down and stroked her wavy hair, twirling it in my fingers. I crouched down after afew minutes and gazed into her soft eyes. “I’m Josh,” I offered again, this time she turned to me, and glared at me for several seconds before flipping over and turning her back towards me. Alex saw it all and excused himself as he moved infront of me, and mumbled something into Boo’s ear. Then, he watched, annoyed and angry, as she shoved her head into the couch cushions, flicking him in the face with her hair. Alex loudly breathed out his nose and turned to me, “Could you excuse us for one moment?” Unsure of what was to come next, I turned and walked out of the room, but, still curious, I poked my head around the corner wall and watched, surprised and sympathizing, as Alex mumbled afew more words to her and was, again, rejected. So, he harshly jerked her off the couch by one arms, and held her up in the air so that she was balancing on her tippy-toes, then, he gave her five hard slaps on the backside leaving squeeling and whimpering with tears streaming down her face, unendingly. Alex stuck his finger in her face and said afew more silent words before looking back up and gesturing me in. Sighing, Alex glared down at Boo and said, threateningly, “So, Boo, do you have anything to say?” Still sniffling and hiccuping, Boo forced out a quiet, “Hello M-Mr. Jo-osh…” Smiling, I softly placed a hand on her head and tilted her face towards me. She had her hands up in loose fists, covering her mouth and chin in fear, habit, and what not. “Hello, beautiful,” I replied, and that was the beggining of our story.
This is only the first part of probably a long series, but I hope you enjoyed!! Comments are appreciated and votes, good or bad, will not be held against you. This story does not YET have porn in it, but soon will contain hopefully graphic scenes. When the stories are updated or a new chapter is posted will not be on a basis, but will be unevenly spread appart. If you are a very impatient person, I recommend you check in on the story’s progress every month or so. If not, I discourage you to read this series. If you ARE, infact, patient I appreciate that and hope that you come to find the story as interesting and definitely entertaining!!! Please comment and vote, and I’ll post ‘Boo 2’ as soon as possible!!! Thank You!!! Sincerely, TouchMe305!!!

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Fortunate Man

A new family moves in next door. They encounter financial problems and I jump in to help them out – for a price.