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“Hey.”
Phoebe opened her eyes and, laying her hand against her forehead to shade them from the glare of the sun, looked up at her sister. Sandra dropped into the the lounge chair next to her. She picked up the bottle of sun block between the two chairs and started to smear the white lotion on her arms. Phoebe relaxed back onto her chair and stretched languidly, enjoying the heat of the sun baking her skin to a golden tan.
“So,” Sandra said trying to sound casual as she leaned back in her chair, “how has Dad not killed you?”
Phoebe didn’t pretend not to know what her older sister was talking about. Even if their father hadn’t announced at the beginning of this family vacation that his youngest daughter was expecting, the gentle swell of her belly would have given her away. Her hand lightly caressed the round bump that her pink bikini did nothing to hide. She smiled a little Mona Lisa smile and wondered what her sister would say if she told her the truth. The truth being that her father wasn’t angry because he had assumed the baby was his. Instead she just shrugged.
Sandra lifted her sunglasses and looked over at her younger sister. “Who’s the father?” she asked. “Some little pencil dick from school?”
Phoebe laughed nervously. “No.”
Sandra gave her a slightly concerned look. “Not some enlisted guy from the base,” she said. “Do you know what Dad will do to him?”
“It’s not an enlisted guy,” Phoebe said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the chair to face her sister.
Sandra pushed her dark glasses back onto her nose. “Who is it then?”
“You can’t tell Daddy,” Phoebe said quietly, her eyes lowered.
Sandra turned her head toward her sister. Phoebe looked up waiting for her sister’s response before continuing. Sandra sighed loudly, unable to hide her exasperation.
“Ok,” she said, her tone mildly irritated. “I promise.”
“I was kind of seeing my English teacher,” Phoebe admitted, watching her sister from under her lashes, trying to gauge her response.
Sandra’s eyes were unreadable behind her sun glasses. “I guess I can see why you haven’t told Dad. I don’t think he’s going to take it very well.”
Phoebe took a deep breath. “That’s not why I haven’t told him.”
Sandra sat up and took the glasses off. “Why haven’t you told him who the baby’s father is?” she asked suspiciously.
“Because I’m not sure that Jamie is the one,” Phoebe said meeting her sister’s eyes. “I was sleeping with someone else, too, when I got pregnant.”
“Jesus, Phoebs,” Sandra hissed. “You’re lucky Dad hasn’t made you tell him. If it had been Cassie or me he’d have beaten us like a red headed step child until we gave the guy up.”
Phoebe stood up and gathered her things. She looked down at her sister as Sandra stretched out on the lounge chair again.
“You’re not going to tell Daddy, right?” Phoebe asked.
“I’m not going to tell,” Sandra said closing her eyes against the sun.
Phoebe turned and headed into the hotel.
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Justin let himself into the hotel room he was sharing with his dad and step mom. He dropped the towel that he’d wrapped around his shoulders when he had followed Phoebe from the pool and let himself into his sister’s adjoining room through the connecting door. He locked it behind him, then stood by the queen sized bed listening to the shower, unsure of what to do next.
Eleven years old, he knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure how to go about getting it. The few times before that he’d had such pleasurable encounters with her, Phoebe had been the one to initiate sex. He heard her shut off the shower and he turned toward the bathroom door as she emerged wrapped in the white hotel towel, her brush in her hand.
Phoebe paused for a moment when she saw Justin standing in the middle of her room still wearing his wet swim trunks. She flashed him a smile and continued toward her bed. She sat down and started brushing her long, dark hair.
Justin moved to stand beside her and she put the brush down. She looked up into his soft, brown eyes. He reached out to stroke her sleek, wet hair and then caressed her cheek.
“What do you want, Justin?” Phoebe asked reaching out to run her fingertip along the elastic waistband of his damp swimsuit.
His cock twitched and began to swell. His hand fell to the edges of the towel tucked in on itself above the curve of her breasts. Sliding his fingers under the thick terry cloth he gave a little tug, his breathing quickening when it fell away from his sister’s ripening body.
Phoebe pushed his trunks down over his hips freeing his rigid penis. She leaned forward, smiling at his sharply indrawn breath as she licked the head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth. He grunted as she began to move her head up and down, her hand massaging his balls as she pressed her tongue against the underside of his shaft.
Of their own volition his hips began thrusting driving his stiff prick deep into her mouth. The sensation of her sucking as she moved down on his shaft and her tongue swirling around the head of his cock when she slid up had him trembling with the effort not to blow his load into throat. As good as it felt to have his sister sucking his dick, he wanted something more.
“Phoebe,” he groaned pulling out of her mouth, “I want to be inside you.”
She gazed at him for a moment before sliding his swim trunks down his thighs. They fell to his ankles and he kicked them off. Phoebe scooted back on the bed before lying down. Justin climbed onto the bed and leaned over her. Bending down he kissed her swelling tummy and slipped one hand between her legs.
Phoebe moaned softly as his fingers slid through the folds of her wet slit and he began to stroke her clit. She spread her legs wider and he pushed a finger into her quivering pussy, moving it slowly in and out. She rocked her hips against his thrusting hand, whimpering quietly.
Though he’d never done it before, Justin felt a sudden desire to taste the juices flowing from his sister’s beautiful pussy. He’d listened avidly once as one of the older boys that rode on his bus had described watching oral sex on one of his dad’s porno DVDs. It had excited him then and the thought of parting Phoebe’s sweet pink petal like lips with his tongue made his hard cock twitch and jerk now.
Withdrawing his finger, he leaned down and tentatively stabbed at her swollen lips with the tip of his tongue. Phoebe moaned and lifted her hips. Justin moved to kneel between his sister’s silky thighs and spread the outer lips of her pussy with his hands. He pressed his mouth against the tight opening between her legs and thrust his tongue as far into her wet cunt as he could. She began to tremble as he lapped at her, his tongue caressing the walls of her vagina.
He pulled his tongue out and up through the folds of her cunt Savoring the sweet taste of her slick skin. She moaned loudly and he felt her body jump when the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit. Experimentally he ran his tongue over and around the stiff little nub again. Phoebe’s hands cupped the back of her little brother’s head.
“Oh fuck, Justin,” she groaned. “Suck it, baby brother.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth and nursed it enthusiastically while sliding his finger back into her drenched pussy. Phoebe rocked against his mouth and thrusting finger, whimpering and cooing to him as the tension began to build low in her abdomen. Her body tensed and she cried out in pleasure as her orgasm rolled over her. Justin lapped at the sweet juices leaking from her convulsing cunt until his sister started to tug at him, urging him up.
“Now, baby,” she said huskily. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Justin kneeled between her thighs and leaned over her to press his lips to hers. Phoebe ran her hand over his back as she sucked the taste of her cum from his probing tongue. He supported his weight on his arms as she slipped a hand between their bodies to guide the head of his throbbing cock to the tight opening between her legs.
Justin groaned loudly as he pushed into the warmth of her dripping pussy. He began to thrust into her velvety depth breathing rapidly as the the walls of her vagina clenched on him, rippling around his rigid member. Phoebe moved with him feeling her orgasm beginning to peak again as she gyrated beneath him, grinding her engorged clit against his pelvis.
He increased his tempo, slamming into her. His breathing grew ragged and he felt his penis swell as his balls drew up. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and thrust into his sister’s ripe body as fast and hard as he could, his balls slapping wetly against her ass.
“Sissy,” he moaned as his cum roared through his pulsing cock to flood her pregnant womb.
He continued to thrust jerkily into her as his testicles emptied. Phoebe trailed kisses along his clenched jaw and murmured in his ear as he slowed and finally pushed as deeply into her sopping cunt as he could, becoming still as his prick deflated inside her. His flaccid cock slipped out of her satiated cunt and Justin rolled onto his side to press against her body, one arm lying across her swollen belly.
Phoebe gently rubbed her tight stomach in a slow circular motion. She smiled softly and closed her eyes. Justin laid his head against her shoulder and sighed contentedly. Phoebe turned her head toward him and kissed his forehead.
She felt a slight flutter beneath her hand and laughed in surprise. Justin lifted his head and looked t her quizzically. Phoebe pressed her hand against her tummy and felt the flutter again.
“I think it moved,” she said smiling at her brother.
A look of concern filled his eyes. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“God, no,” Phoebe assured him. “Maybe the baby just liked being rocked.”
Justin smiled and laid his head against his sister’s stomach. “Anytime, baby,” he whispered before pressing another kiss against the growing mound.
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“I don’t know who the other guy is,” Cassie said, oblivious to the fact that her father had dropped behind her on the trail. “She told Sandy she hasn’t been seeing anyone one from on base, but he has to be if she’d admit to sleeping with one of her teachers and still refuse to give up the other guy.”
Jake was struggling to control the impulse to strangle his oldest daughter right there on the trail that was leading them closer to the Organ Mountains. He tried to concentrate on the jagged, granite peaks along the range. Anything to shut out Cassie’s whining, tattletale voice.
“Daddy,” she said, stopping to turn and face him, “don’t you think you should make her tell you who the other guy is? I mean someone has to take responsibility.”
“Just shut up, Cass,” he snapped as he pushed past her on the trail. “Stay out of your sister’s business.”
Cassie looked stunned by his angry outburst and she knew better than to keep talking. With an exaggerated look of hurt she followed her dad on the dusty pathway. She was no longer interested in anything other than getting back to the hotel.
“What’s with dad?” Sandy asked watching her father’s rigid back as he began to out distance the rest of the family.
“I was just telling him what Phoebe told you about the baby’s father,” Cassie’s said. “Someone other than Dad should be taking responsibility for Phoebe and this baby.”
“I promised her that I wasn’t going to tell him,” Sandy said angrily.
Cassie rolled her eyes. “You didn’t tell him,” she said defensively. “I did. Why should the little brat stick dad with taking care of her and her mistake?”
“You’re a real bitch sometimes,” Sandy said before falling back to walk with Justin and her younger sons.
She needed to get back to the hotel and find Phoebe before their dad did. She wasn’t sure what was going on with the two of them, but judging from her father’s reaction there was something. Sandy was certain that it was going to be bad if their dad got to her youngest sister first.
“Cass,” she called waiting for her sister to stop and turn around before she continued, “I’m going to take the boys back to the hotel.”
Justin started to protest, but the look on Sandy’s face stopped him. He gathered his young nephews and started back down the trail toward where they’d parked the cars. The pool would be more fun on a day this warm anyway.
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Sandy knocked on her sister’s door. There was no answer, but Lorraine had told her Phoebe was in her room. She knocked again more insistently.
“Phoebe,” she called leaning against the door.
Phoebe opened the door wearing a tee shirt and panties and Sandy pushed her way past her sleepy eyed sister. “I’m sorry,” she began without preamble. “I told Cass what we talked about and she told Dad.”
Phoebe’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything the door connecting her room and her father’s opened. She and Sandy both jumped and turned toward the door. Their dad closed it quietly behind him.
“Daddy,” Sandy said starting toward him.
“Get out, Sandra,” he said, his voice tight with anger.
“You can’t beat her,” Sandy said stepping between her father and her sister. “She’s pregnant.”
“I’m not going to beat her,” Jake said furiously. “Jesus, Sandy, I just want to talk to her.”
Sandy nodded and, with an apologetic look toward her sister, quickly left. Phoebe watched her father warily as he started toward her. She took a step back putting a hand out to ward him off.
Jake shook his head as he reached out to smooth her sleep tousled hair. “Were you going to tell me?” he asked huskily.
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” she said pressing her hands against his chest as his arms closed around her.
“Murphy, right?” he asked leaning his forehead against hers. “I want to make sure I’m getting the right guy fired.”
“Daddy, please don’t,” she pleaded. “It wasn’t just Jamie’s fault.”
“Was it to get back at me for marrying Lorraine?” Jake asked.
Phoebe shook her head. “I thought I loved him.”
Jake closed his eyes tightly. “I thought you loved me,” he whispered against her ear.
“I do love you,” she said sliding her hands up over his shoulders to wind her arms around his neck, “but I can’t be with you, Daddy.”
Jake sighed. “I know, baby,” he said holding her tightly.
He slid his hands under her shirt and pushed it up. She lifted her arms and he pulled it off over her head. Jake pressed her breasts together and lowered his head to capture one puffy, pink nipple between his teeth to lightly pull. Phoebe moaned as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh before sucking it into his mouth.
“Daddy,” she moaned, her hands cupping the back of his head.
Jake’s mouth moved to the peak of her other breast and his tongue teased that nipple till it was as hard as its mate. Phoebe’s hands glided down to the waistband of his jeans, her nimble fingers udoing the button and working the zipper. Jake pulled his sweat dampened tee shirt off before pushing his jeans and boxers down to the floor and stepping out of them.
He gently urged her down onto the bed. Stretching out beside her, he ran his hand over her round belly. She moaned softly when his hand slipped between her legs to rub her pussy through the damp crotch of her pink, cotton panties.
“Are you still seeing him?” He asked looking down at her, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties.
She shook her head. “When I told him that I didn’t know if he was the father he didn’t want me any more.”
Jake leaned down and kissed her hungrily, his fingers sliding through the wet folds btween her thighs. He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes pushing his fingers into her tight vagina. The walls of her cunt clinging to his thrusting fingers made a wet, sucking sound.
“You know who really loves you now,” he said rising to his knees.
She nodded as she lifted her hips to allow him to remove her panties. He rolled her onto her stomach and she pulled her knee up under her body. Jake eased his rigid cock into her, moaning as he buried himself balls deep in the tight, velvety depths of her nubile, young body.
His hands glided from her hips to her rounded belly as he fell into a slow, steady rhythm thrusting deeply into her dripping cunt. Phoebe looked back at him. His eyes were closed, his head hung down as he lost himself in the sensation of his daughter’s welcoming warmth.
His tempo increased as Phoebe pushed back to meet his thrusts. She reached between her thighs to rub her engorged clit with a light, circular motion. Jake’s hands moved to massage the full, heavy globes of her breasts as he began to slam his turgid cock into her, his balls slapping wetly against the swollen lips of her pussy.
Phoebe’s breaths came in whimpering moans as her orgasm began to build. She pressed her fingers harder against her clit and rocked back to meet her father’s pistoning strokes.
“Daddy,” she groaned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Come on, baby,” he growled. “Cum for daddy.”
She bucked back against him, her vagina convulsing on his swelling cock as her orgasm overtook her. Jake slammed into her quivering pussy harder and faster as his balls drew up against his body. Phoebe pushed back taking him deep inside her body and shook as the rippling walls of her tight cunt worked to milk the semen from his sperm heavy testicles.
“Jesus, baby,” he groaned through clenched teeth as his cock pulsed and sprayed his daughter’s pregnant womb with his cum.
He pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her cunt with a wet slurping sound and fell to his side. Pulling her into his arms with her back against his stomach he spooned with her, his hand caressing her round belly.
Phoebe felt the little flutter against her father’s hand. His hand paused and he chuckled agaisnt her hair. She knew he’d felt it, too. He turned her to face him and pulled her more firmly against his body.
“It’s mine,” he said stroking her hair back from her face. “This baby is mine.”
Phoebe snuggled against him and hoped for her own sake that he was right.

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Bakers Park, Chapter 1: A virgin, A prego, and A spy

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Bouncing Bella – part 5

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BILL
I blew my load into Bella’s arsehole. As I held her arse firm against me she must have fully grasped what was happening. She tried pulling away from me, she tried as hard as she could. But I was stronger. I held her firmly there. 
“dad , please stop now please stop” she screamed at me. I had finished now and I guess a kind of guilt was setting in. 
I moved back slowly pulling my cock from her arse. She cried as it pulled out. 
This wasn’t my fault, she had to know that. This was Ruth. She got me to this point then Bella practically willingly took her place. 
“Bella I well Bella Ruth well um” I sputtered at her. All that big man persona gone. Fuck I needed a beer. 
“just go dad just fuck off” she spat a me. I nearly grabbed her by the throat to teach her some fucking manners when I really looked at her. 
She was still up in front of the jet. They were off. She reached up and turned them down first then clicked the button. 
I watched as she slowly as carefully rocked her hips up at the jets. One hand moved to her breast but I couldn’t see what she was doing. 
I was honest to god speechless. What I had just done was wrong I knew that. But I also knew that she was part of the problem. Now watching her do this straight after I violently raped her doing this. It Vela-dated everything for me. I was not in the wrong. She was a dirty little slut and wanted it all. 
BELLA
I was in so much pain. My arse hole was throbbing. He mumbled some crap he usually did once he was done. Obviously guilt setting in. 
I told him to fuck off. I could hardly move. Everything was still abit hazy. 
I felt the water move and assumed that was him making his hasty exit. 
Each time I started to move I felt pain. So instead I turned the jets down low and switch them off. 
The water pressing up on my swollen fanny was soft and gentle. I started rocking my hips slowly. 
It felt nice. It took away some pain. I started lifting up further as I moved towards it causing water to softly run down my arse crack and onto my violated arsehole. 
I moved my hand to my breast. Rubbing my nipple softly. I was so close to orgasim. I kept thrusting but turned the jets up slightly. As I knelt there grinding my pussy on pumping water I thought about my dad. 
Why had he done this to me. It was hell as it was. Worse because he knew he could make me loose myself. I hated myself after those moment. But this. How much more had he done to me as I layed there out cold. How long had I been out. There were bruises on my hips and breasts. And I could feel that he had had his penis in both my fanny and arse. 
He was so violent. 
I rocked harder starting my moan. My hand went out to grip something, and I managed to turn the jets up again, increasing my pleasure instantly. I moaned and screamed as I moved my fingers to feel the sweetness between my legs. The jets slowed til the stopped and all was quiet. I turned and layed back against the wall of the spa softly running my juices around my pussy in the water. 
Eyes closed. There was no goin back now. He had done the worst. All I could do now was make sure he never touched my sister. 
I wrapped a towel around me and headed inside, I went straight to dads room not bothering to check if he was there or not. 
He wasn’t. Under his bed I grabbed 4 bottles of vodka and one bottle of jack and headed back to my room. 
BILL
Ruth and Chrissy had made up and Chrissy had stopped asking question. I said sorry for yelling at her and she pretended to not remember what I was talking about. 
“daddy can Ruthy sleep over tonight.” I looked to Ruth who showed no hint of the girl she was in the den or in the spa. 
“I can call my mummy and ask” she smiled at me. 
“no that’s fine Ruth ill call her, I don’t mind if you sleep over.”
I got up and headed to the phone. Looking out the kitchen window I could see Bella in the spa. My cock hardened and I turned away. Telling myself to wait. 
I grabbed the phone and dialed Kelly, Ruth’s mum. 
“hello”
“hey Kelly it’s bill, Chrissy’s dad, how ya going”
“yea good yourself, you sending that kid home yet, my boyfriend is coming around tonight and he was really looking forward to spending some time with Ruth” she sounded in a hurry. 
Yea I bet he was “that’s why I’m calling kel, the girls were hoping for a sleepover, I said its ok with me, i can drop her back I the morning”
She didn’t answer right away I could hear mumbled talking, she must have had her hand over the mouth piece. 
“um yea ok I guess , but you tell her she needs to be back here early in the morning before my man heads home, he has to see her. Ok bill you hear Ruth home early” then she just hung up. 
I returned to the lounge room to find Chrissy and Bella on the couch with a blanket over them. 
Ruthy was leaning against Chrissy and I could see her hand moving around Towards her legs under the blanket. 
“stop Ruth” Chrissy laughed. 
I stood just inside the door way. Neither had noticed me. 
“c’mon mum probably won’t let me sleep over anyway cos her boyfriend is coming around and he like to um spend time with me” Ruth smiled at Chrissy. Pulling the blanket off her lap she tried again. 
Chrissy tried to squirm away but still laughed “stop acting like a baby Chrissy just let me do it again.” 
Chrissy sighed and opened her legs slowly “this isn’t the same Ruth and Bella said we shouldn’t do it”
Chrissy laughed as she rubbed her hand up Chrissys thigh. “your sister just doesn’t want you having any fun you should have seen what she was doing outside and what she was doing with your dad, if she can do stuff why can’t you” 
Chrissy nodded slightly as Ruth pushed her hand up between her legs and rubbed on the outside of her knickers. 
“does that that feel good Chrissy, do you like that?” 
I could not believe it. I was bulging in my pants. 
Chrissy had leaned further back I the couch and Ruth was rubbing her mound softly. 
“can I go inside your knickers please chrissy?” Ruth asked
Chrissy hesitated. “maybe we should stop now dad might come back and see us” 
“oh c’mon Chrissy as if your dad would care. He showed us those movies and you liked the stuff we did in the bedroom,  just let me touch you.” Ruth was trying to push Chrissy undies aside. Chrissy reached down and pulled them over. Ruth smiled “see you don’t have to act like such a baby, your dad wouldn’t have made you leave if you didn’t act like that.” 
“that’s good isn’t it. Here rub my boob.” Ruth grabbed Chrissy’s hand and put it up her top and started rubbing it around. Getting right into is she was rubbing Chrissy harder. 
I decided to interrupt. I walked back into the kitchen a bit then coughed loudly. 
“Kelly said yes girls” I yelled before I got to the door way then paused as I listened to the rustle of them both sitting up and fixing the blanket then I walked in. 
“yay” both the girls said in unison. 
I sat down in the chair next to the couch. 
They were both red. “what were you girls up to, you look guilty ” I laughed. 
No nothing they both said together. 
Chrissy was sitting up at the end of the couch furthest from me. Ruth was laying down the couch with her head is Chrissy’s lap and her legs hanging over the end of the couch feet propped up on the arm of my chair. 
I kept trying to make small talk but was only answered to mumbles so I gave up. Ruth nudged me wit her foot. 
I looked over and both girls were watching the tv. Neither looking at me. 
She nudged again and I looked back down at her foot. Then up her leg. She had the blanket pulled back up her legs and they were spread wide. Her hand was striking her cunt. 
I ran my hand up her leg, resting in the underside of her thigh. I couldn’t reached her cunt without leaning over my chair and I didn’t want Chrissy to noticed. She kept rubbig but not looking at me. Chrissy never turned either. 
I started to rub my bulge over my shorts. 
Then I heard the back door slam shut. I didn’t pull my hand away from Ruth’s leg or my crouch. Chrissy jumped and looked and so did Ruth causing herself to push closer to my fingers. 
Bella stomped through the kitchen and towards the bedrooms not stopping to look at any of us. 
Ruth sat up. “I need to go to the toilet. I’ll be back in a minute chrissy” Ruth jumped up and headed out and Chrissy looked up at me. Can I have a drink daddy. What I was waiting for. Of course baby I replies. I jumped up and fetched her a drink. When I returned she was standing near my chair. 
“can I come sit on your knee for a minute daddy” I nodded and she took a big sip from her cup and came over shyly. 
I picked her up and sat her on my knee. She wiggled back until she was comfortable. I sat back. 
She started rubbing a little bit. “daddy don’t you want me bounce me like you do with Bella and Ruth”
She sounded sad. 
“it’s not that baby. You are so tiny. So young. And I promised Bella I wouldn’t bounce you like her” I tried to sound convincing but truth was I wanted more than bouncing. 
She stood and turned around on me. 
“but dad Ruth showed me this” she pulled her skirt up and rubbed.  She had removed her knickers and I now noticed them on the couch. 
I pulled her hand away. Watching her with Ruth was a lot different from her with me. 
“honey you don’t have to do that. I’ll bounce you”
I turned her around and bounced her softly on my lap. 
BELLA
In my room I climbed under my covers without dressing first. 
I layed there thinking. I had finished a bottle of vodka and was feeling a lot less angry.
There was a soft knock at my door. 
I tried to ignore it, but then Ruth popped her head in. 
“what to you want Ruth?” I was angry with her. I blamed her or what dad did. I blamed ten both. 
She walked in and. Closed the door behind her. 
“I wanted to say thank you. For helping me outside.” she whispered. 
I wanly in the mood for this shit. 
I has protected my sister from all this shit until she came along. 
I grabbed another bottle and cracked it. I took a big drink and snarled back. “now you’ve said it. Leave”
“but I … um …” she stumbled over her words as she moved to sit on the edge of my bed. 
I hates this little bitch. 
“why did you do any of it, what’s wrong with you” I yelled at her. 
“wrong with me, I’ve watched you. You love it” she snapped back. 
“it feels good” as if to prove what she meant. She turned to face me spread her legs wide, and pushed her fingers along her pussy lips. 
“stop that” I sat forward causing my head to spin, pushing her hand away from her fanny. 
“can I touch you” she asked. 
“NO!, go home Ruth” 
“I’m sleeping here tonight. And if I can’t touch your ill tell Chrissy to let me touch hers” she smirked. 
I couldn’t believe this. A 9 year old girl threatening my sister. What choice did I have. 
“no you won’t. Leave chrissy alone. Or”
“or what” she spat “you’ll tell your dad  HA! Or better yet my mum” 
She reached up and started to pull my blanket off “your dad would want to watch , so I doubt he’ll be any help, and my mum does whatever her boyfriend says. She make me suck his dick  You tell my mum And I’ll introduce him to Chrissy”
She had the blanket completely off now and I was speechless. 
“sometimes he makes mum kiss me while he sticks his fingers inside her, like this” she pushed 1 finger inside me then layed over me. Then she kissed me. Tongue and all. Her finger began the move faster and increased the kiss. She moved her free hand to my breast and squeezed. Then she pushed another finger inside. 
She broke the kiss but didn’t stop finger fucking me. 
“sometimes when he likes to watch me suck on her boobies too” 
She placed her mouth over my nipple and began sucking and licking. 
“lick me” I moaned as I pushed my hips up into her hand. 
“now” I grabbed her head started pulling it down to my pussy. 
I wrapped my hands around her head and pushed it against my pussy as she licked. 
BILL
Chrissy had fallen asleep on my lap. And so far I had contained myself. I picked her up in my arms and started carrying her to her room. I paused at Bella’s room and heard moaning. 
I pushed the door open with my foot. 
Bella holding Ruth’s head between her legs. 
“Bella” I cooed smiling at her with my eyebrows raised. Ruth didn’t notice me. Bella was drunk. I could see that. 
Bella stared straight at me. “fuck off” she mouthed and flipped me the finger. It made me angry. I looked at Chrissy then smiled at her closing the door. 
I then took Chrissy to my her bed. Chrissy was out cold. As I meant for her to be. A little something added to the warm milk to held her have a nice deep sleep. And so I could finally give in to what I wanted even if it wasn’t much. I couldn’t handle my baby girl looking at me the was Bella now does. I lost control with that. But I needed to touch Chrissy. It had become this urgent need inside me. This was the only was to do it and protect her. 
I hadn’t bothered to put her knickers back on after she feel asleep. I sat there as still as I could. Not looking her touching her wanting to make sure she was defiantly fast asleep. 
Now laying her on the bed and lifting her nightly I got to really look at my youngest daughter. She was so soft and delicate looking. Her fanny had that baby look to it. Like Ruth’s only better. I lifted her legs and spread her arse cheeks apart. Her tiny rosebud begging to be abused. I layed her back done before it became to much. I pulled her blanket up so if either Ruth or Bella looked in here they wouldn’t think anything of it. Then I left the room. I was coming back. But I had a few things I wanted to do. 
BELLA
I lost it completely I held Ruth’s head still until I spilled my juices all over her face. I took another burning mouthful from my bottle as Ruth asked “have you got any movies like your dad, I wanna watch some” she looked up at me “or I can ask your dad and Chrissy can watch too” 
I could not give a fuck. I got it now I understood why dad drank. It eased the pain of everything. I couldn’t care less. 
“my laptop. Just google what you want”
She grabbed the computer and started typing away. I stood to go to the toilet. 
“no, stay and watch me ” I stared at her “what” I asked
“stay and watch me or I’ll ” 
I didn’t wait for her to finish. 
“I’m going to the toilet. I’ll be back.”
I left. 
BILL
I watched Bella leave the room. Perfect. I headed in with a glass of milk for Ruth. Adding the extra ingredient of course. 
“shhhh” I whispered at Ruth as he went to speak. 
“I’ll leave. If you tell Bella I was here you will pay for it, understand” 
She just nodded. I passes her the milk and she drank it all then just stared at me as I dropped 3 tablets in the. Bottle of the vodka bottle. Only a decent mouthfull remaining. 
“not a word” I said to Ruth as I passed her pushing my finger onto her exposed arsehole.  Then I left. 
BELLA
when I came back Ruth was absorbed in a movie she had found and was finger fucking self spread wide over my bed. 
Fuck it. It was fun I watch. I sat down between her legs and reached for my bottle. 
I knocked the rest back and settled in to watch a horny 9 year old slut. This is what my life had been reduced to. 
After I while I leaned in and rubbed it myself causing her to giggle and gasp for air. I started seeing double and Ruth fell back. 
I felt weird. Strange. Ruth was passed out. I didn’t stop. I pushed a finger inside her. She was so tight. It became harder and harder to make everything out. 
Ruth’s pussy was tight around my finger. I started to fall towards her then it all went black. 
BILL
I pulled the door shut after watching Bella and Ruth fall in to the sleep. 
I crept back to Chrissy’s room. 
She was exactly how I left her. 
I pulled the blanket back and spread her legs apart. 
I spat onto her fanny and started to rub my saliva around her pussy. Her lips hardly pulled open. Her tiny clit drew me in so I moved between my baby’s legs and sucked on it gently. 
My saliva ran down her crack into her arsehole. I licked that pushing my tongue inside slightly. She tasted so sweet, so untouched. Pulled her down there bed and removed my hard on from my shorts. I spat on the head and started rubbing it gently up and down her baby like fanny lips. I lowered my mouth other chest and liked over her nipple. Kissing my way up her neck. I started to beat my cock over her. I placed my legs over her chest and started beating my throbbing cock over her face. I grabbed her limp hand and held it behind me pushing just one on her tiny fingers just inside my arsehole. That had always been something I loved. Pumping my cock with one hand and moving her finger slowly in and out of my arse hole wasn’t easy to keep up. But the harder I pushed her finger I closer I felt to cumming. 
Once I did I let it squirt over her cheek and neck letting the last few drips fall onto her lips. Rubbing the head of my softening cock over them. I removed her finger from my arse and began to clean her up when I heard a knock at the door. 
I quickly finished and returned he’d blanket. Then pulled my short back up and ran down to the door. Quickly pulling Bella door shut on the way. 
The knocking got louder as I approached. It was 9:30pm. Who could I possibly be. 
I opened the door to find Kelly standing there hand raised to knock again. 
She was wearing coat. It was short and I could see anything under it. 
“Kelly, what’s wrong” 
“I need Ruthy home now. My mans down you see. And well I need Ruth. Now please can you get her” she was bouncing around trying to get past me. 
“she’s sound asleep kel. I said I’d drop her off in the morning. Why does your boyfriend want to see her so bad. ” 
I knew why but it was more fun this way. 
“you wouldn’t understand. He always wanted a daughter and I need her there, looks hell leave me if I don’t have Ruth around” 
I pulled her inside. “what are you doing?

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There is no cross dressing in the story but this is how I began my transformation from regular boy into cock suckking teenage crossdresser.

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The anonymous bathroom hookup

Jeremy and his sister Katie lived together at home, but had very different lives. They didn’t talk much, and kept to theirselves. They both had something in common though, that neither of them knew about.
Katie had a fantasy that she had never been able to fulfill. She didn’t want anyone to know what it was, so she had never asked any of the boys she dated to do it. She had never had sex before, because she wanted to be taken. Her fantasy was to be taken and fucked by someone strong. She had been trying to find a way to make this happen for years, and finally got the idea to try to find someone anonymous on the internet. She went to craigslist, and created a post about wanting someone to fulfill her fantasy.
Jeremy never had any luck getting laid, even though he tried with lots of girls, he never succeeded. He was browsing around on the internet, and saw something about craigslist being full of people trying to hook up. He checked it out, and started looking. Most of the posts were people he’d never consider, but one post caught his eye. It was a girl trying to find someone to take her virginity by force, and he found himself getting really turned on by the idea. He read the post, and he decided to go for it. The girl seemed really, really into it, and he was more turned on by the idea than he had ever been. She had posted a naked picture of herself from the neck down, and she was really hot. She had amazing breasts, and her pussy was shaved. He sent a response, with a similar picture like she requested.
Katie couldn’t believe it, just 10 minutes after her post, she got a response. He was hot, and his dick was huge. She started getting wet thinking about him forcing that big thing inside her. She wrote back, and they started talking. They agreed on a place to meet, and that they would stay anonymous by not looking at each other’s faces. He asked her about condoms, and she thought about it. She trusted him, he seemed very sincere, and there was something about him. She told him he didn’t need to wear one. She didn’t have any birth control, but the idea of possibly getting pregnant made her horny.
When he read that, he also thought about the fact that she could get pregnant, and that made him horny too.
The night they had agreed on, Katie was downstairs waiting for time to leave. She had her bag with her clothes to change into after she left, and Jeremy came downstairs. He also had a bag with his clothes, and they were both surprised to see each other so late, it was close to 1 am. They asked what they were doing, and both nervously made excuses. They were each so nervous, neither questioned the other’s flimsy excuse. He left, and then after waiting a little, she left too.
She drove to the gas station truck stop about 40 minutes from their house that they had agreed on. It was far enough away from the highway that it was hardly used, especially this late. She parked behind the building, and changed in the car. She pulled her jeans off, and put on her black mid-thigh length skirt with a slit that came nearly up to her ass in the back. She took off her shirt and bra, and put on her button up business blouse. She left the top three buttons undone, and her perky breasts showed amazing cleavage. She put her thigh high stockings on, and then her stilettos, and then decided to remove her panties as well. They were completely soaked, and she put them in her purse. She felt her pussy and how wet she was, and couldn’t believe she was really doing this. It was so dangerous, but it turned her on so much. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail, then put her blonde wig and sunglasses on to disguise her face, completing her outfit.
She took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car. She walked into the truck stop through the back service door. There was no one around, except a few truckers at the diner bar, and the waitress. The truckers turned and stared at her, and the waitress, a fat older woman, looked at her with jealousy.
She went to the women’s restroom; the one she thought would be deserted tonight. She was right, and there was no one in the room. She bent over and looked under the stall doors, and saw no one. She sighed, and stood in front of the sink and waited. She looked herself over, admiring how attractive she was. She barely recognized herself, and felt her pussy juices running down her leg.
Meanwhile, Jeremy sat perched on the toilet seat, staying as silent as he could, and waited. He had heard the woman enter, and saw her feet as she checked the stalls, but he waited to be sure it was her. He peered out through the crack in the door, and saw her standing in front of the sink. She didn’t appear to be doing anything other than looking in the mirror, so he waited a few more moments. As she stood there longer, he decided that was it. It had to be her. He cracked open the stall door silently, and slipped out. With two quick bounds, he was on her.
She didn’t see him until he was nearly on top of her. He took her by surprise, she had no idea he was even in the room with her. She almost screamed out of pure instinct, but one hand covered her mouth as his other grabbed her left wrist. Her scream stifled, she stiffened, feeling adrenaline pumping through her. The feeling excited her. He whispered in her ear in a low coarse voice, “Don’t scream again. Don’t move, don’t try to get away. You’re mine.”
He pinned her waist against the sink with his body, and she didn’t think she could escape if she wanted. He was much too strong for her. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth, and when she didn’t make a noise, he reached back and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. She could see in the mirror that he was wearing a ski mask as he put the handkerchief in her mouth and tied it tight. She couldn’t make any noise except a guttural moan.
He grabbed her wrists, and pulled them together behind her back, and held them with one hand. He whispered, “You picked the wrong night to come out dressed like that you little slut. You look like you want to get fucked. You looking to get fucked tonight?” She shook her head, but he just laughed a low deep laugh, and stuck his hand between her legs through the slit in her dress and rubbed her pussy. He pulled his wet finger up and stuck it under her nose and said, “Wrong answer.”
He pulled out a rope and bound her wrists, and then stuck his hand into the front of her shirt. He fondled her breast, pinching and pulling her erect nipples. She moaned, but tried to squirm away from him. He jerked her back into place and continued. Then he pulled her backward by the wrists, and she stumbled to keep up as he moved her to the changing table. She lost one of her heels as dragged her backwards, so she had to hobble to stay standing. He lowered the table, then pushed her down onto it. Bent over the table, her ass stuck out and the tops of her legs above her stockings showed under her skirt. He held her head down against the cold plastic table, and her rubbed her pussy. The slit in her skirt rode up her ass exposing her pussy to him. He ground his dick against her, and said, “is this what you wanted you slut?” She shook her head frantically, but in her head she was screaming yes!
She was hornier than she had ever been. The anticipation of being fucked for the first time, and by a complete stranger with no choice in the matter, was exactly what she had been craving for so many years, and now it was about to happen. She heard his fly unzip, and felt warm flesh rubbed against her slippery pussy. Time seemed to stop momentarily, then came crashing back down as he pushed his dick into her virgin pussy. It was incredibly tight, but she was so wet it slid in easily. There was some pain, but it was overwhelmed by incredible pleasure. She cried out in lust, her voice muffled by the gag filing her mouth. He began thrusting into her deep and hard, giving no consideration to her, only trying to satisfy himself. He held her hips with one hand and pressed her face against the table with the other. She moaned as he quickened his pace, but he hissed, “Shut up bitch!”
And then as quickly as it had started, he was cumming into her. She felt the spasms as he shot his cum deep into her pussy. The feeling of a stranger’s cum in her, possibly impregnating her against her will tipped her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed into her, sending her reeling. She hardly noticed as he lifted her from the table, and dragged her across the small room and thrust her against the stall wall.
He pushed her legs apart with his feet, and pinned her with his body. He slid his dick back into her inviting pussy, fucked her against the wall using one hand on the top of the stall wall to hold her. He lifted her off the ground enough that she couldn’t move. He grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other hand, and pulled it, only to come away with her wig in his hand. He said, “What the fuck?” and threw it down. Her pony tail underneath was an even better handle, which he grabbed to pull her head back, breathing heavy on her neck as he pounded her.
Her arms bound, her feet off the ground, and her head held back, she was completely immobilized. She had no choice but to let him fuck her, stretching her newly fucked pussy, a passive participant. She began cumming again almost immediately, this time in a slow prolonged wave. Each bounce on his dick renewing the spasms of pleasure that coursed from her pussy through her whole body.
He fucked her for longer this time before cumming a second time into her pussy. When he pulled his dick out this time, their mingled cum began to pour out of her pussy and leak down her leg. He let her down roughly, and ripped her shirt open, sending buttons flying to plink off the tile floor. He grabbed and kneaded her breasts roughly, pinching and pulling her nipples, squeezing and tugging her fleshy mounds. She enjoyed the pain, it heightened her already intense pleasure.
Then suddenly he let her drop and pulled her back. She landed on her one remaining heel, which unbalanced her, and she began to topple. Instead of catching her, he simply pushed her, sending her crashing to her knees. She felt caught off guard by the gesture, she was so unused to not being treated kindly. She enjoyed it, and he next pushed her over face down on the floor. Her ass stuck straight up in the air, and her face and tits pressed against the cold tile of the floor. He pulled her skirt up completely over her ass and whistled, saying “Who would have expected such a sweet pretty pussy on a dirty truck stop whore like you.” She enjoyed playing the part, and relished the dirty talk. She felt filthy and debased lying on the floor of the restroom, completely exposed to this stranger, and to anyone who happened to come in.
She thought for sure that he was finished fucking her, but he knelt behind her and plunged his still rigid cock into her once again. She gasped in surprise, her tender pussy was extra sensitive from the soreness of being fucked so roughly for the first time, and from her intense orgasms, which increased the intensity of his thrusts. The cold of the tile beneath her, contrasted against the heat radiating from his cock inside her; the pleasure of the fucking she was getting with the pain and fear of her situation all mingled together, sending her over the edge again. He also came one last time, then stood up.
He slapped her across the ass hard, the shock sending a shiver through her body. As the sharp pain of the strike faded, she was left with just the warmth on her bare ass. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable, her most intimate parts exposed with nothing she could do about it. After pulling his pants back on, he suddenly shoved her over onto her side with his foot. She went crashing down hard on her hip. She didn’t see it coming, so the jolt of falling and then hitting the tile shocked her, but she felt it most in her pussy, which spasmed with pleasure. He reached down and untied her wrists after tucking his dick back into his pants.
Now that he was finished fucking her, she had no idea what was going to happen. Would he leave her here like this, would he take her with him? He said, “Come back any time if you want more of the same slut.” She pushed herself up onto her knees, and pulled the gag out of her mouth, around her neck. Her sunglasses had gotten knocked off as she hit the floor, and her wig was in the corner. She still faced away from him, and she stayed facing away as she heard him walk to the door.
As he reached for the handle, he pulled his ski mask off, and felt himself caught in moment. He could either open the door and walk out, leaving her here, never to know who she was and probably to never meet her again, or he could break their bargain and turn and look at her. He somehow felt that she was experiencing the same thing, and she might turn and look at him, desiring to know who he was, as he desired to know her.
A few more heartbeats passed, which felt like an eternity, then he turned. He saw the back of her head as she picked up her sunglasses. He wondered if she would put them back on, hiding her face, or if she would turn too.
She had been feeling the same thing as him, and she chose to turn as well. Their eyes met, and shock froze them both. With their eyes locked, they recognized each other, and the weight of what had just happened crashed over them. Neither could speak, they just locked eyes, gazing at their sibling.
He couldn’t believe it, his own sister was the girl of his dreams. She had always seemed like such a reserved and private girl, could she really be the same person who wanted to be used and abused the way he had just done? What would she think of him now? Would she hate him for what he did to her?
Katie’s mind reeled. ‘Had I really just done that with my brother?’ ‘Could he really have been the one to fulfill my fantasy beyond my wildest dreams?’ ‘What would he think of her now that he knew her deepest secrets?’ Her exhausted body and her overwhelmed mind were too much for her to handle, and she felt herself fainting.
He saw her begin to fall, and with lightning speed, rushed across the small room and caught her, lowering her gently to the ground. The next thing she knew, she awoke with him over her, a tender look of caring in his eyes. He said, “Are you alright?” the first words spoken between them since their revelation.
She said, “Yes I think so, I’m just overwhelmed.” He said, “I know me too.” After a pause, he said, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” She said, “No, nothing I didn’t want you to do.” He helped her stand up, and said, “I know this is a lot to take in, but we should get out of here before they call the cops, they may have heard us.” Just then, the waitress from the diner opened the door. She took in the scene, and said to Jeremy, “I knew something was going on in here, you stay right there and don’t move.”
He said, “Come on, quick!” he grabbed her arm and ran past the waitress, pushing her aside. He called over his shoulder, “Sorry!” as they ran down the hall. Katie said, “My shoes!” she was hobbling, still wearing one heel. He stopped long enough to help her remove it, and she realized her skirt was still pulled up to her waist, her pussy uncovered. She worked at hiking it down as they ran down the hall. The truckers at the diner watched them run past, and one of them whistled at her.
The waitress had picked herself up and was trundling down the hall after them. “Call the cops!” she shouted. The truckers didn’t make a move, they were too distracted by the view of her pussy and ass as she ran by. They made it to the exit, and she said, “My car!” he said, “Keys!” and she pulled them out of her purse as ran to the passenger side. She tossed them to him, and he jumped in the driver’s seat. They pulled away as the waitress came out the door, doubled over winded. He sped away, and after a few miles, he slowed down, and the tension broke and they started laughing together. “We made it,” he joked.
He pulled over into a secluded area and parked the car. In the silence, they sat, until she said, “I can’t believe that really happened. Of all the people I could have found, for it to have been you…” then she said, “You didn’t know it was me in the ad did you?” He said, “No, I had no idea, it was just luck I guess. Well, not luck, I mean…” He stammered, then he said, “Are you mad at me?” She said, “No, not at all. I’m the one that asked for everything that happened; I just didn’t expect my brother to be the one to be the first to do it.”
He said, “Yeah, I didn’t expect my sister to be my first either.” She said, “Your first? You mean you were a virgin too?” He said, “I suppose there’s really no reason to be shy about sex with each other now, huh? Yes, this was my first time with a girl.” She said, “Wow, both of us lost our virginity to each other. I still can’t believe this.”
He said, “Did you feel like you were in danger?” She responded, “No, somehow I felt that you wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe I sensed something inside you. I really didn’t think anything bad would happen.” He said, “That’s right, I wouldn’t ever hurt you.” They shared an intimate look between them, and then he said, “So, where do we go from here? I promise I won’t ever tell anyone this happened, and we can just forget this night ever happened.” She interrupted him, “Forget it happened? I don’t want to forget, it was the most amazing, special night of my life! I was actually hoping that you would want to continue this.”
She looked down at her feet bashfully, like she did when she was young, and he was amazed. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t say anything, just stared in disbelief. She finally said, “Well? What about you?” he stammered, “Yes, I do want to continue this, it was an amazing night for me too.” She grinned from ear to ear, and turned to him, “Oh Jeremy, I’m so glad you feel the same way! I know that we can’t ever go back to the way things were. I want to be yours to use forever. I want to turn my body over to you to do with as you please, at any time.”
He felt his dick stiffening even harder as she spoke those words like they were an oath, and not knowing what words he could say in that moment, he decided to let he actions speak for him.
He reached up and pulled her face close to him, and kissed her for the first time. He was gentle, but as she melted into him, he got rougher, until he was dragging her out of her seat and onto his lap. She spread her legs to straddle him, and he unbuttoned his pants to get his dick out as she continued to kiss him roughly as she grinded on him. As soon as his dick was out, she plunged herself down onto it, and he grabbed her, forcefully thrusting into her as she moaned and braced herself against the car roof.
After they both finished cumming again, he pushed her back into her seat, her pussy dripping all over her car seat, and started the car to drive them home.
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Monica becomes a sub III – Advanced training

Monica wakes up
I wake up with a huge smile on my face thinking about yesterday, how much I’ve learned about sex and love, and how much more was to come that I didn’t even know existed. My master will teach me everything he wants me to know. Anticipation has stirred a delicious wetness in my pussy. I hurry downstairs to fix coffee so it will be ready when he comes down.
“Good morning little whore. How did you sleep?”
“The best I have in ages, Sensei, thank you.” I put a cup of coffee in front of him.
“Have your coffee, we have things to do today.”
“Your bitch can’t wait, Sensei.”
When we get to the living room he goes to the box he brought home yesterday and takes something out. It’s a dildo about 8 inches long and fat. It looks just like a cock with veins and a large head. It has a suction cup on the base. He spits in the cup and then pushes it down on the floor so that the dildo stands straight up.
“Come over here slut. Now spit in your hand and lubricate the head. Then squat down and slide it in your cunt until it’s all the way in then stop.”
I kneel over the dildo, spit in my hand, rub it on the head like it’s real, and lower myself down until it’s buried deeply in my pussy. God, that feels good. Now I hold the position and wait. He reaches between my legs and turns it on!! This is even better – it vibrates!!
“Now cum whore do not move. You will need my permission to move and when you ask you must be explicit in why you want to move or cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sensei.” I mumble but I’m not sure I understand.
He goes to his chair, sits down, and pays no more attention to me. The feeling is incredible so I just close my eyes and think about yesterday’s punishment and everything else that happened. That was a mistake. It’s made the sensations of the vibrating cock even more delicious and all I want to do is rip it off the floor and ram it in and out of my cunt until I flood the floor with cum. Does he want me to surrender quickly or make him proud by holding out? I don’t know but I’m almost past thinking clearly. I can feel master’s beautiful cock going in and out of me last night and that’s all I can think of. That makes it worse still. Sweat is breaking out on my forehead and on my chest and starting to roll down. There’s no such thing as time anymore and I have no idea how long this thing has been vibrating in me. I want to cum but not before I’ve had a chance to feel this thing banging between my swollen cunt lips a thousand times.
“Please, Sensei, may I fuck myself now and cum?”
“Not explicit enough.”
Shit fuck piss and Goddamn!!
“Sensei, please. I want to ram this poor excuse for a cock in and out of my cunt until it hurts. I want to fuck myself with it until I spray cunt juice all over the floor and then I want to lick it up while I cum again.”
“The dildo is not to move. You must move up and down on it to fuck yourself and then you may cum.”
I didn’t waste a second before I let my thighs lift me off of the vibrator until it almost fell out. That was a mistake I wasn’t gonna make. Then I slammed back down on it and rose as fast as I could to repeat the feeling. Everything was vibrating now; my tits, my asshole where I’d removed the plug last night, and my pussy. I could feel it building but had no concept of how forceful it would be. I fucked myself with demon fury and let it build. It hit when the cock was as deep as it would go but not as deep as I wanted it. My whole body convulsed until I thought cum would shoot out of my nipples and asshole and I kept fucking myself. I couldn’t help it; I couldn’t stop. Neither did the orgasm. I thought I would shake until my body fell in pieces but I kept ramming that devil’s dick in and out. Finally the shaking stopped and I was nothing. My body could no longer support itself and I slumped to the floor. I heard the suction cup pop as it was pulled from the floor – it was still in me but I couldn’t move. I could feel the fake cock being pulled out of me – master. Somehow I got turned back around and saw the puddle I’d left. I must have squirted because there was quite a lot. I’ve never squirted in my life. I managed to stick out my tongue and lower my head enough to clean up my own cunt juice. It smelled like sex and anything to do with sex I wanted. I inhaled it as I licked and started to cum again. I was moaning. Before I could finish I had another small orgasm.
“Very nice my little sex slave. For you are, almost now, a slave to sex. Now when you’re able to move, bring that big beautiful ass upstairs and let’s get you cleaned up.”
When I finally was able to stand and move I went up to the bathroom. I was told to get in the bathtub and kneel. When I did, master got in and faced me. I thought I was going to get to suck his cock again but then he started to piss on my chest and then aimed it at my pussy. This is disgusting, I thought. But then I thought, no, master is giving me more of his juice and it is to be savored. It was very warm and began to feel good. God, is there anything I won’t do? No, there isn’t.
“On my face, please Sensei.”
The stream hit my face and it was wonderful. I tasted it and that was wonderful. It was in my hair and I could feel the warmth on my scalp. I opened my eyes to watch the stream come and I followed it back with my mouth and engulfed the head of his cock. The stream has slacked but I swallowed all that was left. I’m depraved and I love it! Master lies down, has me squat over him, and tells me to piss on his chest and groin. I squat but I’m afraid to piss. Piss of my master? I can’t do it.
“Smack that pussy ‘til you piss bitch.”
I start to smack my pussy but other than it feeling good nothing happens. I keep spanking it while spreading the lips wide open and then I feel the first trickle. Then it becomes a stream and then a torrent. I piss my way from his chest to his cock and balls and I love it. When the stream starts to lessen he nods at my clit. I start to rub it and damned if I don’t cum again. We get up and turn on the shower. We soap each other and I pay particular attention to his cock and balls. His cock hardens in my hand as he grabs me by the shoulders and spins me around to face the other way. I bend over a little and put both hands against the shower wall. I feel the head of his big prick nudge my swollen pussy lips and push forward and I’m in heaven again. He slams it in to his balls but then withdraws. I feel his hands on my ass cheeks as he spreads them apart and I can feel the big head poking at the little hole. I’ve never had a cock in my ass just the butt plug yesterday. He pushes the head in and stops. It burns but it’s not unbearable. Soon the pain I’ve come to enjoy turns to pleasure but he still doesn’t move. I’m dying to feel the entire length but I’m afraid to ask because he may have his own plan. Then it occurs to me that he’s waiting for me to give him my final hole. I push my hips back until I have some of the shaft in and the pain/pleasure only increases with the thickness of the shaft in me. I fuck myself on what I have and continue to push back further with every move until finally I feel his balls slap my cunt. I’m shaking all over.
“Please, Sensei, fuck me now. Tear that ass up and make me scream. Fuck me hard, abuse me, make me cum.”
He withdraws until just the head is in me, slaps my ass – hard, and plunges back in deep. There will be no gentleness in this but I don’t want any. I want my virgin ass ruined and I want the pain.
“Slap that ass and fuck it hard!! I want to feel you spray my bowels with jets of your seed. Fuck me, fuck me, please just don’t stop fucking me.”
The assault continues and the slaps rain down on both cheeks. I start to shake and know it won’t be long before I erupt again. I’m almost convulsing now but I feel his cock leave my ass. Then it slams straight back in until I feel it in my stomach and I feel myself squirt again. I’m cumming so hard I’m afraid I’m going to collapse and lose contact. I’m still squirting when I feel his meat deep in my bowel and the jets of his cum shoot deep inside me. He’s still slapping my ass and I can’t stop cumming and squirting. When he takes his cock out of me I fall to my knees because I can no longer stand up.
“Clean me slut.”
“I am a slut. I’m your slut, your whore, your skank, your fuck toy. And I’ll do anything you ask.”
I turn around and greedily take his cock in my mouth. The taste of my own asshole is slightly repugnant but the more I lick and suck the more I love it. I let his cock slide out of my mouth and lick his beautiful balls. When he steps out of the shower I fall to my hands and knees and try to catch my breath.
“Clean yourself up now pig and then come back downstairs. Enemas also. Then dress but no panties or bra.”
I take a leisurely shower and make sure I’m thoroughly clean. I give myself two enemas and cum during both of them. I wonder “how can he know exactly which of my buttons to push and exactly when?” The answer is, “who gives a fuck?”
When I get downstairs he tells me we’re going shopping so off we go in the car. I don’t know what we’re shopping for or where we’re going but when I need to know he’ll tell me. He pulls in and parks at a little strip mall and takes me into a shop that sells women’s clothes. All the clothes, however, look like they’re made for hookers and strippers. He talks to the slutty little girl behind the counter but I can’t hear what is said and she takes us to a rack at the back of the store. What hangs there looks like tubes of elastic material. He asks me my size, I tell him, he hands me a black one, and tells me to try it on – right there! The little girl slut smiles and I feel my face flush with embarrassment but I look defiantly in her whore face and strip. She devours my big body with her eyes and licks her lips. Ok, bitch, you wanna play? I spread my legs slightly and rub my hand down my stomach and down between my legs as if I’m doing it unconsciously. I rub my hand over my pussy lips and see her shift her weight back and forth and rub her thighs together. Then I take the tube dress, put my feet through the bottom, and slide it up my legs slowly, making sure that I wiggle my hips and ass suggestively. Before I pull it up over my tits I give each of them a nice squeeze, look right at her and lick my lips. She let out a moan and turned and walked back to the counter. Fuck you, whore! I pulled it up over the tits and turned to look in the full length mirror. Holy Shit! I looked hot if I do say so myself. Every round curve I have was highlighted by the elastic. The hem fell about three inches below my pussy but if I pulled it down it would pop off my tits. Looking at master’s smile I guess that was the point. Now it was my turn to have some fun.
“Excuse me miss, could you help me for a minute?”
When she walked up she was visibly flustered and I could see the wet spot in the crotch of her shorts. I hope I interrupted her in the middle of spanking that little cunt.
“Could you help me get out of this thing? I’m afraid I might rip it.”
“Uhhh, yeah I guess. What do you want me to do?”
“Just help me slide it back down, OK?”
“Umm ok.”
“Just grab it here on top of my breasts and pull down while I get it from the sides.”
She curled her fingers inside the top of the dress high on my chest and started to pull down. I slowed her down by holding the sides up but she didn’t realize it. When I was ready I let the side down slowly and made her anticipate every inch of my big round tits as they were revealed. When we got it just above my nipples I slowed it down even more but didn’t let it stop. This caused the backs of her fingers to rub my nipples as they went. When they finally popped out they were hard and looked like long pencil erasers. She gasped, then moaned, and started rubbing her thighs together like she was trying to start a campfire. When we got to my hips I had her grab the material on my hips and I took the middle. She had never taken her eyes off of my body all the way down. She had to squat down a little to keep going so when the dress got just below my pussy, I thrust my hips forward slightly and I knew she could smell me.
“Oh shit, oh God lady I gotta go.” And she jumped up and ran into the back room.
My master was almost doubled over laughing and he just looked at me and said “Well played.”
As we walked out arm in arm I could hear loud moaning coming from the back of the store. Who’s the slut now, slut? We went to a shoe store down the street and he bought me platform high heels that really showed off my hefty legs.
When we got home I fixed us both a strong drink and master told me that he had an assignment for me that I was to carry out that night or successive nights if I wasn’t able to complete the assignment tonight. He told me that I wasn’t to feel bad if I didn’t succeed on the first try. Completing the assignment might be difficult on the first try but he knew that I would eventually be successful. He then explained in great detail what the assignment was, how I was to carry it out, and what would probably happen when I got home. He told me to go take a short nap and get rested for my night’s activities. When I woke up I showered again and got ready. I was very careful with the makeup because I wanted to enhance the slutty look but in a subtle way. I didn’t want to look like a hooker or it would make the job so much harder. When I went downstairs master was smiling and gave me an appreciative whistle. He had me turn slowly to show off everything and said he loved it and had less and less doubt about my success. He put my dog collar on to complete the outfit. He kissed me passionately, smacked me on the butt, and told me to go.
Monica’s assignment
My assignment was to attract another woman and then seduce her into coming home with me. I was to tell her who and what I was and that I lived with my master. I was not allowed to hire a prostitute or pick up some old skank off the street. The woman must be high end and, if possible, pleasantly plump like me. That wasn’t a requirement but he said that if the woman was attractive to me then she’d do. I headed the car towards downtown but had no idea what kind of place to look in. A bar? No, not any street bar. Too many skanks. Then I thought, what about a hotel bar? A fairly upscale hotel that wasn’t too high end but possibly had business women there for the night or longer. I decided to head out towards the airport and try the hotels around there.
I pulled into a chain hotel and had the valet park the car. I gave him a good look at my thighs when I got out as sort of a pre-tip. I found the bar and sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. I spent the next two hours refusing money for sex and the smoothies who just wanted to talk their way into my pants. Strike one.
I gave the valet a nice tip and a kiss on the cheek before I pulled out and headed to another hotel down and across the street. An hour later after a repeat of the many offers from the first place I finished my wine and was about to swing off the stool when I saw a woman approach out of the corner of my eye. She was headed straight for me so I ignored her and had the bartender refill my glass. I couldn’t get a good look at her body yet but she did seem attractive. She had on a navy pants suit and button up cream colored silk blouse. She sat on the stool next to me and ordered a drink but I still paid no attention to her. I wanted her to make the first move as master had instructed. I sipped my wine and heard her clear her throat and turn toward me.
“Hi, my name’s Didi, what’s yours?”
“Oh hi, my name’s Monica. Nice to meet you.” We shook hands and I thought she held mine a little longer than necessary.
“I just came from a boring business meeting and decided I needed a drink. How ‘bout you?
“Oh, I was just out driving and thought a glass of wine would be nice so I stopped here.”
“Do you come here often?”
“No, first time. I don’t go to bars as a rule but I just wasn’t ready to go home yet.”
“Ah yeah I get that way too sometimes. Ummm could I ask you a kinda personal question?”
“Well, ok, as long as I have the option not to answer if I think it’s too personal.”
“Sure, absolutely. I was wondering about that thing around your neck. Is that what I think it is?”
“It’s a dog collar. I’m a submissive.”
“I’m not sure I understand. Submissive to what?”
“To my master of course. My Sensei.”
“Your Sensei??”
“My teacher or master.”
“I’m still not quite getting this. What do you submit to and what does he teach you?”
“I submit to any and all wishes of my master and he teaches me how to be the best sub I can be.”
“What kind of wishes?”
“Mostly sexual but I serve him in many ways.”
“Oh shit. I’ve heard about people like you but I never thought I’d meet one. I’m intrigued! Tell me more.”
“First tell me Didi, why did you come over to me tonight?”
“Well, I just thought we could keep each other company and have a conversation.”
“That’s not true, is it?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Isn’t it true that you are attracted to me and thought it might lead to something?” I put my hand on her arm and looked straight into her green eyes.
“I thought no such thing and I resent you saying that.”
“Well then. It was nice talking to you and I hope you have a great night. Goodbye.”
“No, wait. I admit I was a little attracted to you but I’m not really like that and wasn’t exactly thinking about where it might lead.”
“Not like what, Didi. Have you ever been with a woman before?”
“Well no but I’ve thought about it I guess. Haven’t you?”
“Of course I have but have never been in that situation. Stand up and let me look at you, Didi.”
She stood and I swiveled my stool so we were facing each other and my knees were on her thighs. I took her hands in mine and turned her slightly each way. She was heavy but carried it well on her tall frame. Her breasts were smaller than mine but still a handful and her hips were nicely rounded down to what looked like sturdy legs that were hidden by her slacks. She had red hair that set off those green eyes. I told her to turn around and she complied. Nice ass! The easy way she allowed me to manipulate her made me wonder if she had some of the same thoughts that led to my place as a submissive. If she did, she was fighting them. I decided on a small test.
“Sit, Didi.” She did immediately and I leaned over and whispered in her ear…..
“Tell me what you want to do with me Didi.”
“Well I’m not exactly sure. I do have a strong desire to kiss you though.”
“Do it then.”
She looked around to see if anyone was paying any attention to us and then leaned forward and kissed me hesitantly but held it for a few seconds. I had my hands on her thighs and was squeezing gently. Her breathing became deeper and heavier as she backed off.
“Did you like that Didi?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Monica. I liked kissing you a lot.”
“Would you like to do other things with me, baby?”
“I think so, Monica. I’m just not sure. I’m confused and I don’t know what I want. I thought I was hetero but I was attracted to you so now I wonder if I’m bi. I don’t know.”
“Would you like to come home with me and see where it goes?”
“But what about your master? I’m not sure I’m ready for a threesome and I’m really not sure I want to be a submissive.”
“Why don’t we go home and talk with him and you just listen to what he has to say. If you don’t like our lifestyle then I promise you he’ll leave us alone and I’ll take you to my room and make love to you. You’d like that wouldn’t you baby?”
“Yes Monica. I want you to make love to me. I don’t understand it but I do.”
“I think we’ll be able to answer all your questions and uncertainties Didi. Shall we go and see?”
“Yes Monica. Aside from being with you I’d like to get some answers about myself. Not knowing is killing me.”
“Of course it is precious. Now, kiss me again like you mean it Didi and don’t look around first – just do it.”
Holy shit! This bitch can kiss. She tongue fucked my mouth and I let my hands slide further up her thighs. I could feel the heat in the crotch of her pants and I knew her panties were soaked. I took one of her hands and slid it up my thigh but stopped short of my pussy. She finally broke the kiss and I stroked her cheek.
“Come with me little girl and I promise you’ll never regret it.”
It was time to bring the prize home to meet the master.
Next: Didi meets Sensei and has a decision to make.

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