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Innocent Mother Seduces Son Ch. 1

Hi my name’s Janet and this is my story of seduction. I grew up in a very old fashion family. My dad was a construction supervisor and my mom was your classic 50’s stay at home mother with the aprin and everything. I am the oldest of me and my sister Sarah. My parents were very conservative and seemed pretty dependent of one another, as there was very little PDA between them while i was growing up. My mom was a big advocate of going to church every Sunday and my father was an usher so every Sunday my sister and i attended church. Between my conservative upbringing and my strong faith i couldn’t help but be a nice conservative girl focused on her studies while growing up. I took after my mother’s sense of style and wore full dresses and ankle length skirts to school and never really saw the need to do where anything more reveling, after all i didnt plan on having sex until i was in love and married anyway. My sister on the other hand was the black sheep of the family. She was very liberal with her clothes and was always pushing her luck with my moms approval of her wardrobe. She was always flirting with guys at school and giving out, she would even flirt with the muscly construction workers at my dads work the few times we were there, and she wasn’t even 17. So anyway my sister and i are polar opposites.
When i was a junior in high school i began developing into a women and my breasts were the first to show. They grew from a 30B to a 32DD by my senior year and by the time i graduated a 32G which sounds huge for my 5’4″ 103lbs frame but to tell the truth they looked good on me, they were full, round, firm, and compact. Not to say they weren’t big but they weren’t too big looking like the girls with big boobs that are only big because they are long an saggy. Mine were firm and round. Sarah was of course jealous and said they were pornstar boobs because they looked fake.
I still however maintained my conservative and religious values. I didn’t get much attention from men, probably because i was always studying and didn’t have much of a social life and they probably hardly noticed my boobs since they were always hidden in my loose fitting full coverage dresses. The lack of attention from guys was fine by me.
After i graduated i went from job to job for a while. I fell in love with my now ex husband Todd who worked in the office across from mine when i worked as the assistant to a woman that had a fragrance business.
I married Todd when i was 21 and still a virgin. We had sex on our honey moon. By most peoples standards it was probably boring. We just missionaried for about 5 minutes then he came. It was a little uncomfortable since i was a virgin but Todd only had a 5 inch penis so it didnt hurt really. Since then my sex life has been pretty boring. Todd and i had sex every few months. Just the same old missionary. I guess sex was never really a priority to me and Todd didn’t really do anything to make it one, i mean having his 5 inch cock in me for 5 minutes just never really changed me to crave sex, he never even had an orgasm, but i didn’t know any better either.
When i was 23 my son Josh was born. Ten years after Josh was born Todd left me after a few years of resentment. He said he could not take our boring sex life and walked out. The divorce was pretty devastating to me but, in the last few years Todd and i had grown apart and weren’t very much in love. So there i was a single mom with a ten year old son.
When josh asked why Todd left i told him that i was too boring. He smiled and said
“Well he sure is a dummy, i dont think your boring mom” Josh brightened me up a little bit.
“oh thank you sweetie” i gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
The next few years were tough, i hadn’t been alone in so long. Josh was now 15. Watching Josh blossom into a handsome young man sure did help me get through it though. He was into baseball a lot and had become a very talented player. He had began working out for baseball and was developing some nice muscle and maturing into a very handsome man.
One day i was doing a load of laundry. I took it out of the dryer and sorted Josh’s clothes out into a pile. I folded his pile and took it to his room. I came to his door and was about to walk in when i heard him panting. He was breathing hard and sounded like he was moaning. I slowly turned the nob and cracked the door to see what he was doing and see if he was ok. The sight stun me. He was sitting completely nude on his bed masturbating!!!! And he had a pair of my granny PANTIES i had wore yesterday over his face. I just stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. My eyes became locked on his cock. I quickly covered my moth before i gasped. It was massive. I’m sure Sarah would have called it a pornstar dick because it was so huge, like she did my breasts. It had to be a least 9 inches and his hand couldn’t even fit around the shaft it was so thick. It was throbbing and pre-cum was seeping down it.
I backed away from his door softly closing it and went to my room. I sat on my bed still in shock. My son is masturbating, And using he had my PANTIES. Then the thought of his huge cock jumped into my head. i began to get warm between my legs. The thought of his throbbing cock made me feel like electricity was flowing though my body. Fuck Janet he’s your son you can’t think about you son like that. I ought to talk to him, masturbation is a sin. But what would i saw i watched you masturbate. I decided i should just forget about it.
I went down stairs to do some work to keep my mined off of it. It was difficult though, the heat between my legs was getting hotter. I hadn’t had sex in 5 year since Todd left and that was hardly sex. I figured this must just be pent up sexual frustration from the last 15 years or so. I didn’t actually lust for my son i just was reminded of sex and that’s why this is happening, or at least that was what i was telling myself. I looked up how to deal with sexual frustration online and every blog said masturbate. I had never masturbated before as it is a sin. I was not going to masturbate but the war in my crotch was very strong. I went up stair and took a cold shower and then a few Tylenol PM to try and sleep my hornieness off.
I dreamed of my sons cock. I imagined he took me and ripped my clothes off.
“no josh no” i yelled in the dream
He ripped my panties down and placed his huge dick right outside my pussy.
“No Josh im your mother” i yelled in the dream
Josh lined up and was about to stick it in.
I woke up right before he got it in. My panties were soaked with my juices. Fuck Janet you need to get control of yourself. I went and took another cold shower to get all the juices off me and to get any kind of relief i could. i got dressed in my usually conservative clothing, a full length skirt and a loose sweater. I went down stairs.
“Hey mom” Josh said
My pussy twitched, “H.. hey sweetie”
“I’m going to go sleep over at Kyle’s tonight if thats alright”
my pussy was pouring out juices now and i could feel it dripping down my leg
“thats f..fine sweetie, h..have fun”
Josh came over to hug me. His strong hands clasped my back. i couldn’t handle it my pussy lost control and began spasming, my fingers dug into my back
“Oh my god” i yelled. I was cumming for the first time and i didn’t have any stimulation.
“are you alright mom” josh asked
“oh… aw yes sweetie i just took some Tylenol PM and am a little light headed and thought i was going to fall”
“Alright mom, well if your alright ill see you tomorrow”
“Bye sweetie”
the door slammed and he left. I had just came for the first time and i felt so good. I need to be fucked, i need my sons cock. I am going to seduce him.
I went to my room but to no surprise had not sexy clothes. I didn’t want to be boring, i have a day to prepare. I got in my car and drove to the salon i go to. I need a sexy cut i thought. I got it cut short, just above my shoulders and then died bleach blonde. I then headed straight to the mall. I went Victoria’s Secret and got a few bras, my favorite being a leopard print, strapless pushup bra. I got a matching black thong with a leopard print crotch along with a few other thongs and G strings. I then went to the lingerie section and got a few corsets and so fishnet hose. I was about to check out when i saw a purple night that was sheer from about mid torso down.
I headed to the check out.
“Wow is there a special someone” the cashier said
“Oh yes, after i seduce him” haha
the cashier laughed and handed me my bag.
I had one last stop, i needed a dildo.
I headed to Spencers Gifts, also in the mall.
I walked in and a young girl asked if she could assist me
“yes i need a dildo” i said, it sounded so naughty and strange coming out of my mouth.
she took me to a shelf and said her is our main selection. there was nothing muh over 6 inches.
i leaned over and quietly said “my partner is more like 9 inches do you have anything like that”
“Oh you lucky women” she said with a smile ” we have one” she went to the back and returned handing me the box. it was a big jelly dildo, the box said Cockzilla on the front.
“perfect” i said
I rushed home and took all the bags to my room, i was soo horny. I ripped my clothes off and saw my self in the full length mirror. I looked good, nice firm tits, a round ass. My new blonde hair made me look younger an slutty. Then i laughed, i haven’t trimmed my bush i a while, not really a point when your not having sex. It looked funny my brown bush with my blonde hair. Oh well deal with it tomorrow. i took out the leopard thong and bra and put them on with the fishnets, i looked so hot and was so turned on. i grabbed the dildo and ripped open the box and jumped on my bed. i moved my panties over and placed the head of the cock on my pussy
“oh”
it made my pussy twitch, i slowly put the head in
“Oh fuck” it felt so good
I pushed it in more
“oh my god, so this is what ive been missing”
i got it all the way in and sat there for a second and then started cumming
“FUUUUCCCCKKKKK”
i started pumping fast, my pussy was clenching the cock as i spammed
“i fucking need your cock josh” i yelled “im going to seduce you” i whispered as i slowly pumped the dildo in me as i passed out in exstacy

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A Lily in July

It was the last week of June, and something was about to happen that would change my life forever.

The Switch (Edited & Reposted)

INTRODUCTION: My apologies for all the errors. I hadn’t actually meant to post it when I did. I was still editing when I accidentally posted it. I have been having some computer difficulties. I thank almost everyone for their comments (The exception being the people using stories to post comments looking for chicks? Really! Does that even work??) I am almost done with Chapter 2 (which has some nice twists in it that I hope you’ll like) but stopped to clean up Chapter 1 a little and repost it. I hope that this one is easier to read. Thanks again to all who read and those who commented.
THE SWITCH – CHAPTER ONE
Jessica sat in her room, knuckles white from squeezing the crap out of the small statue she held in her hand. It was the only thing she received from her grandmother’s estate. In fact, it was the only thing she had ever gotten from her mom’s side of the family at all. She barely remembered her grandmother and yet she had made it a point that this little Tiki looking statue go to her granddaughter. It fit perfectly in her hand and she would squeeze it when she got angry. Somehow she always seemed to feel better afterwards. She was so mad at Ryan, her step brother, that she wanted to scream. Their Parents (Jessica’s Father & Ryan’s Mother) were celebrating their one year anniversary and taking a long four day weekend at a vineyard in Northern California, leaving the two of them alone. Their parents left Ryan in charge even though Jessica was two months older, Ryan was the “Responsible One” they said. More like a boring, ass-kissing, frucking Boy Scout oOne, if you asked her. She knew it was a school night and there was no going out on school nights. Those were the rules. No exceptions! Seriously though! Who would know? Their parents were gone and if he didn’t say anything, no one would be the wiser.
Ryan, the little goody-two-shoes, said he would tell if she went out. God! she hated living here. Jessica loved the house. I mean what’s not to love right! The house was huge, swimming pool, game room, home theatre! Great neighborhood! It was the people she couldn’t stand. Her Dad marrying “that woman”. She seemed nice enough and was very pretty. She had a good Job as a Nurse. She wasn’t actually mean but, she never let Jessica get away with anything. It was just that Jessica was used to her previous life, where she was allowed to do what ever she wanted for the most part. Her dad had to work long ours to support them. When he was home, Jessica was “Daddy’s Little Girl” and could do no wrong. Even if she did get into trouble, it was never anything that a smile and some dimples couldn’t get her out of. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Don’t even mention having to move to a different school and make new friends. It took her all year to find and infiltrate the “A list” at her new school. Now to be told she could go out with her friends? Jessica was fit to be tied! She had watched enough CSI shows to know she’d never get away with killing him. They always get caught and with her olive complexion she would look horrible in one of the orange jump suits. She had to figure out something. She had tried everything. She even went as far as offering to set him up with one of her girlfriends. He said no! Seriously, her and her friends were easily four of the hottest girls in school and he said no. She figured he must be gay! There could be no other explanation! Jessica figured she would wait till after dinner and then she would try one more time to convince Ryan to let her go out with her friends.
Ryan was in the kitchen making dinner and muttering to himself. “What a selfish, self centered Bitch! She had no respect for their parents or this house.” The only reason they had the house in the first place was because of the lawsuit from the wrongful death of Ryan’s dad. He was a fireman and when his station responded to a structural fire at a local manufacturing plant, they had no idea that the company had not been disposing of their waste chemicals but merely stockpiling them in the basement until business picked up and they could resume having their waste disposed of properly. No one expected the fire and the fire department had no idea the amount of combustibles that were under them when they entered the building. They place went up like a roman candle taking the lives of two fireman in the process. Ryan’s father was one of them. He would gladly trade everything to have his father back. Even if for only one day.
Jessica’s mother ran off when she was just a baby. Apparently, she was a party girl and felt she was too young when she got pregnant with Jessica, So, she left her with her dad and was never heard from again. Ryan was almost 11 when his father died, It was the day before his 11th birthday, Ryan felt sorry for Jessica at times for not having a mother, but that was no excuse for treating her mother like the hired help in her own house.
Ryan had a good, strong relationship with his mother. He talked to her about everything. He had learned that if he did his chores without being told, got good grades, obeyed his mother rules without argument that he was had earned her trust. Ryan was no Boy Scout mind you! Ok! Well technically he was a Boy Scout, when he was younger. But he had also earned a few new merit badges for partying, carousing and just plain old mischief that they never had in the scouts. As long as he told his mother that he was going to a party, and if there was drinking, he had no curfew so he wouldn’t be tempted to drink and drive. He could also call his mother if he needed a ride. Any time of the night from anywhere and he would never be in trouble. Jessica used manipulation and deceit to get what she wanted and mom would catch her in her lies.
When dinner was ready, Ryan called up to Jessica and began to place the food on the table. When Ryan was younger he and his mom used to cook together when she was home. Sometimes they would spend all day cooking so that way they always had food ready for the rest of the week and as he got older they would take turns cooking. Each of them trying to surprise the other with some new or exotic culinary dish. Tonight he made a nice salad with walnuts and dried cranberries followed by the main course of angel hair pasta with garlic shrimp, tomatoes and zucchini with garlic bread. Nothing too fancy but it was one of Jessica’s favorites! Ok! Maybe he was hoping that this would ease some of the tension from earlier.
Jessica finished washing up and came down stairs for dinner. She immediately noticed that that Ryan had made one of her favorites. She gave a little huff to herself but apparently it was loud enough for Ryan to hear because he raised one eyebrow to her as she sat down. She was still plenty mad at him and wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of thinking that his pathetic attempt at a peace offering was going to work on her. Jessica finished first, rinsed hear plate and placed it in the dishwasher without a word and headed up stairs to her room. Ryan heard her door slam shut.
Ryan had just finished wiping down the table and started the dishwasher when Jessica appeared and judging from her attire she was planning on going out whether she got in trouble or not. Ryan didn’t say a word. He just removed the dish towel from his shoulder and hung it up, walked passed her without so much as looking at her, and turned on the TV. You could feel the tension radiating from every pore of Jessica’s body. Her face became calm and she looked at Ryan with that air of superiority look that he had seen many times before at school, from her and her little “click” of friends, that they would direct at other students and lately she would direct it towards his mother. Jessica’s voice matched her glare to a tee. Obviously something she spent countless hours perfecting. “I am leaving” was all she said. That crap didn’t work with Ryan. He wasn’t about to take the bait. Jessica grabbed the door knob and was about to turn it to leave, when she stopped. She glared at him and spoke again. Aren’t you going to stop me or say anything? Ryan just looked at her calmly and said: “Nope! It’s your choice. I’m not your father and you are aware of the consequences” and just resumed his channel surfing.
Jessica reached into her pocket, squeezing her statue as the anger bubble up inside her. She opened her mouth and blurted the first thing that came to mind. You know, things were better before you and your mom came into our lives! That was it! The last straw! Ryan had had enough! He hated to loose his cool like this. To him anger was emotion over intelligence and usually he was smarter than to allow himself to be pulled down to her level. Please don’t let me stop you from leaving! He shouted to her! That’s when all hell broke loose. Both of them shouting at each other and Jessica dropping the “F” bomb like every third word out of her mouth. As the yelling escalated, the tighter Jessica squeezed the statue in her pocket! The tighter she would squeeze it, the hotter it got, which only help to fuel her own anger. It got to the point were both of them were screaming at the top their lungs at each other, faces beat red with fists clenched tightly. It seemed to go on endlessly, even though it was only for a couple of minutes. Just when their anger seemed to peak, they both seemed to finish their tirade with the exact same sentence! “I wish for once you could see things from my perspective “ As soon as the words left Jessica’s mouth the statue felt as if it was on fire! She released it immediately and it fell to the floor. As it struck the floor, the power went out in the entire house which was immediately followed by a blinding flash of light. Both Ryan and Jessica were knocked off their feet and then everything went dark………..
Ryan woke up feeling as though he’d been hit by a train. All the electricity in the house was out so, he had no idea how long he was unconscious, He shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out. Between the pain and the stars he was seeing, he found it difficult to get his bearings. He tried to make his way to the basement. and got turned around a few times and had to double back. Finally, he found the fuse box, ALL the breakers were triggered. So, one by one, he started to reset each breaker. When he finally flipped the last one he heard a scream from upstairs. Ryan panicked and broke out in a run. The scream he heard did not sound like Jessica. Which could only mean that there was someone else in the house? Ryan bounded up the stairs, down the hall and abruptly came to a halt in the Living Room. There would have been nothing that could have compared the shocked look upon his face with the sole exception of the shocked look on the person that now stood before him. Which was himself!!
Jessica woke up when the TV came on. She had one hell of a headache. She felt like she had a hangover with the memory of the good time. She placed her hand on the fireplace to steady herself as she tried to stand. She put her other hand on the mantle and pulled herself upright. The clocks were all flashing so she had no idea how long she was out. Jessica turned to look at herself in the mirror, then looked behind her and then back at the mirror and screamed. She then pinched herself and slapped her own face, trying to wake herself up. She heard the crash of a door followed by running footsteps down the hall. She turned to face the hall that the footsteps were emanating from, and that’s when she went from shock to horror. As she saw herself round the corner and come skidding to a stop directly before her. Doppelganger was the last though Jessica had before passing out.
Ryan glanced at the mirror and saw Jessica’s reflection and not his own right before he saw himself falling and possibly hitting the fireplace, without thinking he sprung forward in an attempt to catch himself before he fell. He got there in time but neglected to take into account that Jessica’s body was not strong enough to lift his own and they both fell backwards onto the carpet. Ryan tried to move himself onto the couch, mumbling to himself the whole time that either Jessica needed to workout more or he needed to lose weight. Trying to move his 6’2” 205 lb. frame with Jessica 5’6” and maybe 115 lb. body was a bitch!
Ryan went into the bathroom grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it. He went into the medicine cabinet and took out the aspirin. He grabbed two for Jessica and two for himself, which he took immediately, He also got some smelling salts,
Ryan went back down stairs and placed the wash cloth on Jessica‘s head, which was actually his head and he did it with his hands which were really Jessica’s!!! This is just way to freaky he thought to himself. I should be wigging out right now or at least passed out next to Jessica, or myself or whatever. Ryan went through most or the house and set the clocks to the correct time and then went back to check on Jessica.
On his way back he stepped on something! Dam that hurt, he thought to himself while rubbing his foot. Wow, Jessica skin is really soft! Ryan’s feet were pretty rough compared to Jessica’s. Being from Southern California he spent a lot of time outside and at the beach, surfing or playing volleyball where you can’t help but get thick skinned. Ryan reached down and retrieved the item from the floor. It was about 3” long and maybe ¾ in diameter little statue that kind of reminded him of the ones he read about on Easter Island. Funny he had never seen it before so he placed it on the end table to avoid stepping on it again. Jessica was still out so he broke open the smelling salts and waved it under her/his nose.
Jessica nearly jumped out of her skin when she inhaled the ammonia smell. The first words out of her mouth were, of course, “What the fuck is going on here?” Jessica was getting more panicked with each passing moment. Ryan, unsure of what to say at this moment, saw the tears welling in her eyes, actually, it was his eyes and he was having a difficult time himself not freaking out. He made a mental note to himself to make sure he didn’t cry in front of anyone. He was hoping that it was just Jessica’s mannerism on his body that made him kind of wimpy. Not a good look for him. Ryan pulled Jessica into him, hugging her and rocking her while gently caressing her head. Ryan pulled a tissue off the end table and handed it to Jessica who took it and started dabbing her eyes with it. As her sobs slowed she said “I must look like a raccoon” and blew here nose. Ryan just said “she looked handsome and that luckily he wasn’t wearing mascara today.” Jessica gave him a light smack on his shoulder; Ryan could actually feel her smiling.
After about ten minutes, Ryan suggested that they get some sleep, it was almost 1:30 in the morning and they had school tomorrow. They were both physically and emotionally exhausted. Jessica tried to argue with him but she lacked the strength and conviction to put up much of a fight. As they walked up stairs, it suddenly occurred to Jessica to ask about the sleeping arrangements. Ryan thought about it for a few moments then suggested that he sleep in her room and she sleep in his. That way if we wake up in our own beds then we would know if we switched back. If not, then nothings changed and we can try to figure out what happened and why with clearer heads. “I don’t know about you” Ryan said. “But I still have a headache.” Jessica nodded in agreement as Ryan helped her to his room. He pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and a large soft t-shirt for her to sleep in, Ryan said goodnight and left his room and headed for Jessica’s room.
Jessica was too tired to even think about what happen today. She could barely keep her eyes open. She just stripped off her clothes put on the shorts and shirt Ryan had set out for her and flopped on the bed without even shutting off the light. She had only one fleeting thought as she got comfortable, Boy this bed is comfortable. She would have to sweet talk her Dad into getting her one of these, and then she was asleep.
Ryan walked into Jessica’s room and flipped on the light. Holy Crap! He muttered out loud to himself. The Room was a mess. I appeared that Jessica had tried on several outfits before deciding on the one what he now had on. Each previously outfit that was deemed unworthy was discarded hap-hazzardly on the floor. Ryan was in no mood to deal with this right now so he just flipped off the light and started peeling off clothes. He figured he would just go “commando“, which he usually did in the summer anyway. Everything was fine until he tried to take off the bra. Now it’s one thing to take a girls bra off of her when you were making out. He had done it many times before. Taking one off you was proving to be much more difficult and dangerous than he expected, He fell over twice trying to reach up behind himself with his hand while twisting his upper body. Fed up, Ryan walked across the hall to ask Jessica for help seeing that the light was still on. Jessica? Could you….” was all he got out. He saw himself passed out on the bed. He went over and covered her with a blanket and turned off the light. Ryan, frustrated at this point just pulled the shoulder straps off and slid the bra over his hips and he grabbed the underwear as he passed in one swoop and tossed then on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He crawled into bed and lay on his back and closed his eyes.
After the bra debauchery, Ryan found his mind wandering. The implications of what happened were just known beginning to sink in. He tried to recall all the movies he had seen where they traded bodies. Most were stupid and very unbelievable! Although Ryan had to admit that he found them quite believable now!! There had to be at least a dozen of them. Most with father and sons or mother’s and daughter’s changing places He recalled that one with Rob Snyder, although the title escaped him. He was 15 when he saw it then and remembered thinking what he would do in that situation. Ryan had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a girl, to be able to have multiple orgasms! When he was 15 it was not uncommon for him the Jack-off 3-4 times a day! If he could’ve had multiple orgasms back then, he doubted he would have ever left his room. EVER!! Now he had more self control than when he was 15 but his fantasy was just as alluring as ever. Even more so now that something, which was so far out of the realm of possibilities, was now at his very finger tips.
Ryan was literally shaking just thinking about touching Jessica’s body, which he now occupied. To feel what a woman feels! He was actually starting to freak himself out. Ryan had only though about Jessica’s body and her looks once and that was the first time he met her almost 2 years ago. She was Hot! But once he found out what a stuck-up brat she was, it turned him off completely! It wasn’t until that moment that he truly understood what the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” meant. Ryan based all his views of women on his observations of his mother. Charlotte, his mother, was a beautiful woman both inside and out. Ryan just assumed that beauty was created inside a person and radiated outward. That beauty was a reflection of the type of person they were, which made everything they did seem beautiful. A balanced of beauty, grace and harmony within one’s self. That was the main reason why Ryan rarely ever dated. He had yet to find someone with that balance that he was looking for. There were girls that he was friends with that had inner beauty but saw themselves as flawed or unattractive, it was their own insecurities that made them less attractive. Not their perceived outward appearance.
Ryan calmed himself and slowly lowered his hands to her breasts. His own excitement and anticipation was causing sensory overload. For no sooner had his fingertips touch her nipples that her body shuddered with what he could only assume was his first orgasm. He couldn’t decide which he was enjoying more? Was it the feel of her nipples between his fingertips or the feel of his soft fingers playing with her nipples? He released her nipple from his left hand and trailed is fingers down between her breasts, down over her stomach. He was panting softly as he stopped just above her mound. She had her pubic hair trimmed short in a long narrow landing strip. His toes were curling with anticipation. Ryan took his middle finger and placed at the very bottom of her slit and pushed in ever so gentry. As soon as he did that, he felt a small trickle of fluid run down between his cheeks. “Oh My God!” Ryan gasped. With all the new sensations he was having, he hadn’t realized that he was soaking wet. He brought his finger to his lips and he tasted himself. It tasted sweet with a slight tang to it. He had performed oral sex before; in fact he quite enjoyed it. There was nothing like the feeling he got from giving a girl multiple orgasms. Like snow flakes, no two tasted alike.
Ryan move his finger back to the bottom of her labia and gently eased up her slit. His right hand still gently tweaking and pinching her right nipple. As his finger drew nearer to her clit, Ryan used a little more pressure sinking in a little farther and gave a slight flick to her clit as his finger slid over it. That was all it took. His hips raised up instinctively causing even more pressure. His body convulsed and shook uncontrollably as he felt like he was being electrocuted with pure pleasure. It wasn’t until now that he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation. Between his lungs gasping for air and his body still twitching from the orgasm, he felt as though he might pass out. Ryan just lay their catching his breath.
Holly Shit! He thought to himself, this was better than he had ever imagined and he hoped he was just getting started. Ryan definitely wanted to figure out what had caused this bizarre phenomenon but, all sense of urgency was gone. He definitely needed time to explore this further. There was a large wet spot beneath him but, he didn’t care. He just rolled over to one side and closed his eyes and actually fell asleep smiling.
To be Continued…………

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READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Moons and Roses

I remember the first time our eyes caught each others. I was sitting at a bar, not paying attention at all to the majesty before me. Not in till I wondered what such a beautiful woman was doing in a piss smelling bar. Red roses crawled up her right arm like tree roots, permanently staining her skin. The left one plain and innocent from the needles touch. She wore a stringed red tank top, which had lace trim on the top and bottom ends. Long wavy onyx hair cover her pale shoulders She was on the other side of the bar, yet she must have felt my eyes looking at her. Her eye’s flickered up to me from her beer. Eyes, they were stunning, a deep blue, so blue I found myself drowning. Is she looking at me? I wondered, unable to look away. We stared at each other intensely for what felt like hours. She quickly looked away, her face turning slightly red. With haste, she got up and threw some money on the counter, and walked away.
I did not realize what happened till the door closed, and my eyes were cut off from her thin figure. What… Just- FUCK, I jumped of the stool and it fell behind me with a loud thud, and ran out the door. The bartender yelling after me. I looked each way, but the nights shroud absorbed her, and she was gone. I went back in, and got drunk even more, from being angry at myself for not talking to her.
I came back the next night, same time, and waited for two hours for her. She did not show. My heart ached, and I felt like an idiot for thinking she would come back. Fuck me, fuck this piss stained place, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m an id-
“If you’re not going to buy anything, Luna,” The bartender interrupted myself scolding, “Get out, I have customers who want to sit.”
I looked up at him, slightly startled, “Shocktop. N-no, stronger. Whiskey? Scotch? Just get me drunk.” The bartender rolled his eyes and shrugged. He put on the table a shot glass full of a caramel colored liquid. I snagged it greedily and chugged it, I’m going to die, I thought instantly as the vile liquid washed over my tongue. I stopped drinking after that shot, feeling sick from the taste and how it burned my stomach. The bartender’s shift was over and switched with Jack’s, who was a old friend and served me yesterday, “Hey,” I called him, and he looked at me eyebrows raised in question, “That girl yesterday sitting there,” I pointed to the corner, “Who was she?”
“The one with the rose sleeve?” He leaned over the counter closer to me, so we both could hear better over the loud chatting. I nodded, “Umm, I don’t know. I’ve seen her at Vince’s before, a waitress. Why? Do you like her, Luna?” He smiled, a teasing smile, “You don’t even know who she is, let alone if she is gay or not!”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, feeling cocky, “I’ll make her then.” With that I got up and left, heading to my apartment. My thoughts were full of her when I was laying in bed. Of me ravishing her, and all the things I would do. I found myself too turned on to sleep, so I slide my hand under my panties, and closed my eyes. I imagined it was her that was in my panties, slowly rubbing, and sliding her figures into me. I started out slow, and sped up, as did my heart. When I felt myself cumming I moan escaped me, and the release left me numb with pleasure. My fingers were sticky, and I decided to leave my hand in my pants and fell asleep.
A rainy cold morning came as it always did in Baltimore, but I enjoyed it. I opened my macbook and Googled Vince’s. It was an Italian fine dining restaurant, I don’t have any fine clothes, and it was a few miles from where my apartment stood. I got up and opened my closet, and hummed to myself as I looked for something decent. Almost everything was dark of color, maybe this? I pulled out a dark red, loose turtle neck, ugly aren’t you? I put it back and moved it aside, and kept doing that till I was on the last article of clothing. A simple black shirt, no design, loose, cozy, and sleeves stop at the bicep. I winced and put it on. I put on dark blue skinny jeans, which had a steel chain sewn on it. I pulled off the chain, but it left a white shredded area near my waist. It actually made it look better, a vintage look, and I put on calf length, grey leather boots. Too much Black and grey, I thought, so I took out a bright yellow scarf and a tan jacket and set them on the bed. I went to the bathroom and put on makeup, just mascara, some face powder, and a light lipstick, that almost matched my lip color, but made my lips glow. My auburn short hair was matted from sleep. I got out some gel and formed a fohawk, Oh my dear god I look like a stereotypical lesbian, and too trashy for a fine restaurant. I laughed at myself, and I quickly brushed my hair down and to the side and made it look like a pixi-cut. I raised my hands in frustration and waved myself off, fuck me.
I put on the jacket and scarf, and looked at myself in the mirror, I look like an idiot. The more I stayed home, the more I became pessimistic about everything. I grabbed my umbrella and ran out the door.
I decided to walk because Vince’s doesn’t open for another hour and a half. The restaurant had a few people already seated, when I came in. There was stunning artwork on the wall from local artiest I knew. The walls where a mahogany, mostly, but what made it stand out from other restaurants was the dark red brick that merged into some of the wooden walls. The floor had a ‘V’ shaped design, different wood types, going in leading to the greeter’s station. Even the greeter’s station was a magnificent woodwork, a family crest cut into the front and waterfalls and forests on the side. The crest had a large sleeping bear that was covered with the Italian flag, and the above it saying the Family name and below a motto, but both written in Italian.
“How many?” The greeter asked smiling, dragging me out my contemplation of my surrounding.
“Just me,” I started following her through a small hall, “Um, is there a girl here black hair, roses tattooed on her right arm?” I asked, half expecting ‘yes’, and the other half ‘no’. I sucked in my lips, and prayed to whatever god there is out there.
“Oh, yeah, you mean Rose?” The Greeter glanced back while walk.Rose. My heart skipped beats, “Yes, Is her shift today?”
The Greeter nodded, “Yeah, do you want me to put you in her area?”YES, YES, YES, YES, “Yes.” I said coolly, barely containing my excitement.
I was sitting at a couples table on the side of a large room. The couples table had red tablecloths, and the changed color with size, from blue, white, and a royal purple. I looked outside, a narrow tall window, that was wired with swirling dull bronze design. An aroma hit me, a sweet aroma, which made my mouth water. I looked away from the window and the source of the smell and I saw her, I was drowning again, and I smiled. A normal smile, I wasn’t trying my best not to scare her off. She had a white blouse and light flare jeans that hugged her hips, and her long black hair in a wild loose pony tail.
Rose seemed startled but quickly regained her cool, “Uh, Hello welcome to Vince’s, what would you like to drink?” Her facial expression was relaxed, and her eyes too, but her red cheeks betrayed her.
“Just water, Thank you.”
She came back a few short moments later. Her hand was slightly shaking, almost unnoticeable, she placed the glass down never looking away from my eyes, “Have you decided what you wanted to eat?”You’re pussy, my body tingled with excitement, “I don’t know,” I admitted, “I wasn’t looking at the menu. Your beauty distracted me too much.”
A smile flashed across Roses face, and left as fast as it came, “Chicken Alfredo, it is?” Her face growing in color.
“Why not.” I smiled back, acting as casual as my body could will me. She left, but glanced back at me before disappearing around the corner. Thirty minutes, or so, went by, and Rose returned with my plate. She leaned across the table to move the salt and pepper shakers from the windows edge to the table. For a few brief seconds her magnificent breasts, not too big or small just perfect, where hanging in front of me. Her breathing rapid and nervous, just as mine. The sweet smell was rapped all around her and my mouth watered, and instantly I imagined her and me fucking, again.
When she was standing we were looking at each other, I was holding every fiber of myself back from grabbing her and taking her here on the table, “Would you like anything else?”
I focused on the glass of water, trying to get my mind of ripping of her shirt and bra to reveal her breasts, “When do you get of shift?” I startled myself out how fast and excited I said that, so much for keeping it cool.
“Three… Hours,”
I nodded, not looking at her so she doesn’t feel like a piece of meat, “Okay, thank you.” With that Rose left, and my eyes followed her out. She was thin, but still had amazing curves. I ate not paying attention to my food, daydreaming about sucking her breasts, clit, and other things. I finished without realizing, and Rose brought my check when she saw I was done.
I took out a fifty from my wallet, but realized that would be a 29 dollar tip, and she might think I’m trying to booty call her. I decided eight dollars was a subtle amount. On the back of a copy receipt was her phone number. I grabbed it and shoved it in my pocket, giddy with excitement, and got up and left. On the way out Rose was walking past me, and our hands brushed. My whole left side tingled from the contact, we both looked back at each other smiling.
I sat on a bench outside, umbrella resting on my shoulder as rain tried to attack me, and I played on my phone. I remembered to add her phone number before I lost the paper, I resisted texting her knowing she is at work. An hour and a half later Rose came out of the restaurant wearing a red A&F hoodie, she was walking towards me. I sucked in my lips and moved over in the bench so she could sit in the dry area. She sat down next to me, our thighs touch and even that sent me on a hormonal craze.
“Rose.” She said staring at me, her voice smooth, soft, and clear.
“I know, Luna,” I smiled, then corrected myself, “Err, I mean, Elise Lunova, but everyone calls me Luna.”
“Well, it is an awesome last name,” She smiled back at me, and looked around then shifting closer, “I don’t know you, but… I,” Her face grew frustrated, “I just… I’m sorry I sound, I sound stupid.” She looked down to the wet ground.
I chuckled, “I thought it was I, who was stupid, chasing someone who I don’t know. Why are you out her so early?”
Rose looked back up at me, just staring at me for a few seconds before reply, “Launch break, I saw you out here, thought I might join you. We don’t know each other, but I would like to change that.”
The last bit of the sentence repeated in my head over and over, my mind overloaded and all I could manage to say was a stammered, “Yeah.” Her launch break was fifteen minutes, and me and Rose talked about as much as we could, in that short time. Our favorite music, books, and movies, we had a lot in common which made me crave her even more.
She looked at her watch, “I really must go.” She grinded and started walking away.
“I’ll wait here,” I waved at her before she left to go inside Vince’s. When the doors closed the reflection it showed of me startled me Is that really me. I’ve been called sexy or beautiful by other girls before, but never has such a beautiful woman liked me. I waited, not playing with my phone, or anything, just staring at the door for her to come out. With each passing minute I missed her more, and my heart was aching by the time she left. She walked out of the restaurant, wearing a sewn hat which had ears and looked like a monkey, her red A&F hoodie, and matching red Tom shoes. I got up as fast as I can, and ran towards her to shield her from the never ending rain, “Do you have a car?”
She started walking, “No, I walk. Care to join me?” Her whole face was red, from blushing and the cold weather. I removed my yellow scarf and gave it to her. She smiled and nodded in return.
“What kind of question is that? You don’t have an umbrella, and just I waited 3 hours for you.” I made a face and laughed, not know at what I was laughing, just laughing for the hell of it. It was seven p.m. but already dark, when we stopped at the foot of her apartments stairs. It was an older complex compared to the other, but tall structure still stood strong and tall, “So,” I looked down and kicked the ground lightly, “This is goodbye?” I looked back up with raised eyebrows.
Rose took a few steps up and looked down to me, “How about we watch a movie?” She suggested the best idea ever.
I contained my grin “Sure what movie?”
“Does it matter,” Rose grabbed my hand and lead my up to her apartment.
I was sitting on her tan leather couch, while she loaded the Note Book, my hand still tingling from her holding it. Her living room was small, and had a lot of décor. A glass coffee table full of books and magazines, tan walls, with one wall painted brown, shelves full of vases and pictures of family. The small room was just cluttered from all of it, but the size made everything seems cozy. She turned off the lights and joined me on the couch. She started out sitting upright to the right of me, but it ended with her head on my shoulder and arms wrapped around my right arm. I stopped paying attention to the movie, and worked on courage to make a move. I was nervous that I might go to fast, and she would get uncomfortable. Half way in the movie I couldn’t hold myself back, and didn’t care about being nervous. I moved my left hand across my thighs, to hers, and just rested my hand mid-thigh. Her muscle was tense but softened within a few seconds, then I continued slowly moved my hand up and inward towards her crotch. It was warm, and I began to slowly rub my hand around that area, and going down to the thigh and back up. Her breathing was quickening and shaking, along with mine. We were staring into each other’s eyes as I undid the pants button and zipper, and slid my hand in. I slowly rubbed my index and middle fingers on the outside of her panties, going in circles then changing the pattern randomly. Her eyes were now closed, her head tilted back, and lips partly open. Her breasts moved up and down as her breathing got heavier, and a light moaned escaped her. I stopped and pulled my hand out, staring at her. She opened her eyes and looked back, looking slightly irritated I stopped.
Rose got up and pulled me up, then moved her hands to the back of my head and pulled me closer to her face. Our lips touched and parted for our tongues, which explored each other’s mouths and wrapped themselves together like two serpents. I have never felt such an explosion of ecstasy from kissing someone, but the feeling Rose gave me made my legs shake and almost collapse. Rose held me by my forearms so I wouldn’t fall, “How about we go to my bed.” Her voice rough from heaving breathing, I nodded and let her lead.
I didn’t pay attention to the décor of the room, I just grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her against the bed, “Don’t move.” I said removing my socks, pants, and shirt, leaving only bra and underwear on. She lifted her head to look at me, I quickly got on top of her and pushed her head back, “I said don’t move.”
I began to kiss her again, and let our tongues dance. I got to my knees on the soft the bed, and removed her pants slowly, kissing her thigh and going down alone with the pants. When the pants came off I threw them against the wall, and started to make my way back up. Kissing her calf, knee, thigh, I slowly brushed my lips and nose against her crotch teasing her, then to her belly button and breasts. I removed her jacket, and white t-shirt underneath.
Rose put the palm of her hand against my stomach and rubbed inward towards my crotch. I leaned in to kiss her. Her hands slid under my panties and she began to slowly rub my clit in, “You’re so wet.”
I moved my hand under her underwear and did the same, “As are yo-” A moan escaped my lips, and for a moment I was overwhelming, by a goddess in front of me, kissing me, and rubbing my clitoris. I almost came there, but held it back. I balanced myself on my knees while she rubbed, and I removed her bra. She stopped and followed me, and then removed my underwear for me and hers. I embraced her, causing her to fall back on her back again. I kissed her neck and slowly rubbed the inside of her thigh, and my lips traveled down to her nipples and I began to suck on them. She began to moan again, louder with each following moan. I stopped sucking her nipples, and stared at her, watching her face. I shoved a finger in her warm wet vagina, and another, I tried a third but it was too tight and she began to look uncomfortable. I quickly went back to two and slowly slid in and out of her, exploring her. I watched her breathing, pacing my thrusts with her breath strokes. Her moans were growing louder and longer, and her fingers began to scratch my back. Her breathing became harsh, fast, and heavy, and her back arched slightly. There was one last long loud moan, which vaguely sound like my name, and her pelvis shot up and down, and her legs curled in along with her fingers and toes. Her whole body became one spasm event, and her long nails cut my back. The whole time I didn’t stop shoving my fingers in and out of her. When her vagina relaxed and her body was calm again, she opened her eyes wide and a large grin spread across her face. I smiled back, proud that I made her orgasm.
She grabbed my waist and rolled me over to my back, “That was amazing, actually amazing doesn’t even cover it.” She whispered with a ragged breath. She grabbed my hand I used to fuck her with and licked of all her cum off, she did it slowly and sexy. She put my hands over my head and scooted herself down, she played with my dark pubes. Curling them and drawing designs, “Did I tell you I liked your pubes?”
I felt the blood rush to my face, “I should of shaved, most girls don’t like it I’m-”
“Shhh.” She hushed me softly and moved her body down. Her figures slid inside me slowly, and then her tongue became a blanket over my citreous. She licked to the rhythm of how fast she put her fingers in and out. She changed her pattern and sucked, and would go back and forth. She moaned alone with me, which made everything feel even better. The pressure built up along with our moans. When I could hold it in anymore, I screamed, and she kept going. Not stopping even after I reached climax, she continued to suck and thrust, moaning with me. The sensation was so good, I came again, and again.
When I was finally done of my multi-climax she slid her fingers out and laid down next to me. Resting her head on my shoulder with her arm across my body. She stared at me, it was an innocent stare, but awestruck, as one would be staring at a colorful grand cathedral. We didn’t say anything for the fear of ruining the moment, so I just stared into her wide ocean eyes, total bliss. We both feel asleep at the same time, holding each other, our legs intertwined, and a large red poofy blanket wrapped up closer together.

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White Prison bitch

I’m a white guy that loves Black cock and this is the story of how I found that out. This is a true story and it is me that this happened to. So enjoy.
Me I was 18, just got outta school and got into trouble. And was sent to prison. Now up to this point I was straight or at least I thought so. I was very white with a small dick and a pretty nice sized ass. Well for the first 2 days I steered clear of the showers because of the stories I had heard. On the 3rd day I got up early and the was a huge shower room in a bay of 50 guys. There were only a few guys up at that time. So I went into the shower room.
I was all alone. A couple minutes later 3 black guys came in. And started taking a shower. When they took they’re towels off I was stunned. All 3 had huge cocks that hung at least half way down they’re thighs. At the time I didn’t understand it. But my little cock got hard. and I couldn’t take my eyes off these lovely huge black cocks. I started soaping my ass for some reason and kept bending over when I did so. And it was getting the proper response I was looking for because all of they’re cocks got bigger. They were so huge. he one guy smiled at me as he was soaping up his cock. he started stroking it and signaled for me to turn around and show him my ass again. And I did as I was told.
Then one of the other guys told me to spread my ass cheeks so he could see my hole. And I found myself obeying. When I did he said “damn thats some nice white ass”. and I swear I blushed. The first guy came over to me. The third guy went close to the shower room door and was looking out to see if anyone was coming. The first guy said. Ever suck a cock before. And I said no. He said well you can’t take your s eyes off it. Go ahead and touch it. And I did. It was so big and hard. I was in utter amazement.
He looked right at me and said now get on your knees and put it in your mouth. I didn’t even pause I did as I was told. I put the tip in my mouth and tasted the pre-cum. And it tasted so good. Next thing I knew I was sucking the shit outta that big black cock. And loving every minute of it. While I was sucking it I heard another voice telling me to get on my hands and knees. Now this scared the shit outta me. because when I looked around.
The guy behind me’s cock was at least 12 inches of rock hard cock. But I got on my hands and knees because he said he just wanted to rub it up and down my ass. He rub it up and down a couple times and then I felt the tip enter and I went to get up. I got slammed to the floor on my stomach. He had his full weight on me. And said. Now don’t move. the more you move the more it’s gonna hurt. I was so scared. but at the same time my tiny cock was rock hard. I felt the tip slide into my ass. God it hurt so bad. And then He slowly pushed it in it felt like my ass had riped apart I was in so much pain.
When I felt his balls smashed against my ass cheeks I knew he was balls deep inside my virgin ass. And he kept it there for what seemed like ever. After awhile he slowly pulled out some and then back in. The pain started going away. And it was at that point I knew my life would never be the same. He fucked my white tight virgin little ass for what seemed like ever and it got so hard inside my ass. With one last ram he shot a huge load of cum deep inside me. and I was in heaven. He said now My friends are gonna fuck you too. He was holding me down for the next guy and I told him he didn’t have to I would let them fuck me without a fight. And he said good little bitch. I got up on my hands and knees and the next guy got behind me. and stuffed that big beautiful black cock inside me. It felt so good. I looked up at the other and told him I wanted to suck his cock while his buddy fucked me. and he got down in front of me and I sucked his cock
like the starving little white fuck toy that I was. While his friend assaulted my sore asshole with his wonderful black cock. But the time I was done all three of them had fucked me and shot they’re loads deep in my asshole. And the first guy even came again in my mouth. I walked in that shower a Straight white guy that was 18. I walked out a white feminine black mans fuck toy. And knew that I had found what I had been missing all my life.
After that I couldn’t get enough black cock. And my new friends help supply many for me to have. When I got out I continued with my craving for Black cock. White men no matter what size they’re cocks are cannot fuck like a black man. Black men are dominant and sexy as fuck. And have made me realize that I may have a dick but I’m truly a women. My dick is just a large clit. And my ass and mouth were made to serve a black mans cock.
Any white man that feels he is lacking something in his life should find a black man to fuck him just one time. And I guarentee that Once you’ve been fucked by a big black cock you will feel complete and will want it again and again. You will not be able to get enough. And there are plenty of black men out there that like nothing more than a juicy white ass to fuck

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Games Rich People Play

First I would like to take this opportunity to appologize for the way I wrote my first 2 stories and I’m going to have them deleted.
Jims bored, he has everything a man could ever want and what he doesn’t have he buys, that’s the curse of being filthy rich so how does a rich guy combat the boredom? most rich bored people turn to drugs but that almost always ends with an early death and at 40 Jims not ready to die yet. After a lot brainstorming Jim figures out how to beat the boredom and he comes up with an plan.
Over the next few weeks Jim puts the final touches on his master plan and sets out to find the first of many victims. Jim starts hanging out at unemployment offices when he see the perfect target, Jessica is a single mom of 2 teenage boys who just lost her job and burned through all of her savings and now she can’t make the rent. Over the next few days Jim finds out everything about her from where she grew up, wich schools she attended, wich jobs she’s had, etc, etc and he follows her around staying out of sight watching as she applies for jobs and fortunately for Jim she isn’t hired for any of them.
It’s the end of the month and rents is due so Jim enters her apartment building and from a distance sees Jessica crying asking the land lord for a few extra days to pay the rent, the land lord says ” I’ll tell you what honey maybe you and I can work out a deal, if you take care of me I’ll pretend you payed the rent this month “. The land lord is in his late fifties, extremly fat with a small hunch on his back, in other words ” not attractive “, before Jessica says anything Jim interupts the conversation and say ” Jessica? oh my god it’s been so long, it’s me Jim don’t you remember me? we used to be neighbors, what’s wrong Jessica why are you crying? ” the land lord say ” Jessica here can’t pay the rent so we are trying to work something out ” Jim offers to pay the landord Jessicas rent for the next 5 months in advance wich the land lord quickly accepts.
Jim offers to takes Jessica for a coffee to catch up and a grateful Jessica agrees, while drinking their coffees Jessica thanks Jim at least 50 times for paying the rent and promises to pay him back but Jim says ” no, no there’s no need to pay me back I’m just really glad to see you again after all these years and I’m more than happy to help an old friend ” Jessica says ” I’m sorry but I can’t for the life of me remember you ” Jim uses everything he learned about her and tells her how they grew up together and how they went to elementary school together for the first 5 years before he had to move away with his family. Jessica feeling more comfortable now tells Jim about her 2 teenage boys James { 16 } and Joshua { 17 } and everything that’s happened to her up to this point and Jim tells her a fake story about his life.
Over the next few days Jim doesn’t give Jessica any money but he pays all of her other expenses and that’s when Jim makes his move, he says ” It’s too bad that nobody is hiring these days, I know you would be a great employee ” he then says ” like I said you don’t have to pay me back but I wandering if you can help me with something, I’ve been looking for an actress to work on a project ” before Jessica can say anything Jim says ” It’s an hour of work and I’ll pay you $2000 dollars ” Jim explains that he makes a lot of money doing erotic videos for couples who want to see certain acts on film. He tells her that she would wear a mask so nobody would no who she is and the only ones who will watch the film are the couple who ordered it, he then says ” you don’t have to answer right now, take some time and then give me your answer ” but Jessica say ” $2000 dollars for 1 hour of work and I’ll be wearing a mask so no one will know its me, ok you helped me so much so I’ll do this for you “.
On Saturday Jim brings Jessica to a studio where she sees a large camera and a couch, next to the couch is a divider wall with a small hole in it. Jim tells her that for this particular video the couple wants to see a masked woman sit on the couch and that 2 men will be on the other side of the divider wall. the 2 men will also be wearing masks, 1 of the men will place his penis through the hole and all Jessica has to do is stroke and suck it until the man cums, then the second man will place his penis through the hole where again Jessica will stroke and suck it until he cums. Jim says ” my only rule is that neither Jessica or the 2 men say anything ” then he tells Jessica ” you don’t have to naked if you don’t want to be ” and he gives her $2000 dollars in cash. Jessica says ” she’ll take everything off except her underwear ” putting the money in her purse she puts on a mask with 3 holes, 2 for the eyes and 1 for the mouth then takes off her clothes and sits on the couch.
Jim makes a call and a few minutes later 2 men alreay wearing masks enter the studio and he says ” remember boys you can’t say a word ” and the 2 men take their positions on the other side of the divider wall. Jim gets the camera and moves so that he can film both sides of the divider wall and says ” action ” one of the men takes his pants off and places his already hard cock through the hole where Jessica starts to stroke it with her hand before placing it in her mouth and sucking it. She sucks it until the man cums in her mouth wich Jessica spits out on the floor. The second man takes off his pants and then places his cock through the hole and once again Jessica strokes it then putting it in her mouth starts to suck it for a while until the man cums in her mouth wich she again spits out on the floor.
Jim stops filming and after the 2 men get dressed they leave the studio, Jim then goes to Jessica who takes off her mask and he says ” wow that was a great, the couple who ordered this video are really going to be happy with your preformance ” Jim says ” I hate to do this but just for legal purposes I need you to sign this contract wich states that I didn’t force you to do this and that you were payed for your preformance ” after getting dressed Jessica signs the contract. Jim smiles and thanks Jessica and says ” Here’s a bonus for doing such a great job ” and he gives her another $1000 dollars, he drives her home and says ” I have to take care of some buisness so I’ll be out of town but I’ll see you as soon as possible ” and after saying goodbye he drives off.
A few days later Jessica recieves a pre-payed package from UPS, inside the package is a portable dvd player with a dvd already inside and a note that reads from your old friend Jim. She goes to her bedroom and watches the dvd wich shows the studio where she made the movie but the time counter shows this dvd was filmed 1 hour before she got there. She see’s her 2 sons James and Joshua standing outside the studio and then putting on masks, the screen then goes black for a second and then it shows the inside of the studio with the words hidden cam in light blue on the bottom of the screen. Jessica watches herself put on the mask and then remove her clothing and sit on the couch, it then shows her 2 kids enter the room.
With tears in her eyes she watches herself sucking her older and yonger sons cocks and spitting their sperm on the floor. The screen goes black again and then it shows a page of the contract she signed with a section highlighted in yellow that states that the moment she signed the contract she gave up her right to take any legal action against Jim. The dvd then goes black but Jessica hears a boy speaking, the boy says ” hey James and Josh, you won’t believe this but I know this chick that will suck anyones cock for free do you boys want to meet her? ” and she hears her 2 sons say ” hell yes, if she sucks for free then we definately want to meet her “.
THE END

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The Power Lineman

It was a hot humid day in August. The rain had started sometime during the night and knocked out the power. I woke drenched in sweat, stumbling around the house searching for a flashlight. I hate living in the south in the summer and Georgia was extremely brutal this time of year especially without air conditioning. I made a call to Georgia Power and got the usual dead computer voice,… crew is in the area blah, blah, blah… your power should be restored by 8 PM!!

The Business – Chapter Two

A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. In this chapter: The new slave, Patrick, meets his master and receives a new name. Meanwhile, Dazzle make a terrible mistake and pays the price, but will Basil come to his rescue? Pink learns a lesson in obedience.. from Lotus?