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I never thought I’d cheat on my wife. I never thought it could happen. But if you look at it from my side, it’s kind of her fault. I mean, she’s the one who insisted on bringing Lacey into our house. I’d been opposed to the idea, and made sure she knew it. But did she listen to me? So now I’m getting fucked silly by a girl half my age, and it really is mostly my wife’s fault.

Judge for yourself.

We had just finished joint careers in the Air Force. My wife, Carol, had done her twenty and retired, at thirty-nine. I was thirty-three with fifteen years invested. Twelve of those years, we’d been married to each other, in addition to the year and half we’d dated before marriage. We had the option of me staying in for five more years to get a retirement check, or getting out and making more money than I could hope to see from Uncle Sam. Easy choice. We took our savings and went house hunting in the area where I was born. My wife had always loved the area (she had grown up in Pennsylvania, while I was from Michigan) and had no ties to her own youth. We found a wonderful house: lots of privacy thanks to the woods surrounding the property, large backyard with an in-ground pool, not too old, and only one owner. I saw the money we were saving when I noticed new appliances and carpeting from a recent remodeling effort, while my wife fell in love with the multiple walk-in closets. It was a sweet deal, as the homeowner had just retired himself, and wanted to move to a warmer clime. We signed the paperwork and were moved in less than a month later.

On the day we assumed ownership, the departing homeowner walked me around the property while his wife showed Carol around the house. Theo showed me the tools and lawn equipment that he was leaving behind in the carriage house in the rear of the property. The carriage house was about a hundred feet behind the house, it was built in the shape of a shortened “T” with a loft in both of the wings, and catwalk along the back wall, connecting them to one another. Theo led me up to the lofts, and showed me his secret. In the loft nearest the house, he had a small telescope set up in a window. He told me to take a look through it, and when I did, I realized that I had a perfect view of the pool. With the adjusting wheel, I was able to look at the chairs and tables by the pool as if I was only a few feet away, instead of closer to one hundred. I remembered thinking, as we walked around the pool, that it was exceptionally private. There were trees that blocked the pool from most of the rearward facing windows in the house, and a privacy fence surrounded the other three sides, including the ground-floor windows of the carriage house. Theo winked conspiratorially, and said that when visitors used the pool, he could peek at them from here for as long as he wanted, without their knowledge. He told me it was amazing what people could do when they thought no one could see them. He adjusted the telescope slightly, and told me to take another look. This time, the view was right through the window of the master bedroom.

He also showed me that he had run water and sewage lines to the building, in addition to the electrical lines, in the event he ever got around to remodeling the building to rent as an apartment. He’d never had the time or energy to accomplish that, but with a small investment and some sweat-equity, it could be done. He winked again, and advised to put up some good blinds if we ever got around to renting the place out. I smiled back politely, but in fact, the idea seemed a perfect way to milk my vacation before returning to a “real job”. Carol already had a job lined up, and would be making enough to handle the mortgage and some of our bills, while her retirement check and my unemployment pay could handle the rest without dipping further into our savings.

Within a few weeks of our moving into the new house, we had completed our unpacking, and were looking at doing some minor remodeling of our own. Nothing major-just repainting some rooms, and wallpapering a couple of other rooms which weren’t to our taste. While Carol was working at her job, I was working at our house, and I loved it. I felt that I was making our house really “ours”. It also felt great to be able to be my own boss for the first time in years.

I was sorry to see the last project finished. I had looked all over the house for anything else that could use fixing-up, and was about out of options when I began thinking about our carriage house. There wasn’t very much left to do with the place that I wasn’t capable of handling myself. After presenting my plans to Carol, it didn’t take very much to convince her of the soundness of the idea. We’d dipped deeply into our savings for the initial down payment and closing costs on the house, but more than enough remained to fix up the carriage house, especially with my plan to do most of the work on it myself. If we kept it as a guest house, it would increase our property value, and if we wanted extra income, we could rent it out.

I immediately started finalizing the details, and then we got a call from Carol’s sister, Denise, in L.A.

Denise told us that her daughter was in trouble. Her daughter had been expelled from school for cutting too many classes, and for being caught with liquor on school grounds. The last time we’d seen Lacey, she was ten years old, and I remembered her as a cute little thing whom I’d loved from the time she’d learned how to walk. She’d long been a favorite niece of mine, and I’d predicted she would be a real heart breaker by the time she was eighteen. She had recently turned fourteen, but the crowd she’d been hanging out with was well into their twenties. Denise had discovered that in addition to the classes that Lacey had been skipping, she also been experimenting with sex and drugs. Her latest boyfriend was a thirty-two-year-old married teacher at her school. (Another part in her expulsion, while he was suspended from teaching, pending a review of the incident by the school board.) Denise wanted to know if there was any way that we would allow Lacey to stay with us while things were straightened out. She thought if Lacey were separated from her older friends and lived in a quieter locale for a while, that she might settle down. At this point, she was desperate to find a solution to her daughter’s problems.

Carol immediately agreed to allow Lacey to move in with us, for an undetermined length of time. I was less enthusiastic about the situation. First of all, I argued, if she’s doing that stuff out there, why would she stop just because she’s in Michigan? She could find alcohol, drugs, new friends, and all the rest no matter where she was. I felt we were just taking on more problems that we weren’t capable of solving. Carol and I argued about it for several hours, finally compromising that Lacey would be welcome for the summer, under our rules, and that at the end of the summer, we’d consider keeping her for longer.

That night, Carol teased me about the “real” reasons I didn’t want a houseguest. We’d gotten used to going for swims in our pool without using a bathing suit, and had taken to wandering around the house nude whenever we felt like it. With a guest in the house, she joked, we’d have to remain dressed. Let me pause this story to allow you to get an idea of our appearance. We both have light complexions, getting moderately dark in the summer, but remaining pretty fair the rest of the year. We’ve both got dark brown hair and brown eyes. My wife attributes her good looks to her French background, while my family was Italian and Dutch. My wife is 5’8″, 35-23-34, and a very toned one hundred-thirty pounds. She has a firm ass, flat belly, and B-cup breasts that have not yet given in to gravity. As she’s never had children, she also doesn’t have any of the signs of childbirth-stretch marks, etc. She’s never failed to turn heads, in or out of uniform. I stand 6’2″, and 200 pounds. I’m muscular without bulging, and the last time I checked my body-fat, I was around ten per cent. Our bodies are the result of all our years in the military. We were required to remain in shape for the sake of our careers, and a lot of that mentality carried over when we got ready to get out. We looked at people our ages with beer-bellies, spare tires, flabby asses and saggy tits, and made a conscious decision to avoid that road. We jogged together, exercised at the gym together, and made certain we ate the proper foods. So despite the fact that I’m thirty-three, I can still wear the same jeans I fit into at 18. Carol at thirty-nine looks like she’s in her late twenties.

“I don’t know,” I responded. “Who says we have to change our habits around Lacey. Sounds like she’s already seen it all. Maybe having a naked man around would actually put her at ease.”

“Forget that, buster. She’d better find a boyfriend closer to her own age, and besides, you’re already taken.”

With that, Carol slid close to me and ran her hand down my flank, ending with my cock nestled in her grip. I tried to be nonchalant about it, but when she began stroking my cock, it betrayed me, quickly growing to its full length.

“What’s this?” she asked, playfully.

“Why don’t you take a look?” I answered.

She smiled and slithered down my body, dragging her long, dark hair down my chest and over my cock and balls. Pausing to grin up at me, she plunged her mouth over my cock and engulfed my hard-on down to my pubes. Carol is very oral, and absolutely loves blowing me. As a result of her affection for the task, she’s gotten very good at it. I’d slept with literally dozens of women before I’d met Carol, in addition to a substantial number of hookers while stationed in Korea (which placed me among the average, or “normal”, crowd over there). None of the women I’d Sex hikayeleri been with were nearly as talented as my wife.

Bobbing her head up and down over my throbbing hard-on, she toyed with my anus with one hand, while pinching my nipples with her other. She paused to wet her finger, then deep-throated my cock and wormed her now-lubricated finger into my ass-hole, while rotating her body over mine to give me access to her own ass and pussy. I returned the favor, licking her from her clit to her rectum, then began tonguing her ass-hole while diddling her clit.

Carol has a hair-trigger when it comes to anal stimulation, so it didn’t take very long after I began stabbing my tongue into her ass to clench her pussy tight around my finger while my other hand was busy on her clit. She moaned deeply with my cock still buried in her throat, going over the edge and almost taking me with her. Almost before the spasms of her orgasm were over, she rolled over so she was under me and tugged my hips forward until my cock was between her tits. She kept her finger firmly up my ass the entire time, and then pulled it out to squeeze her tits firmly around my cock, replacing her finger with her own tongue. This was too much for me, and after thrusting my erection between her soft tits a few times, I covered her tits and belly with my semen.

Panting, I rolled off her, and twisted around until we were side-by-side on the bed. She scooped up my sprayed cum from her belly and licked her fingers clean, and licked as much of her own tits as she could reach, then drew my slowly deflating cock back into her mouth to get the last bit of oozing juice.

Finally sated, she padded off to the bathroom to wipe herself clean, and returned to me with a damp towel to wipe me clean as well. Carol then cuddled up next to me, and we drifted off to sleep.

Within a couple of weeks, I’d purchased most of the materiel and supplies that I’d need for my work in the carriage house, and had arranged for both an electrician and plumber to take the time to stop by and assist me on the work I wasn’t qualified to do on my own. I was anxious to begin the new project, and grumbled a bit when I had to postpone the start to pick Lacey up from the airport. Carol reminded me that she wouldn’t be able to take the entire morning off work to drive with me to the airport, and I recognized that it would be too far (and awfully unkind) to expect Lacey to take a cab all the way to our house from the airport.

I was watching for my niece to get off her plane, but was caught completely off-guard when a very attractive young woman placed her hand on my arm.

“Uncle Don?”

“Lacey?”

She smiled and wrapped me in a hug, which I returned, then pushed her back to get a second look at her. The skinny little girl with the angelic face was still there, but she had blossomed into a slim little hard-body. A lovely, well-tanned face with rosy cheeks, full lips and perfect white teeth smiled up at me, and a tiny diamond sparkled from her left nostril. She had firm little B-cup breasts that stood out pointedly from her chest, a narrow, tapered waist, and slim, yet curvy hips. Her silky hair was cut to hang just below shoulder level, and was sun-bleached blonde. Her glossy hair contrasted brightly against her golden California tan. The tiny top she was wearing left her arms, belly and a good portion of her swelling breasts visible, while her faded and ripped jeans hung low on her tiny hips. A gold ring winked at me from her bronzed belly button, and several more gleamed through her sandals on her tanned toes. When she spun around to give me a full 360-degree view of the beautiful vision she’d become, I saw her small, firm ass and noticed the muscles of her well-toned legs flex and flow under the close-fitting jeans. Although she no taller than five-feet and one-or-two-inches, she was perfectly proportioned, and had looked taller from a distance. I had to drag my eyes up from her traffic-stopping body to meet her amused gaze.

“So. How you been, Uncle Don? Getting’ any?” Same old irreverent sense of humor that I remembered about her.

“How was the flight, sweetie?”

We exchanged the usual pleasantries as we went to pick up her luggage, and stopped for a quick lunch before the drive home. Lacey tried to order a beer with her lunch, and ordered with such casual assurance that she might have gotten away with it if I hadn’t told the waiter to bring a couple of iced teas, instead.

We tried to catch up on things, and all of my fond memories of her as a youngster returned, but we carefully steered away from the real reasons for which she was there. After lunch, we stopped at the supermarket to pick up some fresh groceries and anything she might need. Wherever we went, heads turned to stare at this incredibly hot-looking girl. I was thinking about sports, computers, engines, and anything else to take my mind off sex to minimize the odds of my getting an erection in front of her.

Finally we were done and back in the car for the ride home. She was still very easy to talk to, and the conversation continued to flow easily until we pulled up in the driveway of the new house.

“Whoa! Uncle Don, this place is sharp!”

“Thanks. The old owner hadn’t gone in for much landscaping or gardening, so it took a bit of effort to get the place looking good, but I think we did alright.”

“Yeah, it looks great! Show me around. I want to see the whole place.”

She was practically bouncing like a rubber ball as we went through the house, complementing us on our improvements, and squealed with delight when I showed her the bedroom that would be hers. It was on the first floor, and on the opposite side of the house from the master bedroom. Carol and I had hoped this would give both her and us a little more privacy.

We finished the tour of the house, and went out into the backyard to get a better look at the surrounding woods and the carriage house, saving the pool for last.

“Why do you call that a ‘carriage house’? Looks like a barn or a garage, to me,” she asked.

“Well, in the days before cars, when people had carriages and horses to pull them, they built them a little bit apart from the house for consideration.”

“Consideration of what?”

“Have you ever smelled a horse’s stall?

“Ohhh… So when people stopped using carriages and horses, and started using cars, why would they still build these suckers so far from the house?”

“Dunno. Maybe just because they could.”

By then we were in the carriage house, and I showed her my plans for remodeling the building.

“Cool. Maybe I could give you a hand out here.”

“That would be welcome, but don’t feel obligated. We want you to relax first, and then we’ll find a rhythm.” Time to broach the topic. “Lacey, I’m not sure what you had gotten used to back home, or what you thought it would be like here, but we’ve come up with some rules for you, and we’ll expect you to follow them.”

“Like what?” Her voice had gone a few degrees cooler, and I could see the inherent distrust of authority behind the mask that was settling into place.

“Nothing too traumatic. We’re giving you a reasonable curfew, setting up a few boundaries for what we’d rather not see you doing, that sort of thing. We’re pretty flexible, and we’re willing to negotiate if you disagree strongly with anything we’ve come up with. We’re not trying to jail you or anything like that. We’ve just been hearing about some of the things you’ve done at home, and they all seem to boil down to trying to grow up too fast. We just want to make sure you have the opportunity to be a kid before it’s too late.” She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but the mask had been set aside. “There. Does that seem so awful?”

“Nooooo… I guess I could give it a try.”

“That’s all we’re asking. Now let me show you what I’ve been saving for last.”

We followed the brick path up to the pool, and when we came around the corner of the privacy fence, she got her first good glimpse of it. She paused for a moment, and then smiled and picked up her pace to catch back up to me.

“Theo didn’t skimp on this sucker. The rest of the yard wasn’t in too bad of shape, but this area was positively pampered. That’s the pool-house, over there.” I pointed out a small building, four feet by six feet, with a couple of windows and a screened door. He’d built it from scratch, and done a good job of it. The windows and door gave it plenty of light and air, but blinds were in place to ensure privacy. One wall held plenty of towels, and miscellaneous crap, and enough room was left to be able to change into a swimsuit without feeling claustrophobic.

“And there are plenty of chairs and tables and such out here-“

My commentary was cut off by a splash. I turned to see Lacey stroking underwater to the far side of the pool. She’d slipped her sandals off and skimmed out of her jeans, and had dived in wearing her top and a tiny pair of panties. I was able to watch her smooth, graceful journey a few feet under the surface, and was left in awe of her body as she swam economically the length of the pool. Her muscular legs kicked strongly, and her arms pumped with steady, sure strokes. The thong panties left almost nothing to the imagination, and revealed that if she had a tan-line, it wasn’t noticeable.

She finally came up for air at the far end of the pool, flicked her hair out of her eyes, and stroked cleanly across to me. She stood up in the shallow end, and left me speechless: with her wet clothes, she might as well have been naked.

Her light-colored top was completely transparent, and had plastered itself to her chest like a second skin. The cool water had caused her nipples to harden, Sikiş hikayeleri and the dark aureole were painfully obvious. Her skimpy thong clearly indicated her dislike for pubic hair, as it was molded to her mons, emphasizing the smooth expanse of skin and lack of hair beneath. As she stood for a few endless moments, her feet spread somewhat apart, chest softly heaving, shoulders back, and chin lifted proudly, I drank in her nubile strength and beauty.

After several heartbeats had passed in silence, I tore my gaze away from her figure and caught her eye. She was smiling proudly, obviously pleased with my reaction. I had to forcibly remind myself that she was first, my niece, and second, only fourteen.

“Can I bring you a towel, Lacey?” I was astounded that my voice remained even

“Thanks. That’d be nice. Why don’t you get a couple and join me in here? The water’s terrific!”

“I don’t think I’m ready for a swim, yet. I think I’ll get dinner started for Carol, instead. You enjoy yourself, though.”

I grabbed a beach-towel from the pool-house, and tossed it down on a lounge chair near her discarded jeans. I restrained myself from looking at her, partly for fear of staring again, as well as to hide the rapidly expanding erection that was beginning to tent my slacks. I marched on into the house and went straight to the kitchen. I splashed cold water into my face and pondered the actions of my niece. I knew that part of it was a normal flirtation from a teenager experimenting with people’s reactions to her newly forming physique. I suspected that part of it stemmed from her well-established sexual identity, seeing as how she’d been sexually active for over a year already, and most of that time with an adult lover. I didn’t know if I should fear the show had been meant as an overt invitation.

I don’t know how long I stood that at the sink, waiting for my erection to subside, and reviewing the events of the afternoon. I fast-forwarded through the conversation. Did I say anything she might have misconstrued? Did she say anything that I might have misunderstood?

I was startled out of my reverie when the object of my thoughts spoke up a few feet from behind me. I’d never heard her come inside.

“Do you need a hand, Uncle Don?”

“Uh, no Lacey. I can-“

As I started to turn around, the rest of my words died in my throat. She was standing in the entrance to the kitchen, wearing nothing but her jewelry. Although her hair was still a bit damp, she’d taken the time to thoroughly dry herself. Her nipples were still standing out stiffly, and her smooth pussy was slightly flowered open. She made no effort to hide herself, and met my shocked gaze evenly. A remote part of my brain dryly remarked that, yep, there weren’t any tan-lines. As the moment stretched out between us, she slowly padded toward me, oozing her sexuality from her very pores. In the swing of her arms, the sway of her slim hips, her body was shouting, ‘Look at me! Desire me! Want me!’.

I did. I wanted to feel that firm, tanned body under my trembling hands, and to trace every graceful, muscular line with my tongue.

She didn’t stop until she was directly in front of me. We were separated by only a few inches. She licked her lips and spoke to me again. This time it was in a whisper that caused me to lean forward to hear.

“I asked if you needed a hand. It looks like you could use more than that, though.”

Lacey kissed a fingertip, and raised it to my lips. I reflexively kissed it as well. She then trailed the finger down my chin, down my chest, down my belly. She stepped even closer to me as she wriggled her hand under the waistband of my slacks and jockeys. She made contact with my throbbing erection, and her hand felt so cool and dainty against the heat my cock was throwing off.

“You want that hand, or not?”

I remained silent.

She let go of my cock long enough to unbuckle my belt, unsnap and unzip my trousers, and then plunged both hands into the sides of my underwear, sliding them around to my ass as she closed the distance between us. She dragged her rock-hard nipples across my shirt, and I could feel them poking my belly. My painfully erect cock was sandwiched between us, and she ground her own belly against it.

She tilted her head up, eyes slitted hungrily, and parted her lips. Her tongue darted out and flicked past her pearly teeth, drawing my mouth down to hers almost as if by magic.

My hands finally came up from my sides to cup her face gently between them. I held her head, my fingers tangled in her still-damp hair, while our tongues danced. For several long minutes, this was enough for us, then her hands became more insistent. She began squeezing and kneading my ass, and my hands drifted down her face, down her neck and finally cupped those tits that had been distracting me so much this afternoon.

When she began tugging my pants down, I stopped her by gently gripping her waist and lifting her up until her legs reflexively wrapped around my hips. Then I cradled her against me, and slowly walked out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and into her bedroom.

The soft, warm breeze was lazily blowing through the curtains over her windows, and brought with it a smell of the first flowers blooming in the new beds beside the house. As I lifted her from my hips and lowered her down to her bed, she knelt before me on it, and lifted my shirt up. I helped her pull it over my head, and then she was pushing my pants and underwear down over my ass, and down my legs. I stepped out of my loafers and kicked off the last of my clothes, and then I was naked before my niece.

She leaned forward, toward my twitching cock that was so conveniently located in front of her, and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the end of it. Her soft lips nibbled the length of my hard-on, pausing to suck my balls into her tiny mouth, and then continued back up the other side of cock. When she’d returned to her starting point, she wasted no time in sucking my one-eyed monster into her mouth.

One thing I realized quickly was, that in the year of so she’d been fucking, she’d learned a hell of a lot about sucking cock. Due to a combination of the situation, my pent-up arousal, and her talented technique, I didn’t last very long before I was ready to shoot. Not knowing if she’d want me to pull out or stay in, I decided to play it safe and tried to lift her head away from her new toy. She was having none of that, though, and held on to my hips securely, increasing the speed of her ministrations, and moaning gutturally when the first heavy slugs of my cum hit the back of her mouth. Despite the force of my ejaculation, she didn’t miss a drop. And to ensure that nothing was wasted, she licked my gradually softening prick until she was certain she’d gotten everything.

A welcome side effect of this cleaning procedure was that I never completely lost my hard-on before it was back with a vengeance. Ignoring its greedy insistence, I lay Lacey back on her coverlet to return the favor.

As soon as my tongue made contact with her steamy pussy, she stiffened with her first orgasm. She bit her lip and pulled my face harder against her pussy as her orgasm peaked, then slowly subsided. I wasn’t letting her off easy, and stayed put for a while. She tasted so sweet and fresh. I could have stayed down there for hours, lapping up her generous juices. She started to tense again, and moaned when her second orgasm swept through her. After this one, she lay limp on the bed, too weak to move. This didn’t stop her from starting a running commentary, though. As I licked and sucked and played with her sopping pussy and protruding clitoris, she urged me on, promising me what she would do to me during her stay with us. She promised me access to every orifice in her body, and said she would do anything I asked of her.

I stayed down there, my mouth on her pussy, until she began to tense up for her third orgasm. As her breath started to catch in her throat, I moved up until my cock was poised at the entrance to her young, smooth pussy.

“Oh, yeah!” she cried out, grabbing my waist and pulling me down on her. She came on that first jab, as the head of my cock sank in past her slippery lips. She made the most noise yet, groaning loudly and whimpering my name.

I sank in a good two or three inches on that first stroke, and if I close my eyes, I can still feel the heat and moisture, and incredible grip of her teenage twat. She gasped at the sudden intrusion of my cock. I’m not all that big, about seven inches, but I’m pretty thick. When I jack off, my fingers don’t quite meet my thumb around my cock, and when she was grabbing it, she didn’t even come close to getting her smaller hand all the way around it. Now, slowly edging forward into her soaked box, it looked even larger. With her slim hips and tiny waist, it didn’t look like she’d be able to take it, but take it she did. She even urged me deeper and harder while I was trying to give her time to adjust to it.

When I finally bottomed out, looking down at her shaved puss, she looked even younger than her fourteen years. I thought for a second that she could be just nine or ten, at the stage where her hair hadn’t started to grow in yet. Then I lifted my gaze to her heaving tits, her firm, full breasts standing up from her narrow ribcage, and her dark, hard nipples bouncing under me as I plunged into and pulled out of her. I looked at her enraptured face, wanton lust competing with heavenly contentment as she writhed under my slow and steady thrusts. Just then, she opened her eyes and saw me watching her. She smiled and pulled my face down to hers for a quick kiss, then began trembling as her fourth orgasm rocked through her on the heels of her third.

A Erotik hikaye remote part of my brain recognized that she was beginning to experience multiple orgasms, and I hoped that I could last long enough to let her enjoy them all.

She lay beneath me, babbling in her release, alternately writhing with pent-up excitement, and collapsing again in helpless exhaustion while one climax after another hit her in rapid succession. I was getting close myself, and was desperately trying to postpone my own release, but it wasn’t easy with this gorgeous girl urging me to fill her up. Then she told me that she wanted it in her ass. She told me that she wasn’t on the pill yet, and I couldn’t cum in her pussy, but she wanted my cum in her ass.

I stuck a finger into her asshole, easy to do with all the juice and sweat that had run over it from her pussy. My finger went in easily, and I decided to go for it. I pulled out abruptly, eliciting a gasp from her, then rolled her over onto her stomach. Spreading her legs slightly, I lined the purple head of my eager cock up with her dark hole. I pushed in slowly, expecting more resistance, but went in easily. I felt my pubic hair mashed up against her firm ass cheeks almost before I knew it, and was amazed that I had gotten into her ass easier and more quickly than I’d gotten into her pussy. (She later admitted that she’d gotten into the habit of letting her lover drill her ass to avoid getting her pregnant, as he disdained to use a rubber, and she hadn’t been able to get effective birth control on her own.)

Once I’d gotten the full length of my cock into her ass, I started a slow in-and-out motion, gradually picking up momentum until I was jackhammering her tender back door. Then, as she started to wail with yet another orgasm, I lost all control and started spewing my cum up into her. I grabbed her hips firmly with both of my hands, and grunted as each spurt of semen seemed to wrench my balls up through my cock, almost as if they were trying to crawl up into my niece through my dick.

I fell off to one side in utter exhaustion, while she lay panting underneath me. Neither of us spoke for a long while, and finally I had enough strength to lift myself up and off her. I almost expected to hear a “Pop!” as my softening cock slid out of her ass. And even in it’s flaccid state, I was pretty amazed that I’d gotten in there at all, let alone so easily.

Collapsing back onto the bed next to her, I stared at the ceiling, wondering what there was to say.

She eventually propped herself up onto one elbow and looked down into my face.

“What’s the problem, Donny?”

“No matter how I look at this, Lacey, and no matter how much I enjoyed it, this was wrong. I shouldn’t have hap-“

“Fuck that,” she cut me off.

“You know how many times I’ve heard that?” Her expression clouded as she went on. “Michael said it to me after he banged me in his car in front of my house. ‘Oh Lacey, this was a mistake, I’m a teacher and I could lose my job.’ That didn’t stop him from trying it again, and again.” She was sitting up now, and was starting to clench her fists.

“Eventually he stopped saying it, when I told him to shut up about it. What was I supposed to say? ‘No, it’s cool that you’re fucking a twelve-year-old, then going home to your own daughters and wife?’ And Robbie, the guy from the music store. And Paul, the guy from this real estate office.” She was kneeling next to me on the bed, and leaning over me as her voice grew louder. “And R.J., he had a house by the beach, and he was, like, forty or something. They all said, ‘Oh, this is wrong.’ Well it’s bullshit.” She emphasized her point by poking her finger into my chest. “None of them had been screwing me, I’d been screwing them. You think some guy is going to get in my pants without my permission? You think you seduced me this afternoon? Fuck that.” Another poke. “I seduced you. And you loved every… minute… of… it.” Four more pokes. “You never would have made a move on me if I hadn’t practically raped your ass in the kitchen. I was getting tired of waiting, to tell you the truth.”

She was finally winding down, and I smiled at her. “That still doesn’t make it right. I did love this, and everything you’ve said is correct. But your aunt, my wife, would kill me if she found out. And if she didn’t, the rest of your family would do it for her.”

“Only if they found out.”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“So who’s going to tell them? You? You think I’m going to? Shit, the only reason my mom found about me screwing around was because of some guy who went to her and clued her in. He tried to get into my pants and I shot him down, and he wanted to get back at me. She’d had no idea! Once she found out about that, she started digging, and found out the rest of what she knows. And even that isn’t half of what I’ve gotten away with.”

“Lacey, that’s horrible!”

“It’s my choice!” she shot back.

“Honey, you’ve got all kinds of choices to make, but the kinds of decisions you’ve made severely limit your remaining options.”

“So now you’re going to tell me how to fix them, right?”

I could see that she was already preparing to tune me out. I swallowed the speech I’d been about to give her and considered things from her perspective. First of all, you couldn’t expect her to just forget the things she’d learned, and the experiences she’d had. One of the first laws of growing up: You can’t un-learn, and you can never go back. Second: if I tried to preach to her, she’d resist me on general principles. And third: she had me over a barrel. If Carol ever did find out, she really might kill me. And if she didn’t, there were enough men in her family-and mine-to leave me dead or hospitalized. I could potentially lose everything I held dear.

So I started thinking like Lacey.

“No, I’m going to tell you what it’ll take to keep things running smoothly here, and still get both what you want, and we want.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” she said, not sure where I was going with this.

“That means that we can’t pretend we didn’t just fuck each other this afternoon.”

“No kidding,” she said sarcastically.

“I mean, we should figure out where we take it from here.”

“I’ve always thought you were cute, Uncle Don. I’d planned on fucking you as soon as I found out Mom was shipping me here.”

“And if there was a way we could keep on screwing without hurting Carol, or risking my marriage, would you want to? Or did this afternoon get it all out of your system?”

“You get that cock hard again, and I’ll show you what I want in my system,” she cracked, cupping my balls.

“Well, as I see it, since your aunt isn’t an idiot, she’d figure out pretty quickly if we tried to carry on a secret affair, in her own house, and under her nose.”

“So you don’t want to fuck me anymore, is that what you’re saying?” She looked like she was about to get pissed, again.

“No, I’m saying we have to figure out what we’d need to do to keep her from getting suspicious.”

“What the fuck! You’re talking in circles! What are you saying?”

“I mean, let her know about it.”

“Are you fucking crazy, or what? You just said she’d kill you if she found out we were fucking!”

“No, I said she’d kill me if she learned we were having an affair under her nose.”

“You just said-“

“I mean, get her to approve it.”

She was speechless at that proposition. Before she could ask another question, I told her what I had planned.

“Hey! Where’s my favorite niece!” Carol shouted from the front of the house.

“Come on back here, honey,” I answered.

She came out back to find me working on my tan beside the pool, and Lacey treading water at the deep end. I was wearing some baggy surf shorts, and Lacey had put on the most conservative swimsuit she’d brought with her. It was a bikini, but covered a relatively large portion of her tits and ass, unlike the other thongs and less-identifiable articles of beachwear she’d pulled out of her suitcases.

“Come here and give me a hug, you!” Carol said as she joined us by the pool

“Hi, Aunt Carol!” Lacey said, climbing out of the pool and walking toward my surprised wife.

She took a moment to admire the figure of her sister’s daughter in the relatively modest bikini, and then wrapped her up in a warm hug. Carol glanced at me in the chair, lifting her eyebrows in a silent question. After years of marriage, I knew what she was asking: ‘Do you see this body!’ I responded with a shrug. ‘What can you do about it?’

“Oh no. I’ve gotten you wet,” Lacey apologized. She stepped back from Carol, and sure enough, she’d managed to soak the front of her blouse and skirt. The white cotton of her blouse had gone transparent, revealing Carol’s full breasts encased in a lacey brassiere, while the damp spot on her skirt looked like she’d wet herself. Lacey made matters worse by attempting to brush some of the dampness away from Carol’s breasts, stroking her nipples to hardness in the process.

“Oh, I’m fine, honey. I usually change out of my work clothes before I go into the pool, though,” Carol joked.

“Aunt Carol, I’m so sorry. You’d better rinse this skirt before the chlorine damages it. Let’s take care of it before it has a chance to ruin it.”

Lacey steered Carol into the house, and phase one of my plan was in effect. She was to ensure that Carol undressed in front of her, and if the opportunity presented itself, to be nude in front of Carol at the same time. I left my book beside my chair and hurried out to the carriage house. Scrambling up to the loft, I adjusted the telescope to peek into the bedroom window.

Carol and Lacey were just walking into the door, and Carol was unbuttoning her blouse. She disappeared from view, probably stepping into our master bathroom to remove her clothes in privacy, but Lacey followed right behind her. Good girl.

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Doggy Styles 6 – Sultan’s Reward (Bestiality, Ff, young)

Summary – Claire has some trouble training Sultan, Tori’s Great Dane

Previous Chapter Summary – Claire and her mother shared something very special.

Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals or sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can ruin your life. Don’t ruin your, or other people’s lives!

It was graduation day at Mrs. Hill’s obedience class. Claire Davis waited nervously with her handsome German Shepard, Duke. She watched the other owners walking their dogs while Mrs. Hill shouted out instructions: “Heel! Stop! Sit! Stay! Lay-down!”

Claire’s turn was next. She reached down and scratched Duke behind the ears. He looked up at his master and panted, his big pink tongue hanging out of mouth. His white teeth glistened as he smiled happily at her and wagged his tail. Then, at Claire’s command, Duke quickly got up and waited at her side. Claire led Duke around the ring, repeating Mrs. Hill’s instructions. After a few agonizing moments, it was over, and Claire took a long, shaking, breath. “Whew!”

“You did great, Duke! Good boy!” Claire said, praising Duke.

To Claire’s surprise, Mrs. Hill awarded Duke the first-placed ribbon. Claire was so proud! The other owners congratulated her, agreeing with Mrs. Hill’s decision. They deserved it.

“You and Duke have really done well, Congratulations!” Mrs. Hill said to Claire, after the other owners had left. “You really have a way with animals.” She patted Claire’s shoulder awkwardly and then petted Duke. She seemed more comfortable with animals than humans. “Come back to the office, I have something for you.”

Claire and Duke followed Mrs. Hill to her office. “First place ribbons sometimes come with an award. Just for special dogs and their owners, like you and Duke.” She presented Claire with a nail-grinder for Duke’s toenails. “I usually try to give a small prize to someone I feel has really excelled in my class. This makes a dog’s nails much smoother so they won’t scratch you so badly,” Mrs. Hill said, smiling.

“Thanks! Duke really scratched me up the first time we…,” Claire started to say. “I mean…”

Mrs. Hill smiled knowingly, and didn’t let Claire finish her sentence. “Well, now he won’t scratch you so badly,” she said. She then showed Claire how to use the device. Duke’s toe-nails were soon smooth and perfectly rounded.

“Duke did very well out there,” Mrs. Hill said. “How is the ‘other’ training going? Duke’s little problem we talked about? He seems so well behaved now,” she teased, watching Claire face bloom a little bit pink from embarrassment.

“Duke never puts his nose where it doesn’t belong now,” Claire said proudly. “Unless you ask him to.”

“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Hill said. She slyly winked at Claire and said, “I’d like see what other tricks you have taught him sometime.” She smiled at their private joke.

“Duke!” Claire said, determined to show her teacher how well Duke had learned his lessons. She pushed out her crotch and said, “Duke! Sniff-the-Bitch!”

Duke immediately shoved his nose under Claire’s short skirt and sniffed repeatedly at her sex.

“Oh, my,” Mrs. Hill said. “I didn’t mean for you to…. Oh, never mind,” Mrs. Hill decided. She knew her and Claire were kindred spirits when it came to canine love. “What else does he know?” Mrs. Hill was very curious now, wondering what other tricks Claire had taught him.

“He knows lots of tricks!” Clair said proudly. “He can Lick-the-Bitch and Fuck-the-Bitch, and…”

“Bark!” Duke interrupted. He had become excited, hearing his special commands.

“No, Duke, not now, boy!” Claire said. “We can play later. I promise. Sit!”

Duke sat, his long, pink, penis now poking out from his sheath.

Claire continued. She whispered into Mrs. Hill’s ear while keeping an eye on Duke, “He knows Bitch-Hand-Job and Bitch-Blow-Job, too!”

“Uh, that’s very nice, Claire,” Mrs. Hill said. “You two have been busy!” Now Mrs. Hill was blushing.

“Yeah, like I said, he don’t try to sniff anyone’s pussy unless I tell him to. And he doesn’t try to hump everybody’s legs since I’ve been jacking him off and stuff, like you said.”

“Well, I only explained how professional dog breeders…, Oh forget it.” Mrs. Hill dropped all pretenses. Since they shared a special love for the furry, loving, animals, she didn’t need to pretend any longer.

“And your mother?” Mrs. Hill asked. “No more threats about having him castrated?”

“Oh no!” Claire said. “Mom loves Duke now!” She giggled. She was so excited to be able to talk to someone about dogs, dog training, and dog-sex!

“I caught them tied together the other day – it was so funny! And, gosh! Mom was so embarrassed! But, I could tell she really liked it, you know? Especially after I had heard her begging for Duke’s big dick! Ha! Ha! Ha!

“Anyway, I showed mom all of his other tricks. Now, she takes care of him after school when I’m training Sultan. She can’t wait to meet Sultan when he’s trained. She asks me about him almost every day!” Claire made her voice sound higher, mocking her mother. “‘How’s Sultan’s training coming along?’ ‘When are you bringing him over to see me?’ She’s acting really, really, slutty lately.”

Then, Claire remembered something. “Hey, maybe you can help me with Sultan?”

“Well, I don’t know…” Mrs. Hill began. This young girl was talking as if training dogs for sex was the most natural thing in the world! Did she really want get involved with such a girl?

And, it seemed Claire had no filter between her brain and her mouth when it came to ‘puppy-love,’ as Mrs. Hill liked to call it.

“So, like I’m having trouble with Sultan. I go to Tori’s house every day after school, I mean Mrs. Norris’s house, and…”

“That Sultan? The Great-Dane? Mrs. Norris purchased him from me. Yes, he’s very unruly and very difficult to train. I was happy to find him a good home.”

“Well, Tori is paying me to train him. But he’s worse than Duke ever was! Shoving his nose up every girl’s twat and humping things.” Claire added, her mind jumping from one thought to another, “Oh, we’re attending your obedience school class next week! It will be fun!” She then got around to Sultan’s training. She continued, “But, I don’t know if he’s stupid, or not able to remember his lessons, or what’s wrong with him? He seems to do very well when I’m with him, but the next time, it’s like he’s forgotten everything I’ve taught him!”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, I taught him all the basic commands, sit, stay and stuff, and then Sniff-the-Bitch, and Lick-the-Bitch, you know? Oh, he really loves Bitch-Hand-Job!” Claire said enthusiastically, making long jerking-off motions with her hand. “But then the next day, he’s shoving his nose in my twat again! Without permission! He knows better than that! Why is he forgetting everything so soon?”

“Well, he’s always been difficulty to train. He is very, ah, how shall I say it?”

“Horny?” Claire asked.

“Yes,” Mrs. Hill said. “And he’s still immature, remember. But, he always was very, very, eager, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, he’s eager for the beaver all right. His big ol’ doggy-dick is always wanting attention! And, it’s huge!” Claire held out her hands to show Mrs. Hill how big Sultan’s cock was.

Mrs. Hill nervously cleared her throat, recalling Sultan’s swollen dick from the brief time he had spent at her kennels. Her mind wondered for a bit. She smiled. Then, thinking about Claire’s problem, she mentally ran down the list of reasons why Sultan might be having problems learning. She considered one possibility and pondered on it. ‘No. Maybe? No. Well, probably. Yes. That must be it,’ she decided.

Mrs. Hill said, “Did you ever consider he was relearning his bad habits from someone else?”

“From someone else?” Claire repeated. “But from who? Oh, you mean Tori!” Claire exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not accusing her of anything, of course,” Mrs. Hill said nervously, “But sometimes an owner can mistakenly undo years of..,”

“Oh!” Claire exclaimed, interrupting. “So, you mean while I’m teaching him not to sniff and lick pussy until I tell him to, Tori is letting him, or making him, lick her pussy?”

Mrs. Hill only raised her eyebrow and studied Claire countenance. She could see the young girl’s mind whirling in thought.

Mrs. Sex hikayeleri Hill quickly changed the subject. “Hey, do you still want to work with me this summer, Claire?” With Claire’s already formidable knowledge, she would be a great addition to her business operations.

“Oh, I don’t know, I really want to! But, I have Sultan to train, and mom is telling everyone how good I am at training randy dogs – I’m already getting asked to take on more dogs, but I don’t know how, or when…,”

“Listen, I can help with that. I’ll make you a deal. You can rent the little out building on my property and do your training there. I only use it for storage, now and it will be perfect for you.” Mrs. Hill noticed Claire had become concerned when she mentioned charging her for the room

She took Claire’s hand. “Legally, I have to charge you something, Claire. It won’t be much, I promise,”

Claire brightened immediately and gave Mrs. Hill a hug.

“I’m sure you would appreciate a little privacy for your, uh, special training.” Mrs. Hill smiled, squeezing Claire and then letting her go. “And, I need help with the dog grooming as well as some extra help in the kennels. It would be a great learning experience for you, since you love dogs as much as I do.”

“Wow! That sounds great!” Claire said. She would have her own place to train her dogs, and she knew she would learn all kinds of things from Mrs. Hill. She couldn’t wait for school to be let out for the summer!

The two briefly discussed Claire’s pay and the rent, and then Mrs. Hill showed Claire and Duke around the place. When Mrs. Hill showed Claire the kennels, and she saw all the pretty doggies in their large cages, mostly large breeds, she giggled in happiness. She looked them over and noticed how happy they were to see her too. Some of their pink doggy dicks were already poking out with excitement.

“Wow, I think I’m going to love working here!”

Claire jingled her keys at the front door or Mrs. Norris’s house Monday afternoon. She could hear Sultan’s deep throated barking coming from the backroom before she even opened the door.

Claire “Hey boy! You ready to get out of there?”

Opening the cage, Claire petted Sultan as he jumped, twirled and happily tried to lick her face. He was so very happy to see her again! He tried to sniff Claire’s pussy, but Claire was ready and stopped him before he could get his nose into her crotch. She led him out and watched him race around the yard. Such a handsome, healthy, animal!

While Sultan was out. Claire removed her skirt and panties. She rubbed herself while she waited for Sultan, getting her pussy nice and wet. She let Sultan in, grabbed his collar, and led him to the living room.

“Sit!”

Sultan sat.

Claire positioned herself on the edge of the couch and spread her legs.

“Stay!”

Sultan whined. He could smell her sweet, wet, pussy.

Claire began to finger herself, making the whole room smell of hot, wet, cunt. She waved her slick fingers and hand, making sure Sultan received a good sniff of her sex. Sultan sniffed the air, got up and walked to Claire. He was going to feast on her sweet pussy!

“Sultan! No!”

Claire clamped her legs together. She got up from the couch and pulled Sultan back to his place.

“Sit! Stay!”

She returned to the couch and tried again. Sultan lasted a little longer this time, but his hardening penis led him towards Claire’s pussy again.

“Oh, what am I going to do with you, Sultan?” She tried three more times and gave up in frustration.

“Hmmm,” she thought, “Maybe he was too excited from being in his cage all day?” Claire put her skirt back on, wiped her pussy with her panties, and took Sultan on a nice, long walk. He did very well while practicing his leash training. He got a sniff of Claire’s wet panties when he was good and didn’t get to sniff her sweet odor when he was bad. He so wanted to be good!

Claire finally led him home after a long, long walk. She was tired, and hoped Sultan would be better behaved now.

Claire put Sultan in his place.

“Sit! Stay!”

She sat on the edge of the couch. She opened her legs. She fingered her pussy. Sultan’s cock grew hard but he waited. Claire was just about to let his sniff and lick her cunt when he got up and stalked over to once more.

“Sultan! No! Bad dog! No pussy for you today! No Lick-the-Bitch or Bitch-Hand-Job either!” She sadly led Sultan back in his cage. She regretted it nearly as much as he did. She had been looking forward a nice, long, pussy licking and also the thrill of seeing Sultan’s big, doggy-dick squirting his sweet, doggy-cum! But, Sultan had to learn his lesson!

Claire quietly turned the doorknob after sliding in her key and unlocking Mrs. Norris’s front door. She had purposefully left behind her book bag from school to give herself an excuse to return to Tori’s home. Claire had to find out why Sultan had done so well last week but had forgotten everything over the weekend.

Claire sneaked into the entryway and listened for something besides her pounding heart.

“If Mrs. Norris has been messing up all my hard work training Sultan,” Claire thought, “I’ll…, I’ll…,” Well, she didn’t know what she would do, but she would be very angry!

She grabbed her book bag and tip-toed into the hallway. Listening carefully, she could hear Mrs. Norris talking to someone. Then, she heard Sultan whining. Claire walked down the hallway to Mrs. Norris’s bedroom.

“Come on Sultan! Eat mommy’s pussy boy! What’s wrong with you? You used to love to make your mommy cum!”

Tori was too occupied to notice Claire peering around the edge of the half-opened door. Sultan was sitting before Tori. His cock was hard. Claire could tell Sultan was clearly agitated and conflicted. He whined again. Tori was naked on the bed. Her legs spread wide. She was fingering her wet pussy, trying to entice Sultan to lick it. She fondled her large breasts in frustration.

Poor Sultan didn’t know what to do. The nice young girl had taught him not to sniff or lick until she said the special words. And, his master was teasing him with her sweet-tasting fuck-hole. He knew he might be punished if he disobeyed. The nice young girl might take away her pussy for a long, long time, like she did earlier today. He whined again.

“Oh, Sultan, you’ve been acting funny all weekend. Why? Why don’t you want to lick mommy’s pussy anymore?”

“Bang!” The bedroom door flew open. “Because I’ve been training him not to, like you’re paying me to do Tori!” Claire said loudly.

Tori jumped! She squealed! She tried to cover herself! She looked at Claire with surprise, fear and slow realization followed by absolute, utter, shame!

“How dare you torture this poor animal!” Claire said. She was very angry at Tori. All of her hard work was nearly ruined. And the suffering Tori was causing to her dog! Claire reached down to Sultan. “Hello Sultan,” she said softly, bending over and petting him. She squatted down and gave him a hug. “You’re a good boy!” She scratched his ears. “Yes you are!” Sultan smiled at her and thumped his tail.

“Look at what you’re doing to him!” Claire continued. “I spend my whole afternoon teaching him not to shove his nose in everyone’s twat, and here you are, undoing all my hard work, and teasing the poor dog with your nasty-ass pussy!”

Claire had learned her lesson when it came to teasing dogs. She deeply regretted what she had done to poor Duke, week after week, teasing him and always denying him release. Her actions has almost caused Duke’s castration! She couldn’t tolerated anyone teasing a dog now.

“I’m…, I’m…, sorry, Claire!” Tori sobbed. How humiliating! Claire knew know why Sultan shoved his nose into every female’s cunt; it was because of her! She had made him do it!

“Have you ever pleasured him?” Claire asked softly. “Have you jacked him off or sucked his cock or maybe fucked him?”

“No!” Tori said. “I would never do such a thing! He’s just a d…”

Claire didn’t let her finish. “But it’s OK for you? You hypocrite! Isn’t it no fucking wonder Sultan tries to hump every warm-body he meets? You make him lick your pussy until he’s so horny, it hurts! You’re giving your dog a massive case of blue-balls! Can you blame him for sniffing and humping all the time?”

“I…, I…, I never… Oh, my poor baby!” Tori said, suddenly realizing how badly she had been treating her precious, dog. “But, I’m so lonely!” she cried.

“And Sultan has been here for you. Every day, right? Licking your pussy until you cum!

And Sikiş hikayeleri then! Then! You just leave him, all crazy and horny!”

“I guess I… Yes…” Tori wiped her tears and sobbed.

“No more!” Claire said, “If you’re going to treat a dog like that, you’re going to learn to be nicer to him It’s not like he can jack himself off!”

“Whaaa?” Tori began.

“Spread your legs!” Claire demanded. “Now!”

“I can’t… Are you serious?” Tori began. “No… Claire?” Tori was worried. While she loved to be dominated by a man with a big, thick cock, she wasn’t used to being ordered around by a cute school girl!

“I said spread-em!” Claire said once more. She was about ready to open Mrs. Norris’s legs for the poor dog herself.

“OK! But why are you…,” Tori began. She slowly opened her legs. Her bald pussy glistened on the edge of the bed.

“Sultan!” Claire said. “Sniff-the-Bitch!” She pointed to Tori’s odiferous, wet, cunt.

That was all the encouragement Sultan needed. He jumped up and put his nose into his master’s wet pussy!

“Sultan? Claire?” Tori exclaimed. She felt Sultan’s large nose snorting and sniffing against her pussy. “Oh!”

“Now, Sultan! Lick-the-Bitch!”

Sultan obediently began slurping and lapping at his master’s pussy. “Oh my god!” Tori exclaimed.

“Get it, Sultan! Lick-the-Bitch!” Claire encouraged. “Good boy! Lick it! Lick that fucking bitch!”

Sultan slurped his tongue deep inside of Tori’s pussy. She felt it wiggling inside of her. “Oh, god, yes, baby!” Tori said, spreading her legs wider and grabbing her dog’s head, pulling him closer. “Yes! Lick your mommy! I’ve been missing this so much! Yes, do it, Oh, I’ve been a bitch to you, Sultan. Lick-your-Bitch, boy!” She had nearly forgotten about Claire as she closed her eyes and humped her tingling twat into her wonderful dog’s face.

Claire watched Sultan devouring Tori’s pussy. She knew exactly how Tori felt. Sultan was a very eager cunt-lapper.

“Nnnnngghhh!” Tori moaned. “Aaaaaaahhhhh!” she cried.

Tori fell back upon the bed and groped her large, fat, breasts. “Sultan! Oh, Sultan!” she moaned. His tongue was slurping up and down her slit. He attacked her clitoris. He pushed his tongue inside of his master, trying to get every drop of her essence. Knowing Claire was watching her slutty behavior made it all the more nasty and depraved. Tori loved to exhibit herself, and this was her most wanton, uninhibited, sexual experience yet! How arousing! She felt the familiar tingles emanating from her cunt.

“Oh! God! You’re making mommy…, Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! YES!”

Tori felt her orgasm engulf her. Her thighs quivered and turned to jelly as she came. Her abdomen shook as a huge, orgasmic, wave crashed over her. Another wave, and her pussy spasmed and her toes curled. Another wave, and her head rocked back and forth on the bed as Sultan continued his attack on her sopping wet cunt. “So gooood!”

Finally, it was over.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” Tori sighed heavily, before turning on her side and clamping her legs together.

“Slurp, slurp, slurp!” was the only sound in the room. Sultan continued to lick his master, trying to get back into her pussy. He licked her ass, her thighs, her legs and her toes.

“Sultan! Sit!” Claire said. “Stay!” she turned her attention to Mrs. Norris once more.

“Tori, I’m going to show you how you can make it up to Sultan,” Claire said. “Sultan! Up!” Claire patted the bed.

“But, he’s not allowed on the…,” Tori took one look at Claire’s stern face and immediately shut-up. She was intimidated by this young girl, but strangely turned on by her as well. She was so demanding! Tori demurely covered her fat breast with her crossed arms and hands. She looked at Claire and absentmindedly played with her nipples, making them hard.

Sultan jumped on the bed and waited. He knew what happened to good boys after they’d Licked-the-Bitch. He was certain he had been a very good boy!

“Listen, Tori,” Claire said. “If you are going to have Sultan pleasure you, you have to pleasure him back; unless you want him humping all your guests and walking around with his fat cock hanging out. If you take care of him, he won’t need to misbehave in front of everyone. Besides, it’s only fair. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Claire,” she said. “I understand.”

“I taught him a few more tricks. But, make sure he doesn’t try anything until you say the commands. Got it?”

“Yes, Claire.”

Claire reached into her book-bag. “I wrote everything down for you, in case you forget,” Claire pulled out a sheet of paper with written instructions and Sultan’s commands on it. She set it on Tori’s dresser.

“OK. It’s Sultan’s turn now. Sultan! Bitch-Hand-Job!”

“Bark!” Sultan laid down and rolled onto his back, exposing his large cock, big, black, balls, and hairy sheath.

“Oh, my!” Tori exclaimed. She was surprised at his obedience and the closeness of his big, wet, cock.

“You jack him off like this,” Claire said. She stroked Sultan’s sheath, coaxing out his, long, pink cock even further. “Make sure he’s nice and wet – use the pre-cum he squirts, and stroke him, but be gentle!” Claire demonstrated to Tori how to jack-off her dog.

“Now, you try it.”

“Uh, like this?” Tori said, as she hesitantly stroked her dog. Sultan’s long, wet tongue hung out as he panted happily.

“Yes, you’re doing fine,” Claire said. “You should always have a towel ready. He really comes a lot.”

“Oh, he’s getting harder!” Tori said, seemingly delighted. Sultan’s cock was swelling up. It was getting a deep-red and purple color. His knot was growing.

“OK, let’s try something else. You don’t always need a towel, Tori,” Claire smiled. “Sultan, Bitch-Blow-Job!”

Sultan stood up on his long legs. He maneuvered his sleek body and his thick cock closer to his master’s face. He banged his hips into her shoulders, prodding her to take his cock into her mouth.

“What?” Tori began. “Oh, Claire, I don’t know about this.”

“Haven’t you ever sucked cock before, Tori?”

“Um, yes. A lot of times.” Tori really liked to suck cock. She thought she was very good at it too. “But, he’s a dog!”

“Who deserves it more? A stranger you just met at a bar? Some guy at a party – blowing him in the bathroom? Or the one who loves you the most, your dog?”

Tori was shocked by Claire’s words. She thought most people didn’t know why her husband left her; because she was a cock-slut. She had sucked off guys she had just met in their cars, fucked young college boys two at a time, and was actually caught sucking some guy’s dick at a party. Thinking back, it was at Darlene Davis’s party; Claire’s mother. Oh no! Claire must know she’s nothing but a whore for cock! She couldn’t deny it. And, it was true – Sultan had treated her better than any man she had ever met. He protected her, loved her, and pleasured her. Besides, he was the best pussy-licker ever! She knew what she had to do. She realized she would do anything to keep her precious dog happy.

“Sultan, deserves it more,” Tori admitted. She thought about the men in her life; her divorced husband, her ungrateful hook-ups, and her many long, walks-of-shame, when her dick-of-the-night wouldn’t even offer to drive her home or call her a ride. She made a decision. She added, “Men are ass-holes.”

“Yep!” Claire replied.

Tori positioned herself under Sultan’s slim waist and looked at his throbbing cock. It was bigger than every dick she had ever sucked. It was hanging below Sultan’s belly, glistening with pre-cum, and so very hard. It was waiting for her. It was waiting for her experienced mouth, lips, and tongue. She could pleasure him and make her dog feel as good as he made her feel. After all she had done to him, he deserved it.

“Hold still, Sultan. Mommy’s going to suck your cock now,” Tori said, before leaning over and taking her dog’s huge dick into her mouth.

“Mmmmm-mmm!” Tori groaned. Sultan’s cock was so long and thick; just how she liked it. He tasted different than a man, but she knew he was clean and free from disease. Oh, god! She realized she could play with Sultan’s huge cock anytime she wanted to. She didn’t have to go out to bars any longer to get her needs met. She could stay home and play with her loving pet all day if she wanted to. Plus, Sultan would keep all of her slutty secrets.

Claire watched Mrs. Norris sucking on Sultan’s cock. She was pleased with herself. Now, she wouldn’t have to be the only outlet for Sultan’s immense sexual needs. It was obvious Tori loved her dog Erotik hikaye and would keep him satisfied from now on.

“There’s one more trick we’ve been working on,” Claire said. “Tori, get on your hands and knees.”

Tori hesitated.

“Now!”

Tori pulled Sultan’s long, thick, cock from her sucking, loving, lips. She knew what Claire going to make her do. OMG! Sultan was so big, but after all, she liked them big. She let go of her dog’s cock. She looked at Sultan and then at Claire. She obediently got on her hands and knees and presented her ass for her dog and his trainer. Her pussy was wet and needed to be filled. She hadn’t been fucked since her husband left. She shuddered thinking of Sultan’s huge shaft penetrating her. She moaned with desire and anticipation.

“So, are you sure you never made love to Sultan before?” Claire asked, noticing her eagerness.

“No!” Tori said, seemingly offended, but then softened. “Well…, once when I was really drunk…, but he was too excited and just jumped around.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day!” Claire said, smacking Tori’s round ass. “Sultan’s not fully trained though. His cock is too big for me. But, I’m sure a whore like you won’t have any trouble.”

Claire smirked, then she smiled. She looked down at Mrs. Norris obediently on all fours. Tori’s ass wiggled back and forth as she repeatedly turned her head around to look at Claire and Sultan.

Tori couldn’t believe she was actually waiting for her dog to fuck her slutty cunt! She wanted to feel his huge, red, shaft penetrate her. She wiggled her ass on purpose this time, impatient for her dog’s dick. She ran her fingers through her slick cunt, opening herself for him. She was ready to be fucked.

“Are you ready, Sultan?” Claire said. “Are you ready to Fuck-the-Bitch?”

“Bark!” Sultan was ready too.

Tori shuddered. Then, she closed her eyes and moaned.

Claire was happy for Sultan. He would finally be able to fuck a bitch like he was meant to. Up to now, all Claire could do with Sultan and his humongous cock was to use him as a doggy-dildo, lying on her side and letting him enter her tight, teenage, pussy only a few inches at a time. She had always held Sultan’s cock firmly above the knot when she practiced this trick, knowing her little pussy could not take all of his huge doggy-dick, let alone his immense, hard, knot. It was all she could to hold on to his slippery shaft while she trained him. She never got on her hands and knees, knowing he was too strong for her. She wasn’t ready for his big dick; not yet, anyway. But now, Sultan would get to experience the act of breeding for the first time. And, who better to lose his virginity to than his selfish owner?

“Sultan! Up! Fuck-the-Bitch!” Claire said. She smacked Tori’s ass again, producing a quick yelp from Tori.

Sultan’s ear’s perked up. He was hard and ready to thrust his cock into a warm, wet, cunt. The nice, young, girl always treated him well, but she never let him copulate with her fully. He longed to fuck a bitch and pump his potent seed deep inside of her. The room smelled of warm, wet, pussy. He looked at his master. She was waiting for him, offering her sex to him. He knew he would not be denied this time. No more sliding his engorged shaft again her rough, denim encased leg or her friends while he strained for relief, only to be denied again and again. He was finally going to fuck his bitch.

“Fuck-the-Bitch!” Claire slapped Tori’s naked ass again, maybe harder than she should. “Up, Sultan, Fuck-the-Bitch!”

“Oh, Claire, I don’t’ know…,” Tori looked back, recalling the huge size of her dog’s cock.

Too late. Sultan jumped on his master’s ass and began prodding her ass with his pointed cock, searching for her warm, wet, hole.

Claire saw that Sultan was too eager and inexperienced. She reached in and wrapped her hand around his long, thick, cock. Sultan paused, as he had been trained. Claire guided him towards his master’s warm wetness. She slid his cock up and down Tori’s juicy slit. Claire positioned Sultan’s thick, swollen, cock against Mrs. Norris’s entrance. She let him enter her an inch at a time. She held onto Sultan’s cock for only a moment longer, stopping him from fully penetrating her, but letting him feel his master’s heat engulfing the pointed tip of his cock. Then, she whispered into Sultan’s ear;

“Fuck-the-Bitch!”

Claire released Sultan’s cock, feeling his knot slip past her fingers. He slammed into his master’s warm, wet, cunt. He whined as he scrabbled on the bed, trying to drive his cock deeper and deeper into his newly found bitch. He drove his shaft repeatedly into her, harder and harder. He fucked his bitch, trying to tie with her and keep his potent sperm locked inside of her. He kept driving into her. His knot kept banging against the entrance to his master’s loose, sloppy, cunt.

Claire knew Sultan’s knot was not fully engorged yet. Nature seemed to somehow make sure bitches were fully tied during breeding. She watched Sultan slamming his cock into his mistress, knowing it wouldn’t be long until the two of them were locked together indefinitely.

Tori was surprised at the ferociousness of Sultan’s pounding. Her poor pussy was being bruised by his knot slamming against her.

“Nnnnnhhh!”

“Oh, Claire! Oh, Sultan! Oh, no!”

“Ahhh! Ouch!”

“Mmmm-mmm! Oh?”

“Wow!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Tori,” Claire said. She paused to watch a moment and then walked out of the bedroom. She giggled, knowing that Tori would soon be knotted, and then she would be sexually and emotionally bonded with her handsome dog. It was a special moment for them and she knew the two of them should be left alone. Claire closed the door, feeling a little smug with herself. She knew another dog would be regularly rewarded by his bitch for his good-boy deeds. All because of her and her special training. She waited outside of the door a while longer, to listen to Tori’s frenzied sexual cries.

Tori felt her pussy entrance loosing up from the relentless pounding. She felt Sultan’s knot spread her tender pussy-lips, pushing deeper and deeper, with each thrust.

“Oh god! He’s trying to get that fat thing inside of me!”

Sultan pushed against her, feeling her pussy giving way. His attack was relentless. He did it again and again. Further and further inside of her each time. His knot was almost half-way in!

Tori tried to get away. “Oh, Sultan! No! No!” Tori felt her entrance spreading wider. Any further resistance was futile. She tried to relax. “Oh god!” It was going to happen!

Sultan’s knot slammed home.

“Aiiieeeeeee!” Tori cried out as the huge ball finally spread apart her opening, pushing aside her once firm flesh.

Sultan howled. He held his bitch tighter, swelling his knot with blood, and making it grow and grow until it could no longer be removed. He was sure she would be impregnated now. Then, he began pumping into her furiously, driving his knot deeper and deeper, trying to get release and spray his potent seed inside of his plugged-up bitch.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh Sultan. Oh baby! Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck your mommy! Fuck her! Fuck-the-Bitch! Fuck-the-Bitch!” Tori was babbling now. Her cunt was being hammered. Her entire body was being dominated, used and abused. She loved it! She knew she would be fucking her beautiful, big-dicked lover every day!

Hearing Tori’s frenzied exclamations and knowing exactly how she felt at that moment, Claire laughed, giggled, and then snorted loudly. She swung her book bag over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway to the front door. Claire laughed out loud, imagining Mrs. Norris’s panicked face when she discovered how fully tied she would be with Sultan, and then wondering how long they would be connected together.

Claire could still hear Tori encouraging Sultan and moaning in ecstasy as she opened the front door. She could tell Tori was now orgasming on her dog’s fat dick.

Claire nodded a greeting to a curious couple walking their dog, who were all looking at the source of the odd, primal sounds emanating from the house.

Claire heard Sultan whine with pleasure. It was that special, satisfied, sound she loved to hear. He was now filling his master with heavy spurts of his seed, filling up her womb. Claire closed the front door, locking it behind her and hummed a happy tune as walked home.

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Walking inside the club I felt fabulous and sexy, you can never go wrong with a little black dress and stilettos. This particular dress accentuated my petite but perfectly round breasts and plump ass. Walking in all eyes were on me and I was loving the attention. I was meeting a good friend of mine to celebrate her promotion at work so our intentions were to get absolutely smashed and to have a good time after all it was a Saturday. I spotted her by the bar, she looked absolutely gorgeous, a blonde like me but with bigger breasts and a voluptuous body, i could see my glass of champagne was already set by the bar stool ready for me.

Talking and dancing i realised that I was on my third glass and I was getting very tipsy and very horny. The club started to get really packed and I now on my 5th glass was getting very drunk and really needed to get some fresh air, I spotted an exit at the back of the club so I left my friend who now was grinding her ass on some gorgeous guys cock. I found my way out and sat on a wall taking in the fresh air it was cold and I could feel my nipples getting hard. After 5 minutes I see one of the DJs of the club walk out, he was tall had green eyes and black hair which was styled perfectly, he was gorgeous and it wasn’t because I was drunk. He came and sat next to me claiming he needed fresh air too, I could see his eyes kept on going to my breasts trying to visualize what they looked like under my dress, this made me giggle and I asked him if Sex hikayeleri he found my breasts that interesting and he replied saying I find every inch of you interesting would you care to prove that what I think of you is true? That was it, I loved challenges and this was a challenge..I got up and asked so where to now?

He grabbed my hand tightly and we went back into the club but this time it was up some stairs that were on the side of the club, this felt so naughty. As we stepped inside the room it looked like the VIP section of the club, it had flat screen TV’s all over the place, 3 bars, chandeliers from the ceiling and big black leather couches scattered around, the only source of light was the big window at the front of the room which looked down into the club. I heard the doors close and I turned around and looked him, I still didn’t even know his name but that was the last thing on my mind right now, he grabbed my hands and pulled me close he held me around the waist and kissed me passionately on the mouth, our tongues started exploring each others mouths.. he tasted so good.

As we were kissing I could feel his hands feeling for my breasts and then slowly going up my dress dying to get a feel of my pussy. He then wrapped his arm around my back and started to unzip my dress, as it dropped down to the floor I was now standing there with my black lacy underwear and my stilettos, I could feel his hard cock press against my pussy, this made me want Sikiş hikayeleri his cock even more. My nipples were so hard, he started to suck on them gently while his other hand wandered into my knickers touching my clit and slipping one finger into my tight little wet pussy while I moaned wanting more. I bent down and started taking his trousers and his boxers off while he proceeded in taking his top off.

His cock was rock solid, I took his warm cock in my mouth savouring the taste, just like his mouth his cock tasted so good, I started sucking on his cock giving all my attention to the head licking and sucking it hard. I could hear him moan and start tugging at my hair pushing his cock harder in my mouth, the feeling of his cock in the back of my throat made my pussy even wetter, he face fucked me so hard I started choking as he began thrusting deeper in my throat. Trying to breathe he pulls me up by my hair and asks me how bad I wanted to be fucked? Looking at him with spit dripping down my chin I begged for his cock in my tight little pussy.

I’m naked now except for my stilettos he orders me to walk a little in front of him and orders me to bend down and spread my ass cheeks making sure I give him full view of my wet pussy and tight little ass hole. Next thing I know he is finger fucking me so hard its hard to keep my balance, I wanted to cum so bad but he would not let me. He dragged me across the room towards one of the black leather couches Erotik hikaye and bent me across it and started spanking me until my ass was red raw with hand prints, I loved the way my ass was tingling with heat and pain. After spanking me he gripped me tight around the waist and pulled me hard into his big throbbing cock that was still wet with my spit, he showed me no mercy as he started slamming into my pussy.

I couldn’t control my self I was moaning so load I wanted to cum all over his cock. He pulled out of me and I turned around and start sucking and licking my juices off his cock. I then pushed him onto the couch while I straddled him riding his cock fast and hard, moving my hips in all the right directions, going faster and faster I pulled his hand and put it around my neck demanding to be choked, I was ready to cum…I exploded my pussy juices all over his cock I couldn’t hold it any longer. I got off of him and started sucking his cock hard and fast taking all of it in, he was moaning and breathing faster, he then pushed my head right onto his cock and started cumming, I could feel the warm liquid trickling down my throat as I swallowed all of his delicious cum. I laid there for a little while before getting up and putting my underwear and dress back on. I watched him as he put his clothes back on, he had such an amazing body. As we walked towards the door he kissed me on the lips and said ”that was fucking insane we should do it again sometime” , he then opened the door let me out first, we walked down the stairs, he went one way and I went the other. I walked towards my friend with a dripping wet pussy, a head full of sex and a big smile on my face.. what a night.

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Keith was waiting in the shadows. He had his back against a tree and was stroking his cock slowly through his trousers, feeling the long, hard bulge of it. He was waiting for someone. A few people had passed him already, walking through the park on their way home from work, their heads down against the dark. None of them had seen him.

Now, he moaned deep in his throat, then took his hand away. He didn’t want to get too excited too soon. He eased the knife out of his belt, watching the blade shine in the low light. Only a few minutes later, he heard footsteps and pushed himself further back against the tree, holding his breath.

It was him. A slim, dark-haired teenager wandered out of the shadows to stop by the side of the river, looking out over the water. He couldn’t have been more than seventeen. Keith had been trailing him for weeks, never showing himself. Now, though, it didn’t matter if he saw Keith’s face.

Keith stepped out of the shadows, moving silently, the knife held low by his side. He stopped right behind the young man and, suddenly, grabbed his throat. The young man struggled, trying to scream, but Keith clamped his hand over his mouth and dragged him to the grass.

The young man’s struggles were arousing him to an incredible degree. Keith grabbed the young man’s neck and shoved his head down into the grass. He forced the knife under the waistband of the young man’s trousers and pulled. In a couple of seconds, he was half-naked.

Keith shoved him over onto his back and straddled him, the knife flashing as he cut away the buttons of the young man’s shirt. At this point, the kid obviously decided that it would be a good idea to co-operate. Keith didn’t dissuade him. He forced some of his shirt into his mouth and strapped it in. He didn’t want the kid’s screams alerting anyone.

His now naked victim pinned under him, Keith leant back and smiled. He kept the knife at the youth’s throat and used his left hand to tug his own trousers open, letting his painfully hard cock straighten. He was gratified as he saw the youth’s eyes widen.

‘We’re all animals inside,’ Keith breathed, stroking his cock. Pre-cum shone over the Sex hikayeleri flared head and the veins bulged around the base. His cock twitched and swelled even more at the attention as Keith ran his fingers over the slippery head.

He slowly got to his feet. The kid didn’t move. Either he was in shock or he didn’t think he’d get very far. Keith kept his eye on him as he shrugged his own shirt off and stripped himself of the rest of his clothes. He sank to his knees by the boy’s side, the knife still in his hand, and stroked over his captive’s trembling belly. The skin was cool and very soft.

Keith forced himself to take it slow as he moved his hand down, past the kid’s navel. He knew that there was always the possibility of being discovered by a passer-by, but it was getting late and Keith knew from experience that the park was usually quiet at this time of night. Besides, he had enough confidence in his own speed and strength to take his time.

He squeezed the young man’s tight balls and fondled the soft length of his cock, feeling the muscle harden under his fingers.

‘I know who you are,’ he breathed. ‘I know that she’s with another guy. I can’t imagine how hurt you must feel. Tell me, where did you leave the suicide note? Is it in your bedroom? Is it?’

The kid stared at his, his eyes wide.

Keith smiled. ‘I know what you were planning. I know you’ve been coming down here a lot, casing the joint. But I know it’s quiet too, you see. We both need a little privacy. Were you really going to drown yourself this time or would you be too scared again? Would you run away from it again? No, I know you don’t want that. You shouldn’t kill yourself. There’s so much to live for. I know you think that no-one’s ever going to love you again, but they will.’

He bent and gently kissed the head of the young man’s cock. All the time he’d been talking, he’d been stroking it, so now it was a full six inches long, fully hard. Keith took the head in his mouth and licked over it for a moment before letting it go and sitting back.

He turned the young man over so that he was lying on his front and spread his legs. He kept the knife Sikiş hikayeleri where he could see it. Keith was well-muscled and a lot heavier than the teenager; he would be a fool to try anything.

Keith kissed the small of the kid’s back, enjoying the smell of the crushed grass mingled with his victim’s sweat. He moved down and licked along the base of the young man’s thighs. He spread his legs a little more and bent his back to let Keith’s tongue slide in to gently stroke his ass. As soon as he was wet enough, Keith sat over his legs and leant forwards so that the head of his cock was pressed to the kid’s tight opening.

‘You haven’t had sex before, have you, not really?’

The kid muttered something around the cloth. It sounded like a plea. Keith ignored it and pushed forwards, gently.

‘It’ll be easier if you relax,’ he murmured into the kid’s ear, forcing the head of his cock into the kid’s bowels. The young man thrashed around and tried to scream, but Keith held him down with a hand between his shoulder blades.

Keith paused to take a deep breath as the kid stopped struggling, then pulled out. He helped the kid to his hands and knees. The boy was hanging his head now, sobbing around his gag. Keith gave his cock a quick squeeze then lined up behind him again, his hands on the young man’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock.

The kid’s muscles tightened instinctively and Keith groaned as he managed to force almost a third of his length into the boy’s body. He was very dry, very hot, and very tight. There was no way he’d ever had sex. Keith lowered his head over the kid’s shuddering back and kissed him gently.

‘Just relax,’ he whispered again.

Eventually, the muscles clamped around his cock began to relax and Keith was able to push until his balls were right up against his young lovers’. He still had the knife in his right hand.

Keith began to gently fuck the boy until he could get his cock deep into him. The teenager was still crying, and when Keith pulled out, he saw thick blood coating the head of his cock. Keith was about eight inches long, but he’d never thought he would be too long for the Erotik hikaye kid to take. He pushed back in, and the blood lubricated his cock. As it dribbled out onto his balls and down his thighs, he began to move harder and faster.

Moving with his rhythm, Keith moved his right hand up under the boy’s now soft cock, pressing the tip of the knife to his belly. The kid tried, desperate now, to pull away, but Keith’s other hand was on his shoulder, holding him down.

Keith suddenly jerked the blade up and along, slicing open the kid’s stomach. With a muffled scream, the kid collapsed, Keith still on top of him. The young boy writhed around under him, but Keith threw the knife away and held him down as he neared his climax. His thrusts meant that the kid’s cock was sliding around in his own blood and guts.

Keith sank his teeth into the kid’s neck as he shuddered, still trying to scream. He was dying. Keith hoped that he could still feel his teeth, still hear his ragged breathing as he got closer to coming.

The kid bucked up against him. Keith shoved his cock deep into his bowels and held it there as the kid’s muscles jerked around him, squeezing his cock, milking him. Keith could have sworn then, as they lay locked together, the kid’s shudders were a dying orgasm, but his own balls were contracting. He groaned around the blood that filled his mouth as he emptied himself, shooting deep inside the dying kid’s bowels.

At last, the boy’s convulsions stopped and Keith felt the muscles that gripped his cock so tightly relax. He pulled out in a trickle of sperm and blood. He stood, a little unsteadily, and did his best to wipe himself off. He pulled his clothes back on, then flipped the body over. The kid’s sightless eyes stared straight up, faintly accusing. Keith smiled and grabbed him under the arms.

It was only a few metres to the side of the river, and the boy was so light that Keith dragged him easily. He dumped the body, then threw the kid’s clothes in after him. He didn’t bother to clean up the bank, the blood-stained grass, or the clear mark where the body had been dragged.

No-one would come looking for him. He paused for a minute, then threw the knife in after the body.

‘Wasn’t that worth the wait?’ he asked the river.

With a smile, he watched the surface of the water become calm again, then walked away.

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Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Thirteen: Voyeuristic Discoveries

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Sam Davies

Confusion billowed through me. Daddy was talking to someone that wasn’t here as he stared at his phone, his cock throbbing as it thrust before him. Frowning, I wanted to understand all of this. I grabbed his cock, fresh from my ass, as I knelt.

“What’s going on, Daddy?” I purred then licked the tip, tasting the sour flavor of my asshole. It was such a naughty treat. My asshole ached from being fucked, his cum leaking out of me. We were in a side room in my Christian college’s office.

“I found Player Two,” he said, my tongue dancing around his cock.

“Who?”

“My opponent.”

I stroked his cock, frowning at him. “It’s a game? This editing power you have?”

“Sort of.”

I flicked his dick again, savoring more of my sour asshole. Did Daddy edit me to like the taste of my own ass on his cock, or was I just a kinky girl? “Are you winning?”

“I’m going to now that I know who I’m up against.” He laughed while my lips sucked on the tip of his cock. His precum spilled over my mouth. “He’s been manipulating me while I scrambled to find him. After tomorrow, once I’m mayor…”

I grinned at the way he smiled. I sucked and nursed on his cock. This was so hot. I loved games. I used to play them all the time with my brother. I kicked his ass in Street Fighter or Smash Bros or Mortal Kombat.

Daddy groaned, such a triumph in his expression. I was so glad to understand this. I was tricked into my emotional turmoil. While Daddy had edited me, he didn’t make me love him. My feelings for him were natural. He just made it so I could love him. That everyone who mattered accepted our incestuous love.

My lips sealed around his shaft. I bobbed my head. I sucked hard. His precum spilled over my tongue. I danced my tongue around his cock. The sour flavor of my asshole only spiced this wonderful delight. My pussy itched and ached as I loved my daddy.

“Damn, Sam,” he groaned. His hand slid through my short, fiery hair. He grabbed a fistful of my locks with a tight grip. “Fuck, you’re an amazing daughter.”

I shuddered in delight. My pussy cream dribbled down my thighs as I took more of his cock into my mouth.

I had to buff his dick clean of my ass. I had to take him all.

My lips slid farther down his shaft. He groaned, his handsome face contorting with pleasure as his cock pressed into the back of my throat. I swallowed him. I relaxed my throat and slid my lips down his shaft. The sour flavor of my ass filled my mouth as his dick reached down my gullet.

I deep-throated Daddy. My lips pressed into his dark pubic hair. I breathed in his manly musk. My throat swallowed, working against his shaft. I massaged him. I sucked hard. I moaned. My passion hummed around his dick. I gripped his hips, reveling in the flavor of my asshole.

I cleaned his cock.

I was such a loving daughter.

I slid my shaft up Daddy’s dick. I sucked the entire time. The sour flavor of my ass swelled for a moment. Drool ran down my chin. I sucked and slurped. This was so wonderful. My pussy itched. Cum dribbled out of my asshole and across my taint. The naughty spunk reached my pussy, coating me.

I swallowed his cock again. I slid his shaft down my throat. I polished the entire length of his cock. His chest rose. My right hand slid up his body and crossed his fit stomach to his chest. My fingernails scratched at him as I loved him.

“Damn, Sam,” he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s amazing. You’re such a loving daughter.”

Joy burst in my heart.

My head twisted from side to side. I sucked. Slurped. I loved him. Precum spilled over my tongue. The sour flavor of my ass faded as I cleansed him. My hand felt the strength of his body. I left red lines as my fingernails scratched.

He growled. I could tell he was close. I slid my mouth up to the tip of his cock. I sealed around just the tip of his dick. I fluttered my tongue around the crown. His dick twitched. He let out a loud groan of passion.

His incestuous cum fired into my mouth.

“Sam!”

His hot cum splashed against the back of my throat. It spilled over my mouth. It was amazing. I sucked it down. I gulped it. His amazing spunk felt delightful on my tongue. Thick and creamy, full of his seed. I gulped it down. I swallowed it all.

His face contorted. He grunted. Groaned. My pussy clenched. More cum dribbled out of my asshole. I whimpered as Daddy fired the last of his cum into my mouth. I savored it, letting it play across my tongue.

It was amazing.

I popped my mouth off his cock and swallowed the last load. “Oh, Daddy, you’re going to win!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

James Davies

The college’s library felt so empty as I worked on the last drawing. I just didn’t have time to go anywhere else. I had to finish this drawing. It had been itching at me all day. My Copic marker finished drawing the line of the elegant girl.

Aoi wore a kimono in this inching. I pictured her short, indigo hair framing her graceful and loving face. She looked so graceful. A regal beauty from another age. She had this look in her eyes that she loved her man and supported him.

Orihime and Ruri kissed nearby. Every time I started drawing now, they would amuse themselves. They were happy. They weren’t bugging me any longer. They let me finish it. I just had to get Aoi drawn. She was the last one.

I drew the final line. I groaned, feeling the magic of my godhood tingle through the paper. Usually, they didn’t come alive here. They stayed on the page until needed. There was a sketchbook at Dreamgirl Delights just full of my drawings and girls to come to life. I had lost track of how many I drew.

I felt like I should summon her. It was right. Aoi blossomed. She stepped out of the page, color spilling over her, her kimono a wonderful purple wrapped about the Japanese girl’s body. She grew to her full size, her blue hair swaying short about her shoulders. It was an adorable style.

“Oh, my, she’s cute,” said Orihime, breaking the kiss.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back in the chair.

Aoi knelt down before me then bowed in the supplicating way of the Japanese. My heart rushed as she sat up. She had such a gentle smile on her face. “I’m the last one, James-sama.”

Sama… It was a Japanese honorific. It meant “lord” or “master.” A term of great respect.

“You have done well.” She straightened as she knelt. Her hands reached behind her, undoing the wide obi, the belt that held a kimono closed, and undid it. My heart felt tight as it slipped off. Her kimono slipped open. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Her breasts, while not as large as Orihime’s, swayed before her, her skin that pale-olive of a Japanese woman, nipples hard.

“Oh, my, she’s a friendly one,” said Ruri.

“You like friendly women,” Orihime said.

“Idiot, no I don’t!” Ruri gasped.

“Oh, then why is your hand in my panties?”

“You put my hand in your panties!” hissed Ruri.

“And it’s still there,” Orihime purred. “You love friendly women, you cute girl. And now your finger is wiggling inside of me. Oh, Ruri, I can return the favor.”

Ruri groaned.

Aoi slipped all the way out of her kimono, her short, blue hair framing the loving face. She cupped her soft breasts, kneading them in her hand. She shifted on her knees, moving closer to me. I swallowed, my heart beating faster. My women kissed behind me, loving each other.

I shot my hand down and unsnapped my jeans. How long had it been since I had sex? I had been so focused on drawing. I had to get all the girls finished. And I had. It was wonderful. I could relax now. Enjoy myself.

I pulled out my cock. It thrust hard out of my gray slacks. I loosened my tie as Aoi piled her lush tits around my dick. I groaned at the silky feel of her tits around my shaft. She smiled up at me with such loving delight in her eyes as she squeezed her tits around me.

I groaned as she worked her tits up my cock.

“Damn,” I panted.

“Ooh, she’s giving you a titty fuck,” purred Orihime. “Do her tits feel as good as mine?”

“Is there a safe way for me to answer that?” I groaned as Aoi worked her breasts up and down my cock. She massaged me, her nipples rubbing against my stomach through my dress shirt.

“No,” Ruri answered. “Orihime!”

I threw a look behind me and groaned. Ruri’s blouse was open. Her small breasts were out and Orihime was sucking on them. Ruri’s gray skirt was bunched around her waist, Orihime’s hand working in Ruri’s panties. She was returning the favor, Orihime’s blouse unbuttoned, her tie dangling between her tits along with her new gold cross my mother gave me to give to Orihime.

Both my women loved their new crosses.

I watched them as Aoi worshiped my cock. Her tits slid up and down me, my toes curling. It was so good to relax. All the tension of the last two weeks melted away. I smiled, my balls aching as those lush breasts caressed me. They swallowed my cock’s tip over and over again.

“Your women are affectionate, James-sama,” purred Aoi.

“Yes, they are,” I said, watching Ruri’s cute face twist in passion. Her blue-purple pigtails swayed around her shoulders. My nubile lover moaned as Orihime sucked on those fine, little titties.

Orihime’s orange hair spilled around her shoulders. Her hips wiggled back and forth, Ruri’s hand busy between her thighs. Ruri’s little moans echoed through the library. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her hand, the one not busy fingering Orihime, grabbed my busty lover’s shoulder, gripping her.

My dick twitched and throbbed Sex hikayeleri in the embrace of Aoi’s tits. My precum spilled out, coating her inner flesh. I sucked in a deep breath. My balls tightened as my load of cum built and built. I had so much to give her.

“Oh, James-sama, release all your passion upon me,” Aoi moaned. She squeezed her tits tight around my cock. “Just spurt your spunk on me.”

“Yes, yes, do it, James,” moaned Ruri. Her fingers gripped Orihime’s shoulder. “You deserve it.”

Orihime moaned her agreement around Ruri’s little nub.

“Yes, I do,” I panted, staring back down at Aoi.

Her indigo eyes stared up at me. She had such a loving smile on her lips. She worked her tits faster and faster. She massaged me. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. The building pressure tensed the crown of my cock. Precum spilled around me.

My chest rose and fell. My shirt fell so tight. Aoi wanted it. I could see it in her eyes. She just wanted to please me. To make me happy. Ruri squealed in the background as my balls tightened. My cum came to a boil.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

My cum erupted from my dick. It splashed up and splattered Aoi’s sweet face. She kept smiling at me as my pearly jizz splashed over her. It coated her lips. Her tongue darted out, gathering up the salty spunk. I painted her features. It dripped down onto her breasts.

“Oh, yes, James-sama!” she moaned as she worked her tits up and down my cock, massaging me.

My cum spilled over her breasts. It splattered those lush mounds. The pleasure shot through me again and again. Rapture slammed into my mind. Stars burst before me. I groaned out my ecstasy. My chair creaked as the last spurt of cum dribbled over the edge and coated her inner slopes.

“Yes, yes, yes, Orihime!” Ruri moaned behind me.

“Oh, James-sama, you were so backed up,” moaned Aoi. She sank back from me, pulling her tits from my dick. Her large breasts swayed. They were coated in my spunk.

“Let’s go lick her clean, Ruri!” Orihime moaned.

“What?” Ruri gasped, sounding dazed, lost in an orgasmic fog.

Orihime pulled Ruri off the table and dragged her past my chair. Ruri stumbled, her small titties jiggling, her cheeks flushed and lips glistening. I smiled as Orihime fell to her knees and darted her head down, licking up my cum off Aoi’s tits.

“Oh, Orihime-sama,” moaned Aoi. “Ooh, you are such an affectionate woman.”

“Uh-huh,” she panted.

Ruri squirmed, still holding Orihime’s hand. Her other was coated in pussy juices. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her fingers to my mouth. Ruri shuddered as I sucked Orihime’s sweet pussy cream from her digits. My cheeks hollowed.

“Come lick her clean, Ruri,” Orihime said.

“Idiot, I’m not—” Ruri’s words broke off in a squeak as Orihime tugged her down to her feet. My cute lover landed on her knees, her pigtails bouncing. Then she was jerked down. She squirmed and then licked up cum off Aoi’s other tit.

“Damn,” I groaned, watching my women work, Aoi beaming the entire time. “We should continue this at Dreamgirl Delights.”

“Nope,” Orihime said. “It’s Friday. It’s date night. You’re done with your drawing. Rei and Asuka can run the club just fine.” Rei was the third girl I made. I created her for Seth to be his girlfriend. Then Asuka joined had joined Rei as Seth’s second lover.

“It’ll be fine, James-sama,” Aoi said. “I will aide them, too. Your girlfriends deserve to have some special time with you.”

Without that pressure to draw, I nodded my head. “Sure. Going out and doing something sounds great.”

“Too much drawing is bad for you,” Ruri said as she lifted her head and glanced at me over her shoulder, a bit of my cum on her chin. “You can be such an idiot, James.”

“Good thing I have you to look out for me,” I said, stroking her head.

Her cheeks went crimson with a blush and her expression softened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve Davies

Unlike usual, Linda drove me home. I was staring at my phone, watching Seth Myers through the app.

Sam was in the backseat, not heading home with her friends. She had avoided any punishment for the outburst. Linda’s seduction of Rosemary Blum had worked out well. Sam would have to deliver an apology to her class and would be on her best behavior for a few weeks. If she did anything else, she’d be suspended.

“What does he want?” asked Linda.

“No idea,” I said, watching Seth. “He’s been quiet so far. Nothing about him seems out of the ordinary.”

“Well, what’s he doing now?” my wife asked.

“The same thing he’s been doing,” I said. “He’s beating Becky in a game of chess and teaching her about the mistake she just made. How to read opponents and be better.”

“Well, why is she doing that?” my wife muttered. “You know how Becky was acting weird earlier this week.”

I nodded.

“Well, she suddenly found herself attracted to him.” My wife shook her head. “I thought it was normal. You know, some infatuation. I told her she had a choice, to be faithful to you. Those feelings didn’t matter, they were normal, and so long as she didn’t act on them, there was nothing wrong about it.”

“Interesting,” I said. I opened the screen and opened Becky’s profile. I headed to her Spiritual Menu.

Spiritual

• Sexuality

• Faith

• Morality

• Social

I tapped on her Social Sub-Menu and then her Relationships Sub-Menu. Seth was climbing up on her list. I was at the top, followed by her friend, Tonya, then my wife, Sam, and then there was Seth. My skin tightened as I tapped Seth, opening up her feelings for him.

• Becky has an infatuation with Seth Meyers, finding him cute. However, she is committed to her father and wishes just to be friends with Seth.

• Becky finds Seth to be intelligent and patient, a good teacher. She wants to become a better chess player partly because of her infatuation.

• Becky is jealous that Tonya Alberts is in a relationship with Seth, envious of both parties. However, she isn’t willing to let that control her because she wants her friend to be happy and to limit her attraction to Seth.

• Becky trusts Seth.

I frowned. I felt uncomfortable reading this. Her feelings seemed normal, though. I found women attractive all the time. I knew that rush of lust for a new beauty. I felt it with my daughters. Becky was committed. She wasn’t wanting to cheat. Still…

“He can’t have edited her,” I said.

“There are other ways to influence a person,” said my wife.

“True,” I said. I switched over to the view of the room. Tonya was sitting beside Seth, their dots almost merging together. She was another girl that couldn’t be edited. I wondered if there was something he was wearing. I touched his shirt.

Nothing.

His vest. His slacks. His shoes. His tie…

EDITED BY PLAYER TWO

I frowned at that. I opened the tie’s menu.

Light Gray Tie, 2.5” x 58”, School Uniform Supplier, LLC

• Physical Quality

• Spiritual Quality

I tapped the Spiritual Quality Menu.

Spiritual Quality

• History

• Meaning

• Aura

I hit Auras. If he had done anything to make it affect people.

• Becky Davies will trust Seth Meyers, seeing him as someone she can rely on.

• Becky Davies will feel attracted to Seth Meyers and desire to pursue a relationship with him.

• Tonya Alberts will feel attracted to Seth Meyers and be open to a sexual relationship. She will fall in love with him.

• Tonya Alberts desires to be Seth Meyers girlfriend because she has fallen in love with him.

• Tonya Alberts will want to have a threesome with her lover Becky Davies and her lover Seth Meyers.

• Steve Davies will think he has checked Seth Meyers to see if he was edited when searching for PLAYER TWO.

“That little creep,” I muttered. “He’s used his aura to date Tonya.”

“You do the same thing,” Linda said. “My nurse’s office.”

I shifted. “I don’t make the girls fall in love with me. And… he didn’t make Becky fall in love with her. He just… made her attracted to him. But Tonya… Why?”

“I don’t know,” Mom said.

“What’s Seth’s feelings on Becky?” Sam asked.

I switched to Seth. I navigated through his menus to find his Relationships Sub-Menu. Becky Davies was at the top of the list. A pair of girls named Rei and Asuka were next, then his mother, Tonya, my son, various other students. I was farther down. I clicked on Becky.

• Seth Meyers desires nothing more than to have Becky Davies.

• Seth Meyers has long loved Becky Davies and desired her but was never noticed by her.

• Seth Meyer was only friends with Becky Davies’s brother to be around her and hope that something would happen.

• Seth Meyers would do anything to have her as a lover.

• Seth Meyers is jealous that Becky Davies has found love with her father.

“This is all about Becky?” I muttered. “What he plans. He wants her.”

“He can’t hurt her,” Linda muttered. “Right?”

“Yeah, the aura on her necklace is strong. It’ll protect her.” I swallowed, leaning back. “What are we going to do about this? He’s going to arm half the town tomorrow. If not more. I can’t pass any sort of gun laws before Monday.”

“You have the cops under your control, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, but there’ll be consequences. Lawsuits. People could get hurt.” I bit my lip. “I don’t have any spare edits. Not until Sunday. Not unless we want us to be open.”

“You could always not be mayor,” said Sam. “Why did Seth even make you into mayor?”

“No idea,” I said. I clicked on my name in his Relationship Sub-Menu.

• Seth Meyers hates Steve Davies and will see Sikiş hikayeleri him destroyed for soiling his daughter, Becky Davies.

That was it. Nothing else. It was so focused. So one-track. I shuddered at the force of it. He hated me. I had to do something about him. How could I deal with someone who could edit reality? I’d have to wait until he was out of edits. How could I even know that?

I’d have to force him to use his edits. Then I could sick the police on him. Arrest him. Have his phone confiscated. Once he was disarmed, I’d have to find some excuse to keep him imprisoned for the rest of his life. It was terrible. He was a kid, but I didn’t want him hurting my family.

“Is everything ready?” my wife asked.

“Only edits left are the final protection to city hall and to my wedding ring,” I said.

My wife glanced at me. “I wished you’d protected yourself earlier.”

“Our family’s protection was more important,” I muttered. “We’re heading home. It’ll give the same protection until midnight.”

Tomorrow, I would have one final edit left. One chance to counter whatever it was that Seth planned. City hall, our college, and our home would all be safe. My family, including James and his girls, had their protection. Seth couldn’t hurt us. I just needed to figure out how to use my edits to trap him. I had to put roadblocks up.

Three of them.

If I used my Sunday edits and unleashed the consequences of them upon him on Monday, I would have three uses while he was forced to use his to get out of trouble. I smiled, liking this plan.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Becky Davies

“Have fun on your date,” I said as I gathered up my stuff, chess club over.

“I will,” said Tonya. She had a bright smile on her face. “Sorry to cancel our sleepover. Mom was bummed. I think she likes it when you come over.”

Definitely.

“I think she wanted to have a girl’s weekend,” she said. “But we can get together tomorrow. My brother and dad will still be on their camping trip.”

This was supposed to be the weekend that Mrs. Alberts and I were going to seduce Tonya into lesbian incest. I wanted Tonya to have as much fun with her mother as I had with mine. But she was wrapped up in her new relationship with Seth.

Maybe that was why I felt that tingle of attraction for him. I was jealous that Tonya was into him and part of me wanted to break them up. It was petty. She was happy. She deserved to find a guy to love. I wished it could have been my father, but…

At least we were still lovers. Seth didn’t know, I hoped, but maybe tomorrow… “I have the inauguration tomorrow. It’ll probably take all day.”

“Well, you can sleepover Saturday night,” Tonya said. “That’s okay, right, Seth.”

“Sure,” Seth said, grinning at me. He had a friendly smile. A flutter of heat washed through me. I returned his smile with one of my own. I just had to keep thinking of him as a friend.

A friend.

“Okay, it’s a date,” my friend said and hugged me. She kissed my cheek then broke away, her platinum-blonde hair flying about her. She latched onto Seth’s arm and the pair swept out.

I slunk down the hall and headed out a side door. Mrs. Alberts waited in her car. I hurried to it and climbed in before anyone saw us. I could see the disappointment on her face. She drew in a deep breath. “So… she’s dating Seth tonight?”

“Yeah,” I said, biting my lip. “He’ll be a perfect gentleman.” I didn’t want her to know her daughter was fucking a guy and not just me. “He’s a good guy.”

“I know, it’s just…” She wanted her daughter badly.

“Well, she’ll come home eventually,” I said. “Maybe she’ll be horny, and we can… play with her.”

“Ooh, I like how you think,” Mrs. Alberts said. Then, with this wild look in her eyes, she leaned over and kissed me right there in the parking lot. I moaned into the lips of my older lover, her tongue thrusting into my mouth.

My heart beat fast. I loved being with older women. My mother was my favorite, but Mrs. Alberts was exciting. Our tongues dueled as her hand rested on my thigh. It was so exciting. Someone could see us. Recognize us.

It was a wild risk.

Mrs. Alberts broke the kiss, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about her flushed face. Her large breasts rose and fell in the tight, purple sweater she wore. They weren’t as big as mine, but they were such delicious tits to play with.

“I had to badger my son to get him to go with his father on their weekend camping trip,” muttered Mrs. Alberts. “I hope this isn’t a waste.”

“Well, we’re going to have some fun at the very least,” I said, stroking her thigh.

Mrs. Alberts grinned. She put her car into drive than darted her hand between my thighs. Her hand shot up beneath my skirt as she pulled away from the college. I gasped as the older, married woman’s fingers pressed into the satin crotch of my panties. Then she hooked her fingers through the leg hole and slid through my bush to find my wet pussy lips.

“Mrs. Alberts!” I gasped, my large breasts swelling the front of my gray vest and blouse. Her fingers plunged into my pussy.

“Mmm, you’re just juicy for tonight,” she purred, fingering me as she headed through the parking lot for the exit.

I groaned as we left Rainier Christian College with a huge smile on my face. My pussy clenched on her plunging fingers. She thrust them in and out of me, stirring me up. It was an incredible delight. My eyes fluttered. My legs straightened, my feet pressing on the floorboard. My seat creaked.

“Mrs. Alberts, yes!” I gasped.

Her thumb rubbed at my clit. My naughty pussy clenched around her fingers. Sparks flared through my twat as she pumped them in and out of me. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. The back of my head thudded into the headrest.

“Mrs. Alberts! Oh, you’re so naughty!”

“Mmm, you made me this way,” groaned the MILF. “If you weren’t a lesbian, I’d take you into bed with my husband. I think about sharing girls with him all the time.”

“Not… lesbian but… but…” I shuddered. “I love my daddy! He’s the only man for me!”

“How hot!” the MILF groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you want your daddy to fuck my daughter, don’t you?”

“And my mother!” I moaned. I wanted to share Tonya with both my parents. “Yes, yes, that’s incredible. Oh, Mrs. Alberts, yes! When Tonya comes home tonight, we’re going to pounce on her!”

“Ooh, that will be so wild!” the MILF groaned, thrusting her fingers deep into my cunt as she drove one-handed. “I can’t wait! I want her so bad and—”

She slammed on her brakes. The car screeched to a halt, almost rear-ending the vehicle waiting at the light. I glanced to my right and groaned at the sight of the gun shop. They had a sale going on. Maybe I should buy a gun after the inauguration ceremony.

“Ooh, yes, yes, we’re going to make my daughter explode,” Mrs. Alberts panted, her fingers churning my cunt up to a hot froth.

“We are!” I gasped, squirming. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my gray vest swelling with them. “Mrs. Alberts!”

Traffic flowed on. I whimpered and groaned as she drove us into the residential part of Rainier. Traffic flashed by as her fingers plundered my pussy again and again. She brought me closer and closer to my orgasm. That wonderful, gasping, shuddering delight. I groaned, my heart screaming in my chest.

Her thumb massaged my clit, rubbing it in fast circles. My body spasmed. It was happening so fast. We were driving through our neighborhood. We lived so close together. My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy clenched about her fingers as we passed people I knew.

If they had any idea that Mrs. Alberts was fingering me…

“Oh, my god, yes!” I howled and came on her fingers.

My pussy convulsed hard. Juices gushed out and bathed her hand. I felt them soaking my bush and panties. Her digits plunged deep into me. Her thumb massaged my clit as my head tossed. My feet pressed on the floorboard as I squirmed. My seatbelt dug into my tits.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Alberts purred, turning into her driveway. “This is what we’re going to do to my daughter.”

“We are!” I howled as rapture surged through my body.

Ecstasy drowned my mind. It inundated me in a wash of passion. I groaned, my eyes blinking. Stars burst across my vision. I loved every bit of this. I bucked and groaned. My heart beat with such excitement.

The garage door closed behind her car, plunging us into darkness. I turned my head and kissed my older lover. Her lips melted to mine as my orgasm peaked. My pussy spasmed a final time about her naughty fingers.

Tonight would be amazing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Linda Davies

“What’s he up to?” I asked.

We’d eaten dinner with just Sam. Becky was with her lover, Mrs. Alberts, and James was, surprisingly, not drawing. He was out at dinner with Ruri and Orihime. I was surprised that he was taking them to such a nice restaurant. Samurai was a delicious Japanese steakhouse.

My husband glanced at his phone. “Still at the movie with Tonya and… Damn.”

“What?” I asked, sitting down on the couch. Sam was upstairs doing her makeup homework to get out of her trouble.

“Tonya’s giving him a blowjob in the middle of the theater.

“So they’re being normal young people,” I said, glancing at the screen. It was dark, but you could see Tonya’s platinum-blonde hair swaying as she bobbed her head. The light from the playing movie shifted and danced, painting Seth’s weaselly face as she sucked.

A warm tingle raced up through my body. It mixed with my nervous energy for tomorrow. I just wanted this all to be over. For Seth to be defanged, for my family to be safe, and yet… I was watching these two youths doing the sort of naughty things I did when I was there Porno Hikayeleri age.

And older.

“I never did blow you in a movie, did I?” I said, sliding my hand up and down his cock.

“Not in the timeline I remember,” he said. “Didn’t see any memories like that when I do look at the differences.”

“Oh,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “I did blow you in a car.”

“I remember that.”

“I’m glad the old me did that much,” I said, unzipping his jeans. He’d changed out of his school clothes. I was wearing just a robe, nothing underneath, but he was in his weekend clothing, comfortable, worn jeans and a sweater from our Alma matter Washington State University, the cougar snarling on the front.

“Feeling frisky?” he asked, glancing from the screen. You could just hear Tonya’s sucks and slurps in a lull in the movie’s action. It sounded like one of those superhero films. Those Marvelous or Amazing or whatever. Sam and James loved them.

“Maybe,” I said, drawing out his cock. “You just watch Seth and Tonya, and I’ll take care of you.”

I leaned over, feeling so wild and wanton. Even young. It was such a strange sensation. My hand gripped my husband’s cock. It made me happy that in all timelines I loved his dick. I might have been repressing half my sexuality in this other life I couldn’t remember, but I had done naughty things for Steve.

My lips slid over his cock. He groaned, shifting on the couch. I sucked hard on him, loving the flavor of his precum spilling in my mouth. I groaned as I worked my mouth up and down his dick. My lips sealed tight, my tongue dancing.

“Damn, Linda,” he groaned. “He has no idea we’re on to him. He’s so relaxed. Just enjoying his blowjob. Tonya’s bobbing her head. She’s really working it.”

I popped my mouth off his dick. “Mmm, just enjoy the show while I love you.”

He moaned as I engulfed his cock again.

I loved it. I knew this dick. I had one boyfriend before Steve. I wish I hadn’t given him my virginity, shame Steve didn’t adjust things so he got that treat, but his cock was never as good as this one. I loved sucking my husband. Feeling him in my mouth, giving him this pleasure.

Maybe it was my conservative, Christian upbringing. The woman should submit to her husband and support him. I was. Submitting. Supporting. Loving. I sucked so hard. It made me so wet to blow him. I was so juicy between my thighs.

I wanted to finger myself, to thrust my digits deep into my twat, but it was more fun holding off. I let my pussy simmer. I knew I would cum so hard on his dick. I would explode with delight on him. It would be one amazing moment of rapture.

My cheeks hollowed as I fisted his dick with one hand and played with his balls with the other. My brassy-brown hair fell about his cock as I bobbed my head. My lips sealed tight, drawing out more and more of his precum.

A preview for what his nuts held.

I massaged his balls as I loved him. I kneaded them with care. I knew this man so well. The sounds he made. The taste of him. There was something to being naughty with the person you’d shared your life with, maintaining that intimacy, sharing wicked pleasures.

“Damn, Linda,” he groaned, his hand seizing my hair. He held me tight. He gripped me as my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. “Oh, yes, that’s good.”

My tongue darted around his crown. I stimulated him. I drew out his precum. He growled, his balls twitching. He was coming closer and closer as he watched the screen. I sucked as hard as I could, wanting his jizz.

“She’s lifting her head,” Steve groaned. “I think she’s going to fuck him right there in the theater. Yes, yes, she’s wiggling her hips. She’s pulling her panties out from beneath her skirt. She’s handing them to him… Fuck, he’s sniffing them.”

Steve’s dick twitched in my mouth. He should have edited Tonya to be into him. Then he could have fucked her. I had enjoyed the girl once. Last week, she came to visit my nurse’s office. I took her temperature rectally while feasting on her delicious twat. I sent her back to class feeling so much better.

“Damn!” Steve groaned. Then his cock erupted into my mouth.

I groaned in delight, gulping down his cum. It spurted hot into my mouth. The thick spunk spilled over my tongue. I swallowed it down with hunger. It slid down my throat to my stomach. It was such a rush. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping excitement through my body.

My molten pussy clenched, aching to be filled.

My eyes fluttered as he groaned with each eruption. His cum flowed down my throat, warming my belly, making my pussy simmer. I fisted his cock, massaging out every drop while his balls twitched a final time in my hand.

“Linda!” he groaned.

My mouth popped off, I rose, throwing open my robe and letting it fall off my body. His dark eyes flicked from the phone to my large breasts. I fell on him, straddling him, my pussy burning for his cock. Liquid delight spilled down my thighs, my spicy musk filling the air.

I straddled him, my hand seizing his dick. He groaned as I skillfully guided him to my twat. I had done this so many times. I knew his body and my own. How we fit together. I slammed my cunt down his cock.

“Steve!” I groaned as he filled me. My hungry pussy gripped him. His dick throbbed inside of me. His face twisted with passion. “Oh, damn, Steve, you’re hung.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted. “Damn, Linda, you’re so hot for it.”

“I am!” I moaned. “Show me the screen. Let’s see what Tonya’s up to. Let’s see her riding that little weasel’s cock.”

He turned the screen. There she was, her back to the theater, working her pussy up and down his cock. They were so bold. Her hair danced around her shoulders. Her hands gripped his chest. She threw back her head, delight twisting on her face.

The same delight I had seen when I’d eaten her out.

My pussy clenched on my husband’s cock. I shuddered, working my twat up and down his dick. I whimpered, my heart racing. This wicked heat surged through me. My hips wiggled from side to side, stirring his dick around in my cunt.

“Seth!” Tonya whimpered.

“Ooh, you can do better,” I groaned. “My husband is such a better man than Seth! He’s got a cock!”

“Damn,” Steve groaned.

My hips worked faster. I pumped my pussy up and down his cock, gripping him. The friction was incredible. The pleasure spilled through me. My heart raced. My tits bounced before me. Steve kept his hand gripped on the phone as his face pressed into my tits.

“Yes, Anael, my wife’s on fire tonight.”

“I am,” I moaned, not seeing the angel but knowing she was around. “Ooh, yes, yes, I love your cock, Steve!”

My pussy clenched around him. I slammed down his cock, taking him to the hilt. It was incredible. My twat savored it. This wicked pleasure surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest. I wiggled from side to side, stirring him up.

This wanton delight built and built in me. My pussy clenched around his cock. It was such a treat. He filled me to the hilt. His big dick felt incredible in me. I whimpered and groaned. My heart pounded faster and faster.

I slammed down his cock. I gripped him. This wicked heat shuddered through me. My hips danced from side to side. I pressed my cunt down into my husband’s crotch. I loved the feel of him. It made me shudder. This was incredible. A wicked passion that had me trembling. Aching.

“Ooh, Tonya, honey,” I moaned at the phone. “You should be riding this cock. That would make Becky so happy.”

“So fucking happy,” Steve groaned. “I should have edited her to be attracted to me.”

“You’re too good of a man,” I moaned. “Every woman you edit should have the hots for us.”

My pussy clenched at those words. At the power we had. I shuddered as I slammed down his cock. I took him to the hilt. It was incredible. A delicious treat. My back arched. My breasts heaved and bounced, brushing my husband’s face.

Tonya worked her pussy faster, too. She was moaning, groaning, approaching her orgasm. The two were so wild. I bet that little weasel had an aura around him. Letting him get away having sex in public.

My pussy squeezed around my husband’s cock as I slid down his girth. I ground my clit into his pubic bone. Sparks flew. I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. I whimpered, my eyes locked on the screen.

On Tonya’s dancing hair as she gasped out in delight.

“She’s cumming on his cock!” I moaned, my husband’s free hand squeezing my rump hard. “She should be cumming on yours!”

“Yes!” Steve groaned.

I slammed down my husband’s cock. I took him to the hilt. My clit burst with pleasure. I gasped as my back arched. My breasts pressed into my husband’s face, smothering him as my pussy convulsed around his cock.

My orgasm swept through my body.

“Tonya, you should be cumming on my husband’s cock like I am!” I howled, my pussy writhing, sucking at Steve’s dick.

“Becky!” Seth groaned as it was clear he was cumming in that girl.

“My husband wouldn’t howl another girl’s name when erupting in you!” I hissed, anger swelling through the rapture bursting inside of me.

“Yes!” growled Steve. He dropped his phone, the app instantly dying, the sounds of the fucking cutting off before the device even hit the cushion. “Linda!”

My husband’s cum spurted into me.

Hot and thick. He flooded my cunt. I shuddered, squirming on him as I milked him. Waves of rapture slammed through my body. I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as this rapture blazed across my thoughts.

Such a wonderful delight to enjoy. A blessing. I loved it. I savored it as his cum spilled into me. So much jizz pumped into my cunt. I groaned, my pussy milking him dry. I whimpered into his mouth as he spurted a final blast of his spunk into me.

I broke the kiss, moaning, “Steve, we’re going to beat that little weasel.”

“Yes, we are,” he said, a smile growing. “I’m forming a plan.”

To be continued…

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Lisa and I teamed up to do a report for our sociology class. The whole group was divided into two-person teams; that was part of the assignment.
For my part, I was pretty glad. I thought Lisa was pretty cute–a little bookish, maybe, and shy. She had short brown hair and glasses. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup, and didn’t wear showy clothes, but from time to time, you’d catch just a glimpse of her body beneath some article of clothing she wore, and you’d get this hint of a really great body beneath her unflattering clothing. She owned a pair or two of jeans that were really tight, which she’d usually wear with an oversized, button-down shirt that would cover the better part of her butt; you could make out the graceful form of her thighs, but, except when she assumed certain positions, the beautiful silhouette of her behind was left to the imagination.
I’d flirted with her in class from time to time, and was hoping this report would give me a chance to get to know her a little better, and maybe ask her out.
We were working in her room, surrounded by a modest stack of books we’d just checked out from the library, the subject of mass hypnosis came up. I thought the whole idea of hypnosis was absolute hogwash, the stuff of lackluster dimestore magicians and nickel carnival sideshows. She assured me that hypnosis was genuine; she’d even had a relative that’d been able to give up smoking with the aid of hypnosis.
“I’ve even been hypnotized myself,” she added sagely.
“I still believe it’s more self-delusion than any kind of hypnotic influence,” I retorted.
“It is not. People can be hypnotized, and suggestions can be implanted in the subconscious.”
I snorted.
“Look,” she said, “if you don’t believe me, why don’t I demonstrate?”
“Demonstrate how? If I don’t believe in hypnotism, how in the world can I be hypnotized?”
“You probably can’t. You have to be willing to be hypnotized in order for it to happen. You can hypnotize me.”
“That’s ridiculous. Even if hypnotism were real, I wouldn’t know the first thing about it.”
“You don’t have to know anything about it. Like I said, the subject has to be willing, and it’s mostly about my being receptive to suggestion. I’ll relax, and you do the typical Bugs Bunny kind of bit about talking me into being more and more relaxed, getting sleepy–pay attention to your voice; keep it relaxing. Then you make a suggestion, and tell me to wake up.”
“Look, if hypnotism was real, like I said, I don’t know anything about it. How do you know I wouldn’t mess it up somehow, mess you up somehow?”
“I trust you–you have an honest face. Besides, you can’t make someone do something against their will. You can’t order me to jump off a building or anything,” she persisted, “that’s why they’re called suggestions.”
I shook my head. “I still think this is Bull.”
“Do you want to try this, or what?”
“Okay, whatever.”
“Okay, then,” she said, shaking out her shoulders and closing her eyes. She shifted around, relaxing, presumably.
“Okay. You’re getting sleepy. This is ridiculous.”
“If this is going to work, you’re going to have to take this seriously and stop distracting me,” she shot back through clenched teeth.
“Okay okay okay.” I cleared my throat, and after she’d loosened herself up again and closed her eyes, I shook my head. Might as well get this bullshit over with, I thought to myself. “You’re getting sleepy…sleepy. Take long, slow breaths. As you release each breath, the tension flows out of your body with the breath, each breath leaving you more relaxed than the last.”
“Slowly, slowly, the tension leaves your body.” You listen to my voice droning, droning, I thought to myself. I fought to contain a chuckle of derision as it rose in my chest; despite myself, I hoped she didn’t notice.
“Are you relaxed?”
“Yes.”
“You will sleep…you will listen to my voice but you will be asleep.”
“Asleep.”
“You will obey my voice. I will ask you to do something, and you will obey.”
“Obey.”
“You will not remember my having made the suggestion.”
“Suggestion….”
Now what? I thought.
The first thing that came to my mind was that I was hungry. It’d been a long afternoon at the library, chasing down books. For a couple of books, we had to look over the jumble of books that had needed to be reshelved. “You are hungry.”
“I am hungry,” she repeated.
“You need to get some food.”
“Need food.”
“You will not remember my suggestion that you are hungry, but you will experience hunger when you awaken. It will come from within you.”
“Hunger.”
“I will count to three, and upon three, you will awaken. You will not remember what we have discussed, but you will feel hungry.”
She nodded.
“One, two–“
Dammit, I thought to myself, that was lame. If I’m hungry, she’s probably hungry too…we’ve spent the whole afternoon together not eating.
“Three.”
She blinked, and shook her head a little. “Is the cafeteria still open? Maybe we should order a pizza if this is going to take a while.”
“Hungry?” For a moment, I almost believed it had worked.
“Yeah,” she answered, and then cocked her head. “You didn’t just, like, plant the suggestion that I was hungry, did you?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “How’d you guess?” I asked, a little disgusted with myself
Exasperated, she shook her head. “Look, Einstein, if you want to prove it, you should maybe pick something a little less usual…something that’s a little off the wall, so if I do it or say it you’ll know for sure that it’s what you suggested. Something different.”
“But harmless,” she added. “You got it?”
I nodded.
“Okay, you know what you’re going to suggest?”
“Well, not yet,” I admitted, “but I’ll think of something.”
“Okay. But nothing freaky.”
“Okay.”
She relaxed herself, and I talked her into her “trance.”
“Okay, just like before, I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you’re going to answer me truthfully,” I said.
She nodded. Despite my skepticism, I was beginning to play along with this hypnotism thing.
“And just like before, you are not going to remember this conversation, but you will act upon the things we discuss.”
She nodded again.
“The questions I’m going to ask are going to be personal questions. I don’t want to use the information to take advantage of you. I just want you to answer the questions truthfully.”
She nodded.
“You’re not going to be offended by the questions. I don’t mean to hurt you or embarrass you by asking. Your answers will be a secret between us. I will never reveal them to anybody else. Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
She seemed actually to be in an altered state of consciousness. What the heck, I figured. Go for broke. “Okay. Answer me truthfully. Hypothetically, if I were to ask you out on a date, would you go out with me?”
Her lips turned up slightly, and I thought she was going to break out into laughter, and reveal that she was not actually in the trance in which she professed to be. I stiffened myself involuntarily for some sort of rebuff.
Instead of derisive laughter, she just uttered, rather dreamily, “Mmmmm…probably.”
Hmmmm, I thought. I continued, “I’m not going to ask you to do anything you don’t want to do; if I do ask you to go out with me later, I want you to answer me truthfully. Do you understand?
“Mmmm-hmmmm.”
“If you don’t want to go out with me, I don’t want you to go out with me, okay?”
She nodded.
Okay…now for something to show whether this is working or not.
“Now tell me about the clothes you’re wearing,” I said.
“Shirt…white. Pants, shoes….”
She seemed not to want to use her voice very much.
“Bra?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Panties?”
She nodded.
“Do you ever dress yourself without wearing panties?”
She nodded.
“When do you not wear panties?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable for asking, but becoming curious.
“Laundry…” she said, trailing off.
“Please bear with me,” I said, trying to make my voice sound calmer than I felt. “You don’t wear you panties when…”
After a moment of silence, she picked up my sentence and uttered “Laundry’s all dirty.”
“Yes, you don’t wear panties when they all need to be washed.”
I shrugged. It made sense.
“Do you run out of clean laundry very much?”
She shook her head no.
“You never run out of clean laundry?”
“Almost never,” she murmured reluctantly.
“Your laundry’s all clean now?”
She nodded, “Mostly….”
“You’ve got clean underwear for the rest of the week?”
She nodded, either glad that she didn’t have to speak, or that her laundry was caught up.
“Okay. Tomorrow– the next time we see each other–tomorrow, when you get dressed, you’re not going to wear any panties.”
“No panties.”
“Can you do that for me?”
She nodded.
“And you’re not going to remember we had this conversation.”
“Not remember.”
This was seeming too easy…I thought for sure I’d have been slapped by that point. One other thought occurred to me, a second test I could run.
“You’re relaxed and comfy now, right?”
She nodded.
“You enjoy being this relaxed, right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. When we’re alone together, and things are quiet and all relaxed, if I say the words, ‘Pretty Baby,’ you’ll come back to this state of pleasant sleep, and we can talk some more.”
“Yes.”
“You understand?”
“Yes…Pretty Baby.”
“Okay. Now, I’m going to count to three, and on the count of three, you will wake up. One, two, three.”
Her eyes opened, and she asked, “Okay, did it work?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Some test. You did think of some way to test it, right?” she eyed me warily.
“Of course I did.”
“So when will you know?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked, with a note of apprehension.
“Don’t worry; it’s something so minor you’ll never even notice. I may even forget myself.”
“Okay,” she said, “but it’d better not be anything that screws up my day.”
I didn’t work up the courage to ask her out that evening, despite her assurance that she’d probably say yes–I didn’t want to jinx it by having her think I may have suggested it to her while she was “under hypnosis.” Even if I was still a little skeptical about hypnosis, it seemed clear that she believed.
The next day we met for our sociology class. I got to class a little late, but thankfully, it was a larger class and there was mercifully a seat in the back of the room that I could slide into unnoticed. I could see Lisa from where I sat, and she seemed a little uncomfortable–she was fidgeting in her seat from time to time.
After class I caught up to her so we could discuss our report. “Let’s get back to my room,” she said, a little peevishly. “There’s too many people here.”
“Why, what’s wrong?”
She looked at me a moment, and blushed a little. “I forgot to wear any underwear this morning…it feels like everyone can see.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I said. To keep from grinning, I had to quickly fill my head with details of the report on which we had been working.
“I was in such a hurry this morning, when I grabbed my clothes on the way to the shower, I must’ve forgotten my panties. I wasn’t about to go back through the dorm in nothing but a towel–“
“Don’t worry about it! No one could possibly know,” I said. Either the suggestion worked, or this is a hoax in which I’ve become an active participant, I thought to myself.
I told her I’d go by the student center to check my mail, and meet her at her room…that would give her some time to get herself composed.
The report we were working on was due at the end of the term, and was of broad enough scope that it would account for a full third of our grade. As I’d hoped, we’d gotten a little closer together over the project, and had gone to an all-night diner once or twice to unwind after studying.
A week or two passed. One evening the two of us were alone in my dorm room, and she piped up suddenly and asked, “Did you ever get that signal?”
“What signal?”
“Whatever signal you’d suggested to me after you hypnotised me….”
In the intervening days, I’d all but forgotten the episode. “Yeah, I guess,” I shrugged.
“You’re not sure?” she asked.
“It was something so subtle, I’m not sure whether it happened or not,” I stalled, remembering her apprehension about what I might have suggested to her.
“So you’re still a skeptic?”
We’d gotten a little bit closer over the intervening days, and I felt I knew her a little better. I’d also managed (finally) to make a date with her for Friday night. I remembered the second suggestion I’d given to her, and on a perverse little whim, in the quiet of my room, I whispered, “Pretty Baby.”
Half expecting her to ask me to repeat myself louder, her eyes seemed to glaze over and closed halfway. Her body slackened visibly.
“How are you doing?” I asked cautiously.
“Sleepy,” she murmured.
“Do you remember my voice?”
She nodded.
“Do you remember that you can Sex hikayeleri trust me?”
“Trust you.”
Despite our recent closeness, I must admit that I was feeling a little nervous about our date. Really, how could it be any different than our regular day-to-day interactions? But I was nervous nonetheless.
“I want to ask you a couple of questions. May I do that?”
She nodded.
“Are you looking forward to our date tomorrow night?”
She smiled slightly, eyes closed, and nodded.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Me too.” Then, being a little self-serving, I added, “I’m sure whatever happens tomorrow night, everything will be fine and we’ll both have a good time.”
“Good time.”
I reminded her that I wanted her to be honest with me, and I recklessly asked her if she thought she might sleep with me sometime.
“Probably,” she replied.
“Tomorrow night?” I asked, not believing my good fortune.
“Never on first date….”
“But we’ve known one another so long,” I protested.
She kind of shrugged, deeply drowsy.
“Never?”
“Maybe if I were really, really horny…” she mumbled.
Seizing upon that, I continued. “Do you think you’ll be horny tomorrow night?”
She shrugged again.
“Listen to my voice. You are beginning to feel aroused.”
“Aroused?”
The tone of the question in her voice startled me, but she still appeared deep in a trance. Perhaps it was because I’d been more direct in suggesting it, or it was something further from the norm for her.
“How do you feel when you become aroused?”
She giggled a little, her face flushing. “Butterflies in stomach.”
“That’s how you feel now…you’ve butterflies in your stomach. You’re relaxed and happy, and feeling all tingly.”
“Mmmmmmmm….” She said. Her face was flushed a little deeper.
“Do you like to think about sex when you feel this way?”
She nodded.
“This is how you’re going to feel tomorrow. You’ll be aroused, and as the day goes on, the feeling will build slowly. As night approaches, you’ll think more and more about sex, and you’ll be more and more aroused.”
“More and more aroused,” she repeated dreamily.
“You’ll forget we had this conversation, but you’ll be especially horny tomorrow evening.”
“Especially horny.”
“When I count to three, you’ll wake up, and you’ll forget this conversation ever happened.”
The following night, the date got off to a good start. As the evening progressed, she started to seem a little distracted. I knew my roomate would be out drinking that evening, so we went back to my room. By the time we got there, she was acting really squirrely, agitated, and nervous. I was beginning to feel guilty because of the suggestion I had made. She was literally quivering with arousal, and when the door closed behind us, she practically pounced on me.
I was startled, although I really shouldn’t have been. We were kissing madly, and she pushed me toward the bed, upon which we both collapsed. Her hands seemed to be everywhere. Her warm, moist tongue was in my mouth one moment, and slithering along the edge of my ear the next, sending shivers down my spine. Before long I was as hot and bothered as she was.
She was astride me, both of us still in our clothes (although disheveled), and she was humping against my erection, making little mewling sounds as she did so. Her nipples seemed erect through both her blouse and her bra. Suddenly, she jumped up, mumbled something about having to leave before she did something we’d both regret, and left. She fled, actually. I was thunderstruck.
Guiltily, I realized I shouldn’t have tried to make her do something she wasn’t inclined to do. I vowed I would set things right the next day.
She surprised me by appearing outside my door the following morning, before my first class. Before I could say anything, she blurted out, “I’m sorry about last night. I just kind of freaked out.”
I started to speak, but she broke in again. “Things just got too intense for me too fast…I hope you won’t hold it against me….”
“No, it’s not your fault. I really shouldn’t have–“
“No, you didn’t do anything. It was just me being crazy. I hope we can go out again sometime soon….”
She stopped me dead in my tracks with her shy little smile, and I said, “Of course we will.” I couldn’t ruin the moment with an admission of what I had done….
After that, without my resorting to any hypnotic coercion, things progressed at a more leisurely pace. We would kiss and make out, and things would get pretty heavy, but she didn’t want to jump right into bed. At first I was pretty bummed, but she was willing to get into some petting. She even admitted that she’d like to get me off with her mouth, but was a little afraid…after all, she didn’t want to gag on me.
We tried a couple of times, but inevitably, as I instinctively thrust my penis toward the back of her mouth, it would trigger her gag reflex. The one time we did stick with it long enough for me to ejaculate, she nearly coughed up a lung when some of the semen got into her windpipe.
Not long after that, she suggested I hypnotize her again, to build her confidence in blowing me.
“You really want me to hypnotize you again?” I asked.
“Sure,” she shrugged. “Why not? Hypnotism is all about relaxing, and as far as I can tell, oral sex seems to be about relaxing the gag reflex…let’s give it a shot. Unless, of course, you don’t want me to blow you….”
“No, that’s okay…if you’re willing to do this, I’m sure willing. Pretty Baby.”
It’d been a couple of weeks since I’d used those words on her, and I was a little surprised they still worked. Her body went immediately slack, nearly falling over, and her eyelids fluttered shut.
“You’re very relaxed,” I said, more as an observation.
“Mmmmmmm-hmmmm,” she nodded.
“Before we get too far into this, I want to make sure you’re willing to do this.”
“Okay.”
“You’re willing to go down on me, and you want to be the best fellatrix you can be, is that right?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to help you to do this?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Listen to my voice. You’ve seen a penis, right?”
“Yes.”
“The penis is your friend–” I grimmaced, realizing suddenly how stupid it sounded. “The penis is lovely, wonderful. You want to have the penis inside you.”
“Yes. Show it to me.”
“Let’s just talk about it for the time being. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. You yearn for the penis.”
“Yearn.”
“You’re fascinated by it; you want to take it into you, into your mouth, into your vagina. You want to give it pleasure, and you want to take pleasure from it.”
“Pleasure.”
“The penis makes you complete, makes you happy. You welcome it into your mouth.”
She opened her mouth langorously, as if performing the act. It was pretty intense just to watch her pantomime.
“When you have the penis in you, in your mouth, your whole body tingles with pleasure. You feel butterflies in your stomach, in your mouth, even in your hand; wherever the penis touches you.”
She moaned “Yes.”
“You’re very relaxed when the erection is in your mouth; you welcome it into your mouth, into your throat. You’re too relaxed to gag; it feels wonderful. It feels in your throat the same way it feels in your pussy; as it moves back and forth, it excites you, arouses you. Your orgasm radiates from your mouth, but more urgently from your throat. You welcome it to the back of your mouth, into your throat, where it feels the best.”
“Best in my throat,” she moaned. Her face was flushed; she moved forward, taking an invisible erection deep into her soft, moist throat, and moaning softly.
The moment was so intense, I was reluctant to shake her from her trance. She seemed in a rapture of pleasure.
“You are a wonderful fellatrix, a cocksucker extraordinaire. You love cocks, can’t get enough. You feel no fear when confronted with an erection that you want to take into yourself, into your throat. You want to make it one with you, unite it with your essence.”
I didn’t think I could look her in the face if her conscious self could repeat these words to me, so I said, “You will not remember this conversation, but you will take everything we’ve discussed to heart. It will become a part of you, second nature to you. You will love going down on me, love penis, love cock. You will derive as much pleasure from it as I will, you will climax; long, earth-shattering climaxes, each time you go down, your orgasm will be more intense than the last.”
“When I count to three, you will awaken slowly. One. Two. Three.”
She shook her head briefly, exhaling as though she’d been holding her breath.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, blushing a little. “I just feel…a little…I don’t know….”
“You’re okay, though, right?”
“Yeah, I think so. Kind of woozy.”
“Maybe you’d better lie down….”
“Yeah,” she said, pulling me closer. “If you lie down with me.”
Moments later, she was going down on me with an enthusiasm that I hadn’t even dreamt about. She took me as far down into her throat as physics would permit, and her orgasm made mine seem miserly and small by comparison. It wasn’t long after that that we began to have sex, too, which she attacked with equal enthusiasm.
I was blissfully happy. I had a girlfriend who loved having sex with me, and loved fellatio, even almost to the point of preferring it over cunnilingus. I didn’t mind going down on her, although it wasn’t my favorite activity. I felt a little clumsy at it, strangely enough, partly because of her shining expertise in going down on me. I even contemplated asking her to hypnotize me, to see if she could work the same magic on me that I had on her.
Before I knew it, we were facing midterms. She had a lot of work from other classes, and we’d had to cut back on some of our dates, even on some of our more optional studying together. The sociology term paper had languished on the back burner as our sexual activity had increased; but that wasn’t due until the end of the semester. The midterms were the major focus of all our activity.
We were pulling an all-night study session, cramming for the sociology midterm. After a point, the coffee we were drinking didn’t seem to help. Lisa stood up, stretched, and tried jumping jacks to get her blood flowing again.
I enjoyed watching her efforts, but it wasn’t any good for getting my mind focussed on studying.
She was doing a hurtler’s stretch on the floor when she suggested that maybe we should try to hypnotize each other into being alert and studying more efficiently. “Or are you still the skeptic?” she asked, taunting with her gaze.
“No, I must say, I’m a believer,” I admitted. “I’ll hypnotize you, and then you can hypnotize me.”
“That’s quite a responsibility,” she said, seeming impressed. “You’ve never let me hypnotize you before.”
I shrugged. “I don’t guess there’s ever been any reason to,” I said. “Do you think it can be done?”
“Some people are more susceptible than others,” she said, as if doubting that it would work.
I yawned. “Well, if I don’t get you hypnotized, we might both wind up sound asleep before long.”
“If you’re already tired, and relaxed, you might be halfway there,” she observed.
“Whatever you say, Pretty Baby.”
After I’d given her the instructions necessary to make her an alert, lean, mean, studying machine, I brought her out of her trance.
“That’s funny,” she said. “I don’t even remember you calming me down slowly to put me under.”
“Maybe you’re more tired than you thought,” I suggested. “I hope you didn’t sleep through any of my instructions.”
“No sir,” she chirped. “Now it’s your turn. I guess you’re already sleepy.”
She seemed almost aquiver with nervous energy, and took a few syllables to modulate her voice into a relaxing tone.
“You’re getting sleepy…sleepy. You’re relaxed, your body is completely relaxed, but your mind is awake and you are effortlessly absorbing my voice.”
Suddenly I was awake. My face stung.
“Did you just slap me?” I rubbed my face, but I could not for the world remember her, or anyone else for that matter, striking me.
“You were really under,” she stammered. “I’m sorry. I guess I might’ve panicked a little,” she explained.
After a moment, she observed “You seem really awake now, though.”
I certainly was. As we hit the books with renewed vigor, I wondered if I’d impressed upon her too much of a mood of strictness; she was cool and distant–the perfect, efficient, study partner.
After midterms, with all the pressure to study off, we went through sort of a “second-honeymoon” period; it seemed like we were copulating almost constantly. One evening, she complained that her pussy really hurt.
“From what?” I asked.
“Well, we’ve been fucking an awful lot, haven’t we?” she retorted.
“Yeah, we sure have,” I answered. I didn’t feel that sore, but I could remember doing it a couple of times that day.
I didn’t have much of a chance to reflect on it, because Sikiş hikayeleri she immediately said, “Why don’t you fuck me in the ass?”
I couldn’t believe my demure little girlfriend was asking me to do her anally, much less that I’d heard the words “fuck me in the ass” coming out of her sweet little mouth. It was so unlike her, and so perversely arousing.
As sore as I might or might not have been, my cock sprang to attention. I’d never really considered anal sex before, but she had the most delicious-looking ass I had ever seen, and the thought of her petite little frame wiggling at the end of my member as it disappeared up her tiny back hole sent me into convulsions of desire.
“Ummmm, um, I don’t think I have any K-Y,” I stammered.
“That’s okay,” she said, her voice already growing husky with desire. She dropped her shorts to the floor, and cast a come-hither glance over her shoulder that made me melt. “One or two strokes in my sex won’t kill me.”
She was right; she was already amply aroused, and my first dive into her pool slicked me up enough to give me a decent penetration of her shapely rear. After I’d nestled the head of my cock at the delicate opening of her rear hole, she lunged back at me, almost sucking my erection into her. She took me with an ease that had me wondering momentarily if she’d done this before. At her desperate urgings, I pumped her ass as hard as I’d pump her pussy. She came wildly, thrashing around and crying out.
By the time finals rolled around, my academic life was a mess. Lisa’s studies had heated up, too, and it seemed we saw less and less of each other–it seemed she was dividing all her time between different study groups. The sociology term paper we’d been working on was dragging; we’d neglected it earlier in the term, and we were paying for it now. Rather than sociology study-sessions, we were just having brief planning meetings, in which we’d plot the course of the paper and divide up the work. She’d always show up to our sessions with her part all done in excruciating and flawless detail, while I felt like I was grinding away under the work of two people for the measly little tidbits I was able to scrape together. I was sure looking forward to the interterm, when things would slow down again and get back to normal.
The week before finals, we managed to squeeze in one short evening together. I’d been desperately looking forward to it…increasingly, I could think of nothing but her. My mind seemed to constantly obsess about how hot I was for her body. As I’d endlessly replay the fleeting moments we’d spent together in my mind, I was having more and more trouble concentrating on my studies.
That night together, after what had seemed like forever, we were finally having sex, and I wasn’t able to climax! I raged at her, humping her clinging body through crescendo after crescendo of her own orgasms, and I was unable to come myself. I tried different things, thinking of her, I even took a breather or two. My cock was getting extremely sore, and her velvety smoothness left me feeling like sandpaper. Finally, she murmured a few syllables that I didn’t understand, and I came like old faithful. It was surreal; it was as though every orgasm I’d ever had in my life had been replayed for me at the same time. Wave after wave broke over my body, for what seemed like dozens of minutes. I think I was unconscious before the orgasm even ended, much less when my head hit the pillow.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I finished my last final. Elated, I went over to Lisa’s room–her last final had been the previous evening.
After a knock, there was a stirring inside, and two guys opened the door to leave. One of them cast a knowing smirk at me as he tucked his shirt in and squeezed past.
Lisa was there; she’d already been celebrating. “What’s going on?” I asked, as much a greeting as a question.
“Nothing, Bitch!” she snapped back.
My head was as empty as a bell, and rang with her words.
“I guess it’s time to tell you,” she added.
The words fell into my mind, unlocking secrets. Slowly, images began to flow through my consciousness. At first it was like looking down a hallway, but the images began to come closer, and I realized that they were memories. My memories.
So many times I’d caught her with other men. Walked in on them with her brazenly fucking, her lithe frame perched atop them, humping vigorously. Sometimes one, sometimes two, with her sandwiched between them, one in her pussy, one in her ass–or with her getting it doggy-style, on all fours, sucking another man off.
I remembered the first time I walked in on her while she was cheating on me; she’d stopped, and even come over to talk to me. After the first time, when she found she could hypnotize me afterward and remove my memory, she wouldn’t even stop when I came into her room. Sometimes she’d just hump away, staring directly into my eyes, locking my gaze with hers as a devilish smile crept across her face, her face flushed with arousal, her breasts glinting with the sweat of her passions. She would savor my shock as she screwed; my mind wiped clean, each discovery was a new experience for me.
I recalled countless nights, standing outside her door while she fucked other men, or standing at the foot of her bed, a mute audience to her lovemaking. So many hours waiting in her room while she was out dating or screwing other guys, waiting for her return.
I met another self, a subconscious me who was aware of her coital activities, who helped her out, and made excuses for her. The one who would go into the drug store to buy condoms for her, condoms I would never use myself. The one who would drive her to frat parties, and wait in the car, idle and sober, to drive her home, after she was drunk and had had her fill.
I saw her standing in front of me, describing how she had been happily fucked sore in every opening. She cuddled up against me, telling me lovingly how much she liked the feeling of all the cum oozing out of her pussy and ass, making a mess of her panties. She would coo about how much she was looking forward to taking me back to her room, and having me delicately lap at her deliciously throbbing sex until she fell asleep. She told me how deliriously wicked she felt, fucking all those men, thinking about how I stood outside waiting to take her home.
The broken dates, the blown-off study sessions–for most of them, she had been with other men.
I recalled session after session of her hypnotizing me, building gradually upon my infatuation and love for her, reinforcing and developing my lust for her body until I literally became addicted to her. She had made every one of her orifices, indeed, every part of her body an object of worship for me–endless hours licking her feet, her breasts, her sex. On nights when she was too busy with other men, she would leave me behind to sniff and masturbate with her soiled panties, conditioning myself to be aroused by her private odors.
I remembered countless sessions where she probed my fantasies, both conscious and unconscious; through my memory, I watched as she bent me slowly to her will, laid countless traps in my mind, planted and nurtured fantasies and hopes, all centered around her. She discovered a submissive streak in me, a tiny thread of my sexual identity that she teased out and nurtured carefully, and through countless suggestions and in tiny increments, coaxed into bloom. She had placed herself at the center of my every fantasy, had invaded the core of my being. Pleasing her had become the purpose of my existence.
And the sociology term-paper! She had made me do all the work, and give her most of the credit. Not to mention some work for other classes she’d foisted off on me, so she could enjoy a roll in the hay with some jock while I did her assignments!
My face burned, and I felt the tears welling into my eyes. “Why–?” I choked.
She threw the covers off the bed, and I could see her glistening, lithe frame walking toward me. I was inches taller than she was, but I felt as though she was towering over me.
“Because-” she slapped me in the face, hard. “You,” she punctuated by slapping me with the back of her hand, equally hard, “made-” she continued, alternating fore- and backhand slaps with each word. “Me. A. Slut.”
Tears welled in my eyes. Her lovely image swam before my blurry vision, but in my mind, I could see her as she had been, sweet and innocent, in a trance before me. I heard the suggestions I had made to her, suggestions that had made her crave sex and seek the companionship of nearly countless men to slake the thirsts I had stirred within her.
She bent forward, close to my face, and added in a much quieter voice, as though confiding a secret, “For which I’m not entirely ungrateful.” Her lips twisted into a sardonic smile that struck fear into my heart.
“You set me on fire,” she said quietly. “You used me…made me into your plaything. You kindled my lust, toyed with me, abused my trust–you turned me into your horny little bitch, your perfect little cocksucker,” she fumed. “You manipulated me for your own selfish needs. Well, who’s the bitch now?” she asked, slapping me one more time, knocking me to the floor.
“I can fix it,” I blubbered incoherently, lying abjectly at her feet. “I can remove the suggestions! Everything can be the way it was before!”
“Oh, you have helped me quite enough already,” she glowered coldly, crisply enunciating each syllable with a terrible suppressed rage.
Then, almost playfully, she added in a sing-song voice, “Yes, I do believe you think you can make things right, don’t you? What was it you used to call me?”
“P-p-p-ri–” I stuttered.
“Pretty something, wasn’t it?” she prompted.
“P-pru-pru…” my voice trailed off.
“A shame,” she taunted, “I can’t remember it either.” The amusement had drained from her voice. Her conditioning had robbed me of the ability to utter those words.
“Well, answer me,” she barked. “Who’s my little bitch?”
I fought, but answered, “I’m your little bitch.” I did not recognize my own voice.
“Well, don’t be like that, my little puppy,” she chided. “I’ve saved you a special treat.” She turned around, resting her hands on the desk, and made two little kissing sounds with her mouth, sounds one might use to prompt a dog to accept a morsel of food from the table.
My gaze fell to her lovely backside, still glossy and pink with perspiration. She had the most delectable backside….
She bent slightly at the waist, pushing her backside out to its best advantage, and shifted her weight temptingly from leg to leg, her butt shifting enticingly from side to side. “Come on, puppy, you know how much you like my ass,” she cooed. Then, with force in her voice, she ordered, “Heel!”
I’d risen to my knees, but it felt as if I was apart from myself, watching the scene from the other side of the room. Unable to resist, I shuffled closer to her on my knees. In the dim light I could make out the contours of her ass cheeks, with her beautiful little puckered hole peeking out at me.
“That’s a good puppy. Come and get it!” she urged gently.
Her little back hole was red and swollen from sex, and cum was oozing from it. As I got closer, I could smell the acrid, alluring smell of her rectum and her sweat, the unmistakable scent of her arousal, all mingled with the bitter odor of semen. I was outraged at what she was asking of me, yet I was compelled closer.
Her pert little backside, bent over as she was in front of me, was too beautiful for me to refuse. Despite my revulsion at the semen that seeped from her rear hole, I sealed my mouth to that tender orifice, licking and sucking for all I was worth.
The moment my tongue touched her anus, the taste was familiar; I realized with a small shock that I’d performed this service before, countless times. A warm, cozy feeling enveloped me, and I felt pleasure from the fact that I was giving her pleasure.
She moaned, eagerly thrusting her backside into my face. Buried between her lovely cheeks, I kept at my task, thrilled increasingly each time her moans rose to signal her climax. Hungrily I gulped at the slick ooze that issued forth.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she sighed contentedly, flopping back down on the bed. “I’ve trained you well, my little puppy, haven’t I?”
“Yes, Mistress!” I chirped merrily. The voice was no longer my own.
“Isn’t wevenge so sweet, my widdewe puppy-dog ass-wicker?” she said in baby-talk.
“Yes, Mistress! I love licking your delicious backside!” The voice didn’t sound like my own, but I meant what it was saying. My chest swelled with contentment every time she uttered the word “puppy;” I thrilled every time her sweet voice rose in ecstasy.
I collapsed on the floor beside her bed, realizing I’d spent a good bit of the semester sleeping on her floor, cuddled at her feet. There was a rectangular carpet there, pitifully small, placed just Erotik hikaye so. It was more to cushion her lovely feet from the floor than it was for my sleeping, but it served both purposes.
“You can try to fight it,” she said dreamily, “but I’ve been programming you for weeks. Ever since that time before midterms when you let me hypnotize you.” She giggled. “A few questions and you sang like a–like a–like some kind of bird. You told me how you’d made a slut of me, and I decided to turn the tables on you. I conditioned you to be my slave, to accept my sexuality–to accept my lust for other men. You are deeply, hopelessly, wonderfully in love with every aspect of my person. You can’t even come without a special word that only I can utter.” She chuckled contentedly.
“But I thought it was me who made you crave other men–” I croaked. It was my last grasp at escape, the last sentiment that was completely my own.
“Like I said earlier,” she said, pausing to lick her lips, “I am just a little bit glad you threw your little wrench into my works. I guess I was a bit of a latent slut all along.”
I was aghast, my insides roiling with alternating arousal and horror.
“I sure took to it pretty well,” she added with an earthy chuckle. “I guess you just got me connected with my real self. I think it suits me, don’t you?”
My heart sank.
“Sure, it was a little rocky at first–” she continued, “my roomate still hates me for fucking her boyfriend. But I have you to take care of me. And I love the feeling I get when you watch me fuck someone else with those sad little puppy-dog eyes of yours–it gets me really hot,” she gloated.
“And ultimately,” she concluded, “I guess I got you connected with your real self, too, because you allowed it all to happen. You wanted to be told what to do, to be made into a little sex toy. You can never use hypnotism to make someone do something they would absolutely never do.”
She tousled my hair with one of her feet. “Do you believe in hypnosis now, puppy-love?” she asked sleepily.
As the days passed, and the shock of that evening subsided, I hoped that maybe she would tire of the situation, and things would get back to normal–but it became increasingly obvious that she was more than happy with her promiscuous lifestyle, and that, indeed, her sleeping with anyone and everyone she felt like was what had been “normal” for her for an long time.
I even tried breaking up with her, and managed to stay away from her for a little more than a week.
My absence didn’t slow down her social calendar. During our separation it seemed that her sexual activity even increased. She was always strutting around campus with one guy or another. I tried to avoid her; but whenever our paths crossed, my eyes were involuntarily riveted to her. I saw how her skin glowed, how her body rippled with pleasure at the sly caresses of her male companions.
While we were apart, I could think of nothing but her. She even popped up in my masturbatory fantasies, no matter how hard I tried not to think of her. And even masturbating, I could barely come at all.
Finally I decided to swallow what little pride I had left, and return to her.
I knew she had a gym class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so on Thursday I loitered around the girls’ gym all afternoon. It was 2:30, and a bunch of girls were coming back from the track. Lisa was near the back of the group of girls returning to the locker room in little groups of two or three.
She looked utterly radiant, her skin flushed and glowing from her exertions. Her gym outfit clung wonderfully to her beautiful body; an undersized t-shirt clinging to her high, pert breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and her shorts hugging her beautiful backside and showing off her shapely, strong legs.
When she saw me, she made her way toward me and greeted me warmly with a peck on the cheek, as if we’d last seen each other only hours ago rather than days. Indeed, as tortured as my last few days had been, it felt as though it’d been months since I’d last seen her.
All choked up, I was barely able to croak to her that I wanted us to be together again.
She smiled and tousled my hair, and said that she had missed me. “I want us to be together again too,” she said.
I broke out in sobs, and went to hug her, but she stopped me with her hand out against my chest. “I knew you’d be back,” she gloated.
A yawning chasm opened up in my belly.
“What’s wrong, puppy?” she taunted sweetly.
Her pet name still had its power over me, making me feel helpless, deeply aroused, and pleased to have earned her attention, all at the same time. It came over me with such an intensity that I felt dizzy. “But I–I–“
“You thought things would be different?” she said, completing my thought. She shook her head “no” in mock sorrow. “You’re my wittwe puppy slave. Nothing can ever change that. Your coming back to me proves that it’s true, more now than ever. Truth be told, I’m a little surprised that you held out this long.” She bent closer to my face, and said more quietly, “We’re going to have to do something about that…we can’t have my wittwe puppy wandering off by his wittwe ol’ self now, can we?”
“But how could you be sure I’d be back?” I managed to stammer.
“Because I have the center of your entire universe nestled snugly right here in my damp little panties,” she said smugly.
Just the casual mention of her sex seemed to fill my nostrils with her odor, made me crave her in a very tangible, physical way. I felt the urge to drop to my knees before her then and there, out on the tarmac, in the open, and beg to please her with my mouth.
“We can talk all about it later,” she said. “I’ve got to get a quick shower. Wait here for me; I’ll be back in a minute.”
I waited for 20 some minutes, my stomach in knots. My heart leapt when she emerged from the gymnasium, and I ran over to her. I wanted to get close to her; to touch her, to smell her.
She was flushed from the shower, her hair damp and sweet smelling. Again she pushed me to arm’s length, dashing my hopes of getting close to her. Playfully, she took my hand and pressed something into it. My skin tingled at her touch.
“I’ve got a really busy weekend planned,” she was saying, “but you can take these.”
She’d stuffed her panties into my hand. Unable to control myself, like a junkie being given a fix, I buried my nose in them. They were indeed damp, steeped in her sweat and arousal, permeated with her sweet intimate odors. My eyelids fluttered, and I was transported–
“Hey! Hey!” she was saying, snapping her fingers at me. “Don’t forget I’m still here!”
Her chastisement was like a slap in the face, and I’m sure I must have blushed crimson.
“You may masturbate with those once,” she instructed me. “You’re not to get a drop of semen on them, and you’re to wash them by hand and return them to me next Tuesday. They’d better be clean and dry. In fact–” she said, handing me the gym bag she had slung over her shoulder, “why don’t you wash all my gym clothes? Wash ’em by hand, and line dry them. They smell so nice when they air dry. I don’t want them washed in a machine while I have you to do my bidding.”
She turned around; she was wearing another baby t-shirt, and a deliciously snug pair of jeans that hugged all of her curves. Stunned, and apprehensive of her leaving me again, even for a short time, I watched her go.
She called over her shoulder, “Bring them back here next Tuesday! My gym class starts at 1:00, but be here early. See you then!” She blew me a kiss and was gone.
I nearly retched with my pent-up emotions. Her whim was literally my command; I knew I wouldn’t be permitted into her presence again until the following Tuesday, and then perhaps only outside here on the tarmac, in passing.
Desolately I watched her go. Despite the events of the past couple of months, it still hurt incredibly.
The weekend dragged, but at least I had Tuesday to look forward to. I followed her instructions to the letter. When I saw her I blathered to her how I couldn’t get her off my mind, and was willing to do anything to be with her again. She nodded patiently, and listened to me natter on. “Oh, you will,” she added, ominously.
I must’ve looked at her blankly for a moment. “You will do anything to be with me again,” she repeated. “You made me a slave to my pussy, and I intend to do the same thing for you,” she promised menacingly.
She continued on with great relish, striking fear into my heart. “Every time my pussy twitches, you’re going to jump! You’re going to learn my wants and needs so well that fulfilling them slavishly will be more natural to you than attending to your own miserable bodily functions. You’re going to get to know every intimate detail of my life so well that you’ll become telepathic; you’ll know what I want and get it for me even before I know I want it.”
She went on. “I think this summer, I’ll just stay here in town and get an off-campus apartment. I think living off-campus will suit my “lifestyle” better, don’t you? I’ll keep the apartment through next year, so I won’t have all that grief tip-toeing past the Resident Advisors and all that crap with living in the dorms.”
“Maybe I’ll get a two-bedroom apartment! Wouldn’t that be fun? I could maybe bring home two different men the same night–” she enthused, “and have them in two separate bedrooms, not even knowing the other is there!”
Stunned and awed by her libido, I listened to her gush on. “Of course, you’ll sleep in a corner of the living room, or maybe we can fix up a linen closet or something for you.”
“I’ll probably keep you after I graduate,” she said casually. “Right now, I’m thinking of moving to some big city…maybe New York or Seattle…you know, some place with a lot of men.”
As she laid out the rules for my future life with her, she told me in no uncertain terms how she was not about to change her sexual habits for me. She told me that I would probably see very little of her until the end of the term, since she had a lot of work to take care of for her classes, and her social calendar was a very full one. Of course, I would take over her laundry duties, and, as it turned out, just about anything else she didn’t enjoy doing.
She confided to me how she found humiliating me to be a powerful aphrodisiac for her (as if she needed one!). She even told me about my lengthy conditioning process, and how she had planted countless suggestions in my mind that the worse she treated me, the more devoted I would become to her. “It’ll be so great!” she said. “The worse I treat you, the more turned on I get, and the more devoted you’ll be. It’s like an incredible spiral of arousal and devotion; pleasure for me, and abject servitude for you! I can’t even imagine where all of this will go!”
“You really were one warped little puppy, even before I found you,” she observed. “You just needed the right woman to nurture your neuroses. Boy did you ever luck out!”
She likes to tell me stories of her sexual encounters, and savor my jealousy. One athlete she particularly liked, a football player, was huge in all of his dimensions. He was very strong, and also had incredible staying power. He would hold her by her hips, supporting her entire weight, and move her up and down on his erection, essentially masturbating himself with her. He would drive her out of her mind by slowing down as she approached orgasm. Since he was supporting all her weight, she was helpless, and couldn’t speed up the tempo. She would recall with obvious relish how fond he was of saying that he liked to hear her whimper and beg for her orgasm, and how he more than any other man just made her whole being feel like nothing more than a tingly, twitchy piece of pussyflesh at the end of his huge organ.
She became so well liked by so many members of a particular fraternity that they named her their mascot, and the following year she spent the entire week of fall break at their frat house. She was in a near constant state of arousal, and so often engaged in one sexual activity or another that she didn’t even bother to wear any clothing for the entire week. She simply padded around the entire frat house naked, enjoying the attentions of one or another, or several, as the whim seized them.
One time she was musing aloud what as to what she would answer if someone asked her what her favorite sex position might be. After a little thought, she concluded that she would have to answer, “between.”
She went apartment hunting, and found a place. I won’t even get to see the place until I move in; she went hunting with some of her male friends, and made her choice without consulting me. “You’ll love it!” she assured me. “It’s just perfect!”
She ordered me to start looking for a summer job, since I’ll probably be paying the lion’s share, if not all, of the rent. She’s promised me special treatment if I can make ends meet without her having to work.
True to her word, I’m more devoted to her every day. The more outrageous her behavior becomes, the tighter my bonds are to her. I strive to please her, for I can do no less. Communion with her is bliss.

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Jim stood at the door watching her go to the treehouse, like every other night before.Jim knew exactly what she was doing. He knew why she was going to the treehouse. Jim had been accepting this for quite some time now. He never knew exactly when she started cheating on him, but he knew who she was cheating with.He remembers building the treehouse for his son many years ago and how happy he was to have it. His son spent many days and nights playing with his friends in it. They would head up there every day after school and had to be almost dragged out for dinner. Then, when he was done with dinner and homework, he would be back up there with the kids on the farm. Most of the time, it was Hector. They had been best friends for as long as he could remember.Jim returned to his chair and sat thinking about the life that he and Bonnie shared. It had been a good life for the most part. Farming was good in the early years, but the economy had taken its toll on profits. He remembers letting go of most of his staff and now relies on the upcoming young men that are the children of who’s left. But, unfortunately, the same young men enjoy Bonnie every chance they get.He decided that he couldn’t focus on this anymore tonight. He got up and headed toward the staircase and his bedroom. The thoughts of what she was doing were too much for his tired body and mind to handle.As he walked, he stopped and looked at himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He thought to himself; he used to be a strapping young man, just like Hector. Instead, years of hard labor and long hours of stress have turned Jim into a slender, broken-down man. He sympathized with Bonnie and almost agreed that she needed a younger version of him to keep her happy.Heading to the door and glancing at the treehouse confirmed he was too tired. He stood there looking, and as if a whisper came in like a newborn spring day, it came to him. He knew what he had to do. He loved Bonnie and was not giving her up to these young men. He would get his revenge and make her realize what she had been missing from him.Before taking his revenge, he would have to change himself. He used to be strapping and is now broken down. That would change. He was always tired, which would also have to change. Their sex life would also have to change. But not before she sees what she has been missing. He then devised a plan. Starting tomorrow, things will be different.___________________________________________________________________________The following day, Jim woke up as usual at the ass-crack of dawn. But today, he lingered around at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and writing things down on paper. Jim sent his son out in the field to start working and watched Bonnie as she made her way around the house, cleaning and tidying up. He would glance over at her occasionally, smile, and then return to his coffee and paper. He knew this was driving her crazy. He could see how anxious she was to get out to the treehouse. But, nevertheless, he was in no hurry to leave.Jim sat writing notes about his diet and what he could eat to gain a few pounds to turn back into muscle mass. His notes were also names of local single women he knew from going to town and what his few friends told him. His friends were always bragging about which ones were the best lays. Also, which ones were the easiest to get with? So he thought to himself, if he was going to use women to get revenge, why not use the best lays in town?The rest of his notes to himself were about ways to change things on the farm. The most significant change would be that he was not going to be killing himself in the fields all day anymore. He decided that the young guys would have to work harder and longer to make up for him not being there all the time. This meant starting earlier and working through lunch. This also meant they would be much more tired at the end of the day. Of course, this was his way of dis-swaying them from having enough energy to enjoy Bonnie anymore. This idea brought a slight grin to his face.It was getting close to lunchtime now. He felt he had enough to put some of his plans into action. He knew Ricardo would be heading back from the fields soon for lunch. So he decided to call a meeting and have Ricardo gather everyone in the barn to discuss changes. Sex hikayeleri Sure enough, when he got up to look out, he saw Ricardo coming in from the fields. He walked out and spoke to him, sending him all over the farm to gather everyone in the barn.Bonnie noticed this and was completely confused. She was also squirmy and horny as hell. She missed her morning sex, and now it looked like she was going to miss her afternoon sex. She didn’t know what was going on but knew she couldn’t say anything to Jim about her dilemma. She had no choice but to go back inside the house and keep cleaning. Maybe all the housework would keep her mind off the sex she was missing.In the barn, Jim watched as the staff gathered. He looked at the three young men and gave them a slight grin. He looked at his son and wondered for a second if he knew what his mom was up to. Then he put that out of his mind. That was not a thought path he wanted to go down.Hector’s father was the farm manager and his most trusted employee. He announced that Hector would become his assistant, and they would have to work very closely together. He knew by assigning Hector to his dad; he would have no time for extracurricular activities. This, of course, made him feel a little better.Ricardo was reassigned to feeding the cows and sheep and tending the animals. This meant he would have to be up extra early and be with them all day in the fields. He would have no time for lunch breaks back at the house. Jim told him to start packing his lunch.Raul had a new job as well. He would be Jim’s son’s new apprentice. That means he would always stay on his side and learn everything his son could teach him about running farmhands. But, since his son usually had to be all over the farm during the day, checking on the farmhands, Raul would be left with little time to enjoy anything.Jim explained more changes to the rest of the staff and why he wanted to make these changes. He wanted more time for other pursuits and expansions to the farm if all went well. Everyone accepted their new roles without question. They all knew times were tough, and it would mean more money for them if he could bring growth.With the first part of his plan complete, Jim sent everyone back to work at their new positions. This ensured that Bonnie would have no visitors today. They would be too wrapped up in their new jobs to get away. He also knew that since all the young men would be shadowing someone else, they couldn’t just break away. So Jim left the barn with a smile and a new bounce.________________________________________________________________________For the next two weeks, Jim was up and gone to town by mid-morning and returned just before dinner. During his time away from home, the treehouse had no visitors except Bonnie. None of the young men could see her. When Bonnie asked Jim about his daily trips to town, he would respond that it was going well and he was closing in on some excellent deals. Then he would smile and change the subject.Jim spent the last two weeks going to the CO-OP and talking to other farmers. He did make new deals for the farm. He agreed to use part of his acreage for grazing next spring with one of the other farmers for a price. He also decided that since he had some extra room in his barn, he would rent it to other farmers. This meant he would have extra income and less work for his staff. Less acreage to maintain indicated less work for them. So, he cut a deal to loan out his staff part of the day to nearby farms. The farmers would be paying them, which meant more profit for him. This also meant the entire young and old staff would be further away for parts of the day.Jim also spent the last two weeks with the few friends he had. They would go out to eat lunch or meet for coffee and breakfast. During his time with them, they spoke about all kinds of things. They talked about farming and sports, the local news, and what was happening worldwide. They also spoke about the local women. Jim would sit there and listen while taking mental notes. Fortunately for Jim, his friends were single or recently divorced. They were also all close in age and had similar tastes in women.Jim learned about a dozen local women who were beautiful and slightly younger than them and liked to have fun. Since Jim was Sikiş hikayeleri not looking for a long-term relationship, he ruled out all but three. He felt the rest would want to latch on or try to break up him and Bonnie. This was not his goal. He was out for revenge.The three left were different in many ways. There was the town huss bucket that Jim was pretty sure all his friends had at one time or another. There was the flirty single mom that didn’t want anything from men but sex after her ugly divorce. Then there was the quiet, reserved one that all his friends said couldn’t be had, but they were pretty sure would be the hottest lay.For the next few weeks, Jim spent most of his time in town trying to get close to these women without being obvious. The last thing he wanted was someone to return to Bonnie and tell her he was picking up women in town. At least not yet, anyway. He needed to secure himself with these women first and not have them find out about each other. He also needed to get them all back to his farm in front of her when the time was right.Getting close to these women was a challenging task. They all had different work schedules and lived on opposite ends of town from each other. Sometimes this was a good thing. But it also was very tiring. Chasing three women at the same time was never something Jim ever saw himself doing. Jim was always the quieter one of his friends. He was shy and never understood why or how he could land Bonnie.Rhonda, the town huss bucket as she was known, worked afternoons and evenings as a bartender/server for the local tavern. Since she was single, she was always at work and easy to find. This also meant her mornings and late evenings were usually open. Rhonda was the first woman Jim went after.Rhonda was easy to talk to and incredibly flirty. She was eager to hear all about Jim and his life. He almost felt like he was her prey instead of the other way around. Rhonda spent most of her time talking to Jim, bent over the bar with her cleavage in full view. She knew it was affecting him. She would lean in, rub her hand on his arm, and make sure her cleavage was the focus of Jim’s eyes.Rhonda knew from their talks that Jim was married. This didn’t bother her at all. On the contrary, it may have excited her even more. She was not afraid to get with a married man. She was not looking to settle down, and being with a married man ensured this. But, on the other hand, she was not looking to break up a happy home, either. She figured that if a man was looking to cheat, he was not very happy.After only a few short days of talking, Jim and Rhonda started having sex at her place every morning. The sex was good, and it helped Jim feel more confident about talking to women and having sex again. It had been at least two years since Bonnie, and he had been together. He didn’t realize how much he missed sex. He also didn’t know how many hours a day he was working on the farm till now.When Rhonda had to leave for work around mid-morning, Jim would shower and head out to talk with Faith. Faith was a single mom of a teenage daughter. Faith worked overnights from 11 pm-11 am stocking shelves at the local grocery store. Faith and Jim met when he decided to go grocery shopping one morning and kept asking her for help. He said his wife usually did all of this, and he was clueless about where anything was. Faith smiled, chuckled at this, and proceeded to help him for the rest of her shift. They talked and laughed the whole time.It took about a week of him going in daily close to the end of her shift and asking for help before she agreed to start seeing him outside the store. She did tell him that her time was limited because of her daughter, and she didn’t bring strange men around her child. So, they agreed that they would only see each other till her daughter was home from school. They enjoyed lunch at the restaurant and walked around the park. They talked about marriages and the problems they have gone through.Faith told Jim all about the ex and the things he had done. She also said she would never be interested in men that way again. Sex was one thing, but marriage was entirely out of the question. This comment got Jim’s attention, and he pursued it more by telling her about his wife and what she had been doing. Erotik hikaye That outraged Faith and she responded that his wife deserved to be taught a lesson.Jim and Faith have been enjoying each other every day since then. But only after she gets off work; Jim must be gone before her daughter gets home. The sex with Faith was better than he could have imagined. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she was a single mom or just that she wanted to help Jim with his revenge. Either way, neither of them was complaining about it at all. Like earlier in the day, Jim showered before heading out to meet with Galena.Galena was quiet, reserved, one of the three. She was a schoolteacher and worked during the day till around 3 pm. Since dinner at Jim’s wasn’t until around 7 pm, this gave him time to spend with her. Also, she liked to go to the gym after work, and since Jim decided he needed to put some muscle back on, this worked out well for him.Galena had been working out most of her life, and he could tell. She knew about all the machines and how to change their settings. She was not weak either. She used a decent amount of weight. Galena stayed to herself and focused on what she wanted to do. Jim noticed the guys around her looking but returning to their own stuff. No one approached her.Jim made his move and walked up to her. He told her he had no clue how to use most of these machines. He was not lying. He had not lifted weights since high school, and even then, the coach usually told him what to do. So, looking like a complete dork is the best route. He was a natural.Galena smiled and looked at Jim. She thought it was weird but cute that this slender, nice-looking guy would start talking to her. No one ever spoke to her in the gym. She was pretty sure they were all afraid of her. She was almost certain that she intimidated all the guys. She never understood this. They had no reason to be since she always tried to be nice to everyone.Galena thought to herself, what the hell? So she started talking with Jim about the machines and which ones she liked. She spoke about her routine and how she wanted to switch it up. She felt it did more to keep her tone. She also talked about how quiet it usually was in the gym at this time of day since most people were still at work. She said she enjoyed the quiet.This last comment brought a look to Jim’s face, and Galena caught it. She immediately apologized and told him she did not mean anything against him. Jim laughed and said not to worry about it. This made them both laugh and relax. The rest of the day, they spent time together in the gym, and Galena did her best to teach Jim about the machines. They made a date for the next day to work out together.Over the next few weeks, they worked out every day with each other. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. They talked about life and love and their relationships. They discussed Galena’s troubles with men and why she liked being alone. She said she had nothing against men but never wanted to stay with anyone for very long. She also said this is why she preferred married men, with no fear of commitment.Jim told Galena about his issues with Bonnie and why he decided to start working out again. He told her he wanted her to pay for what she had been doing. He figured if he got back into shape and beautiful women like Galena noticed him, she would feel guilty and want him full-time. Galena agreed and suggested he find a woman to have sex with. But, of course, that would add to her guilt.Smiling, Jim asked if she had anyone in mind. Galena blushed a little and gave a coy smile, saying, maybe.For the next few weeks, Jim and Galena had wild sex every day after working out. Galena was the hottest and best lay Jim, had so far. His friends were correct and did not know it. But, of course, he could never tell them either. Galena may have been quiet on the outside, but sexually, she was on fire and was not afraid to be boisterous. It was a good thing all her neighbors were still at work when they were having sex.____________________________________________________________________________________________________ It has been two months since Jim decided to implement his plan. Jim was thrilled with the changes he had made so far.The farm has never been more successful and will continue to be on the upswing once spring gets here. He has gotten into better shape and even gained a few pounds. Not as slender and broken down as he once was. And sexually, he has been extraordinarily active and learned many things about himself.

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At exactly nine o’clock Pam arrived at Mrs Vaughan’s front door and rang the doorbell. As requested, she was in what looked very much like a summer school dress, being short-sleeved, blue and white check; a white belt, white ankle socks, and shoes. Although Pam was forty-two, she knew that she felt like the sixteen-year-old schoolgirl that she was role-playing and that she was just coming back from school having sat a double detention and received both a spanking and the cane. Mrs Vaughan opened the door. She was sixty-four and Pam was shocked to find that she was wearing a dress that was exactly the same as one that her own mum had. Here she was, role-playing the daughter, and now faced with someone who could quite easily have been taken for her own mum. The dress was a summer dress, sleeveless, light blue with a flowery pattern, the hem just above the knee, and had bare legs and open-toed slip-on shoes. Mrs Vaughan had a stern look on her face as she stood back from the open door and pointed to Pam to come inside. Once Pam was in the hallway, Mrs Vaughan said, still with a stern look on her face, “You will address me as Mum at all times. Now go through to the dining area and stand by the dining chair that I have turned into the room.” Pam did as she was told, still trying to get over the fact that Mrs Vaughan looked so much like her mum, albeit her face was clearly different and distinguishable, but otherwise she looked so similar. Mrs Vaughan followed Pam into the room and went and sat down on the chair and glared up at her. She ordered, “Give me the punishment letter, young lady.” Pam was holding the letter and gave it to Mrs Vaughan, who quickly read it. Of course, she already knew what it said, having spoken with Rachel earlier in the day. After appearing to speed-read it, she looked up and glared again at Pam and demanded, “What did you do so wrong to earn a double detention?” Pam had the answer ready. “I was rude to one of the teachers, twice on separate days. She gave me a detention both times.” Mrs Vaughan replied angrily, “It is really so bad of you. Rudeness certainly Sex hikayeleri does deserve a detention, twice, and that must be why you were sent to the headmistress. I see from the punishment letter that you were both spanked and caned. Good on them. I also definitely agree that you should get another spanking now from me.” Pam was swallowing hard, having some difficulty focusing thinking how she was pretty much going to be spanked by her own mother given the clothes that Mrs Vaughan was wearing. She replied, “Sorry, Mum.” Mrs Vaughan said, sounding irritated, “Enough of your meaningless apologies, young lady. You know that when you are in for a spanking, you must be undressed. So, get all your clothes off right now.” Pam knew that was also part of the role-play because Jess had told her that before leaving the house earlier today. She therefore quickly kicked off her shoes, unzipped her dress and pushed it down towards the floor, catching her knickers on the way, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them on another chair. She then put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, slid it down her arms, caught it, and put that on top of her other clothes. She then stood and looked towards Mrs Vaughan, waiting for instructions. Mrs Vaughan did instruct, “Put your hands on top of your head, young lady. Do not expect any sympathy from me as you so do deserve this spanking. You are a naughty girl and will be treated like one and dealt with like one.” Pam again said, “Sorry.” Mrs Vaughan looked really annoyed. She said in a very stern tone of voice, “That is two things you have done wrong. Firstly, you have given me another meaningless apology. Secondly, you did not address me with the correct respect and call me Mum.” Pam was aghast but knew that Mrs Vaughan, Mum, was correct. What she couldn’t quite understand, though, was how being scolded like this was making her just as aroused as she had been when being punished by Jess earlier today. She knew she had fantasised for years about being spanked and caned and was so thankful that she had Sikiş hikayeleri lived out that fantasy today. She had even been looking forward to coming here tonight, and all the time she thought those thoughts her vulva quivered with excitement. So, whilst she couldn’t understand why she was getting aroused, she was, just as she had fantasised about being. Mrs Vaughan saw the wincing look on Pam’s face and then said, “I see that as well as being spanked and caned, your legs must have been smacked. Is that correct?” Pam again winced as she replied, “Yes, Mum, that is correct.” With that reply, Mrs Vaughan clasped hold of Pam’s arm and steered her so that she was now standing sideways onto her and then leant forward and rubbed her hand up and down the back of Pam’s leg. Having helped Jess and Rachel with their project, Mrs Vaughan knew that some adults relished being on the receiving end of a thrashing because they found it sexually arousing. As she leaned forward, she noticed Pam’s pussy hair mound was glistening which she knew would be with her sex juice. She had already seen that Pam’s nipples were taut. There was no doubt in her mind that Pam was exactly one of those adults who relished being thrashed so she had no qualms about pulling her arm back and smacking the back of Pam’s leg really hard, not just once but six times. Mrs Vaughan looked up at Pam and said, sternly, “That is for one of your mistakes.” Mrs Vaughan then leant further forward and rubbed the back of Pam’s other leg and proceeded to land six very hard smacks on the back of that leg. Each time she heard Pam gasp but force herself to stay in position, just as a naughty girl should do. It again told her how submissive Pam was and how willing she was to be thrashed, clearly more severely than would have happened if this was the real thing rather than role-play. Pam felt the tears welling up in her eyes just as she had done when her legs were smacked earlier in the day. There was no question that it hurt, but she kept reminding herself how she wanted this to happen for so many years and Erotik hikaye therefore was so pleased it was happening right now. Even as her legs were stinging, she still felt as though she was getting aroused each time the punishment stopped. It was only whilst this smacking was happening that she had to focus on staying in position and so be ultra-obedient.  Mrs Vaughan had enjoyed smacking Pam’s legs and she knew that she was going to enjoy spanking her as well. She was pleased to see that Pam’s eyes were filling with tears but knew that she was simply doing what Pam actually wanted, just like so many adults. So, she then happily ordered, “Now get across my lap, you very naughty girl. I need to give your bottom a thoroughly good spanking just as the punishment letter demands.” Although Pam’s eyes were blurred, she could still see the dress and how it was identical to the one her own real mum had. She found the thought of that so exciting, although she would never ask her own mum to actually spank her because for her this was something that had to be role-play, just like today. Pam stepped to the side of her mum, and then quickly eased herself down across her lap. Even through her blurred vision she saw that the dress had been raised well up her mum’s thighs and so she was going to be lying across her bare skin. Of course, she knew there was every chance that she would dribble her sex juice at some stage after the spanking, and the last thing she wanted to do was stain the dress, so this made absolute sense to her. Once settled, Pam focused on the floor just a few inches from her face, but also saw Mum’s toenail polish which was the same colour as the one her own mum used. So that intensified her feeling that she was being disciplined by her own mum.  Once Pam was across her lap, Mrs Vaughan happily put her hand on her bare bottom and rubbed in circles, enjoying how she ran her fingers over the raised welts from the caning Pam had got earlier. She knew that a spanking just with her hand was going to be far more than Pam would be able to cope with given that she had been spanked and caned already today, as well as getting several dozen spanks with a hairbrush. Of course, a second spanking just a few hours after the first spanking was always going to hurt more which is why it was such a useful tool to reinforce the first punishment. 

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She woke up feeling alive. Her body felt like it had been touched by a magician who knew every part of her body.

She thought back to the day before.

She wondered how they met, and then she remembered, it was in the railway station coffee bar, she bumped into him by accident and they both laughed. His laugh was like a breath of fresh air, and he smelled divine.

She found a seat and he stood looking around like a small lost boy even though he is over 5 -10.

She called him over and asked him to join her, something she would not usually do. They talked for a little while about the usual things, the weather, what was happening in the world, and while they were talking she was thinking of her ex husband who was now not in her life anymore thank goodness. How he used to be a control freak and stop her from doing anything even go out anywhere.

And here she was talking to this nice man who made her feel so relaxed.

She looked at him and her mind started to wander. He looked normal a bit overweight with a bit of a paunch, but a nice smile and an easy way about him.

“Pardon” she said when she missed something he said. “Would you like to go for a proper drink?” he asked her with the hint of a smile.

That smile, it gives the hint of everything so why did she want to say no? she thought to herself, “I don’t have anything to do today but wander the local shops and get bored. “OK” she found herself saying. With that they both got up and left the coffee bar.

“I am not usually in the habit of chatting up women in coffee bars” but you looked so nice and you smell lovely.

They went to the local hotel and went into the bar, he asked what she wanted and she asked for a glass of wine, he suggested she found a seat for them both. She looked around and found that as it was early afternoon she had the whole room to themselves.

She looked and saw a small booth and without thinking she found herself walking towards it.

What am I doing? She thought. Why am I going into a bar with a stranger I don’t even know? And even worse I am going into a booth with him. Oh well he can sit on the other side opposite me.

The stranger approached and without asking sat next to her. He gave her the drink she asked for which she immediately took a sip of white wine, cool and medium just like she preferred.

He turned to her and she looked at him. She knew she wanted him to kiss her, and he leaned towards her and his lips brushed hers. Her heart began to race. He kissed her lips gently and slowly. She felt herself melting into his kiss.

She had never felt this way for a very long time, and his hands were holding her firmly moving up and down her back massaging her spine making her feel wonderful. The feelings she was feeling was something she had missed for a very long time. She was beginning to have a lovely feeling in between her legs and she knew she was getting wet because she could feel the moistness in between her vaginal lips.

She was starting to feel very hot when she felt his hand move to the hem of her skirt. She knew she should stop him but she felt she was in a trance and unable to stop him. He moved Sex hikayeleri his hand so very slowly upwards so slow she wanted to scream to him to move it quicker.

He held her close to him and then with his other hand cupped her breast and squeezed it she felt a soft moan leave her lips.

He opened her blouse and she felt him put his fingers into her half cup bra, he found her nipple and he pinched it between his fingers. She loved the way he played with her tit. She felt on fire her clit begged for release, but he knew what he was doing, and just flicked his fingers over her womanhood. She had never before felt so wanton. He asked her if they should get a room in the hotel. She answered saying if they don’t she doesn’t know what will happen there and then.

The next thing she remembers is them walking through the door and her being pushed against the wall and his hands holding her tits firmly. He opened her blouse so slowly so slow she wanted him to just rip it off, but he continued to play her like a violin. He found the clasp of her bra and undid it allowing her tits to fall free, to which he fastened his mouth to her right one. How did he know that was her most sensitive tit, and the way he was nibbling on her nipple was enough to send her over the top, and while he was doing that, his other hand was fondling her other tit and nipple so they were both being played with so gently but insistently, and making her feel as though she was so alive.

She couldn’t take it too much more so she pushed him away and pulled him to her kissing him in such a way she thought she was going to faint. She turned him to the wall and she fell to her knees. She looked at his eyes and she felt his manhood through his slacks, and then she moved the zipper downwards, and felt inside and his manhood. He was not as big as she hoped but it felt so nice to be holding a mans cock in her hands again.

She pulled it out and she looked at it, 6 inches of mans cock. She knew she wanted it so she put her red lipsticked lips onto the tip and he moaned, she opened her lips a little and gently sucked him into her mouth and licked the tip and circled it and then lifted off and licked all the way down to the base. He squirmed as she slowly moved back up to the top again when she got there she pulled the cock into her mouth again and he held her head and pulled her onto him, she felt him reach the back of her throat and she knew she could take all of him without gagging. She pulled his slacks and his underwear to the floor and she gently pushed her finger into his anus and she felt him try to stop her but she wasn’t going to let him get away, and she moved her lips from his cock and licked her finger and then moved her finger into his rectum slowly. He tried to move away again but she had him in her mouth so he couldn’t move. She moved her lips up and down his shaft and he held her head again beginning to face fuck her mouth. She felt him tense and knew he was going to cum, and she wanted him so much to cum in her mouth she held onto him with her finger in his anus and held him that way so he had to do her bidding. She felt him tense again and then she knew he was about to cum, Sikiş hikayeleri so she moved her mouth down onto him and felt the warm liquid flood into her mouth, so she swallowed the jism and moved her finger up and down in his ass as he came into her mouth.

When he had subsided she took her finger out of his ass and they fell to the floor. She looked and saw that she had left a red circle around the base of his cock. She snuggled up to him and he held her tightly.

When they had rested for a few minutes they got up and went to the mini bar and they had a drink, watching each other, him with no slacks she with her blouse opened and her tits sticking out her nipples standing proud.

Without another word they moved towards the bed where he removed the rest of his clothes and then he threw her onto the bed and removed her clothes almost ripping her panties off, she wished he had!
He found her mound and almost cried with delight when he saw that she was hairless (she had removed it that morning why she did that she didn’t know because that was the first time she had ever done anything like that).

He fell to his knees and she felt his mouth licking and his lips caressing her nether region, and then she begged him to suck her clitty. He did as she asked and she almost died when he found her love bud and played with it with his tongue. She was in sexual heaven. He licked and sucked her and she felt her orgasm beginning to build when he then did something she didn’t expect, he pushed his finger into her ass like she did, he stopped for a moment to say “your turn now, take it!” She screamed at him to suck her as he went back to her clit and bit gently and licked and sucked and fingered her ass. She felt the orgasm beginning again and then she screamed again but this time with her orgasm so hard she had never felt an orgasm quite like this before. When the orgasm had subsided she went limp and lay there wondering what had happened that this was happening to her right now. A morning shopping had gone very differently to what she was expecting.

After another drink he turned to her and said what do you want next? She said shyly I have always wanted to be fucked in every hole, but had never had the courage to ask her ex, who was so rough she didn’t want to try with him.

He turned her onto her back and sat on her chest and put his lovely cock in between her tits and she held them together and he started to tit fuck her as she was holding her tits together she felt his cock moving in between them and up to her head she stopped him and got a pillow and then started again and this time every time his cock went to her mouth she sucked it into her mouth. He started to move a bit quicker and she knew he was close again so she opened her mouth so he could fill it with his cum, he moaned out loud and then he started o cum in small streams both into and onto her mouth and face. She had never felt so used but she knew that was what she wanted.

When he finished and then turned her over onto her front, she knew she loved to be fucked doggy fashion and with no waiting she felt him fill her cunt with his cock. He let her feel it in her and she wanted him Erotik hikaye so badly but he just stayed there without moving. It was torture that he didn’t move so she started to move herself forward and back fucking him with her cunt which she used clasping him inside her. He let her move like this for a few minutes and she felt yet another orgasm building and he was still not moving inside her. She continued to move and then the orgasm began. He held onto her not letting her go until she had finished then he began to move inside her, she was so high she couldn’t do anything but let him fuck her. Another orgasm started again so soon after her last one she didn’t expect it so soon.

Once she had stopped again he slowly removed his cock from her cunt and she was about to collapse when he placed it against her anal rim. She said NO please not there, but he pushed slowly into her ass, but as she was so tight he was unable to get very far, so he then got down onto his front and licked and sucked her cunt and then licked the rim of the anal ring when she was wet he then kneeled again and again tried to push gently into her tight anus. She felt him stretch her ass so much she thought she was going to split in two. He waited for what seemed a long time with her saying no no no please its too big. He took no notice and then pushed a little more, when all of a sudden she felt him pop and then he was past he sphincter, and then he pushed gently until she could feel his balls against her ass. He stopped for a few minutes so she could get used to having her ass being invaded, he then began to move slowly in and out of her ass, slowly at first then as she got used to it she started to feel another orgasm building up inside her. Fuck me you bastard she found herself saying fuck me harder, harder, fill may ass with your cum, make me cum. She came again and again so hard she thought she was going to faint and then she felt him stiffen and begin to empty his cum into her ass. When they had both relaxed he plopped out of her ass, and she was so excited she turned around and grabbed his cock and filled her mouth with it, and made him lay down again and she then attacked his ass pushing her finger into his ass without any lubrication. She worked her finger in and out making him wriggle and she wanted to feel him cum in her mouth again, but he said he was spent and he was unable to cum again so soon.

She cleaned his cock with her tongue tasting his cum and herself on him. They lay there spent for a while then he said he was going to have a shower, she said ok. He went into the shower and when she heard him showering she decide to go and join him.

Once there she climbed into the shower and he washed her back and front and she returned the favour, and purposely dropped the soap. She bent down and as she picked the soap up she turned and grabbed him again and suck his cock into her inviting mouth and sucked him hard again, she turned around and shoved her ass towards him, he shoved his cock into her cunt and she came almost straight away.

They got dried and left the room and she staggered home went to bed and she woke up feeling alive, wondering if she would meet him again today, and as such she started to plan what she was going to do with him this time.

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As the wheels to the plane touched down, Fred O’Connor reached up to the over head bin and hauled down his one carry on piece of luggage. “Home a day early,” he thought to himself, “boy will Sylvia be surprised to see him!” He grabbed a hack in front of the terminal and gave the driver his address in Northbrook, an upper middle class suburb twenty miles north of Chicago’s loop. It had been a grueling trip, four cities in three days, and it felt good to be home! The cab stopped in front of his split level, and Fred was in such a good mood he tipped the driver and extra tenner!!! He couldn’t wait to get inside and give Sylvia the good news about his trip, big sales to two of his regular customers, and a pretty nice one to a guy he had been working on for over a year! As he strode up the walk to his front door, he was a little bit puzzled that the house was dark, it was only ten p.m., and both cars were in the garage, so she must be at home. Besides the lights, the next thing that seemed out of the ordinary was the smell, the moment he closed the front door behind him, he detected the aroma of burning incense. He was about to yell out to her, when all at once he recalled that about a month ago he thought he detected the faint smell incense, but Sylvia had just laughed it off and told him that she had spilled some vanilla while cooking, and that must be what he was smelling. He hadn’t given it another though until this very moment, but the odor hanging heavy in the air was definitely incense! “Why would she lie about something like that,” he thought, while quietly climbing the carpeted stairway?!? The closer he got to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall the stronger the aroma got, and from the partially open door he could see a very dim light being cast by what seemed to be that of a candle. He silently pushed the door slightly more ajar, and as his eyes accustomed themselves to the candle light, he almost fainted from wha?t he was seeing!!! There on the bed spread eagle, with her hands and feet tied to each corner of the bed frame, was his beautiful blonde wife of five years, lying naked before a huge black man, who from what Fred could see, was completely naked as well!!!

Appalled yet totally mesmerized, Fred watched in utter disbelief as Sylvia writhed around on the bed, while begging for her lover to fuck her!!! In their own private sex life, Sylvia never used dirty language of any kind, but here, with this Sex hikayeleri black stranger, she was begging him to fuck her in the most vile language he had ever heard outside of a locker room!!! Fred could see Sylvia’s blonde haired pussy gaping wide open, obviously in a state of high sexual excitement, but what really stunned him, however, was when the black man turned partly sideways, and Fred got his first look at the pecker of this intruder!!! “My, god,” he whispered out loud, “it must be ten inches long!!!” As he was to find out, that estimate wasn’t far wrong!!! His wife, by now was in a state of high sexual frenzy, bucked her hips up, lewdly displaying her pussy for her lover to see while begging, “Please, master, fuck me now, I need it so badly!!!” Without so much as a word, the black giant slid onto the bed and guided his erection into Sylvia’s tight bulging cunt while a low guttural growl that turned into and out right scream escaped her lips as each inch disappeared into her love tunnel!!! When about eight inches was securely buried inside of her, Sylvia’s vagina shuddered several times, and then spasmed hard in orgasm around the thick cudgel that filled her void!!! Fred just stood there in wide eyed wonder as his wife was reamed out by the incredible love rod being wielded by her black master!!! Even more incredible, Fred’s own six incher was now as hard as a piece of blue steel in his trousers! Lost in his own thoughts, Fred never even noticed when like a flash, the big black man leaped off of his wife and pulled open the? door, where he stood towering over the still crouched over Fred!

A terrified Fred didn’t make a move, until a huge hand grabbed him by the collar and wrenched him to his feet! “Who are you spying on, you little puke,” spat the black master!?! In a small weak voice, Fred tried to take the offense by asking, “What are you doing in my house, I want you out right now!?!” The black giant just stared a Fred for a second, and then turning to Sylvia asked, “You’re married to this!?!” Sylvia, still tied to the bed, not even looking slightly embarrassed, replied softly, “Yes, that’s Fred, he’s my husband.” The black man looked back to Fred, laughed and said, “Well, Freddie, welcome to the party as he dragged Fred like he was a rag doll and then flung him onto the bed with his wife and ordered, “Take off your clothes!” Defiantly Fred replied, “No chance, now get out here before I call Sikiş hikayeleri the police!!!” A second later, Fred was stunned as the back of the master’s hand connected hard with the side of his face, causing him to momentarily lose consciousness! “Now get undressed unless you want some more,” he said evenly!!! Still a little shaken from the shot to the face, Fred removed his clothing until he was stark naked. “Hey Syl, look at this will ya,” the master said laughingly, “I think he liked out little performance!!!” In utter shame Fred bowed his head, unable to hide his erection from the taunting black giant! Staring down at the two white slaves, the master thought for a few minutes on what to do with them, until a wide grin spread across his face, he had just the plan for this short dicked little pecker head, and he was sure he wasn’t going to like it one little bit!!!

Grabbing Fred by the hair, the master pulled him roughly to the edge of the bed until his face was only inches from the now low hanging piece of black meat that only moments before had been buried deep in his wife’s pussy! In a hard caustic voice the master asked Fred, “Your white bitch ju?st loves sucking this black pecker, I think you’re gonna make a nice bitch too, so suck it, and do a good job or I’ll have to beat you again, got it!?!” Tears began welling up in his eyes, he had never in his whole life suffered such humiliation!!! Right here in front of his naked wife he was going to have to suck on a huge black pecker!!! Knowing that if he didn’t comply he would be severely beaten, Fred leaned forward and took the head into his mouth and with uncertain strokes began licking it! The master looked over to Sylvia and opined, “You’re bitch has a nice mouth, almost as good as yours!!!” If you could have seen his face, Fred’s cheeks were turning a bright red from the embarrassment of it all, but much to his consternation, he felt his own pecker begin to stiffen even more as he tongued the huge black member!!! The master reached down and gave it a little squeeze and announced to Sylvia, “I think we have a natural born cocksucker here, we should change his name to Frederika!!!” Sylvia was watching in utter fascination as her husband orally satisfied her master, and strangely enough she felt happy for him, because she knew the wonderful pleasure that could be derrived by such an honor!!!

Fred sucked on the huge pole for another ten minutes Erotik hikaye or so, until the master ordered him to stop and mount his wife. Sylvia, still spread wide open, moaned softly as her husband entered her dripping pussy, and while Fred began stroking in and out of her blonde muffy, he was completely unaware of what was happening behind him! The black master had squeezed a squirt of oil into his hand and was in the process of lubricating his pecker, and not until Fred felt the head pushing against his tight bung hole did he realize that he was going to get his ass fucked!!! “No, please no,” he begged, but it was no use, the black giant was just too big and powerful for him to fight off, and with a hard lunge, Fred’s virgin asshole was taken by the ten inch black satisfier?! At first the pain was brutal, and Fred sensed that he was being torn apart. Knowing that to resist was futile, Fred tried to relax his muscles to allow easier entry by the invading black shaft, and much to his surprise, the more he relaxed, the more turned on he became!!! Here he was, fucking his wife’s pussy, while his own asshole was being shafted by his black master!!! Sylvia too realized the gravity of the situation, that her husband was now a fuck doll for her black master, and that she was sure that both of them would from now on be willing submissives before the huge black pecker that was in need constant attention! Fred and his master were now stroking in tandem, and both of their peckers were on the verge of orgasm! Fred had heard his wife beg to be fucked many times in the past, but now, it was unbelievable but true, that both he and Sylvia were begging to be fucked harder, she by him, and he by their black master!!! It was amazing, the sexual organs of all three participants had completely taken over the will of their owners!!! None of them, no matter how hard they tried could have stopped the rock that was now rolling down the hill!!! The two peckers stiffened at the exact same moment, and a virgin asshole and a well fucked cunt were quickly pumped full of hot jism!!! All three of them strained to get every last bit of pleasure from the ebbing orgasm, and when it was finally over, they all collapsed in a heap on top of Sylvia!!!

“So this is how you spend your time when I’m away,” teased Fred to Sylvia!?! She didn’t answer, because she couldn’t, the huge black cock was now back in her mouth, and a look of contentment spread across her beautiful face. Fred too felt a calmness come over him, as he knew that from now on, he would also be a slave to the thick black erection that had just fucked his ass!!!

THE END

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Johnny’s Mom had passed away several years before, from some form of cancer he still couldn’t pronounce. He was 17, and still living on the farm with his Dad. She had been a very beautiful woman, and he had the only picture of her still in the house in his room. His Dad wouldn’t have any others where he could see them.

His dad, Bill, was a computer tech, who worked on and off in the City for a big firm. He only had to go in when there was a hardware problem, which only happened a few times a year. He was in the City right now, leaving his son to take care of the animals before and after school. This time, it was taking over a week to fix the problem. Usually, his Dad was gone for just a few days at most.

Johnny was in the barn, having finished his chores. They were light today, being feeding the horses out in the corral and the chickens in the pen. He’d finished swamping out the stalls yesterday, and they were good for most of the rest of the week. He was up in the third loft with his girlie mags, pants down around his ankles and slowly stroking off when he heard his Dad’s truck pull into the driveway. The thing that got his attention was the sound of another car pulling in right behind it. Quickly, he did his pants back up and hurried out of the loft.

Coming outside into the bright sunlight made him squint, but he could tell that there were two lovely ladies in the yard with his Dad.

“Johnny, I want you to meet my new wife, Anne.” he said proudly, holding a woman’s hand. She was wearing a red sundress that showed her hour-glass figure off nicely. She was blonde, with full, generous lips and a bright, cheerful smile. Johnny smiled back at her.

Another girl got out of the car, scowling. She had black hair, cut quite short, and was wearing a black and burgundy dress, with a white blouse under it, and long black gloves that went up nearly to her elbows. She looked around at the farmyard, then up at the big white house, put her hands on her hips and looked at her mother.

“I hate it.” she said. “Everything is covered with dirt, there’s no neighbors, and no stores for miles. Can we go back now?”

“Rebecca, we talked about this in the car on the way here. We are staying at least a month to give it a real chance, remember?” said her mother.

“And I thought we had agreed that you would call me Infinity.” the daughter pouted. “You already broke your promise, so we can leave right now.”

“Now look here, little lady, I thought WE had agreed that you were going to give this an honest chance.” said Bill, Johnny’s Dad. “Doesn’t sound to me like you’re livin’ up to you’re end of the bargain.” He turned to Johnny and gestured for him to come forward. “Now, this here’s my son Johnny. He’s just under a year older than you, so I expect you two will find somethin’ in common to talk about.” He grinned at the woman who’s hand he was holding. “Me and you’re maw are going inside to do some celebratin’.”

“Hi.” Johnny said, stepping forward. “I think you said you prefer to be called “Infinity?”

She looked coldly at him. “You needn’t bother. I won’t be staying long.”

“W’all, what’re you gonna do, sit in your car for the whole month?” Johnny grinned at her. “How’s about you let me show you around for a bit? It’s right purty this time of year. We could go for a drive in my truck, or ride one of the hosses?”

“No, I don’t think so.” she said primly.

“Rebecca, he is trying to be friendly.” her mother said. “The least you could do is accept his offer of hospitality.” The coldness in her voice was a sharp contrast to the sweetness it had had for his father when she spoke to him. The was some iron in this lady, Johnny noted with approval.

“Mother, if you will call me “Infinity” from now on, I will do my best to `get along` here.” said the girl. “Starting now.”

“Fine.” said the blonde woman. “Infinity, Johnny has invited you to tour the farm with him. I suggest you take him up on that offer.” With that, she offered her arm to her new husband and smiled up at him. “Will you show me into the house?” she asked.

“With great pleasure, milady.” Bill said gallantly, and led her towards the house.

“Come on, Infinity. Do you want to go in the truck, or should I saddle us up some horses?”

“Well, I’m not really dressed for riding. “ she said. “Why don’t we just take the truck for today?”

“Fine.” agreed Johnny. It’s out behind the barn.” He led her across the yard, away from the house.

“It stinks here.” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I can smell poop everywhere.”

“Well, you’ll get used to it in a day or two.” he said. “I don’t even smell it anymore.”

“That’s really sad.” she said. “To be surrounded by shit, and to not even notice.”

Johnny looked askance at her, unused to hearing cusswords from ladies. She laughed at his expression.

“You look like you never heard the word shit before.” she giggled.

“Oh, I’ve heard it.” he replied. “I’ve even said it. I’m just not used to hearing it out of such a pretty girl before.”

She stared at him, hostile. “You.” she said, “are not allowed to think I am pretty. We do not know each other that well yet.”

“Well, I’m allowed to have my opinions.” he said. “But I’ll keep them to myself if you’d prefer.”

“That would be perfect.” she said, then stopped in her tracks. “That’s your truck?” she asked, her mouth agape.

The vehicle in question was huge, sitting on tires taller than she was. The floorboard was higher than her head, and the whole thing was shiny black, and spotless. It was easily the cleanest thing on the farm. Chrome glittered in the sunlight.

“Sure.” he said. “Beauty, ain’t she?”

“Oh my god, how am I supposed to get into it?” she breathed. I can’t even reach that high.”

“Here, this will help.” he said, getting a ladder off the wall of the nearby barn. She hadn’t even noticed it there. He unfolded it and set it up next to his truck. “I’ll just hold it steady for you as you go up.”

She was a little intimidated by the size of the thing, but she was determined to not show him her fear, and went right over to the ladder. As she climbed it, it wobbled a little, and Johnny reached up and put his hand on her ass to steady her.

“Easy, now, don’t rush it, just take your time.” he said, noting how firm her ass was under his hand. She glared at him and opened the door of the truck, then put her foot over, onto the running board and heaved herself in. As she did, her dress flared out a little, and he caught a glimpse of her white panties clearly outlining her camel toe. He didn’t say anything about it, but the image was burned into his mind. She had nice, trim legs too, he noticed.

She pulled her dress in around her and shut the door as he went around to the driver’s side after putting the ladder back. In no time at all, he had hopped up beside her and started it up with a roar.

Inside the house, Bill heard Johnny’s truck start and grinned at his new bride.

“Well, Anne, they’ll be gone for an hour or more.” he said, taking her in his arms. “Looks like we have the house to ourselves for a bit.”

“Bill, This is a beautiful house!” she exclaimed. “You must take me on the grand tour.”

“Well, okay.” he grudgingly assented. “This is the living room.” He led her over to a door and through it.

“This is the kitchen.”

“Bill, it’s lovely!” she exclaimed. “So full of light, and so spacious!” She went over to the island in the middle and ran her hand over the marble counter top. “I’ve always wanted on of these!”

“Anne, those kids will be back before Sex hikayeleri we know it.” Bill said. “There’s going to be plenty of time to see the house.”

“And right now, you want to show me your bedroom, right?” she said, playfully.

“You must be psychic,” he grinned. “Come on, we’ll take the back stairs. He led her into the pantry and up a narrow, curved staircase that was only used by servants, back in the day.

“What a nifty passageway!” she marveled. “I wonder what it’s here for?”

“It was used by the slaves, so they would not have to use the grand staircase in the main hall.” he explained. “This house is over 200 years old.

“Slaves?” she asked, dubiously. “This farm once had slaves on it?”

“Well, yeah, but that was long ago.” he said, following closely behind her.

“But that’s awful!” she said. “I’ve read that the owners used to do the most despicable things to them!”

“Oh, well, that was in the Deep South.” he said. “This was one of the northernmost plantations. Nothing so terrible happened here, I’m sure.”

“But it could have! You don’t know. There’s no way to know for sure.”

“Actually, up in the attic are all the old accounting ledgers and journals of several of the owners of this plantation.” Bill told her as they reached the top of the stairway. “I’ve never read them all, but it’s mostly boring stuff about how much cotton, corn and wheat was harvested each year and the prices fetched for it. I do know that most of the Agriculture was switched over to cattle and horses in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.”

“Why, I’d love to read them!” she said. “I’m sure they are just fascinating!!”

“Well, right now, I have a different fascination.” he grinned, sliding his hands onto her ass and pulling her in for a kiss.

“So where is this bedroom of yours?” she asked, a little breathlessly. His hands were pulling down the zipper of her red dress, and then found their way inside the material onto the skin of her back.

“Not sure we’re going to make it there, honey.” he whispered, seeing the front of her dress fall away and exposing her smallish breasts that he loved so much. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, nibbling it in the way he knew she liked. Three steps further, and the red garment puddled onto the floor, leaving her clad only in white thong panties. He lowered her to the floor and lay on top of her.

Out in the truck, Johnny was driving like a madman, speeding over the dirt road a little faster than he usually took it. He was catching air on some of the bigger bumps, but the road was plenty wide for his monster truck, having been well used in the two years he’d been driving over it. He knew it like the back of his hand.

Rebecca, or Infinity, as she preferred to be called, was sitting in the middle of the seat and hanging on to his arm as she shrieked and laughed her ass off at ever little jump they took. She was having the time of her life.

She had never been in a vehicle this big or gone so fast before. In fact, this was her first ride in a truck and her first time on a dirt road. She was pure city girl, but this was a completely new thrill for her.

All too soon, he pulled into a big, grassy meadow overlooking a small lake, and he shut the roaring motor off. As soon as he did, she was struck by the sudden silence.

“Like to get out and go for a swim? I happen to know that the water is perfect this time of year.” he said.

She suddenly realized that she was snuggled up close to him, holding tightly to his arm as his hand lay high on her upper thigh, and she was grinning from ear to ear. She hadn’t smiled so broadly in over two years.

“Uh, yeah, that would be great.” she said, demurely sliding back over to her own side. “I need to cool off after all that.”

He hopped out and went around to her side as she opened the door and looked down at the eight foot drop.

“Uh, I’m going to need some help getting down, I think.” she admitted. He grinned up at her and held up his outstretched hands.

“I promise to not let you fall.” he said. She got out, holding the door handle for dear life, and perched on the running board. She didn’t know it, but he had a clear view up her dress again, and this time he could clearly see the wet spot on her white panties. The drive had really gotten her going, he surmised.

“You better not!“ she warned. “I’m scared of heights!“

She hopped off the truck, and he caught her deftly under her arms and lowered her gently to the ground.

“See?” he said.” “Light as a feather.” His hands were still on her, and he slid them off the sides of her breasts as he let go.

“Oh, that was…” she said, blushing as she realized that he had just copped a feel of her tits. “Thank you.” she said. She was a little confused by her feelings. On one hand, she knew she was supposed to act all outraged at his effrontery, but on the other hand, she had a big ball of heat in the pit of her stomach, and she didn’t feel like pretending to be something she wasn’t with him. Somehow, she just didn’t feel the need to. He was genuine, and something in him made her want to as be real as he was.

“Lets go down to the lake, then.” he said, taking her hand in his. She didn’t pull it away, she was beginning to really like his touch. He led her down a well used path and onto the shore. There were several large rocks to lay on along the edge, and she could see several more a few yards out poking their heads out of the water that were also perfect to lay on and sun ones-self.

“Come on, you don’t want to wear all those clothes in the water, do you?” he asked, stripping off his T-shirt in one smooth motion.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a bathing suit!” she suddenly realized. “I can’t go swimming.”

Johnny laughed out loud. “Bathing suit? What’s that?”

“A swimsuit?” she asked puzzled at his laughter. “You never heard of a swim suit? Bikinis? One pieces? Never heard of those?”

“Oh, well, sure.” he said. “But we don’t use them around here. We just swim in our skin.”

She watched as he unbuckled his belt, and turned away as he started pushing his jeans down, blushing.

“I… I just couldn’t.” she said, her back turned. “I’d be way too embarrassed to take my clothes off out here. What if somebody saw?”

Johnny laughed again. “Look around!” he said, chuckling. “Who’s to see? Well, just Bessie the cow over there, but I promise, she’ll never say a word to anyone.”

“Well, YOU’LL see me.” she said, risking a look over her shoulder. He was standing there in his boxers only.

“I won’t tell anyone, either.” he said, solemnly. “What if we both just wear our underwear? How would that be?”

“Well, yeah, I guess.” she said, looking wistfully at the water. “It sure does look inviting!”

“It’s the best.” he said. “Here, I’ll turn my back while you get undressed, okay? My Dad did raise me to be a gentleman, you know.” Gallantly, he made a show of turning his back to her, and she was stuck. Numbly, she began unbuttoning the front of her black dress, then pushed it down and folded it neatly onto the clean rock beside her. Her white blouse followed it, and she was standing there in her lacy white bra and white thong panties.

“Uh, okay, you can turn around now.” she said, weakly. Never before had she felt so naked in front of a boy. He was the first ever to see her in such a state of undress.

He turned to face her, and his eyes widened in surprise at her shapely beauty. Her belly was flat, her legs long and well formed. Her breasts were quite small Sikiş hikayeleri in her bra, but he could see the darkness of her nipples through the sheer lace material. He couldn’t help it, his boxers tented out immensely at the sight of her.

“Uh, excuse me.” he said lamely, seeing her eyes drop down and stare at his crotch. “Maybe the water will help get it to go back down.” He turned and dove into the water, and she began laughing out loud as he came back up a moment later, his head bobbing right next to his floating boxers. The water has smoothed them right off his body as he entered the water.

“Well, shoot.” he muttered. “They came right off, didn’t they?” he caught them as they began to sink, wadded them into a ball, and threw them on shore, right next to her. She picked them up and shook them out, then spread them on the rock by her clothes to dry.

“Are you coming in?” he asked. “This water is like a bathtub once you get in.”

“Okay.” she said. “No use standing here on shore and letting you look at me all day.” She went over to the edge and tested it with her toe. “Ahh! It’s cold!” she exclaimed.

“Well, of course it is when you do it like that!” he said. “The only way to do it proper is all at once, like I did.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, looking worried. “It looks really deep right there.”

“You don’t want to go diving into the shallows, let me tell you what.” he said, seriously. “Hitting the bottom is no joke.”

“Well, did it work?” she asked nervously.” “Your…thing. It’s not still hard, is it?”

“Nope, this water did the trick just fine.” he said. “Come on in, I promise not to hurt you.”

“Okay.” she said, the last of her objections gone. She gathered herself, then bent, and dove into the water in one of the cleanest entries he’d ever seen. She came up right beside him, treading water.

“Wow, you were right!” she said. “Once you get all the way in, it’s really warm!”

“Hey, I might have told you a little fib back there.” he said. “This water hasn’t affected it at all.” She grinned at him wickedly

“It because of me that it got all hard, isn’t it?” she asked. “It wasn’t hard at all until you saw me in my underwear.”

“That’s just right.” he told her. “You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen in person.”

“What, you’ve seen prettier girls on TV?” she teased. “Like who?”

“Not on TV.” he admitted. “In a magazine. And I said sexiest, not prettiest. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, on TV or not.”

“Well, what’s the difference?” she asked. “Sexy, pretty, same thing, right?”

“Nope, not at all.” he answered. “Pretty can go to church. Sexy don’t belong there at all.”

“I don’t go to church.” she said. “Is that what makes me sexy?”

“Partly.” he told her. “But that’s not all of it.”

“Well, tell me the rest!” she demanded.

“Swim over to that rock.” he said, pointing. “It’s too hard to tread water and talk at the same time.” She nodded and easily slipped through the water to the rock he had indicated, then climbed out, using the natural hand and footholds she found grooved into it. He was right behind her, and got out as well, sitting next to her in the bright sunshine.

“Oh, boy, you weren’t kidding about the water having no effect on it.” she giggled, staring at his cock sticking straight up from his hairy groin. “It looks even bigger in person than it did in your shorts!”

“You’re the first girl who’s ever seen it.” he admitted to her. “You really think it’s big?”

“Well, it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.” she giggled. “Can I touch it?”

“Yeah, if you want to.” he said, opening his legs a little. Her bra was nearly transparent now that it was wet, and he could almost clearly see her nipples as they hardened at the soft breeze that came up across the lake. Her hand went out and her fingertips stroked it softly.

“Ohh.” she said softly. “It’s like, hard and soft at the same time.”

“I like it when you do that.” he said. “Try curling your fingers around it and making a fist.”

She did as he said, closing her fingers around his girth. They didn’t quite meet her palm, he was so thick, and her hand so small. He closed his own hand around hers and began moving them up and down on it’s length together, then let go after she had the idea and knew what to do.

He turned toward her, raised his hand to her face, and leaned over to kiss her.

“Mmph!” she moaned in surprise as their lips met, then she was ardently kissing him back, her little fist never missing a stroke. His hand slid down to her shoulder, then pushed the strap off and down her arm. She felt it happen, but her passion was rising and she simply couldn’t care enough to stop him. It would break the magic of this moment.

He cupped her bare breast in his palm a moment later, feeling her nipple pressing into the center of it like a pebble. As the kiss broke, he lay her back and nibbled the side of her neck, just under her ear. He looked down at her, smiling into her eyes, then opened the front hook of her bra and moved the two pieces to the side, alternating fondling her rock hard nipples with is free hand, The other was propping him up. Her hand was still on him, stroking softly and slowly up and down it’s length.

“I take it back.” he told he, whispering. “You’re even more sexy than the girls in my magazines.”

“The way you’re touching my breasts is making my feel all funny.” she told him. Her legs writhed together for a moment, then her knees drew up and parted. “It feels all wet between my legs.”

“Right here?” he asked, sliding his hand down her belly and cupping her mons. His middle finger slid up and down over the outside of her panties, finding her clit and gliding in small circles over it.

“Ohh, yes, that’s the exact spot.” she moaned.

“I could tell.” he said, “It’s definitely wetter there than just water can make it.” He grinned at her devilishly. “I wonder…”

“I don’t like that look on you face.” she said, letting go of his dick. “What are you thinking about?”

“It’s a secret.” he said. “If I tell you, it won’t be a secret anymore.”

“I can keep a secret.” she said. “Tell me.”

“It’s not something I can tell you.” he said. “It’s something I want to try out with you. Will you help me?”

“Sure,” she agreed. “As long as you keep doing that with your hand.”

“I’ll need to take these off.” he said. “Will you let me do that?”

She nodded, biting her lip, then lifted her butt up and let him take her panties down. The crotch stuck to her labia for a moment, having been pressed into them by his fingers, then he slid then over her knees, then her ankles, and she was completely exposed to this boy she had only met half an hour ago.

“You might as well have this off, too.” she said, taking off the open bra. He grinned, wadded it up, and sent it sailing to land next to their other underclothes. “What did you want to show me?” she said. She was a little nervous about being naked with a boy for the first time in her life, but also very excited and curious. He took her by the shoulders and made her lean back, until she was laying on the rock with her legs drawn up.

“Oh, what-” He was pulling her knees apart, and she was resisting a little, but he was stronger and insisted.

“I can’t keep touching you there with them closed up like that.” he said, so she allowed him to spread them open. His hands slid down the insides of her thighs, then the sides of his head were brushing where his hands had just passed.

“What-” she started to say again, but then Erotik hikaye his tongue was on her, and words failed the girl. All she had left were moans, and her legs were open as far as she get them, now.

He licked and lapped at her until he felt her hips bucking up into his mouth, then slid his body up hers until he was kissing and nibbling at her nipples

“Oh, oh, why did you stop?” she gasped.

“So I could do this.” he said, moving up a little more, until they were face to face. She could feel his cock laying against her bare pussy like a red hot bar of iron. He sawed it back and forth over her clit a few times, gathering up her natural juices along it’s length as he did.

She moaned, feeling him sliding deliciously against her, and then suddenly it was moving even further back, the head of it pressing in between her labia. “Wait, no!” she said, putting her hands against his chest. “I’m not ready for that!”

“Oh, yes, you are.” he said, sliding the head of it into her. She screwed up her face beneath him, but didn’t say anything more as another inch slid in. He pulled it back a little, then put more in, until she winced sharply and tried to squirm out from under him.

To no avail, tho, he had her pinned under him and trapped. He pushed his cock through her flimsy barrier and sank it in to the hilt.

“Ohh, GOD!” she yelled out at the tearing pain inside her. “Take it out, take it out!”

“Too late for that.” he said, through gritted teeth. “I’m fucking you now.” He drew it almost all the way out and sank it back in as she writhed under him. He did it again, increasing the speed with each stroke, until he was fucking her and making her moan and groan with every stroke.

“Don’t…don’t come inside me.” she gasped. “Do it on my belly.” She was thinking of her friend Linda, the only girl she knew who had gone all the way like this, and now had a three month old baby. “Don’t get me pregnant!”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” he said. “But this load ain’t goin’ on your belly, or in it, either.”

“Wh-what?” she gasped, very close to orgasm. He didn’t answer, just increased the tempo of his strokes even more and brought her over the edge.

“WHOOOANNNNNGGHHHHHUUUGGGHHHH!!!” she screamed, raking his back with her red nails. Her hips were thrusting up to meet his on every one of his down strokes, and he kept it up until she collapsed under him. He grinned at the girl who had just experienced the strongest orgasm of her young life.

Gently, he pulled out of her and knelt beside her prone form, looking down at her beautiful body as he stroked his cock in his fist. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see him doing it right over her face, his cock just inches away from her mouth.

“Wh-” she started to say, but just then his dick erupted and jetted out hot, thick ropy streams of come all over her pretty features. About half of it went into her mouth, and she could taste the hot saltiness of it. Instinctively, she spit it out, but more was spewing forth, coating her pretty face with hot, ropy, white goo. More of it went into her mouth as he pushed it right up against her lips and inside. She spit that out, too, turning her head to the side. She could feel it spattering on her cheek and into her hair.

“Oh, why did you do that?’ she asked. “Oh my God, I’m a mess!”

“Baby, you look absolutely sexy, wearing my come like that!” he said. “Man, I wish I had a camera!”

She sat up and glared at him. “You think this is funny?” she nearly shouted. “You think I LIKE what you just did to me?”

“Hey, whoa, calm down.” he said. “I didn’t say it was funny; I said you look sexy. And you do; you really do.”

“You just fucking RAPED me!” she screamed. “I was a virgin, you asshole!”

“Hell no, I didn’t.” he replied. “You wanted that as bad as I did. You fucking loved it.”

“I asked you to stop, and you didn’t.” she sniffled.

“You came at least twice.” he retorted. “Tell me you didn’t like that part of it.”

She didn’t say anything to that, just looked at the rock between her knees as she hugged her legs to her chest.

“You liked it.” he said, confidently. “Want to go swimming some more, and wash it off your face and out of your hair? I think it looks damn sexy, but your Mom might not understand.”

“Oh, God, what did we just do?” she said, beginning to cry. “Why did I let you do that?” Tears were streaming down her face, and he came over, sitting right beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, now, shh.” he said, soothingly. “It ain’t nothin’ but a thing.” he said. He was glad he’d sat down on her clean side, he kissed the side of her neck, moving her hair to the side. “See, now don’t that feel good?” he said, feeling her lean into him a little as she accepted his comfort. “Sure it does, sure it does.” he said softly. His other hand slid up and down her thigh, up and down, then slid around and onto her bare pussy once more. “It’s gonna feel just as good, if not better, this time.”

“Oh, what are you…” she murmured, but didn’t stop him as his fingers pried apart her vulva and slid into her warmth. She let him lay her back down and lowered her knees, but to her surprise, he pulled them back up again, then pulled them apart.

“I’m gonna show you how good it can feel.” he said, moving between her legs. “And I’ll let it go onto your belly this time, just like you wanted.

“Ohh, that’s…” she whispered, feeling him enter her again. This time, there was no pain at all, just a satisfying scratch to the itch his fingers had awoken in her belly.

Again, he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts until she was gasping for breath and clawing his back as she came. This time, he was able to last a little longer, having just shot off about 20 minutes before, and she was gurgling with pleasure when he finally pulled out.

True to his word, he pumped his cock against her belly, intending to shoot off there, but she caught her breath and scooted down under him, taking his throbbing member in her mouth.

He felt her lips close around his cock, and that was the last straw. He pumped out several strong bursts, which she easily and greedily swallowed. She had thought about the taste of it as he fucked her, and she decided she liked it. She also knew from stories she had heard from other girls at school how much guys liked girls that swallowed, and she wanted him to like her. The feelings his cock had elicited within her she had had no idea about. She wanted him to do it again, and often.

“Oh, man, you like it, don’t you.” he said, grinning at her as she scooted back up and cuddled into his side.

“You don’t think I’m a slut, do you?” she asked, hesitantly.

“Hell no!” he said. “I don’t mind a bit!”

“Good, because I’m not.” she said, primly. He had to laugh at that, as the tone of her voice contrasted with the well fucked look on her face and the come drying clumsily in her hair.

“Come on, let’s get back in the water.” He dove off the rock, but when he came up, she was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, he felt a warmth engulf his cock, and looked down into the water. She came up next to him, laughing.

“Gotcha.” she giggled.

“You can get me like that anytime you want.” he replied. “Especially first thing in the morning…”

“Are you getting cold?” she asked, crossing her arms over her breasts. “I’m starting to get a little chilly. Can we go back now?”

“Sure we can. I have chores to do anyway. Maybe you could help me with them?”

“Well see.” she said, heading for shore. “I’m kind of sore. I might just take a nap.”

He watched her get dressed, noting she left off her wet underwear. He could see her nipples through her blouse, and the sight kept him half hard the whole way back to the house.

***

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Baby’s Birthday

Baby woke up smiling when her vibrators turned on. Every morning they turned on an hour before Daddy woke, so she would be wet and responsive when he came to feed her her morning cum. She was in her crib, an open topped metal cage, each limb tied to a post. She began happily sucking on her pacifier, a large penis gag, when she realized what today was. Her long, curly, pale blonde hair in two pretty braids, and her brown eyes were blind folded. She had a pale pink collar on her neck, with a plate on it that said “Daddy’s Cum Whore”. Matching cuffs were on her wrists and ankles.

Today was Baby’s birthday, and it was a very special one. She was finally old enough that Daddy was going to fuck her ass and whore cunt. Baby was given to Daddy when she was born and had been prepared her whole life to serve him. She couldn’t wait to give him her pussy and ass to use for his pleasure. She moaned just thinking about pleasing her master.

After about half an hour, during which Baby had orgasmed several times, the vibrating plug in her ass gave her a shock. She was already close to cumming, and the shock made her eyes roll back as she cried out in ecstasy. Daddy had the plug specially made just for her. It had five levels, though, the lowest two were never used, as Baby couldn’t get enough pain from them to cum, and hadn’t been punished in 5 years. She would never disobey her Daddy, she was his belonging, and she should always obey him. Daddy put the toy on setting 4 last night while getting his baby slave ready for bed. Baby loved the pain of the electric shock inside her, the more painful the better.

After 15 shocks, one every two minutes, which held her in a state of constant orgasm, Daddy walked in. Baby heard his every step, as anticipation and the blindfold heightened her senses. Daddy reached into his Baby’s cage, and removed her blindfold, just as the vibrators turned off.

Daddy was tall, about 6’5, with black hair, tan skin, and piercing blue eyes. He had very defined facial features and a massive cock that Baby loved. Daddy had received Baby when he was 15, as a gift from his father.

“Good morning, Slut,” Daddy said to his toy in a loving tone. “Happy Birthday.” He then pulled her pacifier out.

“Good morning, Daddy! Thank you for remembering my birthday. Can Baby get her morning cum now?” Baby asked.

Daddy smiled down at the little girl, and nodded. He unchained her, and let her out of the crib. She immediately kneeled, and undid her Daddy’s pants, pulling his hardened cock out of his pants.

She licked the head of his cock eagerly, and used her small hands to play with his balls. She run her tongue up and down his yummy dick for a few minutes before she went back to the head. She began to push her warm, young mouth onto his cock as far as she could. She was bobbing happily on his dick when she felt Daddy grab and twist her braids, pull her back, and then yank her down on his cock until her nose was again him. That was Baby’s favorite thing- Daddy man handling her, being rough.

With a tight grip on her hair, he Sex hikayeleri face fucked his toy until he came down her throat. He released her braids and patted her head as she hungrily swallowed his load. Finally, she leaned back and licked the tip, just to make sure she hadn’t missed any.

“Good girl!” Daddy praised. Then there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Daddy called. Two hooded slave girls came into Baby’s room then, pulling a cart. They wore tight panties, and had black collars on. They had numbers tattooed on their arms, a sign of their submission to their Master. This was how Daddy liked most of his slaves.

But Baby was special. He wanted her tiny body free of ink, so that her skin stayed smooth. He wanted to see her pretty hair and small, young face, so he left her with out a hood.

“Ah, there you are, sluts. Get everything ready. I want her perfect for tonight, understood?” Daddy said sternly. The slaves nodded. Satisfied with their answer, he turned to his favorite toy. “These two are going to prepare you for my service tonight. Be nice to them, my little cum whore, ok?”

Baby nodded, smiling. “Yes, Daddy!”

——

Alexander sat in his office with his sister, Lydia. Two of his slaves kneeled by the door, in case Lydia needed service. Alex was saving it for tonight, when he would finally fuck his Baby Slave. He was hard just thinking about pounding her tiny virgin pussy.

“It’s that little one’s birthday, isn’t it, Alex?” Lydia said as she grinned wickedly.

Years ago, Lydia and their father gave Alex an amazing birthday gift. His sister’s shortest sissy boy and his fathers shortest slave had been bred, and had produced a small baby girl. They gifted this baby to him, so he could make himself a perfect toy.

“Yes, it is,” he said, returning her grin. “And tonight, I’ll finally finish her training. Isn’t that a nice present for her?”

Lydia laughed.

———

Baby was excited. The two slaves had made her very pretty. They redid her braids, adding pink bows. They put her in a body harness, which was pink and also had little bows on it. Her whore cunt had been waxed along with her body. Her nails had been painted, and her ass had been cleaned out. Tight clamps were on her nipples and clit. Her custom plug was in, and a vibrating wand was strapped to her leg and on her clit. Daddy wanted her wet for him. She also had her pacifier in her mouth.

As the word reached the slaves that Daddy would arrive soon, Baby was strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Then, the other slaves left Baby alone as she waited for her Daddy. She didn’t wait long.

When Daddy entered, he wore a dress shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. His sleeves were rolled up, and his strong arms were on display. All his implements were laid out.

“Hello, Baby.” Daddy said walking up to her. He removed the wand from her clit, and put it on the table with the other tools. When he came back, he removed her gag, and slammed his mouth on hers.

Baby responded eagerly, opening her mouth to give Daddy what he wanted. His tongue Sikiş hikayeleri caressed hers, and his hand went to her slut pussy. Baby moaned as he twirled his finger around her clit. Her juices flew heavier, and she didn’t notice her had the remote for her plug. Her turned it all the way up, and then held the button down, giving her a long shock. Baby came hard.

“Daddy!” She cried out. She cried out and moaned riding her wave of orgasm. She slumped when it died down.

Her Daddy smiled down at her. “Such a good little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” Baby responded automatically.

“I think the good girl should be allowed to get some cum as a reward, don’t you?” Baby’s eyes lit up as Daddy spoke, finding the thought of giving her Daddy her mouth to fuck satisfying. Daddy quickly removed her from the cross, and pulled out his cock while she kneeled.

“Open your mouth, whore,” Daddy ordered. Baby dropped her jaw, and he grabbed her hair. Yanking her onto his dick he moaned as her tight throat squeezed his hardness. Over and over her plunged into her mouth as she gazed adoringly at him. But before her could cum, he pulled out.

“Crawl to the bed, and lie on your back,” Daddy ordered. Baby crawled over to the bed and laid down, knees bent and legs spread. Excitement spread through the young girl, and the knowledge of what would come next nearly had her cumming. Her Daddy came over and begin vigorously rubbing her clit.

“Such a good toy, aren’t you Baby?” Daddy said, hit the shock button for her plug. Baby moaned loudly.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m your fuck toy!” Baby cried out as another shock rippled through her. Daddy smiled. Her tiny hips were bucking into his hand.

“Do you want something, slut?” Daddy asked. Baby moaned and nodded. “What do you want? Say it, for me.”

“I want your,” she stopped and moaned as his fingers dipped into her. “I want you to use my slave pussy to please your cock, Daddy, please!” She was practically writhing. Daddy spanked her pussy.

“Well, if you want me to give you my cock, than I have to tie you up, Baby. Do you want to tell me why I have to tie you?” He asked his plaything.

“Be-Because I’m only a toy, Daddy! I don’t deserve r-respect from my Da- oh!- my Daddy. I’m meant for his pleasure and use, noth- nothing else! Oh Daddy, please put your cum in my slave pussy, please. Use your- ah!- your whore’s cunt!” She cried out. Daddy had shocked her several times, fingers still rubbing her clit and dipping into her virgin pussy. Baby was dripping for her Daddy, desperately craving his cock inside her. Her pussy received another hard smack.

“Since you’re such a good girl, I guess I’ll let your pussy service me,” Daddy replies.

He got the pink rope meant specifically for her. Quickly he tied her hands to the bars above her head. Then, he took two new lengths, spread her knees out, and tied them to the top bedposts, keeping her legs spread, and cunt open to him. He then removed his clothes, and climbed on the bed.

He rubbed cock up and down her slit before Erotik hikaye lining himself up with her tiny hole. Baby bucked her hips trying to get his cock inside her. Deciding it was, time, Daddy push his cock into his slave’s pussy. He groaned.

“Such a tight little cunt, hm? Now, who’s pussy is this, whore?” Daddy asked.

Baby quickly responded. “This is your pussy Daddy. All of Baby belongs to Daddy, she is his play toy, meant only to serve him.”

Daddy pulled back causing her to whimper. He grinned wickedly. “Now be a good girl,” he said, “and scream.” And with one hard push he rammed himself into her, breaking through her hymen and pushing against her cervix.

And scream she did. But it was not a scream of pain, but rather of pleasure, as Baby surrendered her second hole to Daddy. The realization that Daddy had finally used her pussy began to bring on an intense orgasm.

Daddy put wrapped his hands almost around his whore’s entire thighs, and leaned down to suckle on the girl’s neck. Viciously, rapidly, he began thrusting into her as hard as he could, delighting in the pain and pleasure evident on her face. Over and over he pounded into her tight, little hole. He moved back up, bring his hands up to her neck to choke her. This sent Baby over the edge.

Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream as her abused pussy clenched her Daddy’s cock. Cumming hard, she lifted her hips, desperately trying to get him inside her.

The sight of his pet coming undone was enough to send Daddy over the edge. He slammed into her, as hard as he could, and sent streaks of cum into her devirginated hole.

But the night was not over. Baby still had a hole that hadn’t had his cock in it.

He untied the small girl and pulled by her hair so his cock was in front of her face. “Make it hard again, Baby, so Daddy can rape your little asshole.” He said.

“Yes, Daddy,” the little toy said, immediately complying. She ran her smooth tongue up and down his shaft several times. Then, while using her small hand to pump his cock, she sucked his balls into her mouth, reverently. Baby knew that Daddy’s cock was holy. She knew that Daddy was her god. So, pored all of her worship into her work.

Daddy begin petting her head, and when his dick was ready, used her braid to yank her off.

Rapidly, he retied her, knees spread and bent, arms stretched straight in front of her, and ass high in the air.

Without waisting a moment her ripped the plug out of her ass, and brought it to her face.

“Open,” He commanded, plunging the plug into her mouth. She began to suck her assjuices off it, as she prepared for her next birthday treat.

Daddy placed his bulging cock at her rosebud, and began to push. He moan as she intentionally squeezed him. “Good little Slut,” he praised.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she responded, happily. When he was half way in, he pulled back, leaving only his head in her. He grabbed her hips, and rammed into her.

“Thank you, Daddy!” She cried. He drew his hand back and slapped her ass hard in response. This continued as he brutally fucked the squirming whore’s ass. They both began to feel the pleasure building, and then, they came.

This was a birthday memory Baby would treasure forever.

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