A Guy and His…? Ch. 60: Dreamscape

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Jake Freemon – Main character

Gen – Jakes first Jinn

Jinn – What the genies are called

Tommy Sinclair – Friend of Jake’s and fellow worker

Mary – Boss’s daughter

Juno – Jakes big Boss and Mary’s Father

Jinn Council – Council of major Jinns

Yasmen – Gen’s mother

Doctor – the Jinn doctor (Hiram) AKA Hime

Rasmir – Gen’s father

Rosalinda -Jake’s second Jinn -Once called Dreama

Rashala – Gen’s niece and Jake’s 3rd Jinn

Tankena – evil brother of Rasmir

Sheeka – former evil female Jinn Jake’s 4th Jinn

Inger – Mary’s Jinn, Akeesha’s lover

Akeesha – Sheeka’s twin sister

Rita – older female and one of Juno’s sisters

Tina – Rita’s daughter

Trully – second Jinn doc Rasmir’s little sister

Nyrae – Juno’s powerful Jinn

Nuha – Leader of Deadly Trio

Abla – sister of Nuha member of Deadly trio

Fatin – sister of Nuha third member of trio

Tyrin – neighbor of Nyrae’s parents

Aahil – one of the twin Jinn princes

Aalee – other twin Jinn prince

Amira – Jinn Princess sister of twins

Al-Mazhab – King of the Jinns

Qistina – Ex Queen of the Jinns, the Leader

Marie – Juno’s ex-wife

Kasha – Elite Jinn friend of Rashala, Marie’s Jinn

Zahra – evil elite Jinn working with Marie

Akeesha hugged then kissed Jake as they both lay down beside Inger closing their eyes. Almost immediately Jake was in a grey misty area, not unlike where he first met Nyrae. Looking around he thought that Akeesha would be there with him. Shrugging he started walking towards what he felt was Inger. The thing is it was extremely weak.

Jake hadn’t gone far when he heard a voice above him yelling. Looking up he saw what or whom he thought was Akeesha falling toward him. Shaking his head he stood his ground waiting ’til she was almost on top of him. Putting his hand out, he thought stop then watched amazed as Akeesha floated above him!

“Ok that was weird. I thought I had no power what so ever.” Jake told Akeesha.

“In the actual world you don’t Master Jake. It appears though that in this realm you have a firm grasp on what is what. This is so confusing Master Jake.” Akeesha said confusion on her face.

“Akeesha do you Jinns dream?” Jake asked.

“Dream? I am unfamiliar with that word Master Jake.” Akeesha replied.

Taking his hand Jake brought Akeesha to the… he guessed it was ground. “Touch my mind so I can show you Akeesha.” Jake told her.

Nodding still confused Akeesha did as Jake asked. For a moment she still looked confused then after a few moments clarity started to show on her face. “I see now Master Jake. I believe this is the hulm state. We of the Jinn race abandoned it centuries ago. We only do it once every five hundred years.”

Jake was nodding at what she was saying ’til she finished. Once every five hundred years! “Here I thought it was you that was going to have to protect me! The human race calls this the dreamscape. We experience it almost all the time.”

About that time a fierce looking green monster attacked them. Akeesha waved nodded then was amazed when nothing happened! “Master Jake! I have no power!”

Jake nodded making a chopping motion with his hand, Akeesha watched amazed as the monster split in two then vanished!

“It’s as I thought I have much more experience in this than you do, crap we’re screwed!” Jake said.

“No Master Jake I don’t think so. With me guiding you we should be fine.” Akeesha reassured him.

Jake looked at Akeesha as if she’d lost her mind. “I’m not sure I can protect us enough for us to make it to where she is. You may know the way though us actually getting there is going to take a miracle!”

“Well Master Jake.” Akeesha said staring at Jake intensely. “I believe in you deeply, as I believe that Inger does. As a matter of fact I can almost feel her expecting the şişli escort both of us to show up and save her.”

Jake could only shake his head, “I’m glad that you have as much faith in me as you do. I for one don’t, have you forgotten I am just a human? I…”

“You,” Akeesha started a look of pride on her face. “Are the most unusual human I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. If anyone can save her it is you Master Jake!”

Jake could only stare at Akeesha still finding it hard to believe. “Alright Akeesha, if this is a dream realm as I think it is then let me try something.”

Thinking of Inger, Jake pictured her as clearly as he could. When nothing happened, Jake closed his eyes. Thinking of Akeesha and him standing and being where Inger was being held, Jake felt a momentary stillness in the air. Suddenly they were both standing next to what appeared to be a hole.

“Master Jake!” Akeesha said excited. “I can actually feel her again! She feels trapped! I can feel her pain!” Jake had to grab Akeesha stopping her from jumping into the hole in front of them.

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Let me go Master Jake! She is hurting so badly!” Akeesha was yelling tears starting to form in her eyes.

“Wait Akeesha!” Jake said sternly to her. “I can feel that this is a trap, at least it feels like it. Remember you have no power, how exactly were you going to go into this without getting hurt?”

Akeesha blinked twice as her mouth dropped open. Bowing low she nodded. “I feel that you have again saved my life Master Jake.” Leaning over she lightly kissed Jake on his cheek. “Thank you, now what are we to do?”

“Well, considering you can now feel her. I think I may have a way to get closer. Apparently the Jinn have some type of block that even my kind have trouble with.” Here Jake smiled, “she hasn’t met a true dreamer yet has she?” Jake asked as he smiled broader looking at Akeesha.

Akeesha was confused a moment, A true dreamer? Then she remembered the plans that she had seen Master Jake drawing. Ah! A true dreamer! She believed she was starting to grasp just what he was saying.

“Let us hope so Master Jake. If this bitch of a Jinn harms my love, I will make her suffer horrors untold!” Akeesha said as Jake watched her eyes glow for a moment then go back to normal.

Interesting Jake thought then started to think over every part of his thoughts when they had suddenly appeared where they were. Hmmm so it appeared that they could not appear next to Inger but they could get closer. With a smile Jake nodded he had a plan, well, as well a plan as possible at the moment.

“Alright Akeesha, I might not be able to get us right to where she is. I think I can get us a lot closer. Hang on going to try again.” Jake told Akeesha who nodded.

Closing his eyes Jake could swear that he could actually see where Inger was. The thing was he could also see that evil elite Jinn that Rashala had injured. So it appeared she had healed, it

was… That’s right! This was the dream realm she would be whole here! Though as to the extent of her power that remained to be seen.

Jake watched in his thoughts as he backed off further and further until the resistance wasn’t as strong. Nodding he opened his eyes, smiling at Rashala. “Here we go!” Jake said as he felt the air still again. Just as suddenly they were standing outside what appeared to be a room of darkness.

Looking in Jake and Akeesha could see the evil Jinn standing almost seeming to wait. Jake could only guess for them to make appearance. Nodding Jake leaned over to Akeesha whispering in her ear. At first Akeesha’s eyes were wide then she nodded vigorously. Jake touched her arm a moment then whispered in her ear again. Startled she nodded yes, looking at Jake as if he’d lost his mind.

Getting up Jake nodded to Akeesha then stepped through the dark doorway. The evil Jinn’s head snapped up as soon as Jake appeared.

“Tsk, escort bayan another stupid human I see!” The evil Jinn sent a huge fireball at Jake. Yawning Jake closed his fist watching as the fireball fizzled then went out just as fast. “NO! You have no power! There is no way that the others are supplying power as I cut off everything from outside here!”

“As I was told this realm or world is called the hulm state, and something that all Jinns abandoned many centuries ago.” When the astonished visage of Zahra could only nod Jake continued. “We, who are human, have not abandoned it. Humans use this state to create new ideas and concepts that can be brought forth to the real world. Being who I am, what I do.” Here Jake smiled widely. “Mine is far stronger than most.”

“NO!” Zahra screamed as she tried to attack Jake, only to find that she had sudden uncontrollable desire for him. “What is this trickery? This is the hulm state! There are no feelings, nothing!”

“I think you will find that in my case you are dead wrong!” Jake said as he moved closer. The

visage of Zahra suddenly had a look of panic, then one of pure lust! “It isn’t possible your sexual attraction I…”

Zahra started to shred what few clothes that she had on. Behind her he saw Inger awaken and stir. Looking at her arms, legs, and chest she saw the mental chains that were holding her down. A momentarily look of panic crossed her face then her head snapped to stare at Jake. Then she quickly averted her head when Jake was suddenly naked his erection growing harder by the second.

Moving closer to Zahra Jake could see that she was in a deep sex lust. Staring at Jake, Zahra rapidly moved to Jake dropping to her knees taking him as deeply as she could. Jake could feel her groan in a lust induced state as she took all him deep in her throat. “I have been dreaming of having you Master Jake since I saw you that first time in my mistress’s place.”

Groaning again Jake could feel her throat muscles as they started to ripple around him. Damn Jake thought she’s not half bad; too bad she’s as bad as she is! The both of them groaning Jake could feel a massive orgasm building as she quickened her ministrations. Reaching down Jake took a hold of her nipples as she started to twitch. A moment later Jake started to empty his scrotum into her waiting mouth. All the while twisting her nipples causing her to orgasm!

Falling back her legs opening to reveal her wet, open sex Zahra looked at Jake with a begging look. “Master Jake take this vessel, these feelings have never been experienced by it or the real body. Take this vessel the pain is increasing!” Panting the visage started to make lewd motions toward Jake.

Sighing Jake thought he’d have to wash for a week to feel clean again. Moving between the legs of the Zahra visage Jake slowly sunk in. The eyes of the visage opened wide as they felt the length of Jake as it slowly slid deeper. Screaming out from the pleasure she couldn’t believe how wonderful or full she was!

As slowly as he could Jake started to move within Zahra, shit he thought she’s as tight as a virgin. Is it possible that this is another man hater? Like Akeesha was? Shaking his head Jake had to keep her distracted until Inger was free. Motioning for Akeesha he did his best not to break the slow rhythm he’d established.

Concentrating on both the sex he was having and breaking the mental chains was taxing to say the least. Barely able to watch he saw Akeesha pull first one of the left then the right arms. The slight jump in Inger’s power let him know they were on the right track. Akeesha had just got the left leg loose when Zahra started to orgasm!

Akeesha let go of the mental chains as Zahra started to scream even louder. Zahra couldn’t believe that such feelings existed! She’d always been led to believe that all males cared about were themselves. She heard they all only taksim escort wanted to hurt strong females! What was going on? There was no pain! No caring only for his self! As of yet Master Jake had yet to reach his release!

As soon as the chains weren’t glowing Jake thought as well as he could for them to be weak again. Damn it! This was going to take all the will power he had! This Jinn was as tight as Gen was! It was taking all he had to not let loose within her! Even as he watched he saw Inger’s other leg come loose.

Slowly but surely Jake could feel the chains that were wrapped around Inger start to fall away. Good he could feel that she was almost back to normal. They still had to leave before he could; they were free though they had no power.

Suddenly Inger sat up kissing Akeesha a smoldering hot moment of passion that made all the chains suddenly vanish!

Inger looked at Jake smiling then Akeesha and her both rose toward the opening. Breathing a sigh of relief Jake finally started to plunge faster into Zahra. Zahra, screaming out even louder, Jake had to hold on as the body of the visage began to convulse, thrashing back and forth.

Jake had held back as long as he could, his scrotum almost in pain from want of release. Finally seeing that the both of them were gone, Jake roared out as he felt his cum. Shit he thought, this was going to be huge! Shooting out in an almost continuous stream, Jake felt her fill to over flowing. Still moving he could feel it leaking out around his organ.

Zahra’s eyes went wide as she felt the hot seed of Master Jake filling her. Then eyes went wider! She could feel it; she could feel all of it! By the great Jinn! It was glorious! Suddenly looking over she saw that her prisoner was gone! For a moment, only a moment, she thought this was all a rouse, but how? No man she’d ever seen or felt was like what Master Jake had.

Suddenly tears started to form in her eyes. “I am sorry that she is as evil as she is Master Jake. Thank you for showing me what this is supposed to be like. All this time I thought it would only be pain.” Turning away she whispered, “It is a shame she will never know of this.”

“What do you mean?” Jake asked of her.

“I know that this part of her has to die. It is an unfortunate thing; I think she could have learned from this. It is one of the main things that keeps her as bad as she is.” The visage sadly told Jake.

Jake sat back a moment as he thought about this. Looking at the visage he could feel that everything about it was different. What the hell was going on? If he had sex with the real bad Jinn would she turn also? Smirking Jake thought damn! Maybe I am becoming a sex god!

A moment later Inger appeared glowing, her power at full. Jake moved in front of the visage as Inger gasp.

“It’s alright Master Jake, move a little and I will end her!” Inger growled out.

“NO!” Jake shouted. “I have a plan.” Motioning to Inger, Jake leaned to her whispering to her. At first she shook her head her eyes wide. As time passed Inger looked at the visage with a surprised look then started to nod. Finally a wide smile crossed her features.

“If all is as you say Master Jake, then there is an extremely great chance it could work. I am willing to take the chance if you are Master Jake. I owe you three times now, not sure if I can even begin to pay you back.”

Nodding Jake watched a few minutes then was suddenly opening his eyes. Groaning he heard Akeesha’s voice, “Finally praise the great Jinn he’s awake!”

Sitting up he saw all his Jinns worried faces. Then he groaned when he saw that both Mary and her father were looking at each other suspiciously. Another groan beside him as Inger sat up. Whispering she said, “It is done Master Jake, though I am still unsure.”

Jake was suddenly forgotten as Mary and Akeesha rushed to hold and kiss Inger. Both of them were looking her over making sure that she was whole. Laughing Inger said, “I am fine, though mistress?” She said directly to Mary reaching up to touch Mary’s crotch. “I do believe I haven’t finished your loving,” causing Mary and Akeesha to smile at each other.

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A Drow’s Dilemma Ep. 56: Planning

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Author’s Note:

A Drow’s Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, ‘reverse’ rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main goal of the story, however, is to tell an epic tale of adventures, gods and goddesses, fae, and nymphomaniacs. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future. All characters that engage in sexual or suggestive situations are mentally and sexually mature: the human equivalent of 18 for their race.

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Episode 56: Planning

Despite being insulted by the now absent nymph’s assertion that she needed Caleldir and Ashyr after that emotionally charged sexual encounter she had just witnessed, the mage did not try to snatch her hand back when Ashyr reached out and grabbed it. The older pulled the younger over to the part of the bed filled by Ashyr and Caleldir. Their lips met over Caleldir in a quick, surprisingly tender kiss. Selene settled into a reclined position after their lips parted, her body casually pressed against Caleldir’s. Ashyr shifted into a very similar position on the male’s other side.

“So… that turned out a little… differently from what I expected.” Ashyr observed with a slight smile. Her focus shifted equally between her two lovers, for both had emotional reactions that they may have wanted to talk about.

“Yes.” Selene agreed softly. Her gaze was towards the middle-distance, unfocused. “What even was that… I’ve… I’ve never seen something so intense.” The younger drow’s voice was very soft when she said this – almost out of the range of hearing for both the people in the room.

“I am not sure what to think about what just happened.” He said at last. He sighed, then gave Ashyr his trademark lopsided smile. “I think that if any other women want to tag along with our group, we should fervently deny them. Four ladies is quite enough for me.”

“Bah, what if I’m not done adding to my harem?” Ashyr retorted playfully.

“If you want to keep adding to your harem, that is fine, I suppose.” He said with resignation. “But women in your harem tend to becomes women in my ‘harem’, after a fashion, and I really do not have the emotional or physical stamina to keep up with more than the two of you, let alone five or more.” He went pale even thinking about that, although the heat across his body showed that at least part of him was thinking about the possibilities in a positive manner. His emotional stamina was likely the weak link here, as it was becoming increasingly obvious that his physical stamina lasted exactly as long as he wanted it to.

“I am not in anybody’s harem.” She grumbled irritably.

“No. No you’re not, dearest.” The older drow responded, but she had a feeling that that was not what bothered Selene. The mage had to know that the two of them were joking (mostly.) “Both of you are too important to me to even remotely be considered ‘harem’ status.”

That seemed to calm the mage a little – or at least, Caleldir felt her tensed muscles relax. She still had a grumpy look on her face. He gave the elegant woman a fond squeeze. “Harem is really the wrong word for me. I am more of a multi-user sex slave than a harem master. And you are my primary owner, in the sense that you were first.” His tone was joking, and his words probably not to be taken seriously. Probably.

Selene grunted at Caleldir’s reassurance. Ashyr chuckled for a moment. “Yeah, I guess we have sort of been treating you like that. I’d apologize, but I know you like it. And I’m not at all sorry.”

“I will never admit that I like it.” Caleldir said airily. “But I accept your apology all the same.” The fact that she had not apologized did not enter into it, as he was of course just being difficult. For a certain value of ‘difficult’.

She shot the male a knowing smirk. “You can certainly keep up with us physically – you can’t fool me; I bet we could double the females here, and you’d still keep up. You’re just going to have to stop falling in love with all of them. I’m certainly not in love with everyone I’ve fucked regularly.”

The look on his face was almost comical. It was something between excited lust, stricken worry, and puritanical scandalization. “I do not know how to properly respond to that.” He muttered. It was not as if he was in love with every woman he had had sex with. Althaia was more of a friend, and Naliira, Carlotta, and the other four nymphs were all just acquaintances. But he had great difficulty separating sex from love. He was not even sure that that was something at all desirable.

Ashyr curled up against Caleldir. Their legs tangled together automatically. Selene likewise settled into the three-way cuddle, but not before using mage hands to float kadıköy escort over one of the remaining bowls of food. She set it within reach of herself and the other two and began absently snacking. Caleldir was half inclined to eat, but the other half was more inclined to keep his arms around the two drow. Fortunately, Selene had a Mage Hand spell, he had near-unlimited telekinesis. But eating while lying down and floating food into his mouth made him feel like a complete slacker, so he sat up against some pillows propped up against the headboard, and used his right hand to begin eating. That happened to be the one around Ashyr, much to his regret. Then again, it would have been an equal amount of regret to let go of Selene, so…

She didn’t seem to mind so much that Caleldir had to remove his arm to eat. Ashyr joined him in a partially upright position and began more than just absently eating. All that sex was hungry work, even though she hadn’t participated as much as she usually would have. She caught Selene shift deeper into the bed as if the younger drow was uncomfortable. “Got something to say, dearest?” Ashyr asked.

“I am not your ‘primary owner.'” Selene protested. “As Matron, Ashyr is.”

“Tell you what: we can have equal shares in ownership.” The older drow responded when the same amount of amusement she held for the conversation so far. She gave the man in question an affectionate rub on the shoulder closest to her. “He can be like your sire, Sornamal. That is, unless you don’t want to be the Duskhaven Consort, love.” Her gaze, which had been trained on Selene to gauge her reaction to this, finally moved to Caleldir. She didn’t much like talking about him like he was some object to be owned – which, of course, was ridiculous, because that was how she often treated him anyway. Ashyr blamed her upbringing.

“It was different with my sire.” Selene claimed with her usual haughty expression. “That was political. We needed the Lltkahril line to get the other major houses to recognize us as a legitimate house. The city was not enough. No one will see a pale half-nymph the same way. I may have come to terms with the fact that I carry his offspring, but I didn’t have much choice.”

“Come to Terms…” Ashyr repeated in a mocking voice. “You’ve more than ‘come to terms’ with it. Or did you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him sometimes?”

“That is not the point!” Selene said quickly as she pulled away from Caleldir to better face her cousin.

Caleldir was rather quiet as he listened to them talking about sires and consorts. There was an increasing suspicion in his head was that Selene was becoming something of a Tsundere: that was, she pretended to have less feelings for him than she did. Ashyr knew her far better than he did, but if the cousins were going to force each other to confront their feelings, he felt awkward being here. Especially if said feelings involved him.

“I understand what Selene meant, Ashyr.” Caleldir said gently. “But she does not need to worry. Althaia gave me that Ring of Race earlier today.” He closed his eyes, concentrating, before shrinking down a foot of height and a proportional amount body-mass. His skin and hair each became photo negatives of themselves: turning from white to black and black to white. He opened his eyes again, and they were a fiery orange-red. Even as a drow, though, his nymphen good looks shown through. He smiled brilliantly, his snowy white teeth flashy against his charcoal skin. “See? No one has to come to terms with anything!” He looked at the two drow. “Wow, the two of you are… rather big, all of a sudden. I think that Selene is actually a bit taller than me.” He put his hand to his forehead. “This is going to take some getting used to.” He seemed to sway a bit.

Selene studied his race-changed appearance. Then she sighed, and tension she did not realize she was carrying eased slightly from her mind and body. “I had forgotten about that ring.” The mage admitted.

“Magic artifacts cure a lot of ills.” Caleldir said sagely.

“But even then, he may be a good choice for us genetically, but socially, he’s no one.” Selene observed.” We cannot publicly declare him like our mothers had with my sire. We need to find another son of another house if we decide to do that at all.”

“I don’t want some other lame-ass noble’s son.” Ashyr declared. She slipped onto his lap, now finding that she had to look down at him slightly when she did this. He was probably around the same height as her. Not even Tsabdrin was that short. A smirk pulled at the edges of her lips as all sorts of naughty ideas ran through her head. “And face it Selene, neither do you. You already have the social benefit or whatever the fuck it is from your Lltkahril blood.” As she said this, Ashyr’s hand ran across Caleldir’s dark face and through his white hair as if the visual proof of his change had not been enough. Any excuse to florya escort touch him, really.

“Noble lineages do not spring out of thin air. Ultimately, they form because they are strong, and stay as long as they keep that strength. Which means, if you want a ‘sire’ who is someone you can publicly declare, then all I have to do is become that sort of person. Or, at very least, messily murder anyone who says that I am not. That is the drow way, is it not?” By his tone, he might actually have been serious.

“You probably don’t have to do anything!” Ashyr exclaimed. “As soon as they see the daughters he can sire, even our society will be impressed. Haven’t we been over this before?”

The younger drow made a noise of agreement, mullified for now, but in need of some serious thought. Selene shifted back into more or less the position she had been in before, cuddled up as close to Caleldir as he could.

“Wait, you are not suggesting that I be the focal point of another Duskhaven breeding program, are you? Because I would not be down for that.”

“Yes and no.” Selene answered. “A publicly declared Consort is, as far as I’ve seen and read, the closest thing the drow get to arranged marriages. It’s more a marriage to the house than to an individual: not nearly as exclusive, and not necessarily permanent (but usually lasts until the Matron or Consort dies.) If a female of the house wants to breed, they would generally prefer to use the Consort as long as he’s not directly related to her. It’s up to the Matron’s preference; she can deny breeding rights to anyone. The Consort also typically controls the affairs of any males and children of the House and sometimes even the lesser workings of the properties the House owns to lighten the load of his Matron.”

“That makes sense.” He mused in reply to Selene. “Since there are only two female members of House Duskhaven, both of whom I am sleeping with all the time anyway, I have no objections to such a plan.” Basically, as far as he understood it, if he were made House Consort, he would be the de-facto spouse of both Ashyr and Selene, formalizing their current relationship. He would also be a sort of steward or overseer, working for Ashyr in administration. Well, he had already planned on doing that. He was not completely sold on the idea of playing second fiddle, but as long as Ashyr did not treat him as a lesser, he did not mind his formal position being in theory lower than hers. He preferred reality over symbolism, after all.

“So like I said, the situation is similar to what I’ve read in books about monarchical society. With the gender roles reversed, of course. Its purpose is both genetic and political. But I have a feeling that Ashyr’s motivations are emotional as well.” Selene shot a glare at the woman in question. “It makes all of us vulnerable, Ashyr.”

“If you are worrying about people harming me, remember that I am, effectively, completely immortal.” Caleldir noted. “Goelon can be killed, but it would take a near-divine level force to do so, so unless Aralolth is the one targeting House Duskhaven, I am the last person you should worry about protecting. That said, if it is kidnapping that you are worried about…” he grimaced. “I suppose I have a tendency to get myself captured by things a lot, which would royally inconvenience everyone, I am sure.” Plus, he had heard bad things about drow torture techniques. He had cracked pretty fast under the efforts of the Port Afron interrogator, and that guy had been small potatoes compared to the reputation of the dark elves.

The ranger’s face grew serious. “If we declare him, there will be less chance of petty acts against him by another House. Harming a Matron’s favorite male is merely obnoxious. Harming a House’s Consort, however, is an act of war between Houses.”

“So, as I said, all I need to do is become someone powerful enough that the other drow houses will respect me. Do not drow respect the sufficiently strong, even if they be from unknown origin?” He shrugged. “Then again, maybe they would just think that a lowly male is getting above his station.” He thought for a moment, then an idea popped into his head. “Alternately, I can resurrect a vanished noble house, and claim to be the last scion of that house. Deusterra was allied with drow city by the name of Blackdawn underneath my home country for one and a half centuries before I was even born, but though the city was effectively part of Deusterra, they never formally severed ties with the drow capital, nor openly foreswore Aralolth despite being secret Ellistraeans. The Blackdawn family were planning to declare their true allegiances and turn on the other drow once The Incomplete was, well, completed, but you already know who that turned out.” He paused for a few seconds. “It may be a long shot, but what do you think the results of me claiming to be from the Blackdawn family would be? It would not be a lie, as I escort mecidiyeköy was given honorary membership in the House due to my having mentored their heir: Lady Nirza Blackdawn.”

“Blackdawn?” Selene responded thoughtfully. “I have read a little about them in the histories. Mostly that they were more closely related to another part of the world than the Capital, and then contact with them and the rest of the Underdark was split after the undead invasion that the Grandmatron fought back, which ended a particularly catastrophic cave-in. We never managed to retrieve anything about them – which was a shame, since despite their growing disconnect with the rest of our society, they were generally accepted to be well-bred and respectable. Any noble who paid attention to their lessons would have similar information and likely not much else. The histories had no idea they were on the cusp of betrayal. If we introduce the concept correctly, they might accept that farce. The name would never be as prestigious as Lltkahril, of course, but… it would gain us a little respect. We could have done much worse.” Selene explained.

“Honestly, although I knew the Blackdawns I did not know anything about how the other drow viewed them. I guess the main hurdle we would have in establishing my identity as one of them would be the fact that, as far as I am aware, they vanished at the same time as the rest of country. That is, twelve hundred years ago.” He pursed his lips, as he often did when thinking. “Perhaps I could go with a variation of my own history: something about ghosts or sealing or something.” He shrugged. “If we can find some excuse as to how I am a member of a house that has been extinct for more than a thousand years, I could do my part.” He smiled broadly, and switched to fluent, very archaic, Undercommon. “I think that I could do a good job of convincing people I am from the past, right?”

“I think you could pass. And naming you official Consort would protect you from being interfered with by lesser Houses. But then there are a couple of greater Houses that Ashyr has already pissed off. Specifically by ‘interfering’ with their Consorts. They could still hold those grudges and retaliate similarly.” Selene let out a sigh of resignation. “But, overall, there would be less to threaten you. And those that would, would probably do so anyway whatever title we give you.”

A grin spread across Ashyr’s face at her cousin’s mention of her interference with other Houses’ Consorts. “Hey, those males weren’t forced to do anything they didn’t want to. It was their Houses’ fault for not keeping them happy enough to keep them loyal.”

“And I have told you a dozen times that the Matrons don’t see it that way.” Her exasperation was hard to miss. It was clearly a very, very old argument.

This did not stop Ashyr’s mischievous grin. If anything, it made it wider. Her hips rolled a couple times against Caleldir’s now dark skin. Her body was already beginning to have its usual effects on him. For one thing, it was now apparent that he had left one part its regular size… Unsurprisingly, she was still thinking about the sexual possibilities of Althaia’s – now Caleldir’s – ring despite the serious conversation that persisted. Quite frankly, she was surprised that the nymph never saw fit to use it – no, no, it made sense if she gave it even a little thought. When one was a sexy nymph with literal blinding beauty, why would one choose to be anything else?

Selene’s information about how Ashyr had interfered with the consorts of other Houses caused Caleldir to blush a bit. His blushing was far less visible with deep charcoal skin than it had been with his pale marble features. “It seems as if you have led quite a life, Ashyr.” He said diplomatically. He was worried a bit about what Selene meant by ‘retaliate in a similar way’. The image he had in his head was an army of Ashyr’s from other houses trying to subvert his loyalties through seduction, which was mostly disconcerting.

“Well, I am almost two hundred years old. I was actually conscious for most of it, and sexually active in the Underdark for at least half that time.” Ashyr responded with a grin. “One gets around.” By the look on her face, one would assume she was proud of herself. And she was.

“Two hundred, eh? I am both considerably more and considerably less than that. So I am not sure whether or not I qualify as your elder.” Caleldir mused.

“Of course, you are the conquest I’m most proud of.” She informed him with a lopsided grin. Then she pressed an affectionate kiss against against his lips.

He smiled. “I am flattered. I am glad you ‘conquered’ me.” He thought for a moment. “Although, I suppose that, unless you have known a lot of half-nymph half-titan ghost kings, I am almost certainly one of your most unique conquests.” He returned her kiss with one to her cheek, though Ashyr was unsatisfied enough with that that she kissed him on the lips again, this time with a bit more passion.

“Dearest, don’t you think we’ve had enough sex for today?” Protested Selene. She had a feeling that she knew where this was going – that is, if she didn’t manage to stop it. “Besides, we’re trying to figure out this ‘Blackdawn’ thing. You’re distracting all of us.”

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A Demon’s Child Ch. 10

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Saban

“You’re sure it’s the demon lord you’ve found?” asked Anita.

Evona’s image in the mirror nodded. “He’s got several other demons with him.”

“You’re probably right, then,” I agreed. “Demons generally only spend time in groups when there is a lord to keep them from killing each other.” I thought of my own subjects, and for the first time in a while, I wondered how they were doing. Odds were they hadn’t been killed by outsiders. I had a reputation for brutal retribution against those who dared to harm what was mine, so most demons would recognize my mark and leave my subjects alone. Starvation was a definite possibility, though, if they didn’t maintain the mushroom farms properly, as was internal conflict.

I did worry about them sometimes, especially the weak ones, like Runt. I also worried about Estries, newly sent to the demon realm. However, going home to check on them would mean leaving Anita, and she had no way to summon me back. If she tried, odds were good she’d get another demon instead.

I focused back on the conversation at hand. Evona was speaking. “…and then we can send Saban to-“

I blinked. “What?”

Anita sighed. “Pay attention. Evona was laying out the plan for the ambush. We’ll need to completely circle the hollow, or we’ll risk some getting away.”

“Can’t Saban just control them all?” asked the blond wizard who’d helped last night. I’d forgotten his name.

I gave him a look. “Controlling other demon lords is hard. I wouldn’t be able to do it at all if this one wasn’t so much weaker than me. Taking control of him will require several seconds of concentration. During that time, the other demons will likely scatter.”

“Won’t he order the others to attack you?” asked the other wizard from last night. His name started with an L, I recalled. Lino? Litrin? Licey?

I snorted. “I’m sure he’ll do that at first, but as soon as I start to get into his head, his control over them will break. Then they’ll scatter. Actually, he’ll try to run, too. I’ll need to have him pinned so I can concentrate without him getting away.”

Evona nodded. “So, first we encircle the hollow, ideally without alerting the demons to our presence. Then, Saban goes in.”

I chuckled. “All the flying I’ve been doing lately has given me an idea. What if I drop in from above?”

Evona shrugged. “If you think that’s a good idea. Once Saban and the other demon lord are fighting, as he says, the other demons will scatter. We’ll catch or banish them as they pass the circle.”

I blinked. “We?”

Evona sighed. “Frankly, I’ve gotten a bit bored sitting in Rowan Castle coordinating things. Master Wizard Theno will take over for me, and I’ll be joining the hunt.” She smiled, a sudden feral look in her eyes. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve gone up against a demon.” She looked at each of us in turn. “You each understand your parts?”

The wizards nodded. I rolled my eyes. “Of course.”

Evona nodded decisively. “Good.” And with that, she cut the connection.

It didn’t take Anita long to pack. After all, she’d only brought her overnight bag. Saying goodbye to the family took longer.

Anita’s mother held her close. “It has been so good to see you. You don’t come home enough.”

Anita hugged her back. “I come home whenever I can. I’ve just been busy lately.”

To my shock, I got a hug from Ian, or, rather, my leg did. A second later, Clara and Bell wrapped their arms around my waist.

“You’re going to come back, right?” Ian asked.

I awkwardly patted his head. “Next time Anita’s here, I’ll be with her.”

I caught an odd look in Anita’s eyes. Before I could ask her if she was alright, she smiled, and then bent down to grab Ian. “You be good, squirt,” she told him, giving him a quick squeeze.

Clara and Bell got hugs of their own, and then it was time to go. I walked into the stable in my human form, and trotted back out as a horse. Anita mounted, and we were off.

*

Anita

Several hours after I said goodbye to my family, the ambush was set. I held Saban close. “Be careful, ok?” I asked him.

Saban snorted. “I’ll be fine. You’re the one who needs to be careful. If you break something, it takes longer than a few seconds to heal.”

I nodded. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

I stepped back and watched Saban go off into the underbrush. A few seconds later, a falcon took off, circled me once, and flew away. I watched Saban as he flew off, until his bird form was just another tiny dot in the sky. Only then, with a sigh, did I look away.

*

Saban

I’d circled as low over escort fındıkzade the hollow as I could without giving myself away. Evona was right; it was the demon lord and his minions. If falcons could grin, I would have. Now came the fun part. I absorbed my falcon wings, and began to plummet.

I shifted rapidly into my natural form as the ground approached. A hundred feet up. Feathers gone. Ninety. Tentacles popped out. At eighty feet, I began to grow. Seventy feet, and my beak and claws were gone. Sixty feet, I was human sized. Fifty, the size of a horse. Forty. The size of an elephant. Thirty. Twenty. Ten- Nine- Eight- Seven- Six- Five- Four- Three- Two- One-

Impact. The ground trembled beneath me. I was in my battle form, covered in spikes and claws. I was also the size of a small house. I stretched, relishing the feeling of being my normal size. Then I roared.

The demons in the hollow were all in their true forms. Just as I had hoped, the shock of my entry had stunned them. It hadn’t occurred to any of them to run. Not yet. I could feel their terror. My many toothed mouth curled into smiles.

As my barbed tentacles snapped out to grip the young lord, the other demons turned tail and ran. -Come back!- bellowed the young lord in mind speech, but he could not command them. I was already in his head.

As the other demon thrashed and squirmed and wailed, rapidly shifting in an attempt to escape my grip. Swiftly, I wormed my way past his defenses, avoiding some and shattering others. I was not gentle. Both physical and psychic pain made the demon scream in agony.

And them it was over. The other demon lord lay beside me, unable to do much more than whimper. I wondered how Anita was doing.

*

Anita

The ground beneath me shook, ever so slightly. I heard a distant roar. Saban.

Master Evona nodded. “That’s the signal. Move out!”

I heard her signal being repeated to both sides of us as the rest of the circle was told. Then, Master Evona kicked her horse into a trot. I followed.

A trot was the fastest thing a horse could manage in this mangle of undergrowth, so we trotted. I could see the wizards to either side of us getting closer as the circle tightened. I wondered if any of the running demons would come in this direction.

And then I was no longer wondering. A squealing blue thing came racing to us through the undergrowth, headless of both the thorns and the uncertain footing.

Master Evona snapped her fingers, and the demon was engulfed in a bright light which lifted it off of the ground. Then Mistress Evona chanted the banishing incantation, and it was gone. She yawned. “I seem to remember demons being tougher to deal with.”

I shrugged. “That one looked pretty weak.”

Most of the wizards halted once the circle was tight enough, but Master Evona and I continued to the clearing. Saban stood there, lounging against a large sapling. He nodded to me, expression smug. “I got him.” Beside him, a large, booger green mound moaned softly.

“Fascinating,” Master Evona murmured. “Can you hold him for a bit longer? I’d like to run some tests.”

Saban nodded. “I can hold him for as long as I like.” He poked the other demon lord. “Need him to do anything?

*

Saban

Evona took her time studying the demon I’d caught. By the time she finished, the sky was being to darken. Some of the wizards, Master Evona included, headed for Rowan, intending to ride through the night. Others camped out here. Anita made sure our campsite was well away from the rest.

“So, mistress,” I purred at Anita, already knowing the answer to my question. “I’ve been a very, very good boy. Do I get to feed?”

Anita smiled at me. There was an odd look in her eyes. Before I could say anything, or even figure out what to say, her smile widened, and the look was gone. “Tonight,” she said, “You get to do anything you want to me.”

I grinned ferally. “Anything.”

Anita nodded. The odd look was back, but I didn’t care. “Anything.” She pulled out a small bag. “I even brought some toys.”

The toys in question consisted of rope and cloth for a gag. I grinned. “Strip,” I ordered Anita.

“Yes, sir!” Anita said, grinning.

I watched as she removed her clothing. “More slowly,” I told her. “And try to imagine what I’m about to do to you.” I fished some tent stakes from one of the bags.

Anita frowned. “What are those for?”

I chuckled. “You’ll see. You’ll see.”

Anita’s underwear fell to the forest floor. “Ok, now wha- mphh!”

I grabbed Anita, stuffing escort maslak her mouth with a tentacle. Her hands I swiftly bound behind her back. Then I shoved her to the ground.

She was fighting, but only, I knew, for my amusement. Her only emotions were happy anticipation. But even if she fought for real, I knew, at this point she could do nothing to stop me. She was mine.

With Anita pinned gently to the ground, I bound her ankles to the tent stakes, which I then shoved deep into the earth. Another rope when around her chest, threading beneath her bound arms. I staked that rope to the ground on either side. Then I released her. “Try to get loose.”

She squirmed. “You know I can’t,” she told me. “I can’t even close my legs. I am completely, and utterly, at your mercy.”

I grinned. “That you are, dear one.” I looked her up and down, committing the sight to memory. A single tentacle toyed with one of her nipples. “Maybe I should just leave you here for a bit. Go have a chat with your fellow wizards, or something.”

She snorted. “What would be the fun in that?”

I smiled. “You’re not the only one who brought toys.” Out of my pocket, I pulled a small harness and a vibration stone. “Recognize this? You were drooling over it at that shop, but you didn’t get it. So I did.” I tapped the rune to activate it. The stone began to buzz. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

Anita blinked, surprised. “I thought you didn’t like vibration stones.”

I grinned. “I don’t like it when you use them without me. Me using them on you is an entirely different story.” Without another word, I knelt, and fixed the harness into place.

Anita squirmed. “Saban-“

I swiftly gagged her with the cloth. “I think what I’m going to do is set this stone to tease, and then go do something else. When I come back,” I said with an evil grin, “You’ll be all ready for me!”

“Mmph!” protested Anita.

“Anything I want,” I reminded her.

*

Anita

Normally, I’d be thrilled that Saban was spending time socializing without me making him. Right now…

I squirmed, trying desperately, hopelessly, to work my clit free of the vibration. “Mmph!” There was a crashing in the bushes nearby. I froze. A bear, or even a squirrel, would be unable to get through the wards. Another wizard, however… And even if it was just some local woodsman, he would still be able to see me! I stifled a whimper and froze.

The crashing moved away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I yelped into my gag as the vibration stone, tuned to my emotions, decided I wasn’t paying enough attention to it and turned up the vibration.

I squirmed, whimpering, and my arousal grew, and then- And then the damned stone just turned off. It was set to tease, I remembered. No matter how long Saban left me here, it would never, ever, let me cum. I moaned in helpless frustration.

Saban, I knew, could feel it when I felt strongly about something. I’d had some luck lately keeping certain emotions from him, but there was no way I could block his sense of my growing lust. He could feel me, lying here, struggling, almost but not quite cumming. He was probably getting quite a kick out of it. Demons, I remembered, tended toward the sadistic. Apparently even when they were in love.

I neared climax once more. I began to try to rub myself against the stone. Stupid, the harness kept it firmly in place, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to cum! Oh… The vibration stopped.

Several minutes later, it started up again. I moaned. How long was Saban going to leave me like this?

*

Saban

I felt Anita nearing climax a sixth time, and said my goodbyes. I’d startled most of them by appearing without Anita, and made more than a few of them nervous. As I headed back into the darkness, I chuckled. Scaring wizards was kind of fun. Maybe I should do this more often…

Anita’s desperation grew as the stone wound down again. I heard her whimper. Stopping just outside the circle of light left by the glowstone, I watched her for a moment. Her power was flaring out from her in wild, lustful spikes. Delicious. I got rid of my clothing.

I stepped into the light, smiling wickedly. “Miss me?”

“Mmph!” Anita pleaded.

I shook my head. “Not yet. I feel like testing my self control.” After all, the longer I waited, the better her power would taste.

I paced around Anita, looking down at her, as she squirmed and whimpered. Mine… I felt a tentacle reaching for her, and stopped it. I wanted to watch her squirm a bit more.

And squirm escort topkapı she did as she almost, but not quite, came to climax. I laughed. “You look a bit frustrated, my dear.” I savored the power I held over her. I could leave her like this all night, and she couldn’t do a thing about it. My grin widened.

Anita glared at me.

The next time I felt her approaching climax, I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached out with a tentacle, ramming it into her juicy pussy. Anita jerked in surprise. Then she jerked again as she began to cum.

I stood over her, watching, as she came and came. I siphoned power up the tentacle in her pussy, and spasmed briefly as the taste of it hit me. Normally, we’d have worked up to this point together, with me taking small sips of her power as she came closer to her peak. I hadn’t realized it, but the small sips had been acclimating me to the overwhelming flavor of arousal and lust. This time, I’d taken a straight hit of climax without any preparation. I sank to my knees. Gods…

By the time Anita’s climax ended, I was a bit dizzy. “We need to do that again sometime,” I told Anita, ungagging her.

She gave me a startled look. “You sound stoned.”

I laughed. “Maybe I am!” Tentacles reached out to undo the ropes as I stood. “Your power… If I take it that strong, without preparation…” I shivered.

Anita laughed. “So, what ne- Oof!”

The oof was me lifting her up and sliding her down onto my cock. I began to work her up and down mercilessly, one hand under each butt cheek and a tentacle on her clit. Another tentacle looped around her waist, and two more began to play with her nipples.

Anita laughed nervously. “Saban, I think I’ve ha- mmph!” Once again, I cut her off with a tentacle in her mouth.

“You haven’t had enough until I say you’ve had enough,” I purred in her ear. “So stow the complaints, and just focus on cumming.”

Anita nodded, eyelids fluttering, “Mmmmmmmm…”

And cum she did. I felt her pussy tighten on my cock. If she was another demon, that might have made me cum. As it was, it was just another sensation almost lost in the flow of power. Delicious, delicious power… I sighed in satisfaction as, just after exiting her previous orgasm, she entered the next.

*

Anita

We fucked almost until dawn. I was pretty sure Saban stopped taking my power after about 3 am or so, but he still kept going until I was almost too tired to keep my eyes open. I didn’t go to sleep, however. Fishing some magic inks out of my bag, I painted a rune on my palm.

Saban leaned over to watch. “What are you-” He started as I whipped my hand around, planting the rune on his forehead. “Anita-“

“Sleep,” I told him, and he slept. With a sigh, I slid into my bedroll beside him. I needed to recover power before what came next.

“It has to be done,” I murmured to myself. I tried to savor the feeling of Saban’s warm body against mine. After all, it would be the last time. I planned… I planned to banish him.

Saban was immortal. I was not. Eventually, I would die, and he would be left to mourn for the rest of eternity. The only way to avoid that- The only way- Was to banish him. Banish him, before grew any more attached. Banish him in such a way that he would hate me. I winced. It was the best thing for him, but still felt like betrayal. Heart aching, I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

*

Saban

I awoke in the center of a pentagram. I traced the lines of blood on the stone with a finger. What had happened? Had we been captured again? Where was Anita? Was she ok?

Anita was fine, I realized as I stood up. Anita was the one who cast the pentagram. I blinked at her. “What’s going on?”

Anita tossed her hair, eyes hard. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m getting rid of you.”

I stared at her, shocked. “Why?”

Her eyes hardened further. “I don’t love you. I never will. Eventually, I’ll fall for a human man, and then what?” Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t share well.”

I pounded frantically against the pentagram walls. “We’ll work it out! Don’t do this!” I slammed my shoulder into the pentagram hard enough to break bones. It had no effect.

Anita began the chant.

I slammed my entire body into the pentagram. “Anita! Please!”

The chant continued.

“I’m begging you!” I pleaded as I pummeled the barrier with tentacles. “Anita!”

Anita stopped. Looked me in the eyes.

“Goodbye,” she said, emotionless, and I felt myself being pushed away. My eyes locked with hers. “You’ll pay for this,” I promised my hold on this reality broke. Oh, yes, she would pay.

*

Anita

As Saban vanished, my self control snapped and I burst into tears. Sinking down on a rock, I reminded myself, “It had to be done. It- it had to be done.”

Saban was gone now. He was gone, I thought as I sobbed, and I would never get him back.

To be continued in A Demon Scorned…

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A Dragon’s Tale Ch. 12

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CHAPTER 12: “All warfare is based on deception.” — Sun Tzu

* * *

It took most of Kendra’s willpower not to tap her foot on the floor or get up and start pacing. She’d been waiting for two whole hours. Falkaan had drilled it into her head for years that you should never let personal ticks in speech or body language give away what you were thinking or feeling. He was right of course, but sometimes she wished she could just be herself and not worry about allowing her mood to show.

Alas, that wasn’t possible for someone in her line of work.

She’d already memorized the entire waiting room to the Magistrate’s office; every stone, every ludicrously expensive painting, and every ostentatious gold-plated bauble. She idly wondered how the commoners would react if they knew he possessed such wealth.

“Supreme Magistrate Haglath will see you now.” A clerk announced, and opened the door leading to his office.

Kendra walked through it as if she was perfectly calm, while hiding the impulse to throw something. That beast might’ve escaped her last night, but fortunately there was more than one way to skin a dragon.

The Supreme Magistrate’s office was even more ostentatious than the waiting room. She resisted the urge to curl her lip in disgust at the obscene display because since she knew exactly how immoral cowards like him obtained great wealth.

The man himself looked like he had been born with a frown on his face. The age lines around his mouth told of a thousand displeased expression that had been etched into his face through countless repetition. His hair was gray and his eyes were cold, ruthless, and calculating.

Right now though, displeasure was a mild way of describing his expression. He looked ready to rip a suit of armor apart with his bare hands. He was pacing so aggressively that Kendra might’ve felt sorry for the floor, if it wasn’t covered in a rug that probably cost more than most people make in their lifetime.

“What do you want?” he snarled without preamble.

“To tell you who really killed your son.”

The Magistrate stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes at her. He made a thoughtful noise low in his throat and steepled his hands together before indicating an ornate chair for her to sit in. She sat down and he followed suit, sitting in a massive chair that resembled a throne behind a large and ornate desk.

“I’m listening.” He said.

Kendra told him about the events of the previous night, the ‘man’ flying out from his son’s bedroom, how she had wounded and tracked him, and where he was now. He listened without interruption and only spoke when she’d finished.

“You’re a member — or former member — of the emperor’s personal guard.” He said.

It wasn’t a question.

Kendra suppressed a smile and a chuckle. Everyone always — and incorrectly — assumed that she’d learned her skills from those incompetent bozos, not that he needed to know the truth. It was always easier to let stupid men on a power trip assume they had figured things out themselves. It was even better to feed an idiot’s ego to make him more pliable.

“You’re quite perceptive.”

“What’s the Emperor’s interest in this?”

“None, I operate autonomously and without oversight.” Kendra replied. “I’m in the problem solving business Magistrate.”

“Oh?”

“Perhaps I should say I’m more of a problem eliminator.” she let that hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “You have a dragon problem, I have a solution.”

“It’s easy enough to get him for my son’s murder.”

“Ah, but there’s no evidence, and obviously an agent of the emperor can’t go on record to testify. I have a better solution.”

Haglath scoffed. “So do I; a few coins in the right hands will make the beast disappear. Permanently.”

“Ah, but then you wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing it personally.”

“I’m listening.”

“What if I could get that beast to die in front of you with the full cooperation and power of the law, plus the popular support of the people?” Kendra let a subtle, wicked smile creep onto her face. Not too much, but enough that a clever man would notice.

On second thought, she made her smile a little less subtle. “How would you like to see that dragon ripped limp from limb before your own eyes?”

Haglath smiled wickedly.

She let her smile reach her eyes; that damn dragon was as good as dead.

* * *

Ethan awoke to discovered someone had painted the entire world purple. Wait, no that wasn’t right. He shook his head and as his sleep-addled brain began functioning properly, he realized he was on the Astral Plane again. He sat up, which felt weird because his physical body remained where it was.

Alana was asleep on the bed next to his body, having finally moved enough that his cock had slipped out of her. The pure, unadulterated joy on her face when she’d told him she was pregnant was just…

There were no words.

Personally, he didn’t know what to think. He had always escort çapa loved children and wanted to jump for joy, but he was also on the run from one of the most powerful and ruthless men in the land. He touched Alana’s shoulder with his purple-hued hand and it passed right through her. She seemed to enjoy the touch though, because she snuggled closer to him in her sleep.

“She’ll be alright you know.” A gentle voice said from behind him.

He whipped around to see a woman sitting on one of the stone benches that had been cut into the wall. Unlike literally everything else, she wasn’t hued in purple. She was wearing clothes of the purest white. Her clothes and skin seemed to shine like the sun, but with the warmth of a flickering candle. She had the beautiful face of a young woman untouched by age, but the eyes and presence of someone ancient and full of wisdom.

Her heart-shaped face was the picture of perfect femininity and was beautifully framed by her long hair which was probably blonde, but that might’ve just been the light. She had a soft smile on her face that went a long way toward allaying his suspicion.

“Who are you?” he crouched low in a defensive stance. You know, just in case; he wasn’t taking chances with his wife and child there.

“Don’t be afraid; I would never harm you or your lovely wives.”

“Wives?”

The bright woman nodded. “Haven’t you married three women so far?”

“Only two, and one of them… she didn’t make it.”

“Ethan, that wasn’t your fault.” The bright woman looked directly into his eyes for a moment, and he felt something inside of him shift slightly. Suddenly, he didn’tfeel like her death was his fault anymore. All of his guilt about it evaporated on the spot. The sadness remained, but the shame and guilt didn’t.

“Who are you?” he wondered aloud.

“My name is Gabriella and I have two messages from my Lord.”

“Oh?”

“The first message from my Lord is: ‘You’re welcome’.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Huh?”

“I was only given the message, not the meaning. As you fell asleep with your beautiful first wife–“

“Wait, Alana isn’t my first wife.”

“No?” She raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you bond to her shortly after arriving on this world?”

“Well yes, but we didn’t get married until last night.”

Gabriella gave him a smile much like a parent would give to a child who was slow to understand something. On anyone else, it would’ve come off as disrespectful and irritating. On her, it didn’t bother him in the slightest for some reason.

“Ethan, is binding your magical essence and very soul to another person less of a commitment than saying vows?”

“Well, I guess not.” He admitted. That was the same argument that Taloni used and he had to admit it was pretty convincing.

“So then, she is your first wife.” Gabriella indicated the sleeping wood elf. “As to my Lord’s message, He said you thanked Him for something as you fell asleep last night. He says ‘You’re welcome’.”

He vaguely remembered giving a silent ‘thank you’ to whoever had brought Alana into his life, but he’d done so silently. He hadn’t spoken it aloud, only thought it.

“Wait, how did he know? And your lord was responsible for that?”

“You’ll have to take it up with Him.” Gabriella replied. “The second message is less of a message and more an instruction, almost a prophecy if you will.”

“Prophecy?” He scoffed. “You expect me to believe you can tell the future?”

Gabriella laughed. It was a kind, pleasant laugh. Ethan was sure she was laughing at him but there was no malice or disrespect in her laugh; it almost made him want to laugh with her.

“I can’t tell the future silly.” She said with a caring smile. “But my Lord can.”

He raised his eyebrow.

She followed suit. “You can accept dragons, magic, and elves but not prophecy?”

“Well, uh, when you put it that way…”

Gabriella held up her hands as if to say “see.”

“Okay, what’s this prophecy?”

“Oh, it’s notquite a prophecy.” She corrected. “I said it was ‘almost a prophecy’. Truth be told, it’s more of an instruction about what my Lord wishes you to dowhen something happens in the future.”

“Okaaaay.” He said, unsure what to make of that.

“One day soon, you will fight a deadly foe and emerge victorious. However, in your victory you will leave a lighting shaped scar over their heart. Don’t let them die. No matter what happens, you must not let this deadly foe die. This person will be one of your greatest allies… after they’ve finished trying to kill you.”

“Seriously?”

“I am merely the messenger, relaying a message from my Lord. If you don’t like the contents, then please take it up with Him.”

“How would I do that?” He asked.

“Just tell Him; He’s always listening.”

Ethan took in her bright appearance amidst a sea of purple, the cryptic pronouncements, the strange prophecies, and vague references to her ‘Lord’. “You’re an escort fatih angel, aren’t you?”

Gabriella smiled. “Your English word ‘angel’ comes from the Greek word ‘angelos’ which means messenger. I certainly am a messenger, so in that sense I might be.” She finished with a wink.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“No, I didn’t.” Gabriella inclined her head to the side again, as if listening to something he couldn’t hear. “It’s time for you to wake Ethan; your lovely wife wishes for your attention.”

He glanced behind him and could see Alana beginning to stir. He turned back to discover Gabriella was right in front of him, in his personal space.

“Enjoy this morning Ethan; there are dark days ahead.” Then she placed her hand on his chest, and gently pushed. She was incredibly strong. He couldn’t even resist her as she pushed him inexorably backwards into his body. He opened his mouth to speak, but was sucked into his body before he could.

* * *

Ethan opened his eyes to see an absolutely gorgeous pair of hazel ones staring back at him. Alana was laying on top of him, running her fingers across his scaled chest, tracing the outline of his well-muscled torso.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said as sleep faded from his mind.

“Good morning yourself.” She stared into his eyes for a moment, then rested her head on his chest and snuggled closer. “This right here; this is perfect.”

“Yeah it is.” He gently stroked her lovely chocolate brown hair. It was soft, silky-smooth, and the most chaotically beautiful case of bed-head he’d ever seen. Yet it didn’t appear to be tangled because his fingers never caught as he ran his hands through it. He was effectively combing her hair with his hands.

“That feels nice.” She sighed.

He let his fingertips trail down until they ran over the smooth skin of her naked back. “Yes it does.”

She leaned up slightly and he noticed the birthmark on her left shoulder again. It was slightly larger than a quarter and a greyish-brown color; almost exactly between the color of her hair and the color of his scales. It also looked like it was covered with miniature dragon scales, though he knew from last night it was as soft as the rest of her skin.

“This is interesting.” He said touching it slightly.

A slight shadow crossed her face and suddenly she looked a little self-conscious.

“I actually like it.” He assured her.

“Really?” She looked hopeful.

“Absolutely.” He nodded, and she seemed to relax again so he continued. “I just meant the appearance is interesting. Did you notice it looks a bit like dragon scales?”

She looked at her shoulder. “Hmm, you’re right. I guess it does. I’m not the only one in my family who has it either, though it’s very rare. I think it’s hereditary, though only the women in my family have ever had it.”

He gave her a playful smile and glanced down at her naked body. “Well, you definitely are a woman.”

She looked up with a wild, sensual, and playful look in her eyes. “Would you like to have me… sir?”

“Always.” He smiled. “But I still don’t understand why you’re calling me ‘sir’ all of a sudden. Not that I’m complaining.”

The wood elf closed her eyes and sighed as his hands traced down lower on her back and onto her butt. She sat up, raising her arms above her head to display her naked body in all its glory.

And it was glorious.

Her breasts were impossibly perky. Though not large, they looked like they ad been chiseled out of marble by a master craftsman. Above that, her hair fell in waves that cascaded down her front and just brushed the tops of her breasts. Her slender neck flowed into a face that had a look of supreme happiness on it.

He was hard almost instantly.

“I call you sir because it seems appropriate.” She said with a sigh. “And also, it turns me on… sir.”

“Oh?”

She nodded and wiggled her body slightly, so that her nether lips were rested along the shaft of his cock. She started to gently rock her hips back and forth, gently stimulating both of them.

“Oh, by Illuminar that feels amazing.” She let her head roll back and moaned, before looking at him. “I’m still me Ethan. I still have my own thoughts and opinions. I’ll still disagree with you occasionally and I’ll speak up if I think something isn’t right.”

She started tracing her fingers over his chest again. “But in here — in bed — I’m yours. I’m completely yours… sir. I swore to follow and obey you when we married, and I meant it. In bed, I’ll do whatever you want, and do it gladly.”

“Whatever?” he asked playfully.

“Whatever.” She replied seriously. “If I didn’t make this clear last night, let me do so this morning. I utterly, completely, and unreservedly give myself to you Ethan. That includes my body, for you to use and for you to enjoy in whatever way you see fit. I trust you completely and know you’d never hurt me. So Ethan, please, feel free to ‘use me’ however you escort nişantaşı want… sir.”

He blinked. “You want that?”

She nodded as she slowly ground her nether lips harder into his cock. “Oh, in the worst way possible.”

Warning bells were going off in the back of Ethan’s mind. This really didn’t sound like Alana at all. Despite that, he could tell through their bond that not only was she perfectly serious, but also what she was saying was making her incredibly horny.

“What happened?” he asked. “You weren’t this… submissive before.”

“We weren’t married before.” She smiled. “Besides, I’m still the same person. I’m still the same girl who gave you a piece of her mind when you ran away.” She glared at him slightly. “And I’d do it again if you ever tried to run away again.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” Her face instantly softened and her eyes became doting again. “But I don’t deny that things have changed. We’re married, and I vowed to follow and obey you.” She got a playful expression on her face. “You wouldn’t want me to lie would you?”

He chuckled. “No, I just want to make sure you’re still you. I kind of like you, you know.” He glanced down at his massive erection which was slowly being covered with her juices as she continued rocking.

“I can tell.” She sighed. “Dear Illuminar in heaven, why did we wait this long?”

“You aren’t kidding.” He growled. “I’m just glad I have you now.”

“You do have me.” She said, then giggled slightly. “I kind of like the idea of you ‘owning’ me.” She added, and a burst of arousal came over their bond.

“Alana, I don’t want–“

“Not like that silly.” She said with a smile. “I just like the idea that I belong to you, and only you. Not like I’m your property or anything, just that you… own me. Rats, that doesn’t make sense at all.”

His cock was aching for attention and he could feel the dragon half of him rising in approval at what she was saying.. “I kind of like that idea too, that no one else gets you but me.”

“I swear, no man will ever come near me.” She said fervently, then her face turned impish. “But if you marry other women…” She rocked her head back and forth as if considering.

His dragon side leapt for joy at her words. “Ride me.” He commanded as his cock reached near diamond level hardness.

“Yes sir.” She said as she nearly jumped up to straddle him. “It will be my pleasure… sir.” There was something both reverent and playful in the way she said ‘sir’. Like it was a private joke just as much as an honorific title.

She reached down and placed his cock at her entrance, which was nearly dripping wet already. Without a moment’s hesitation, she slid down, spearing herself completely on his shaft in a single go. She sighed as she did so, and look of complete bliss crossed her face.

“How can this be so wonderful?” She wondered aloud as her face and their bond revealed she was radiantly, perfectly, and incandescently happy.

He growled in agreement.

“You know.” She said as she began to rock her hips back and forth. “Last night, you put a baby in my womb. I’m carrying your child.”

“I know.” He growled as the thought made him grow even larger. He slid his hands up her flawless sides and began to explore the acres of tantalizing flesh before his eyes.

“In a few months, I’ll start showing.” She said as she kept a slow, steady rhythm. “Then everyone will know that I belong to you.” She moaned again as her words turned her on even more. “They’ll all know I spread my legs for you and let you take me. The proof — your baby — will be there for all the world to see.”

He started gently kneading the flesh of her butt as she talked. He had a lot of self-control, but he wasn’t going to last long with her talking like this. She leaned forward so her hair created a curtain around their faces. He could see her body and face, but nothing else.

“When I’m heavy with child, they’ll all see that you own me, and when your other wives see it, they’ll want the same.”

He got the distinct impression she would never say something like that under ordinary circumstances. But now, with his cock inside her and her on the heights of pleasure, her inhibitions seemed to be down. An image of Taloni and Alana — both quite pregnant — came unbidden to his mind. As he luxuriated in that image, Alana started speeding up. Her hips worked faster to stimulate him as he felt her arousal increase yet again over their bond.

“Just imagine Ethan, just imagine all of your wives naked, pregnant, and lusting after you. Imagine us all in your bedroom, knowing that you’re bred every one of us and we’re all carrying your children.”

She was working him as fast as she possibly could and her arousal at the idea rivaled his.

Knock! Knock!

Ethan growled at the door and whoever had dared to interrupt him.

“One minute.” Alana called is as normal a voice as possible.

“Okay.” Rachel’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Then the wood elf started riding him even more vigorously as she leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Cum inside me; let’s see if we can make it twins.”

He did.

Three of his balls pumped their content into her and she had a mini-orgasm as his seed hit the entrance to her womb.

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{Definition TT equals Thought Talk between Bill and Josh}

Chapter 42

Next day as we walked to school which was about two miles the Doc said the exercise was good for the kids. The roads were clear but the sidewalks weren’t so everybody used the roads. We were into that transition between winter and spring lots of rain and freezing rain.

Brad and Jim came to the lunch room and they had no eyebrows.

Bill asked, “What the fuck did you guys do, you look like queers.”

“It was Joanna Hanson,” they said. “He hates gays, bisexuals and gays. He was in line for the scholarship that we got. He drugged our water bottles and when we passed out he shaved us bald everywhere.”

“Julie said everywhere?”

“Yes Mistress Julie,” they said.

Tt, “Bill said where did that come from?”

Tt, “This came from you, when you ask me for them to obey family. I did and this is their concept of that.”

After school we took Brad and Jim home with us. Everybody got their laughs he even shaved the crack of their ass. Upon closer look it wasn’t shaven the prick Hanson used a laser removal something that would take six weeks before it would even start to grow back.

Josh had Brad suck him even took him to bed and was made to suck him all night long the doc came by and fed Josh with an IV by morning Brad had some eyebrows and hair all over his body. Josh had Brad suck him all day and by school out time he was close enough to normal.

Josh then did the same to Jim and kept Brad home that 3rd day to. While they were out of school Julie and Tanya were bragging to Hansson how funny Brad and Jim looked basically to win his favor. Three days after the incident with Brad and Jim after winning Hanson’s favor invited him to their pool for a private party. They said, “Come to the pool after school. After school when he arrived at the house Tanya invited him into the kitchen and the girls gave him a brandy with a special mix. They drugged him in the kitchen. Then Brad and Jim came in and stripped him. The four of them used the no-no hair removal system on Joanna Hanson. They went one step further the shaved Joanna Hanson hair making him bald then used the Laser hair removal on his head as well

Just as Joanna was coming around he was by the pool and Josh said, “Joanna Hanson, suck my cock.”

Joanna was on Josh’s cock in a flash and Josh said, “From now own girls don’t interest you. But seeing cocks make you hard and you can only cum if you are sucking a cock. You need to cum every day so you must find someone that will let you suck them.”

Josh continued and said, “If they make conditions like they well if you let them fuck you will. From now till school ends this year and you will be in school each day not to learn but to admire the guys and walk around showing your bulge in your pants and you will wear clothing that shows that well.”

“You can masturbate all you want but you can’t cum unless you’re sucking cock.”

“You will obey any one of my family as if it were me and Brad and Jim are part of my family. You can tell no one what happened here today and never can you harm anyone of the family or allow anyone else to do so. Do you understand Joanna?”

Joanna nodded yes and Josh took his cock out of his mouth. “Please Josh let me suck your cock. I am called master in this house or when we are alone.”

“Fuck you I am not calling you master.”

“Then leave my home.”

“But I want to suck your cock.”

“Listen to the fag,” Brad said wiggling his cock Joanna licked his lips

Joanna said, “Brad let me suck your cock please.”

Brad said, “Master told you to leave now go as the guys all waved their dicks.”

Beaten he turned and said, “Master my I stay and suck your cock.”

Josh said, “That’s better go service the others I don’t want that fag mouth on my cock.”

Joanna went to Brad, “May I please suck your cock.”

Brad said, “Yes after I fuck your ass.”

Joanna screamed as he was had a virgin ass, by the end of that evening Hanson never had a virgin anything. His ass was broke in even some of the girls used a strap on while Joanna sucked off the guys.

Jim said, “You can suck me and I will do your ass when Brad is done.” By the time Joanna left he sucked all the guys off but Josh and was fucked in his ass by all. Joanna had to lick up his own cum each time he came.

Chapter 43

The next day in school it was amusing to watch Hanson wearing spandex with a hard on looking at the guys he got quite a few slaps in the head from guys and from what Brad said,” he was used quite heavily in the showers both wholes were filled class after class.”

For the most part Brad and Jim were left alone everybody had a hole to fuck much better than a mouth especially from a guy that was straight till this week. A few guys fucked Brads face because Hanson was busy being used.

Graduation was only a week away Hanson came to Josh. “Master I will be your slave forever I know I did wrong but please fix me for graduation.”

“You escort taksim heard were moving,” Josh said.

“Yes master I will go anywhere there is nothing left in this place for me I will follow you anywhere and be your humble slave.”

“Brad, do you and Jim want this fag to help in security he would be your responsibility”

“Please Brad and Jim I will suck you every day or you can fuck me but let me get out of here,” Hanson said.

Brad and Jim said, “We well make good use of him for you master if you let him come.”

Josh said, “Fair enough, fag, come suck me off.” Hanson sucked Josh all night and half the next day and his hair was back the next day in school Hanson was still used by everybody that would be for another week.

Tanya was busy doing the gowns and suits for the dance. Josh went to the city by cab had him wait as Josh picked up his order from the jeweler. Josh examined all the six rings. His was a wedding band with Brenda’s Jade stone in the center with the birthstones of Barb, Millie, Julie and Tanya around it. Each one representing my love my queens as the inscription said. Looking at four of the girls ring they all had a two carat center stone with four half carat stones around the main stone. Inside was carved same as Josh’s My Love on one side. My queen on the other side. A {J} on the bottom opposite the 2 caret stone. Inside was the same inscription on all rings. Brenda ring was the same except the stones were much bigger. Josh came home with box of chocolates for the family had to have an excuse for going to town so they thought not a four hundred dollar cab ride.

Chapter 44

The next night Tanya had a dress rehearsal and Josh said, “Tanya you must dress also and I made Millie and Barb dress to I had a special surprise for them.”

Doc, Brad, Jim, Hanson, Frank and Bill were there. I wasn’t sure how Bill and Frank were going to take this but here goes.

Josh went to Millie first, knelt on one knee and said, “for my love my Queen.” She waited till I placed the ring on her finger as I stood she said, “Josh I love you.”

Josh said, “I love all of you” and kissed her and stepped back bowed and said, “My Queen.”

Josh went to Barb next did the same and with the same results Frank sat there with tears in his eyes.

Josh did Tanya next she bawled as he placed the ring on her finger. Josh had to grab her so she didn’t fall. She was so overcome with joy she couldn’t take her eyes off it and she read the inscription and bawled some more as she got her composure she said, “I am sorry master.”

“No master here tonight “Josh said.

“I love you Josh.” Tanya said.

“As I love you all,” Josh said.

Next Josh knelt and slid the ring on Julie’s hand. Josh said, “I love you my Queen” and as I stood “I love you Josh, my brother, my love “and she cried in my shoulder.

Josh moved to Brenda who as he suspected was a little miffed.

Brenda said “are you sure you want to give me one sarcastically?”

“Of this I am sure Brenda,” smiling. I bent down on one knee and with the box closed I said, “Brenda Mitchell will you marry me to be one of my Queens and my wife” and opened the box the ring had a four carat stone in the center and four, one carat stones around them.

Brenda stuttered, “I I I am”

Josh broke in “I only want to hear one word out of that sweat mouth of yours my love.”

Brenda said, “Yes oh yes my love my King.”

Josh said, “more than one word but it will do.” Josh slipped the ring upon her finger as we hugged and kissed and all gathered round.

Frank went to the liquor cabinet and come back with champagne he opened it and served glass to all he said, “I bought this for your graduation but I guess this will do double duty.”

Tanya yells. “Don’t you dare spill it on your gowns!” We all laughed It must have been an hour or so when Bill thought talked me.

Tt, “Bill said, “I know you own us and have saved my life but I love Julie and you have claimed her.”

TT “Yes I have but you always knew that from the start I love all these women a bit more with Brenda and I feel that in you with Julie I want you to be with her always but we have to share so get your head around it.”

Tt, “Yes sire,” Bill said, still not happy.

Tt, “Bill you are my best friend and as such I tell you this now. That first night way back when, Julie’s mind snapped. I broke her like I did Brian. Her mind got rewired that night and she is in love with me and you saw the last time I joked with her it affected her badly.”

Josh continued, “I know she loves you but she also loves me and because of our past in her mind she owes me her life. Neither of us can do anything to stop that. I am afraid to touch her mind on that for fear of losing her to reality all together.”

Bill tt, “Josh I never realized that but you are right she is very fragile as we seen from that last episode. By the way that was great I really enjoyed seeing you as a bisexual fag eating my cum. That escort etiler was fantastic and felt good to. Oh yea by the way anytime you like I will fuck your face so you can have all my great cum you like so much”

Josh, tt, “two inches remember.”

Tt, “Yes boss.”

The girls went and got their dresses off and us guys our suits. Back on the terrace the girls all came running back very excitedly, “Millie, Barb, take your ring off.”

“Not on your life they would have to cut it off my dead body,” Millie said.

“Mine to said Barb.”

“No silly there’s an inscription,” Julie said, as she was the only one with their eyes not full of tears as Tanya and Brenda took up slave positions in front of Josh. Josh said to himself “I seen this on the internet girls on their knees legs spread girls leaned back holding their ankles exposing their cunt and tits all at the same time.”

Tt, “Bill said that is awesome view.”

Mille and Barb read the inscription and followed suite took up slave position in front of Josh.

Josh said out loud, “All my Queens in slave position how beautiful is that. Bill, come over here and share Queen Julie display for us because I know it’s not just for me and Frank get over here and feast on our sweat Queen Barb.”

Josh said, “I was going to wait till we got to our new home but with all this Queen slave pussy I can’t wait. Slave Queen Brenda on your knees and open this box an as you place this ring on my finger I want all my queens to repeat their vow to me.”

They all nodded as Brenda open the box she almost fainted. “Steady girl,” Josh said.

As Brenda put the ring on my finger in unison they said, “Where thou goest we will follow my King”

Josh said, “Where did that come from your king!”

“Yes your majesty, if we are you Queens then you must be our King,” as Brenda kisses my ring finger and returns to slave position.

Josh said, “rise my Queens,” each one individually rose and kissed Josh’s ring saying “I love you your majesty.”

Bill was the first guy he knelt and kissed the ring and said, “Where thou goest I will follow your Majesty.”

Frank the doc, Brad, Jim and Hanson all followed suit.

“Now what did I start,” Josh thought.

Chapter 44

That night I slept only with Brenda. Bill took Julie, Frank took Barb.

I made passionate love to my Brenda. During one of our rest breaks, she was admiring the ring on my finger when she noticed and said, “That’s my birthstone in the center.”

Josh said, “how observant my Queen” as he thrust his cock deep into her causing her to cum again.

When she come down she said, “and that’s Julies stone,” and Josh thrust into her a few more times then she said, “oh my god Its all our birth stones with mine in the centre,” as she is crying and cumming again, “I love you my love, my king, my sire, my everything.”

“At breakfast Brenda showed all the girls the birthstones of my Queens they were all over me again wanted to go to bed not school.

This was it the last day of school a chance to say goodbye and talk about Collage University and careers this was it thirteen years of school for most twelve for me as I jumped one. We had a chance to say good bye to the teachers it was pretty informal everybody going every which way there was a lot of buzz over the rings and Brenda bringing girls to see mine. At noon we went home to get ready for the dance.

As we left the school there was somberness amongst us. We were happy to be graduating and all that but we knew that this was the last time we would ever see this town or people again. We would soon be leaving and while others may end up in the same situation they would not realize it now.

We knew for a fact we were never coming back to what was our childhood home. At home there was a lot of activity getting ready for the Prom. Josh had orchids for Brenda, Tanya, Julie and roses for Millie and Barb.

A limo picked us up Millie and Barb and Frank were chaperones. At the dance the king and queen danced first. Julie and Josh naturally took the floor. For the last year they were the most popular two every day. They had the first part of the dance all to themselves then all joined in on the dance floor. Then we all danced. Josh took turns with all his queens even the chaperones were dancing with Josh. About mid way over the speakers the band stopped and had a special request which he said we normally don’t do for proms but this one requires special attention. The Leader of the band reading a script said “months ago Josh Davis proposed to Brenda Mitchell and she said yes.

Prom King Josh Davis and Prom Queen Brenda Mitchell have proposed and accepted to be married and so were told she now has the ring to prove it.” As a special request a old, old, waltz. And a special statement which has meaning to them ‘where thou goest we will follow’ “The band started playing why me lord as the applause was drowning out the band the actually stopped till Josh and Brenda took escort besiktaş the floor and the classmates gathered round as the band started up again and they danced to that old 70’s song, “why me lord what have I ever done to deserve even one of the kindness you shown”. The next song was the same era again for the two starting out life together the song, Bridge Over Troubled Waters but this time Josh and Brenda was joined by their class mates. Josh made a special effort to dance slow waltzes with Tanya and Julie although Bill was taking care of Julie quite well. At the closing of the dance Brenda and the girls were surrounded by well wishers. Josh was drug into the middle and girls were all hanging off him and kissing him. We said in passing we were heading to the bar on Main Street and soon we left.

After the dance the limo took us to the local bar for food and drink. Most everybody heard we were going there and the place was packed I think our whole school was there. We all ordered burgers and fries and Frank ordered picture of beer most of us never drank but we figure may as well Julie, Tanya, Brenda, Barb and Millie all went to the wash room and our server came over it was no other than Carlen.

Josh said, “I want another server.”

Carlen said this is my section you can move if you like wait in line again. I will put in a good word for you, not, she said with venom. About that time Brenda, Tanya, Barb, Julie and Millie were coming back. The manager came over Josh explained how Carlen tried to kill his fiancé and his children just by luck we stopped her. “We would like another server please.”

The manger said, “This is my niece. I think you best leave so there is not an incident and he called over the bouncers. The manager said, “This party is leaving.”

Josh through two cents on the table saying, “That’s for the service.”

The bouncers went to grab Josh but Brad, Jim and Hanson stood up and said, “Greg, Will, he is our friend, Brad yells out football team on me now hut, hut, you want the third?” Greg and Will were team members last year they knew what the third hut meant. Their face turned white as ghost. There was no way they were prepared to take on the whole team and more. The music stopped the place got deadly quite. All these huge football plays ready to strike.

The manager said, “Throw these bums out.” Jim said, “You see my team you want this place destroyed in about two minutes flat?”

Frank spoke and said, “We were leaving you force our hands with all these pregnant ladies and do you really want to what is left of your bar when the football team get through with it. Then let’s not forget the press will destroy you.”

Frank said, “my lawyers will do the rest you are already looking at suspension of license threatening pregnant ladies think my friend John Steal, head of liquor licensing for the province, will not take kindly to this.”Frank pulls out the tape recorder.

The manager almost shit his pants and thought “who were these people, “and said, “There is no need to do that I am sorry but my girl here lost her chance at an education and it is a sore spot.”

“If you want to have your establishment closed permanently keep going on this line.”Frank said.

“Back of Greg, Will let these people alone”

“Brad thanks guys for your assist” and the place went back to normal as Carlen red faced stomped away again. As we left many other groups turned their beer upside down and left as well the place was all but deserted. What should have been one of their busiest nights was now like a Tuesday night.

Chapter 45

We left went to Tim Horton’s for juice and tea better than beer anyway Josh thought. It wasn’t long before the place filled up with all our classmates. Frank didn’t realize how popular his kids real were. A lot of the girls that were staying and going to Acadia said it was going to be their mission to put that pub out of business. We asked don’t do it on our account. They said that guy was a jerk and Carlen should of begged your forgiveness not acted like the righteous woman wronged.

“At any rate we don’t wish to pursue it,” said Josh

Our group started talking about leaving and there was some talk about waiting till after the kids were born and then talk about how many months after before they could fly.

Josh said, “Nope we leave this week.”

“What about the house,” Barb said?

Bill said, “His grandparents just lost their home to fire old wiring.”

“Ok they can stay in ours; rent is to take care of the place.” Bill called his grandparents they were there next morning.

Everything was set packers came in we were off in less than 48 hours. Saturday we arrived in Hawaii. As we were flying I fucked all the girls and then I had Bill and Frank do all the women to. This is the first time I put Brenda out to be fucked by anyone but me but we all had fun and we now all belonged to the mile high club. Brian, Brad and Jim fucked Hanson, so I guess they were members to. Brian was told you well be bisexual soon. Most of us have never left Nova Scotia this was our first big trip. Tanya was air sick, but doc took care of that quickly.

We enjoyed the big island and the guys liked the dancers “Wow could those bellies twist” said Brad. We were on our corporate jet clear blue sky for a three hour flight.

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A Brave New World Pt. 01

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Marketa Willson stood in front of the door, awaiting her turn. She knew this was her certification day, it had all been ordained by the New World government. It had been in 2375 when the wars ended, and a new and powerful world body had taken over. Now in the year 2400, what began right after the new world order was founded, was a well-entrenched reality. The ruling body had maintained that the only reason for war was sexual frustration. If men were allowed the freedom to expel their natural horny drives on ready and willing women, that should insure peace.

Like every female baby that was born, Marketa had been carefully monitored. At the age of 18, those with the most attractive outward appearances would be called up to report to the government-run centers. She had received her instructions and had carefully read them, and had watched a training video that had been included so that she knew what was required of her for her initial assay.

Marketa was resigned to her fate, the ruling body had an iron grip on the world population, and you did as you were told, or you ‘disappeared.’ She would be trained, then bought and paid for by the businesses that wanted to offer the wealthy, well-connected male clientele the release of their sexual desires on her body.

When the door opened, Marketa went in quickly. The door was closed, and a guard moved in front of the door. Marketa marched up to the desk, where a man wearing a white lab coat sat. He pulled out a handheld scanner and found her name.

He looked her in the eye, and with no hesitation, she opened her dress and let it fall. She was now stark naked, the instructions had specifically said, no underwear of any kind. Marketa had heard stories of women who overlooked that rule. Their underwear was ripped off, tossed into a shredder, and the woman would be cuffed to a metal bar, and have her ass whipped with 5 to 10 lashes, depending on how much underwear she had been wearing. Marketa did not know if this was true, or whether it was rumors or innuendo, but she wasn’t interested in finding out, firsthand, the veracity of that story.

She put her hands behind the nape of her neck, lacing her fingers together. This caused her breasts to jut out, as the man with the lab coat got up, and circled her body, she could feel his eyes traveling over every inch of her nude flesh, almost like a physical touch. He activated the scanner, and ran it over every bit of her body, getting a close record of every smooth soft curve.

He then stood to the side, and his hand reached out, cupping a breast and playing with her nipple. Marketa made a low, growling noise in her throat, and her nipple stiffened up immediately, he toyed with her tit for a minute or so, then switched to her other nipple, tweaking and pulling as her other nipple rose up, just as stiff and hard.

He played with her nipple, then released it, and on the scanner’s keyboard, he noted, “Nipple responsiveness, Level one.”

His hand reached back out, and he swirled it downward, through her neatly trimmed nest of blonde pubic hair, and found her pussy. He slid his finger in and noted with satisfaction that she was indeed a virgin.

The New World government had a very strict no-sex ban before being escort şişli selected for the servicing centers. Any that were no longer virgins would have the choice of being exiled in the wastelands or being a fuck toy in the all-male prisons.

Another notation, “Certified virgin” was added to her checklist.

Both hands reached down, cupped her ass cheeks, and fondled them, judging her sexy moons. She knew that they were sexy, in the darkness of her room, long after midnight, by the light of a candle, she had let her 20-year-old brother jerk his cock while he stroked her ass cheeks. That was as close to her virginity as she was prepared to go, the punishment for non-virgins was no rumor, it was a reality.

Her examiner wrote a few notes, and said, “Oral training, go through door 5 please.”

She quickly did as she was told, and she met her attendant. She was going to be trained in the art of oral sex, she would learn how to be a first-class cocksucker. Once her training in oral pleasures was deemed to be proficient, she would be offered up to the businesses that served wealthy, well-connected clients. There, she would be ready to take to her knees and suck whatever cock was offered to her, with no hesitation.

She would serve six months as a paid-for cocksucker, then she would be returned to the training centers, for fucking. Before they took on the first cock, they would have their hymens broken, the bidding for the honor of bursting open their virgin barriers was always a frenzied affair, and the rich and powerful would pay huge sums to the ruling body, for being the one to claim that prize.

Once the lucky winner had broken them open, they would either be immediately vended out, for businesses that wanted the hot, wet, almost virgin cling of a just deflowered pussy for their clients or be trained to be a hot, wet, eager live fuck doll, for businesses that wanted their clients to get a hot, wet, skillful ride.

Marketa knew that the ones who really enjoyed it, and showed such inclinations to more, would be sent back to the training centers after a year, and moved up to ass fucking, orgy, or for the really hot ones, the Kink section.

Her attendant was a large fellow, strong but not cruel. Knowing what was required of her, she opened her mouth, and a thick leather cord was fitted between her lips, in a cleave gag style. She was led down a long corridor. Producing a key, her attendant unlocked a door, and led her inside, closing and re-locking it behind her.

The room was half in darkness, and she looked around at the bare walls. This was as far as she had been informed, now it was time to show a new arrival that they were under the government’s control, and to give them a small taste of what would happen if they decided to try and revolt.

A large viewscreen mounted on a pedestal came on, and she was watching a stern-looking man, and he began, “Welcome Marketa, this is your introduction to the facilities. You will find there are many rules and regulations, which you will be instructed about. Discipline is swift and certain for breaking any rules. To deliver the point, we must give you a small taste of what occurs if you break the rules.”

She beyoğlu escort was led forward, the pedestal swiveled for the screen to follow, and as dim, recessed lights in the darkness came on, she saw it. A large Y-shaped steel beam was mounted on the floor, and her arms were bound above her to pegs in the tops of the Y. She felt a large leather strap being looped around her torso, and she was bound securely to the beam.

Her attendant said, ”Bite down on the gag, it may make it easier to bear.”

He produced a small whip, she saw it, and she bit down, hoping that would…Swish, CRACK..and her screech of pain was muffled by the leather gag, as the lash bit down on her ass. The whip drew back, and another lash struck her ass, her muffled shriek sounding as she felt the pain explode again, and she suffered three more lashes, her muffled shrieks and howls of pain accompanying the angry red welts rising across her ass cheeks.

She felt her arms being freed, and she slumped down, her attendant lifted her up as she wobbled on her feet.

The viewscreen was still on, it must have been a two-way, the stern man had watched her getting whipped, and he said, “Marketa’s attendant, excellent technique. Marketa, that was your warning. Any discipline that has to be administered for rule-breaking, will start at 10 lashes, with a larger whip, and will increase to 15, 20, and so on, until you are dissuaded from such behavior. In our time here, only ten have needed 10 lashes, three eventually had to take an extra 15 lashes, and one, who was very rebellious, eventually had to take an extra 20 lashes. Even the most rebellious one finally surrendered after her naked backside was blistered with that last dose of 20 strokes of the lash.”

Marketa could believe that her ass was throbbing with the pain, and that had only been 5 lashes. She felt that 10 strokes, with a larger whip, would kill her. Any idea she may have harbored about acting up had been quashed, most effectively.

The stern man on the viewscreen said, “Ungag her, and let her suck your cock, and you can rate her technique.”

Oh, that felt so good, to have the leather strap removed from her mouth. She was working herself up, she’d rather have a cock than that cruel strap in her mouth, and she knew what to do. She knelt and watched as he unzipped his pants.

A 7-inch cock, rock hard and ready greeted her eyes, and she grasped his shaft and pulled down on the foreskin, the head popping out. Remembering the training video she had been shown, she licked his cock head, listening to his grunt of pleasure as she orally serviced him. She slid her lips around his cock, and took him in until just his cock head was in her mouth, letting her saliva coat the head, and swirling her tongue all over it.

Her attendant’s louder grunts of pleasure encouraged her, and after a minute or so, she slid her mouth down, down, swallowing him slowly. She took him in halfway, pulled back, and bobbed her head back down, again with the tight, wet slide, taking in just a bit more on each bob.

“Yeah, oh yeah baby, suck my cock.”

Her attendant’s obvious enjoyment spurred her on, and she started to get into a rhythm, a bit more on güngören escort each in suck, back, a bit more, a bit more until, there, she felt his balls touch her chin, as she swallowed him down to the hilt.

Pulling back, she again swallowed him to the balls, she could feel his cock starting to twitch, and on the third full gulp, he grabbed her head, grunted, drove his cock in, and let go.

She felt two hot blasts of creamy cum fired straight down her throat, she pulled back, her tongue swirling around his shaft, and took the rest of his load, thick streams spewing all over her tongue, filling her mouth. He really had a big load, she quickly swallowed her mouthful, and as his cock pumped more hot spunk in the mouth, she swallowed that and kept him in, nursing on his prick, sucking him until he had lost every drop to her hot, wet mouth. She drew back slowly, tightening her lips, to suck out all of his load.

When he pulled his cock out, he turned to the viewscreen and reported, “Cocksucking technique, level 1.”

The stern man said, “Good, very good Marketa. You seem to have a natural talent for cock sucking, it will not be long before you can be vended, and you will be an asset to the business that selects you.”

Marketa was led down a hallway, and a door slid open. She was in a medical bay, and her attendant had her lie on the table, with her ass jutting up. He took an atomizer, aimed it at her blistered, throbbing cheeks, and depressed the plunger. The fine mist floated gently down, and the effect was almost immediate. Marketa felt the hot, throbbing pain bank down, the cooling relief, another spray from the atomizer drifted down, and the hot, painful throb was dulled down to a far less painful dull ache.

Her attendant then led her into her room. Marketa had not been informed of her room, and she was surprised. It was an opulent suite, with a large queen-sized bed, a separate living room, with a large view screen, a large couch, and a recliner.

This is nice, she thought. She had wondered about whether she would be crammed into some crackerbox apartment, but this was roomy, pleasant pastel colors on the walls, she would like it here.

When her viewscreen came to life and showed her the meal choices, she got another surprise. Top-of-the-line meals, from the most exclusive dining areas, were presented for her selection.

Her attendant commented, “We will make sure you are well fed and taken care of Marketa. Your physical appearance is directly tied to your value when you are vended. On the keypad, press 3 for a list of your activities.”

Marketa did so, and she saw her routine for the coming days.

Wake up time, 8:00 AM

Breakfast, 8:30 AM

Rules and regulations class, morning training 9:00 AM

Fitness class, 10:00 AM

Massage, 11:00 AM.

Lunch, 12 Noon

Relaxation time, 1:00 PM – 3:00 PM

Afternoon training, 3:00 PM

Common room, 3:30 PM – 5:30 PM

Dinner, 6:00 PM

Recreation time, 7:00 PM – 10:30 PM

Bedtime, 11:00 PM

Her attendant left, and Marketa was checking out her list of activities. She knew the training classes would be where she would suck hard cocks, sharpening her cock sucking skills, until she was totally proficient. So far, so good, she could handle cock sucking, and in a way, she was looking forward to becoming very proficient. It gave her a sense of power to have her attendant’s most personal orgasm in her mouth, her ability to make him explode, flooding her mouth with a rich flood of hot cream.

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April Lust Ch. 1

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I had just nodded into sleep a few minutes after midnight when I was awoke with a flash of car lights through my window. I threw my blanket to the floor in a pissed off fit as I grabbed my boxers at the foot of the bed. My wife stirred and asked me who was outside. I didn’t answer.

I swung my front door open to find my sister in law stumbling out of her car. She was twenty and anxiously awaiting the day she became legal, so she could graduate into full blown alcoholism. April walked clumsily to the door, a red haze swimming around her usually vibrant emerald eyes; she clutched a strawberry wine cooler like a life support unit.

“The hell are you doing driving?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, but she walked past me and let herself in. I sat on the couch and prepared myself for her sad reportoire and tales of love gone wrong. I had memorized all of her weepy tales from previous drunken visits she had blessed me with. She had just moved in with the supposed love of her life and the bliss was fastly turning dull.

“Kurt’s being a dickweed.” she said, throwing herself on the couch next to me.

At that point, I decided I would listen. I was all kinds of pissed off for being woke up and it was often fun to fuck with her fragile head.

“Oh now,’ I said. ‘You just don’t understand men.”

“I understand everything, I got y’all figured out.” she said as she pulled from her drink.

“Well, it wouldn’t appear that way at this point.” I told her.

“Where’s my sister?” she demanded.

“Asleep, where she should be.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want her to wake up and then I get attacked by two men bashing harpies.”

“So that’s what you think I am.” she said.

“You know my opinion of you, so just quit.”

“What is your opinion?”

I told her again. I never kept my opinion secret from her. I thought she was the stuff of trailer park porno films. I wanted to gnaw her milky flesh until she sliced mine with her perfectly manicured nails. I wanted to saturate her socks in honey and suck them until they felt like they had come out of a nuclear powered clothes dryer.

“What would you do right now if you could do anything you wanted to do?” she asked.

“I’ll never tell. I don’t expose my weaknesses. Besides, you’ll just tease.”

“Yeah, okay. Look who’s calling who a tease.” she sneered

“You were in high school, April! Besides, escort your parents would have squashed my nuts into oblivion.” I told her, trying not to raise my voice.

“Now answer my question.” she demanded.

“I can’t. I’ll have to show you. Outside.”

“I don’t know if I trust you.” she cocked a suspicious eyebrow.

“You have to. Oh wait, I can always just go to bed and leave you out here bored. I got your keys. I promise you’re not going any damn place tonight.”

I saw the horror in her eyes. She was in the throes of drunken bliss and needed a friend, a listener and worshiper. She knew she was pretty much fucked if she made me mad. April then agreed to my terms.

First, I woke my wife. “You’re dumbass little sister is drunker than hell, oddly enough, so I am fixing to go dunk her ass in the pool.”

My wife arose halfway asleep. “Don’t be mean to her.” she pleaded.

I promised I wouldn’t. No, I would never be mean to my dear, sweet, dim-wited sister in law.

Outside was the cheap wading pool I had bought for the summer. Even worse, I installed a lame privacy fence around it. Also, my version of a sun deck and some tropical container plants I had going for the whole Tiki-man/swinger effect.

April damn near fell over the steps to the deck before she lowered herself down and onto her back.

“It’s wild to come out here at night and phisolophize about what’s out there in the stars.” She said.

“That’s philosophise, brainiac.” I told her.

April kicked off her sandals, exposing her perfectly symmetrical violet painted toes. She then performed some sort of a drunken stretch, trying to arch her back and signal her pert boobs to the stars.

“Oh nice.’ I said. ‘I thought this was supposed to be about what I would do.”

“Hell, I’ve all but drawed you a map.” April said.

I gave that a chuckle and moved closer to her. I pulled on the loose legs of her shorts to see what she was hiding beneath. The black lace panties were almost too much and I almost ended my night right there. The bulge in my boxers was far passed evident.

I pulled the shorts to her knees and buried my face at the moist lace covered mound. She pushed my head into her as she let out a soft groan.

“Those come down, too.” she explained.

I thanked her for that fact and obliged.

I don’t know why she always had black pubes in my fantasy, but I was proven wrong. I carressed escort istanbul her silky dark blonde hair as my fingers dares to explore the tiny pink slit. She emitted more closed mouth groans as I rubbed my dick against my makeshift deck. I spread her delicate flesh with two fingers and just wanted to stare into it all night, amazed at how small it all was.

My finger searched for her hole in vain she grabbed my hand and guided me. I pushed my finger halfway into her and felt like I was putting a hole through a block of microwaved hardware putty. My other hand clutched her foot. At least she knew where to put her toes. I worked my tongue between all of her toes and the arches of her feet as she flipped her hips wildly on the deck.

Her hand reached and started stroking my cock beneath my shorts.

“Gawd!’ she said. ‘Just what in the hell do you think you are gonna do with that thing?”

“Anything I want, just like you said.”

She mumbled some nonsense about not knowing if she could handle my inches, but I shut her up quickly as her tiny hole swallowed the rest of my finger. She begged to me fuck her and started talking like I had never heard any woman, but I was having too much fun to blow my good time in a couple of frustrated spurts.

I turned her over and admired the pale white ass I had always dreamed of, only guessing what it looked like under various garments over the past few years. I bit into one of the hemisphere’s of her ass until she let out an excitred squeal. I then cupped my hands under her midrift and pulled her onto her knees.

“Whoa. No man has ever seen me like this.” she said.

“Why?”

“I just don’t do this.” she stated very matter of factly.

I told her to shut her mouth as I crept under her and put my tongue to work on her thick outer lips. She collapsed on me after a few minutes, but I was not bothered by the fear of suffication as I lapped my way into her tasty middle. Her moans changed as I tongue fucked her barely visible pussy. My five O’ clock shadow was soaked by her nectar like juices as I turned her onto her back once more.

“That’s just weird!” she said.

“No, you’ve just never had a man.”

I slid my throbbing cock into her slowly, her mouth agape as she was trying to sustain breathing and not make any obvious noise. I pulled all the way out of her so I could repeat the process. I only got three or four times in before she covered beykoz escort her mouth in a muffled groan and her sugary walls and hips twitched uncontrollably. I gave her a final thrust and sprayed into her sweet thing. Cum overflowed and spilled over my shaft onto the deck as she simply didn’t have room for it all.

April turned to her side and continued to train her breathing back to normal.

“I can’t believe we did this.” she said sadly.

“But you did. And you wanted to.”

“I know. It’s just wrong. You’re married to my sister.” she whined.

“Nice detective work. You loved it. Now I’m hooked. You have no idea what you have done.”

I slithered against her and wedged my cock between the cheeks of her white ass. I layed there, enjoying her warmth and my adventures in her once forbidden zone.

“No one can ever find out.” she said.

“Don’t be stupid. No one will. But this isn’t the end of this. By no means.”

I inched my way into her soaked cunt again as I grabbed her platinum blonde hair and forced me to look into my eyes. Her glazed green eyes disappeared into her head each time I moved inside her. I spoke to her each time I pumped my selfish prick into her.

“Now. You take your drunk ass to the couch and go to sleep. Don’t be frightened when I come knocking in the night though.”

“Haaaah! What do you mean?” she groaned.

“Anything.’ I shoved into her as deeply as I could. “A nibble at your ass, my dick across your cheek, anything….and you won’t make a noise. Will you?”

“N-No.” April sighed as I pulled out again.

I had to explain several trips to my wife as I left the bed during the night. One excuse was powerful thirst. I did something else to April on each trip to the kitchen. To my surprise, she had hidden the panties and only wore her shorts for easier access. Little did I know what I was turning her into or what was dormant demon was about to emerge from her seemingly harmless, tight little body. We would have more adventures, each time I was burying myself into a dark tunnel of trouble I never thought possible. I soon found that nothing was secret and one could never get away with anything in this world.

April waited one week before she knocked on my door and flashed the dangerous, impish grin of hers. She had brought a Monopoly board and told me she was going to teach me by her rules while her sister was at work. She insisted on being the dog and had improvised rules about hotels, collateral and property which ended in a tragedy I will soon tell.

END

The first intallment of this is true, with the next ones being loosely based on fact. Somehow, I hope you like.

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Ashley , Alexis Ch. 04

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Alexis tried through the week to get her mind off what she now was about to do. She wondered how it would feel, how she would react, and more. Would it feel better to have two cocks in her instead of just one? Which two holes would they want to use? And perhaps the biggest question – just who were these guys and where was Ashley finding them? Hopefully, they were at least attractive guys.

She had never done anything like that before – let someone else pick out her sex partner. The idea was so erotic, yet so slutty. Based on her conversation with Ashley, it seemed like she was just going to find a couple willing guys, explain the situation, and Alexis would walk in to two guys that she had never seen before, ready to tear into her.

It made her nervous, but excited, too. She liked the idea, she just thought it was extremely slutty. For Alexis, it made her a little tense, and there was only one thing that seemed to relieve that tension – throwing open that window and letting the guys watch her as she gave herself a huge orgasm. She really was starting to love doing that.

On Thursday, as Alexis walked back from class, she noticed a few guys huddled around one of their friends. They were talking and laughing and exclaiming loudly. She knew a couple of the guys from her composition class, so she stepped over to them to see what the fuss was about – probably some lame thing on Twitter or something – but at least it would take her mind off the upcoming weekend for a few seconds.

“Hey guys,” she said.

“Oh hi, Alexis. What’s up?”

“I was going to ask you guys that.”

“Oh, well, some girl – Kyle here has a room that faces the girls’ floor in one of the dorms. There’s this girl that keeps opening the blinds and – well – she’s naked, like she wants to be seen or something. Here, check this out.”

The guys handed Alexis a phone. On the screen she could see a video of a girl – her – fucking herself like crazy with a dildo, blinds open, wanting to be watched. Some bastard had taken a video of her!

“Who is this?” She asked. The guys shrugged. Whew, she thought. They didn’t recognize her. “Wow,” she muttered, handing the phone back. She wanted to say “what a slut,” but she was sure she would never hear the end of that comment if anyone ever realized it was her. Numbly she said goodbye and walked back to her dorm, heart pounding.

“Fine,” she thought. “These guys want a show, I’ll give them a show.” The fact that someone had actually made a video of her was dumbfounding her. She was embarrassed, yes, but she was getting wet too at the thought of being seen like that. She knew what she had to do.

After dinner that night, Alexis began to make preparations. She set her chair up again, facing the window. Taking a large scarf out of her closet, she draped it over the chair, and placed her dildo on the seat. Alexis removed all her clothes, opened the blind and turned around so the guys could not see her face, and tied the scarf around her eyes and even her nose. The scarf, serving as a blindfold, did two things – first, the guys would not be able to tell for sure who it was, and second, she would not be able to tell just how many people were watching her.

Alexis sat down in her chair and picked up the dildo, fumbling a little as she did, because she couldn’t see through the scarf. At first, she put the dildo in her mouth, getting it all wet with saliva as she ran her fingers over her glistening, swelling pussy. “Here we go,” she thought.

A sudden wave of arousal washed over Alexis, and she forced the dildo to the back of her throat. She gagged a little. Perfect. Slipping two fingers into her pussy, she began to finger herself as she forced the dildo into her mouth, a little deeper with each thrust, moaning, needing to be used. Fingering and sucking harder, she moaned again.

It wasn’t long before Alexis replaced her fingers with the dildo, using her other hand to force the dildo into her pussy as she licked her fingers clean. “Ohhhh, yes, I’m a slut,” she moaned. “Watch me.” Another wave of intense arousal hit her as she thought about the fact that she had no idea how many people might be watching. It could be dozens, and she had no idea – all watching her naked, fucking herself for them, taking pictures and videos.

“Ohhhh, yes, take my picture,” she moaned. “Make a slutty video. Use me. Jack off to me!” She had the dildo all the way in her pussy now. Caught up in the moment, Alexis became even more turned on, and suddenly, she wanted more – she wanted it in the ass.

Alexis stretched her legs, raising them high in the air and forcing them back near her head as she sat in the chair. Her ass was now exposed to the guys watching as well as she continued to pound her pussy with the dildo. “If only I had another dildo,” she thought. She wanted something to push up her little asshole, but what? Her fingers, of course, were the obvious answer, but we’re they big enough, or did she want something more cock-sized?

Alexis stood up, knowing maslak escort she could find something to use in her room. As she turned away from the window, she lifted her blindfold just enough to see what might be available. She thought about her hairbrush, the handle end, a small lotion bottle, and then she saw it. A plastic water bottle, one that she had started to drink from a few days ago and didn’t come close to finishing, sat on her desk.

It was a pint bottle, long and narrow, the kind that the flavored sparkling water always seems to be sold in at the pharmacy or grocery store. She grabbed the bottle and some lotion and slid the blindfold down again, clumsily making her way back to her chair. Could she fit that in her ass? It was a little thicker than a cock, but as aroused as she was, she had to try it.

Alexis slathered the bottle in lotion as she hiked her legs up again and put two fingers into her ass to warm up, her fingers covered in lotion as well. They slid into her ass without a problem, eliciting a moan from the slut at the window. She was shaking from excitement knowing what she was about to do. Finally, her ass stretched by her fingers, she picked up the bottle, almost sitting on her back in the chair with her knees near her face. “You want a show?” She said aloud, “then watch this.”

Alexis placed the bottle at her asshole and slowly pushed, not really getting anywhere. She turned the bottle around, trying the neck end first, and slipped the cap into her tight ass. Her body was fighting back, trying to reject the object, but Alexis only got more desperate and horny, imagining that she had quite the audience across the way, and just forced it more.

Slowly, the bottle began to disappear into her stretched asshole. It took her almost a minute, it seemed, to get the bottle in up to the end of the short, fat neck, but she knew once her ass had given up and accepted the girth of the object, the rest would be easy. Her ass was on fire, burning, stretched as far as she could imagine. It really did seem like an ultimate test.

Alexis felt the bottle slide deeper into her ass, and as she felt it, she succumbed to her desires, forcing it in farther, deeper, harder. Soon, all but a couple inches were inside her, and at that moment, she had won the war against her stretched, burning asshole. It hurt, worse than she expected, but either she didn’t care or she actually started to enjoy it, knowing it was making her look like a true slut to her audience. Slowly but deliberately, she began to fuck her little asshole with the bottle, moving it in and out, back and forth, moaning in both agony and ecstasy.

There was only one more thing for her to do. Alexis took the dildo in her other hand and returned it to its rightful position, pushing it deep within her pussy. The feeling of the bottle in her ass and the dildo in her pussy at the same time gave her pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced. She furiously used the dildo, used the bottle, stuffing her tight holes and feeling every sensation that she could.

“Ohhhh, yes, watch me fuck my ass – watch me fuck my pussy,” she whispered, imagining a horde of onlookers. She didn’t know how big her audience was, but she imagined it had grown as large as ever by this point. Fantasizing, she imagined guys taking pictures of her from their rooms, taking videos, watching the little whore that she was savagely use her fuckholes for pleasure, wanting to be watched, wishing it would never end.

Alexis imagined the guys in rooms by themselves stroking their cocks beneath the cover of the windowsill as they stretched their necks to get as close as possible to the slut that held their attention so well. She took it up the ass for them, wanting, needing to be watched, to be used by them.

The slut she was becoming, alexis continued the show, slowing down when she felt herself reaching the beginning of an orgasm, wanting it to continue, not wanting to end the pleasure or the show she was putting on – not that an orgasm would have stopped her. And then, finally, it happened. Alexis erupted into a shuddering, trembling orgasm, her legs shaking above her head as she thrust the bottle into her ass as deep as she could, leaving it there, feeling the pressure of the object as it seemed to grind against the dildo inside of her.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck yes! Yes! Yesssss I’m cumming! Ohhhhh yes watch me!” She moaned loudly, unable to contain herself. She waited as the sensation tore into her, frozen, almost unable to move due to the intense spasms that gripped her whole body.

As soon as it was over, Alexis found herself gently fucking her holes again, sliding the objects in and out, felling the pleasure and the sensation again. She was going to make sure this was a real show this time. She continued to fuck herself, building her arousal as she did, imagining again the many guys that must be watching by now.

It didn’t take Alexis nearly as long to reach a second orgasm. This one hit her out of nowhere, like üsküdar escort a freight train. She had been thinking of the guys watching, but as soon as she thought of her sister, and fantasizes about her watching, an orgasm came on extremely fast. She shuddered and shook again, moaning, unable to form words. This time, she continued to move the objects inside her holes as she came.

“Ohhhh, y – yessss, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!” She moaned.

Alexis wanted one more good, shuddering, rocking orgasm, and she tried to take her time building up to it. She took the dildo out of her pussy, licking it clean before ramming it into the back of her throat, wondering what sort of reaction the guys would have to that maneuver. In a minute, her throat felt raw and used, and she removed the dildo and stretched her pussy with it again.

“Ohhhh, watch me,” she moaned. “Watch me fuck myself, all of you. I’m giving you a show! I want all of you to watch me, and see me naked and fucking my pussy and my ass! Please just watch me, it gets me off – it makes me cum – I need it, ohhhhh, I need to be watched, and to know that you are all taking pictures and making videos and showing them to everyone you know! I need to be the slut that lets everyone use her to jack off – I need to show off my body and I need to be watched while I fuck myself, ohhhh!”

Alexis continued to moan and say those words as she moved the bottle and the dildo in rhythm. All of the sudden, she stood, turned around, and turned the chair 90 degrees to the side, propping one knee on it as she let her audience watch her from behind. Soon after her third orgasm came as she let the guys watch her fucking her ass in a new position.

“Ohhhh, yes I love fucking my ass for you – ohhhhh, I want you all to use me, and see me, and – and – one at a time, fuck my dirty little ass and use my pussy!” It was strange; before, she had only fantasized about being watched, but now, the horny little slut she was becoming, she actually wanted them all to have sex with her. In a moment like that, she knew that she would have let them if they were within reach. She came violently, again, shaking hard until she collapsed on the floor.

After what seemed like hours, Alexis stood. She thought she might have had a fourth orgasm as she laid on the floor touching herself, but she wasn’t sure. She removed the bottle from her ass, her gaping hole near the window for all to see, the dildo having been already removed from her pussy. She reached for the blinds, her tits pressing up against the window as she did so. Exhausted, humiliated, and satisfied, Alexis pulled down the blinds and took off her scarf, and peeking through the crack in the blinds, she could see roughly thirty guys had been watching. Wow, she thought. Soon after, still horny, she was falling asleep on her bed, exhausted.

She awoke once that night, fingering herself furiously to yet another orgasm. It was like a fountain that couldn’t be turned off – she just couldn’t control herself anymore. All her slutty behaviors, all her fantasies came to the forefront as she pounded away. Her ass felt strange; she couldn’t explain it. It had really been used good. She had the sensation that nature might be calling – or was it just raw? She licked her finger and inserted it into her tight hole, which readily accepted it.

After she came again, Alexis tried to force herself back asleep, finger in her ass and all, wanting to feel the humiliation that would come from having a finger in her ass for the rest of the night.

She awoke in the morning, still naked. She felt like a dirty whore, her finger smelled like ass. She wasn’t sure how long it stayed in, but it was no longer in her ass when she woke up. Alexis felt violated, humiliated, and of course, horny. What was wrong with her? She wondered aloud why she liked doing those things to herself so much. Quickly taking a shower, Alexis just couldn’t help herself as she dressed. She threw on the half shirt Ashley had made her walk home in the other day, and a jacket and a pair of jeans over her bra and panties, and put on a pair of shoes and went to class.

Yes, she was showing skin. Alexis was still horny and it showed. She just couldn’t escape now, she had been aroused for hours on end, almost a whole day, with no end in sight. Perhaps, she was finally starting to understand why Ashley acted the way she did – always willing to have sex with just about anyone, it seemed – always willing to show off more of her body than any decent girl would dare expose.

She sat in two classes, feeling a few eyes on her, unable to cover herself, and unable to relieve the tension that had built inside of her. “So, this is how it feels to be a slut,” she thought.

After class, Alexis did her best to try to get her mind off her needs. Tomorrow night would be her threesome, and she could manage to wait until then to find relief from her urges. Reading, watching television, and eating, she tried her best to get her mind off of sex. It worked bjk escort for a while, and then as soon as she lost her focus it would come rushing back – her need to be watched, to be used, to be fucked.

Alexis tossed and turned in bed that night. Part of her wanted to throw the blinds open again and fuck herself, this time with no cover for her face. Another part of her wanted to do it outside, in the middle of campus. Yet another part of her wanted to walk out half naked and find the first willing guy she could, and bring him back to her room. She thought about trying to go over to the guys’ dorm and find someone, anyone, to give her what she needed.

Every few minutes, it seemed like, she would start to touch herself through her clothes and then soon after, when she was just starting to feel pleasure, call it off. She didn’t really know what kept her from doing a my of those things. Was she finally coming to her senses, pushing away her fantasies, choosing safety and sanity instead? Was she finally realizing that part of her didn’t want complete exposure and humiliation?

Finally, Alexis woke up the next morning. The day of her planned threesome had arrived, and she was going to force herself not to do anything sexual until then. The day went by slowly, Alexis trying not to think about what lay ahead. She wanted it now, yes – she had accepted that she was going to do it and she knew she would like it. Still, part of it was a little frightening to her – two guys at once! Surely that was crossing some sore of line that took her from being a sexy girl that liked to show off a little to being a complete slut.

Finally, Ashley texted her, asking her to meet at her place. Alexis gathered a few things and, taking a deep breath, set out on her way, knowing what Ashley had in store for her.

Ashley opened the door wearing only a bikini top and a pair of ridiculously short shorts, unbuttoned and folded down, her bikini bottoms peeking out, her belly button ring glistening in the light.

“Ashley, what are you wearing? Seriously?” Alexis said, astonished yet again, but smiling at her nonetheless.

“Well, someone had to get the guys hard for you,” she said. Looking behind her sister, Alexis could see that there were two guys sitting on the couch. Neither was ugly, but only one of them was really attractive.

“This is Andrew,” Ashley said, pointing at the better looking of the two, “and this is Garrett. I was just in the middle of giving them a lap dance, want to watch, or join in?” Alexis just stared.

“So, I hear you’re the fresh meat tonight,” Garrett said. “Not bad, Ashley! Your little sister has a body on her.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Alexis said, red-faced. She wasn’t used to making small talk with the guys before she got fucked – at least not recently.

“Want to get a better look at that body?” Ashley said, clicking a button on a remote to start some dance music as she tugged at the bottom of Alexis’ top. She raised her arms and the top came off quickly, leaving Alexis visibly wearing only a bra and jeans. Already she was beginning to get turned on, aroused by the looks of approval she got as the guys looked over their playmate for the evening.

Soon, Ashley was unbuttoning her sister’s jeans and pulling them down, giving the guys a good view of her black lace thong that she had picked out for the occasion. Alexis stood nervously, allowing her body to be evaluated by the two guys. It was one thing to show off to random people, she thought, but when you knew you were going to have sex with someone, especially two guys she had just met, it felt a little different.

Ashley followed suit, taking off her shorts, now wearing only a bikini. She got down on all fours as Alexis watched and crawled over to the guys on the couch. Slowly she crawled on top of Garrett, who was still sitting on the couch, and began to grind her bikini-clad ass into his crotch as Alexis looked on.

“You can touch me, you know,” Ashley practically begged as she felt his prick rise in his pants. “It isn’t a strip club!” She felt his hands grab her hips almost immediately as she moved to the beat of the music. “And Alexis, I don’t know what you’re waiting on – you know why these guys are here! I’m just helping warm them up for you!”

Alexis slowly walked over to Andrew, nervously stepping forward in her lace thong and bra. She looked at him nervously for a long moment, knowing what she had to do, but wanting to put it off as long as possible. Looking over, she saw Ashley grinding hard on Garret’s lap, shaking her slutty ass for him and moving his right hand from her hip to her bikini, giving him a feel of her pussy through her bikini.

“Come on, Alexis, I brought them here for you! You’ll like this if you just give it a chance,” said Ashley. Reluctantly, Alexis turned around and climbed on top of Andrew, who didn’t need to be told he could feel her up any way he wanted.

Soon Alexis was grinding on him, moving her hips to the music, and Andrew cupped his left hand over her left breast as he caressed her stomach and hip with his right. Before she knew it, Alexis began to enjoy feeling his cock stiffen, and began to want to feel like the slut that she knew she longed to be in these moments of sexual tension.

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(This is a description of my experiencing continued surprises in my sexual exploits and is a sequel to ‘Sexual Surprises’ earlier submitted under erotic couplings)

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In the college we have to take up project work to gain experience in handling realistic projects. A major part of this involves doing literature research and writing a thesis. Our project team had two members that included a girl classmate, Penny. We were writing the report and for this we decided to work undisturbed at her home rather than my hostel room. While my first two visits were eventless, the next visit turned out to be a pleasant surprise.

Penny used to live with her elder sister, a divorcee. While we were busy in our work, she used to look after us by serving tea and snacks. It was quite natural for Penny and me to joke around and in the process become physically nearer to the extent of holding hands or embracing. I did realize that Penny’s sister did not object to it and in fact showed more than usual interest in making us, rather me, comfortable. She had been divorced a little over one year back. Penny had told me that for the last six months she missed the company of her husband and she used to look forward to our joint session.

During the third visit when we completed one chapter, Penny suddenly kissed me in celebrating this milestone. It was a short peck but it did kindle a desire between us. I took her face in hand and gave a long kiss that was not resisted at all. I did not realize that Penny’s sister was watching us. She smiled and said, “It is nice to see two lovers kissing. I miss my own dating days.” She excused herself to go and make tea for us. This encouraged me further and I again kissed Penny and pulled her to my lap. I put my hand inside her tank top to play with her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and I had noticed this when she bent down to pick up something from the floor. I started to caress her smooth medium size breasts one by one. I held her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and gave them slight pinching pressure. This caused her to sigh deeply. She started to again kiss me on my neck and below the earlobe. I increased the pressure on her nipples that resulted in a light as she kept her eyes closed. I kissed her on lips, eyes, cheek and the entire face indicating my deep desire to make love to her. I did not care to stop even when Penny’s sister returned with tea and snacks for the three of us.

Suddenly Penny’s sister remarked, “It is unfair for the two of you to have so much fun without caring about me.” I responded by inviting her to join in the fun and pulled her to us by holding her around her waist. She did not struggle and put her hands on my face and kissed me deeply. As we disengaged she remarked, “This is my first kiss in over one year. I think Penny would not mind to share you as my date for the day. After all we are sisters.” escort bayan I smiled at her but did not say anything but Penny jumped up from my lap pulled me up with her and put my hands around her sister. I needed no further signal and hugged her sister and kissed her everywhere on her face repeatedly. It is obvious that these kisses had rekindled the sexual desire in her. She responded by tongue kissing me. All this time Penny was embracing me from behind and also extended her hand to unzip my pant and started to play with my cock that was already in a state of very high excitement although had only half extended so far due to it being confined within my pants.

Simultaneously she had lifted the skirt of her sister so that as my cock attained full extension she could press its tip to the pussy of her sister through the thin panty.

Things moved so fast after this as our natural instincts took charge. I pulled her panties down without stopping my kisses even for a moment. I then lifted one of her leg up to balance it on the chair and thus got an access to her pussy for my hungry cock. I pushed her back to the table next to the chair making her bum to partially rest on it. This enabled me to pull both of her legs around me. Penny had already pulled down my pants and underwear and was continuing to play with my cock while kissing me under the ear thus making it impossible for me to restrain myself any further from fucking her sister. As I entered her Penny’s sister cried out part in pain because of the large gap since she had last had her sex and also as the entrance to her cunt was not fully lubricated and partly due to the pleasure it was giving her. I commenced the in out motion and kissed her lips. I pulled open her top and moved my one hand to caress her boobs that were bigger than Penny but still firm and smooth.

I pressed her nipples a number of times. She responded with equal eagerness and was pushing her bum to meet my thrusts. I could feel that the yearlong suppressed sexual desire had opened up in her with such a vigour that I had to pump in my cock in her cunt with almost hurting force to satisfy her desire to be fucked. She seemed to have orgasm a couple of times but did not stop her own thrust until I reached my zenith and cried that I cannot hold any longer. She virtually shouted, “Don’t stop. Keep fucking and fill me with your cum”. We were oblivious of the presence of Penny during this period and I gave a few final thrusts and ejaculated with full force to fill her deep cunt with hot cum. Penny now pulled my face towards her and kissed my lips as if she was thanking me for the relief I had given her sister.

We sat down in the state as we were and had snacks and tea even though it had become cold without our realizing it as our minds were still occupied with what had just happened. It was a funny gathering. Penny’s sister tuzla escort was naked, I was naked below the waist and only the top of Penny was open. Penny’s sister then got up and came to Penny and pulled her top and skirt. Penny was wearing a pink panty. She then took off my shirt and pulled away my pants and underwear that were gathered around my ankle. She got down on her knees in front of me and started to suck the few drops of cum from my slightly limp cock. This attention as well as the first look at almost naked Penny had the desired effect on my cock. I pulled Penny near us and started to kiss her with lot of passion. Penny’s sister got up to hold Penny from behind as I bent down to kiss Penny’s pussy from top of her panties. I slowly pulled her pink panties down continuing my kisses from top gradually down to her now uncovered pussy. I then started to kiss her cunt after spending a minute to see it minutely as if to copy it in my mind. She responded by extending her both hands to hold my head pressed to her pussy. In the mean while Penny’s sister pressed her body to Penny from behind and started to play with her naked breasts and nipple. All this made Penny reach an orgasm.

As she jerked and became tense, I got up and picking her up in my arms I laid her down on the nearby carpet. Once she regained her breath I asked her whether she was still a virgin. To which the reply came from Penny’s sister that her husband had deflowered her when he was drunk. She ensured that he did not touch her again. I kissed Penny all over her body and finally sat down between her legs and put the tip of my already extended and hard cock at the entrance of her pussy that was already lubricated by the orgasm that she had just achieved. She smiled and I assured her that I would be very careful and not hurt her. I then commenced to fuck her and satisfy what I, and probably she also, dreamed about all throughout our close interaction during the project work. It was a slow loving fuck. Every stroke was a deep thrust in slow motion. The tempo was increased gradually until Penny shouted out, “faster, faster” as she was getting near to another orgasm. Penny’s sister was kissing her nipples and simultaneously fingering herself indicating that she needed to be fucked more. We all reached almost together to our orgasm, although I pulled out my cock to spread the cum on Penny’s stomach and public hair as I was not sure of her protection. However Penny’s sister pulled the cock in her mouth and sucked away the rest of my cum.

After some rest we showered, we had our dinner. We sat together on a sofa in the drawing room to enjoy a movie on the DVD player. The movie had quite a few scenes of lesbian love. I had seen Penny’s sister sucking Penny’s nipples while I was fucking her. I also observed that Penny was also playing with her elder sister’s boobs while we were having sex. This findikzade esc encouraged me to ask Penny’s sister to give an exhibition of lesbian love in person with her younger sister. While she showed some surprise it did not indicate shock. Penny on the other hand smiled to hear my suggestion. I prevailed upon them to agree for my ‘viewing pleasure’. We retired to the bedroom. I occupied a chair next to the bed. While Penny was wearing a top and jeans, her sister was only having a housecoat on. She took the initiative and pulled up the top from her sister to uncover her breasts, as she was not wearing anything underneath. She then started to kiss her on lips. Penny willingly surrendered and then pulled away her sister’s gown to make her naked, as she was not wearing anything underneath. The look of naked elder sister and topless Penny had the desired effect on my cock. I started to play with it from top of my boxers. The elder sister started to kiss Penny’s breasts all around and also hold her nipples one by one in her mouth. This made Penny to shiver and press her sister’s face on to her breasts with one hand and play with her sister’s breasts with the other. The elder sister pushed Penny on to the bed and pulled down her jeans. Here again Penny was not wearing anything underneath and gave a glorious view of her pussy. The elder sister now started to kiss Penny all over moving slowly to her stomach, navel, public hair and finally her cunt. Each movement down made Penny to show her rising excitement. As she started to play with her cunt and suck her clit, Penny had a strong orgasm. Her elder sister hungrily sucked in her juices.

This exhibition had made my cock hungry for action. I mounted behind the elder sister while she had her mouth buried in Penny’s cunt. I slapped my enlarged cock on her cunt and asshole that was exposed high and wide as she was bent on her sister. I applied the juices that were flowing even from the elder sister’s cunt on the head of my cock and slowly entered her cunt from behind. This made her squirm with delight. I straightway started to pump my cock in and out due to the urgency of release and also as she herself was on the verge of release of her tension through orgasm of her own. Penny opened her eyes and seeing what I was up to, started to press her sister to her own cunt and further pulled out the two halves of her sister’s ass to enable me to have an easier access. I pushed in and out with increased speed. The elder sister restarted to eat her younger sisters pussy. With an orchestra of cries and sighs we three almost simultaneously came and released our load. I filled the elder sister’s cunt with my cum, she showered her juices on my cock and spilled over to wet my public hair while Penny filled her sister’s mouth once again with her juices.

We were so spent that we had no energy to get up and wash. I just rearranged the two sisters to lie on either side with their heads on my shoulder, their one breast each on my chest, their one hand each holding my currently limp cock and their one leg each on my thighs- a perfectly symmetrical geometrical shape of a man and two women in embrace.

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So zogen sich nun die Wochen und Monate hin. Lea war jetzt mit Phil zusammen. Und da er von ihr Keuschheit verlangte, trug sie nun einen pinkfarbenen Peniskäfig aus Plastik. Den Schlüssel für das Schloss hatte natürlich Phil.

Lea meinte, dass es am Anfang schmerzhaft gewesen sei, da sie ständig einen Steifen bekam.

Aber jetzt könnte sie sehr gut damit leben.

Und ich. Naja, so fünf bis sechs Mal wurde ich in der Woche benutzt, doch auch ich selbst übte mich in Enthaltsamkeit. Eine gute Sissy spritzt nicht ab. Nur wenn es der Mann verlangt. Und das waren meistens Boris, Willy und Ali.

Und in der Uni lief es so vor sich hin. Bis kurz vor den Weihnachtsfeiertagen in der Mensa. Wieder einmal war kaum ein Platz frei und ich fragte eine Frau, ob ich mich zu ihr setzen dürfte.

Denn man weiß ja nie. Sie trug eine hell-beige Burka und schneeweißes Kopftuch und Schleier. Und so war sie bis auf ihre dunkelbraunen Augen verhüllt. Was mich nur irritierte war ihr Hüftgürtel mit einer Goldschnalle und ihren extrem hohen High Heels mit Leopardenmuster.

Und als sie es mir gestattete und dann richtig in ihre Augen sah, war ich hin und weg. Für einen Nano-Moment wünschte ich wieder männlich zu sein.

„Hallo, ich bin Fatima.”: sagte die Hübsche. Erst jetzt viel mir ihre Oberweite auf. Auf Körbchengrösse C kam sie mit Sicherheit.

„Äh…ich..äh.. bin Lara.”: stotterte ich zurück.

Ihre Augen hatten mich in den Bann gezogen. Fatima hatte ihre Augen so weit mit einem Eyeliner gezogen. Das man meinte Kleopatra würde einem gegenüber sitzen.

Ich fand es auch unheimlich interessant wie sie mit Schleier essen und trinken konnte. Das war etwas von Stil und Klasse.

Wir unterhielten uns über alles mögliche. Ihr gefielen, meine Fingernägel, die sehr passend zu meinen langen, schmalen Finger waren.

Sie nahm eine Hand von mir in ihre und streichelte darüber. Und es hat irgendwie ~Zoom~ gemacht.

„Hat eine sehr gute Freundin mir gemacht. Sie hat ein Nagelstudio.”

„Toll, du musst mir mal ihre Adresse geben. Du bist wirklich eine sehr schöne Frau.”

Mir stockte der Atem. Klar, dieses Lob hob mich gefühlte zwanzig Zentimeter über den Boden.

Aber seitdem ich als Sissy lebte hatte ich einen Wahrheitsdrang.

„Ähm, Fatima. Entschuldigung, dass ich dir das sagen muss. Aber ich will dich nicht anlügen.”

Mir wurde heiß und kalt. Ich erwartete nun einen arabischen Aufstand. Laut mit viel Gezeter. Aber da musste ich nun durch.

„Fatima, ich bin keine echte Frau. Ich bin Transgender.”

Ich erwartete nun den Vulkanausbruch. Sekunden vergingen, Fatima hielt noch immer meine Hand.

„Och, Transgender bist du. Ist das etwas anderes als eine Sissy oder Transe?”: sagte sie in einem ganz ruhigen Tonfall und sie hielt weiterhin meine Hand.

Nun war ich völlig überfordert und über ihre Reaktion überrascht.

„Aber ich glaube, ich muss auch eine perfekte Frau darstellen. Da es dir nicht aufgefallen ist.”

Wieder ratterte mein Hirn und kam auf kein schlüssiges Ergebnis.

Fatima schüttelte ihren Kopf und an ihren dunklen Augen erkannte ich, dass sie lächelte.

„Ich bin auf keine geborene Frau. Sondern so wie du.”

Mir fielen die Augen aus dem Kopf.

„Du bist mir schon beim ersten Mal aufgefallen. Keine Muschi-Frau bewegt ihren kleinen, süßen Po beim Laufen, so wie du. Und zieht sich so sexy an.”

„Äh..ja. Das hat man mir schon gesagt. Aber warum bist du so angezogen?”

„Ganz einfach. Hierunter erkennt mich keiner. Denn im Gegensatz zu dir. Würde meine Familie mich erschlagen, weil ich ihre dumme Ehre verletzt habe.”

Ungläubig schüttelte ich nun den Kopf. Wie konnte ich sie übersehen all die Zeit haben?

Nun kamen wir richtig ins Gespräch. Sie fragte mich aus und ich sie. Wobei ich aufgrund ihres Glaubens mich mit direkten Fragen zurück hielt.

Aber Fatima plauderte direkt und frei.

„Was ist mit deinem Schniedel? Willst du das wegmachen lassen?”

„Noch voll funktionstüchtig und nein, derzeit bleibt er dran.”

„Und, deine Brüste? Willst du da was machen?”

„Ich arbeite daran. Zur Zeit ist in dem Wachstum ein gewisser Stillstand.”

„Ach,Hormonbehandlung?”

„Eher nur Anti-Baby-Pille. Und wie ist das bei dir? Deine Oberweite kann doch nicht echt sein.”

„Ein entfernter Verwandter ist Fleisch-Designer und hat sie mir kostengünstig gemacht.”

Was heißt kostengünstig?”

„Naja, zwei Vergrößerungen, Nase und Wangenknochen für 3000,- plus mal nett zu ihm sein.”

„Wie nett? Inzest?”

„Das sehe ich nicht so. Er ist von meinem Urgroßvater, dessen Bruder, der Enkel. Außerdem ist er der Einzige der mich versteht.”

Wir sprachen so viel und intensiv, dass ich eine Vorlesung verpasste.

„Wir wär’s wenn wir uns mal heute Abend treffen? Du kommst zu mir und trinken einen Tee. Ich finde dich unheimlich interessant.”: hauchte sie.

„Klar können wir machen. Ich möchte dich auch näher kennen lernen.”

Und so ging ich am Abend zu ihr hin. An der Tür empfing escort bayan şişli sie mich. Mein Gott, was für eine Hübsche!! Denn anstatt ihre Burka zu tragen, hatte sie so etwas wie für einen Bauchtanz an.

In schillernden Grün mit goldenen Kettchen. Einen knappen Bra, so dass ihre Brüste fast oben raus fielen. Man konnte den Ansatz ihres Vorhofs schon sehen. Ein knappes Höschen und einen funkelnden, grünen Stein im Bauchnabel. Dazu trug sie einen hauchdünnen Umhang und transparenten Schleier. An ihren schmalen Füßen hatte sie nichts. Ich fühlte mich wie in 1000 unter einer Nacht.

Ich sah nun ihre langen, gewellten, pechschwarzen Haare und Fatima hatte unendlich lange Beine.

Wirklich ein Traumbody. Ein wenig Neid kam in mir auf.

Auch sah ich nun ihre Gesichtszüge, die im Gegensatz zu mir, absolut weiblich waren, mit ihrer kleinen, spitzen Nase und vollen Lippen.

„Komm rein. Mir wird kalt an den Füßen.”

Ich ging hinein und ein süßlicher, zimtartiger Duft stieg mir in die Nase. Und als Fatima vor mir herging, sah es aus als würde sie über die dicken Teppiche schweben.

Ihr geräumiges Wohnzimmer war hell eingerichtet und ich nahm Platz auf ihrem großen hellgrünen, samtbezogenen Sofa. Kurze Zeit später brachte Fatima auch schon den Tee. Doch meine Blicke waren auf ihr Dekolleté gerichtet. Ich fragte mich wann ihre Brüste den arabischen Frühling feiern wollten und ausbrachen.

Groß und sehr fest sahen sie aus. Und in ihrem Höschen sah man eine kleine Beule.

Ich konnte mich nicht mehr zurückhalten. Wir quasselten schon über eine Stunde und ihre Brüste zogen mich immer mehr in den Bann. Und endlich kamen wir auf ihre Brust-OP zu sprechen.

„Die sehen unheimlich fest aus, wie fühlen die sich an?”: fragte ich etwas schüchtern.

„Süße, ich dachte du fragst gar nicht mehr. Willst du mal fü..hlen?”

Fatima hatte den Satz noch nicht ganz ausgesprochen, da klebten meine Hände auch schon an ihren Titten. Warm, weich, fest und groß.

„Mashallah Amiraty. Du gehst aber ran. Ich wollte eigentlich das Oberteil noch ausziehen.”

Und während sie die Haken vom Bra löste, packte ich ihre Titten mit dem bräunlichen Teint aus. Ihre Vorhöfe dunkelbraun mit zwei harten Knospen. Es zog meine Lippen dorthin und Sekunden später saugte ich daran, wie ein hungriges Baby an Mamas Milchtüten.

Fatima ließ sich meine Liebkosung nur zu gerne gefallen.

„MMMHH Ja. Machst du das gut.”

Ich hatte schon einige Brüste zwischen den Lippen, aber keine waren so groß und ich könnte mich auch täuschen, aber ich hatte einen süßlichen Geschmack auf der Zunge.

„Gefallen sie dir?”

„Und wie! Die schönsten Dinger die ich je gesehen habe. Welche Größe sind die?”

„D, jeweils 627 Gramm pro Stück.”

Und als ich ihre Titten sanft streichelte, bemerkte ich auf der Unterseite zwei kleine Narben. So sind also die Silikonkissen eingesetzt worden. Bei Vanida wurden die Brustwarzen abgenommen und darunter die Beutel eingesetzt.

Und auch ihr sahen die Brüste echt aus. Nicht von der Form, denn bei Fatima sah man zwei Bälle. Kein Busen dieser Welt war so geformt. Ich meinte eher die Symmetrie ihrer Zitzen. Beide gleich nach vorne gerichtet.

Und während ich noch fasziniert an ihren Titten hing, öffnete Fatima die Knöpfe meiner Hose.

Erst jetzt löste ich mich von ihren wunderbaren Brust.

Schnell flogen meine Pumps und Hose in die Ecke und ich sah, dass die kleine Beule in Fatimas Höschen ausgewachsen war.

Für eine Sissy hatte sie aber einen großen und strammen Riemen dort.

Sie fingerte meinen Steifen seitlich aus meinem Tanga und massierte diesen zärtlich mit zwei Fingern.

Fatima beugte sich dann über mich und unsere Lippen berührten sich, ganz sanft, wie der Flügelschlag eines Schmetterlings. Dieser wohlige Schauer setzte ein. Ich streichelte mich an ihr abwärts. Dann zuerst nur über ihrem Höschen, später so wie sie bei mir direkt am harten Schaft und prallen Eichel.

Unsere Gefühle erregten sich immer mehr und aus den zärtlichen Küssen wurden leidenschaftliche Zungenküsse.

Nun rubbelten wir auch unsere Schwänze und ich bemerkte, dass sie leicht behaart war.

Das tat der Sache aber keinen Schaden. Denn Fatima hatte so etwas wie einen frisierten Kurzschamhaarschnitt.

Sie kam jetzt immer mehr über mich, so dass sie nun unsere Ständer zusammen in eine Hand nehmen konnte und uns nun gemeinsam wichste.

Dazu ihre innigen Zungenküsse.

Zwischenzeitlich musste ich an rosafarbene, fliegende Elefanten denken, um nicht jetzt schon abzuspritzen. Meine Hände klebten wieder an ihre Titten, was mich noch mehr aufgeilte.

Ich lag nun auf dem Rücken und Fatima küsste sich abwärts, knabberte an meinen Mini-Tittchen und ihre Zungenspitze strich danach ganz langsam über meinen Bauch.

Mit den Beinen stand ich noch auf dem Teppich, als sie sich dazwischen kniete.

Fatima küsste sich um meinen Pimmel herum. Strich zuerst mit ihren Fingerspitzen und danach mit ihrer Zunge an meinen vollen taksim bayan escort Eiern und dann am Damm. Auch jetzt streichelte sie ganz zärtlich meinen Schaft.

Ich wurde immer geiler, zitterte schon ein wenig. Ich rutschte mit meinem Po etwas vor und als sie hätte sie darauf gewartet, strich sie mit ihrer nassen Zungenspitze durch meine Poritze.

Ja, fast automatisch winkelte ich meine Beine an und hob sie hoch.

Und so konnte sie nun tiefer eindringen.

Ihre Zunge umkreiste mein Poloch, ein schrecklich geiles Gefühl. Meine Härchen stellten sich überall auf.

Dann ganz vorsichtig und nur mit der Zungenspitze ging sie durch meine Rosette.

Was vorher nur ein tiefes sehnsüchtiges Einatmen bei mir war, entwickelte sie nun zu einem leisen Stöhnen.

Fatima machte das aber auch gefühlvoll und langsam.

Immer tiefer drang ihre Zunge ein und ich konnte nun zum ersten Mal selber erleben, wie das ist in der Arschfotze geleckt zu werden.

Dann nahm sie zwei Finger und führte sie in meinem Anus ein. Und so wie es auch Vanida getan hatte, gab mir Fatima eine Prostata-Massage.

Es war himmlisch, wie sie mit ihren Fingerkuppen über meinen Sissy-G-Punkt glitt.

Ich fing fast an zu hyperventilieren. Besonders als sie sich mit ihren Lippen und Zunge an meiner empfindlichen Eichel zu schaffen machte.

„Du hast so einen süßen Pimmel. Ich kann nicht genug davon bekommen.”: nuschelte sie zwischenzeitlich.

Und ich konnte nicht genug von ihren Liebkosungen bekommen.

Aber ich wollte nun auch was zwischen meinen Lippen haben.

„Und..ich will..deinen Riemen schmecken. Gib ihn mir.”

Und so kletterte Fatima über mich. Ich hatte ihren steifen Schwanz mit der dunkleren Haut direkt vor meinem Gesicht. Nur wenige Zentimeter von meinen Lippen entfernt. Sofort küsste und leckte ich ihren Schaft ab, lutschte an ihren Eiern und Fatima fing lustvoll zu stöhnen an.

Ich nahm ihren Pimmel in die Hand, rubbelte ihn und bog ihn etwas zu mir herunter. So konnte ich mich nun intensiv um ihre pralle Schwanzspitze kümmern. Zuerst leckte ich nur daran, dann steckte ich mir ihre Eichel in den Mund.

Dabei massierte ich ihre Pobacken, umkreiste ihre Rosette und steckte dann gefühlvoll meinen Finger in ihren Darm.

Ein lautes und doch sinnliches ~AAH ~ und ~UUH~ war von ihr zu hören.

Jetzt besann sie sich auch auf ihre Sissy-Tugend und nahm meinen Prengel tief in ihren Mund und fickte mich mit zwei Fingern in meiner Sissy-Pussy.

Und so saugten und schmatzten wir uns gegenseitig die Schwänze ab.

Dieser geile Rausch nach mehr setzte wieder ein, als Fatima anfing mich im Mund zu ficken.

Wie ich fest meine Lippen um ihren Schaft presste und ihre dicke Eichel über meine Zunge glitt, tief in meinen Rachen.

Benutzt und doch verwöhnt werden. Was will eine Sissy-Schlampe mehr?

Fatima fickte mich immer heftiger in den Mund und saugte doch an meinem Riemen als wäre sie süchtig nach dem Geschmack meines Milch-Shakes.

Nun halfen auch keine rosafarbenen Elefanten mehr. Ich konnte es nicht mehr zurückhalten und so pumpte ich Fatima die volle Ladung Sperma in den Mund. Und sie saugte unvermindert weiter, stöhnte und schluckte. Bis auf wenige Tropfen Wichse, die ihr aus den Mund liefen, genoss sie meinen warmen Samen.

Jedes einzelne Spermien holte sie aus meinen Eiern.

Ich zuckte und zitterte unter ihr, aber Fatima ließ nicht locker und lutschte immer weiter meinen Schwanz.

„Bitte, bitte höre auf. Ich kann nicht mehr, mein Sack ist leer.”: bettelte ich meine arabische Freundin an.

Fatima schaute zwischen uns durch. Ihre Lippen waren noch spermaverschmiert und lächelnd sagte sie zu mir: „Wie war das schon alles? Ich habe Hunger.”

„Vielleicht später. Aber ich kann nicht mehr. Komm her und küsse mich.”

„Na denn. Dann hast du bestimmt nichts dagegen.”

Sie stieg von mir ab und kniete sich zwischen meine Beine.

Dann gaben wir uns einen leidenschaftlichen Zungenkuss und sie fing an sich meiner Arschfotze zu widmen.

„Entschuldigung, aber ich habe seit ewigen Zeiten nicht mehr selbst gefickt.”

Ihre langen, schmalen Finger bohrten sich wieder durch meine Rosette und dehnten diese auf gefühlvolle Weise.

Fatima rückte mit ihrem Steifen immer ein Stück näher heran. Dann nahm sie ihren harten Prengel in die Hand und rieb damit über mein Schwänzchen, schlaffen Sack, den Damm und Poritze.

„Jaaaaa, gleich ficke ich dich.”

Stöhnte sie, während ihr Reiben immer heftiger wurde. Mit der anderen Hand nahm sie ihren Speichel und feuchtete mein Poloch ein. Bis sie sich letztendlich nicht mehr zurückhalten konnte.

Ihre pralle Eichel drückte nun gegen meine Arschfotze und da sie keine Gleitgel benutzt hatte, befürchtete ich gleich einen brennenden Schmerz.

Dann drückte sie immer mehr zu und mein Schließmuskel gab langsam nach.

„Jaaa, komm benutze mich. Lass mich deine willige Sissy sein.”

Forderte ich Fatima auf. Stück für Stück drang ihr Schwanz göztepe escort in meine Sissy-Pussy. Das Brennen war nicht so stark, wie ich es vermutet hatte. Denn das Eindringen ihres harten Pimmels in meinem Darm war heftiger. Ihre Schwanzspitze schob sich langsam in mir vor. Dieses schöne drückende Gefühl setzte ein, was bei mir eine Gänsehaut brachte.

Fatima stöhnte heftig bei jedem sanften Stoß, als würde es ihr nicht schnell genug gehen.

Sie hob meine Beine an, legte diese auf ihre Schultern und stütze sich mit ihren Händen auf meine Mini-Tittchen ab.

Dann mit mehr Kraft stieß sie das letzte Stück ihres Riemen in mich hinein. So, dass Fatima mir etwas Luft aus den Lungen presste.

„UUH..Jaaaaa..so mag ich das! Und jetzt fick mich endlich.”

Fatima zog ihren Schwanz zur Hälfte heraus und stieß ihn kräftig hinein. Ihr Blick war von Geilheit besessen. Anscheinend hatte sie wirklich schon lange ihren Prengel nirgendwo reingesteckt.

Denn schon nach wenigen Sekunden rammelte sie mich so feste, dass mein gesamter Körper durchgeschüttelt wurde. Ich konnte kaum spüren, ob ihr Riemen nun ganz in mir war oder nicht. So schnell fickte Fatima mich.

Sie stöhnte und jauchzte auf arabisch. Aber man konnte die Freude darin erkennen.

Aber so schnell sie mich auch im Darm hämmerte, so schnell kam auch das Ende.

Sie stöhnte immer lauter, japste nach Luft. Stoppte dann kurz und schon beim Herausziehen spritzte sie ab.

Und es waren keine Sperma-Fontäne wie ich es sonst kannte. Es war ein langer Strahl wie aus einem Wasserschlauch. Nur war das hier, geiles, warmes, weißes, cremiges Sperma und zwar in einer unendlichen Menge mit einem unvorstellbaren Druck. So sehr, dass sie mich mit ihrer Wichse bis an den Hals traf.

Immer und immer wieder, klatschte ihre dicke Ficksahne auf meinen Körper.

Fatima zuckte und zitterte. Und anscheinend mochte sie es genauso wie ich, diesen langen Orgasmus, wo man ohne Hilfe immer wieder ein wenig abspritzte.

Nur mit ihrem harten Schaft rieb sie ein wenig unterhalb meiner Eier. Ich sah ihre fette Eichel wo jedesmal ein Schwall Sackrotze auf mich heraus spritzte.

Als die Sperma-Flut dann etwas abebbte und ich über und über mit Wichse voll war, schob Fatima ihren Schwanz wieder in meinen Arsch. So hatte sie mich nun innen und außen mit ihrer Ficksahne markiert.

Jetz nahm sie mit Daumen und Zeigefinger immer wieder lange Fäden ihrer Sacksahne von mir hoch und abwechselnd lutschten wir ihren herrlichen Samen von den Fingern.

Langsam floss ihre noch immer warme Wichse an mir herab, es war ein tolles Gefühl.

Fatima legte sich nun auf mich und verrieb mit ihren großen Titten das Sperma auf mir und doch gaben wir uns immer wieder leidenschaftliche Zungenküsse.

Der Geruch und die Wärme ihrer Sacksahne entzündete wieder ein kleines Feuer der Geilheit in mir.

Noch lange lagen und küssten wir so, bis ihre Wichse zwischen unseren Körpern angetrocknet war und klebte. Ich fühlte mich auf Wolke sieben, obwohl es in meinem Poloch noch immer etwas brannte.

„Ich glaube wir sollten duschen gehen. Einzeln oder gemeinsam?”: hauchte Fatima mir ins Ohr.

„Nur mit dir zusammen.”: antwortete ich.

„Gefährlich, gefährlich.”: gab sie lächelnd zurück.

Sie nahm mich bei der Hand und wir gingen ins Bad. In der Wanne stellte Fatima die Dusche auf eine angenehme Wärme. Immer noch küssend, seiften wir uns gegenseitig ein und mit einem weichen Schwamm wuschen wir uns die Spuren von unserem Liebesakt ab. Fatima stand nun hinter mir und ihre zarten Finger glitten über meinen Rücken. Dann küsste sie meine Schulterblätter und ihre großen Brüste drückten gegen meinen Rücken.

Ich drückte entgegen und streckte dabei meinen Po etwas raus.

Da fühlte ich wieder ihren Halbsteifen an meiner Poritze.

„Kannst du schon wieder?”

„Hey, bei so einem süßen Po, könnte ich immer. Dein Hintern ist echt der Wahnsinn. Darauf brauchst du schon einen Waffenschein.”

Jetzt massierte sie sanft meine Pobacken und ging immer wieder zärtlich durch die Poritze. Vom Steißbein bis zum Damm. Sie ließ sich unheimlich viel Zeit dafür.

Dafür wuchsen unsere Schwänze umso schneller.

Fatima ging in die Hocke und ihre orale Liebkosung an meinem Po nahm Fahrt auf. Sie spreizte ein wenig meine Arschbacken auseinander und ihre Zungenspitze berührte meine Rosette.

Wir beide stöhnten etwas im Gleichklang. Fatima war wirklich besessen mein Poloch zu lecken.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass sie nicht genug davon bekommen würde.

Tief drang ihre Zunge nun ein und als sie dann noch anfing mich so ein wenig damit zu ficken, fingen meine Beine zu zittern an. Eine Gänsehaut nach der anderen glitt über meinen Körper. Dazu das gierige Schmatzen von ihr. Nun strich sie gefühlvoll mit einer Hand über meinen Damm, massierte zärtlich meine prallen Eier und rubbelte sanft meinen Steifen. Von der Eichel bis zum Sack waren ihre Finger, dazu ihre Zunge tief in meiner Sissy-Pussy.

Ja, sie wusste wie man verführt.

Fatima ließ sich viel Zeit, von Eile keine Spur. Denn ihren ersten Druck hatte sie ja schon abgebaut.

Nur war ich dafür nun umso geiler. Ich wollte sie in mir spüren.

„Bitte, bitte. Nimm mich. Ich will dich in mir spüren.”: sagte ich bettelnd und keuchend.

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It was the evening before I was to have 40 million dollars transferred in to my account. I was pretty excited; this meant I could now afford to have a kick-ass mansion built on my island. I would then retire to my island, until I grew bored of it. I reckon it was gonna take about six months from designing, to building my mansion. I would of course be designing each room myself, with the help of an architect.

There was a knock on the door.

“God damn it who the hell is that now?”

I was hoping to get an early night. Well, it was 20:00 now so whoever it was would be gone way before 00:00. I opened the door to find Anya standing there wearing some tight jeans, and an equally tight t-shirt. She was wearing that magnificent smile, and hugged me as soon as she saw me. I hugged her hard, as I didn’t want this to end but she finally pushed back. I had not seen Anya since two days ago when we had dinner after lunch. After she had hugged me, she stepped passed me in to my home. I stared at her ass, and stopped. I have to go to the bank to get 40 million dollars tomorrow morning at 08:00!

“Uhhh Anya? Are you planning to stay the night?”

Jesus I was about as subtle as a Doberman.

“Of course silly! But don’t worry; we’re not fucking. I know you have to get up early tomorrow. I was hoping we could just… You know… Hang out.”

“Oh right. Ok. Sure. But I do have to go to bed early. It is a school night,” I laughed.

Anya smiled, and sat down on the larger of my couches. I sat next to her, and was lost for words.

“So errrr… What did you want to do? Have you eaten? Would you like a drink?”

She smiled; I think she was probably holding back a laugh.

“I haven’t decided yet. Yes. And a glass of red wine; any will do. Do you have any single malt whiskey?”

Jesus. My girl was asking for single malt whiskey! I had no idea if I had any or not. I doubted it. I’m not a whiskey drinker. I’m not a drinker to be honest.

“Errrr I’ll check about the whiskey. Stay there and I’ll bring the drinks up. Actually do you wanna come with me down in to the cellar? If there are any single malt’s in the house they’ll be down there.”

“Sure; I can check out your wine too.”

We went down in to the wine cellar and Anya spent about five whole minutes checking each wine, and all the two bottles of single malt whiskey I had. After she had picked, we went back up stairs, and I poured myself in a cider.

We sat back down on the couch, and I was again lost for words. As I was putting on some music (I love Enya), Anya started the conversation about who had brought all the wines down in my cellar; as I obviously knew nothing of wines. I told her that Helen had helped me choose this house, and she was also very much in to wines. From there we talked about everything from fashion, to the mansion I was going to design. At this point it was near to 23:00 and Anya and I were lying in each others arms in my bed. Anya started to kiss me, as she could probably not think of what else to talk about. I reached up for her boob and groped her, and tweaked her nipple. I then started to rub her crotch through her jeans, and she started to moan in my mouth. I slipped a hand under her t-shirt, and started to grope her breasts under through her bra. I was in heaven, until Anya broke the kiss, and escort şişli said that we should get to sleep now, as we had an early start in the morning. She undressed in front of me, but left her sexy dark green bra and matching panties on. I on the other hand sleep naked, and so we again drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

We were abruptly awoken by my alarm clock, which I threw at the wall. It exploded in a fury of metal cogs, glass and plastic. I started to go back to sleep, until Anya told me to get up. It was ironic that she was telling me to get up as she was the one on top of me. I had a dilemma on my hands; currently I was in heaven with Anya lying in my arms in a nice warm bed. But on the other hand: if I got up I would be rewarded with 40 million dollars. Before I could decide, Anya threw the covers off me; liberating all heat from the bed, and exposing me to the chilly air. Anya was in and out of the bathroom before I had even got up from bed. It was 06:00 so I had an hour to get ready; plenty of time. I used my access time to tease and annoy Anya; she is the most sexiest thing when she gets angry. I told her so and she grinned, but still looked angry.

As we were going to the bank to meet my clients, Anya just couldn’t help getting me back by rubbing my crotch, and kissing my neck. I was rock hard by the time we had parked in the underground car park of the bank. I was reluctant to go out; because it would look as though I had a SPAS12 shotgun in my pants. Anya laughed at me as I painfully got up, and then added to my torture by bending down to adjust her shoe: she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I caught up with her couldn’t stop feeling her bare ass under her tight, short business skirt. We went in to the lift, and Anya pressed the control as my hands (And tongue) were busy. I hear 9 beeps till the lift stopped; I was surprised to see that we had gotten to the right level on time; as usually all the major transactions were done on level 16. Anya broke our kiss, but the doors weren’t open. The lights flickered, and then the control display said:

“Lift stopped due to technical difficulties. Please use the telephone provided to call for assistance,”

“Awwwww shit.” I said.

“I’ll phone Helen and tell them that were gonna be late,” Anya sighed.

I picked up the phone, and waited for a reply.

“Yellow? Who’s there then?” Said a man who sounded as though he had just come out of the stone age greeted me.

“Errr hi, I’m stuck in one of your lifts,” I said rather dumbly.

“Oh right… Well err… Sorry but I’m just about to go to my lunch mate, but I’ll phone the other technicians… But I have to warn you; we’ve had complaints all day; photocopiers, scanners, PCs the lot. I reckon you’ll be in there for quite a while: about 1 ½ hours at least.”

“What do you mean ‘I’m just about to go to lunch’? Well can’t you just put off lunch?”

“Calm down now, calm down. It aint too bad in there is it? Do you have any one with you to keep you company?”

“Well yeah…”

“Well then! You just sit tight for about 2 hours, and we’ll get you out in no time. Oh, and I’d take off some of your clothes now, cos there aint gonna be any a/c if the lifts not moving.”

“But…”

He had hung up. Anya looked at me for an answer.

“He said that they’re bostancı escort gonna be about 1 ½ to 2 hours.”

Anya looked shocked.

“And he said that we better take our clothes off.” I added with a surprisingly straight face.

Anya looked doubtful.

“No really; he said that if the lifts not moving, there won’t be any a/c,”

Anya squinted at me as if to see if I were telling the truth, and sat down in the opposite corner of me. I sat down beside her, and leant in to kiss her. She pulled off and said smugly:

“If there isn’t any a/c we better stay cool don’t you think?”

I was lost for words. But I did have an idea. I took off my jacket, shirt, and pants. I was there in my boxers looking at Anya when she looked down at my crotch. My cock was rock hard. I looked back up at Anya but she was still staring at the tent in my pants. I got up, and pretended that I was looking at the elevator controls, but I knew too well that because my boxers have no buttons at the front of them I had slipped out. I set my watch to go off in 1 ½ hours, and turned around to see Anya staring as if in a daze at my rigid cock. I smiled, and sat back down; my cock staring at the ceiling just like it had done the week before, when I had fucked Anya for the first time.

“You know you wanna.”

She looked up at me, and scowled. I could see that her forehead was beginning to get sweaty, and as she took off her business jacket; her under arms were equally wet. By the way she was pushing her legs together; her pussy must have been soaked. I started to stroke my cock, as I did so Anya licked her lips. I dunno why this girl loved sucking cock and swallowing come so much, but I was not complaining. I took my boxers off completely, and then sat next to Anya. I started to kiss her neck and she moaned.

“I hate you,”

I smiled, and started to descend to her shoulders, and by doing so I lowered her blouse. I started to unbutton her blouse, and lower her bra straps. As she wasn’t wearing any panties it wasn’t too much trouble getting at her sopping pussy after I had gotten pass (Practically ripped it off) her skirt. I took her bra off and started to plant light pecks on her boobs leading up to her nipples. I licked and sucked each nipple; which were both rock hard because of the heat and my teasing. Anya grabbed my cock and started to stroke me up and down. She got up, and dragged me with her by my cock. She then put her hands to the wall and shoved her ass out to me. I took hold of her hips and started to enter her. Damn I don’t know how I could have survived one night without fucking this girl. Her love box was incredible. It fit me like a glove; a very tight glove. I pushed all the way in to her and she let out a little moan. I then began to pull slowly out just stopping before my head popped out of her pussy. I pumped her slow for about 10 minutes. Until I shoved my cock hard in to her, and turned her around whilst she was still skewered on my rigid member.

I started to go at her hard and slow, each time lifting her right off the ground whilst my tongue explored her mouth. After about 45 minutes; I could feel that she was about to come; because her pussy was starting to clench over my cock, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to pull my cock out of her dripping pussy. I grabbed nişantaşı bayan escort her ass, and by pulling her ass cheeks apart I could allow myself to pull out of her gripping pussy. Her moans had changed from long groans to little squeals. I let go of her ass, and as she started to come rammed my entire length in to her and lifted her off ground with only my cock holding her up. She let out a scream, and as the full blast of her orgasm hit her, my balls were saturated with her juices. She looked as though he was in heaven when I finally put her down. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t came, the fuck I had just had was one I would not forget in a while.

Anya started to come back to reality; and saw my erect cock covered with her pussy juices. She instantly dropped to her knees, and started lick her pussy juice off my cock. When my cock was clean, and shiny; she started on my balls, and sucked all the juices she could find off. She then went straight back to my cock, I fucked her face and within four pumps I was in her mouth and throat up to the hilt. Damn her throat felt so good on my head that I started to pump her face harder and faster. She started to moan and the vibrations went straight to my cock; I could feel the come starting to rise from my balls. I pulled out so my head was resting in Anya’s sweet mouth and I came with such force that her eyes went the size of base balls. I carried on coming, and she just kept swallowing. For the final blast I shoved my cock all the way back down her throat, and shot the remainder of my come. Anya was still swallowing, and the feeling of her trying to swallow my cock, as well as my come felt so great on my member that I started to come again. I came in her mouth this time, and she swallowed my second load just as fast as my first. Nothing was spared, as she ate her second breakfast of the day. I pulled out of her mouth, and she smiled up at me. Just then my watch started to beep; and we rushed to pull our clothes on. I had just put my jacket on, when the same gruff voice that had answered the telephone said:

“Hello? Are you still down there?”

“No, we fixed it our selves!” I shouted back,

“Oh well that’s alright then I can get back to my post then,” the voice answered back,

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Just get us outta here!”

“Alright we’ll have you out of there in a jiff,”

It took them about ten minutes to get the elevator working, and us out of there.

“Look, thanks for your help. Sorry I was a bit tense before.” I apologised to the technician.

He looked back in to the elevator quizzically and then looked back at me. I looked around and just remembered that I had forgotten to grab my boxers in my rush to get my clothes back on.

“Looks like you had a good time anyway. I can understand why you were so tense; disturb you did I?” He laughed, as I rushed back to grab my boxers.

The rest of the day; and the transaction that made me in to a multi-millionaire didn’t take too long surprisingly. My clients were understanding about the lift; seemed that the computers on this floor weren’t working anyway, so we had to wait a further 2 hours till a technician (Thankfully not our friend from before) fixed them.

I returned home with Anya, and we decided to celebrate at her place. Anya tempted to make dinner, but I ended up making a second dinner after Anya thoroughly burned the lasagna. Granted that was my fault, as I was the one who was kissing her. We ended up just lying in each others arms, and kissing for the rest of the evening.

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Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 01

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Sarkopheros Says:

Finally, the first Brod to come out after the survey! Sorry about the lag, guys. December has been crazy-busy.

I’ll talk more about it after the story, but if you didn’t know, at the beginning of the month I held a survey for people to put in their thoughts and help determine the future course of Brod. This is the first of the issue after that.

This story does not contain the actual breeding, but it does contain the lead-up as well as sexy parts. The problem is that I realized I was up to around 7,000 words and only about halfway done, so I split it in half.

Expect breeding, light femdom, overpowering virility, cum inflation, and a bunch of crazy people.

***

Five dozen women sat in a small but lavish ballroom inside the Jouissance Hotel and Resort: Osaka. Most of them were Japanese. There were a couple of white women and also a number of Chinese in the mix today. There were tables with green tea, coffee, fruit, and snacks both American and Japanese.

They chattered amongst themselves until the doors opened. The interpreter stood up. In walked my two wonderful doctors.

Dr. Nahid Ghali walked with a bit of a wobble. Her titanic tits (pun intended) lead the way, jiggling back and forth, sandy-colored cleavage exposed. Her dark hair was up in a bun, as usual, exposing her long neck. She wore a low-cut dress that barely contained that bosom. The long skirt did some, but not enough, to hide the fact that she was walking with a slight bow in her legs.

Dr. Yara Andrade followed. She was more reserved, in a green pantsuit that contrasted her caramel complexion. Her hair was back in a ponytail, her toned ass perking up in the suit. Her dark eyes surveyed the room.

Last through the door was Jane Kelley. She was the shortest and darkest of the three, with skin like espresso and a short pixie cut. There was a pencil skirt about her hips and a blazer buttoned around her chest. She gave the crowd a big, warm smile. Then all three ladies bowed, and received them in turn.

Jane looked toward the interpreter and spoke up, “Are you ready?”

“Of course, Ms. Kelley,” she said crisply. She was taller than the woman, and I imagine she found it a bit strange to be looking down at an American. Her dress was businesslike and smart, her glasses high on her nose, her hair pulled back. “So long as you are,” she added with a demure chuckle.

Jane smiled and lowered her voice as she got closer to the interpreter. “I’m always ready, Shizuka-san. I need to mention something, though.”

“Yes?”

“Mr. Kanayama sees himself as a servant to these women. He wants to make sure they see him as an equal, so if we could refrain from ‘sama’ or ‘sensei’? An interpreter last year kept calling him ‘Ganshin-sensei’,” she explained.

Ms. Shizuka laughed. “Are you sure she was not being sarcastic?”

Jane shrugged. “Well, she ended up in the room, too, so….”

“I see. I observe this is a rather … unique … job,” said Shizuka.

“And I wouldn’t trade it for another,” chuckled Jane. She patted the interpreter’s arm. “I’m ready to address them when y’all are,” she called over her shoulder.

Jane took a position in front of the crowd and flashed that movie-star smile of hers. Dr. Ghali smiled as well, and Dr. Andrade did her best not to look mean. She managed a small curl of the lips.

Silence fell. Shizuka folded her hands in front of her.

“Welcome, welcome, my treasured guests! Future mothers! I am honored to have you all here, and I know that Mr. Kanayama is, as well,” she said. “He is getting ready to begin serving all of you!”

***

As she addressed the crowd, I was in my suite, warming up. I huffed my way through push-ups, my feet up on a counter and my hands on a pair of chairs. This allowed enough room for my swinging, head-dwarfing nuts, and my near twenty inches of heavy meat to hang below me. On the floor, push-ups are impossible for me. After a while, I hopped down and began doing lunges. Then side lunges. I had to make sure my hips were loose, after all! With each rep, smak! my gigantic nuts bounced against the tiles.

And how am I telling you this story if I wasn’t there, you might wonder? If you find me describing something I couldn’t know, then you can assume that I am re-telling with help from those who were present. My employees told me all about how the orientation went.

***

Ms. Shizuka spoke up, her words clear and crisp. She repeated the message twice—once in Japanese, once in Mandarin.

Jane waited for her to finish.

“My function here is to make sure y’all are ready and know what to expect. And, truthfully, it’s a hard job, because no matter what I tell you, you’re in for a shock once you get into that room!” said Kelley. “Y’all seen pictures, heck, maybe you even seen a video. But I can’t tell you enough, future-mamas. Oh, no, I can certainly not! The knowing is not the fatih escortları understanding.” Jane went behind a covered table at the front. She stooped to grab something under it.

WHUMP. She slammed a massive dildo onto the top of the table. It was an effigy of my cock, all twenty-eight inches of its over-half-foot-thick length.

Jane waved her hand above the rubber cock, molded in purple plastic. “This big ol’ rubber dick is cast from from Mr. Kanayama’s penis!”

A collective gasp! Ms. Shizuka’s eyes got as big as the moon. Her jaw fell.

Several women yelled at the front.

“What are they saying?” asked Jane.

“They are … skeptical. To be polite,” said Ms. Shizuka, unable to tear her eyes away from the dildo on the table. “Have you … have you had sex with him?”

“I’m not really into that,” answered Jane with a shrug. “Ask Yara or Nahid.”

“What? You’re not into that?” Shizuka didn’t seem to understand.

“I don’t do it,” said Jane.

Shizuka squinted. “Then why on Earth do you do this job, Ms. Kelley?”

“Same reason as several of the ladies that work for Mr. Kanayama do. There’s a lotta baby-troubles in my family. I don’t want to get into it. But I tell ya this, Shizuka-san. Mr. Kanayama makes nothing but healthy, strong babies.” Kelly smiled. “And when you see the look on a new mama’s face? Mmh! That’s a treasure. We ready to continue?”

“Yes, of course.”

A third of the audience was squirming. Over half of them seemed enthralled and delighted.

Dr. Andrade spoke up. “I am Dr. Yara Andrade, and to my right, this is Dr. Nahid Ghali.”

“Yes, and we’ve stood by as Brod knocked up tens of thousands of mothers, just like you!” said Ghali, a little hum in her throat. “Don’t worry about your little Japanese pussies, he’ll stretch them right out!”

Shizuka squinted at Ghali.

“Don’t repeat her,” snapped Yara. “Nahid, you’re being racist.”

“What? Japanese people are statistically smaller,” said Dr. Ghali.

“I don’t care. Act professional. This is why you didn’t get to come to the orientations last time.” Yara looked at Shizuka and gave one of those weird, unnatural smiles of hers. “Ignore my colleague.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Shizuka-san, tell the ladies that Brod has impregnated tens of thousands of mothers with strong little babies, and he has had sex with over a 120,000 women.”

“Hyaku … nani…. How is that possible?!” gasped Shizuka. “He’s … that’s impossible! Is he a machine … a god?!”

“He’s … something,” grunted Yara. “He wouldn’t want you calling him a god. But he does spend most of the day having sex. Imagine an … otaku? … with a huge cock, big muscles, and an insatiable libido, and you get Brod.”

“Dr. Andrade and I may have turned him into a monster,” laughed Ghali. “His cock could be satisfied by just a dozen women in a day when I first met him. We helped change that,” she cackled.

“He’s been very interesting to study and to experiment on,” said Yara. “He was instrumental in proving a few of my theories. Anyway. Ladies, can we concentrate?”

“Right. Like I said, tell them he’s impregnated over thirty … uh … What is it now? Almost 40,000 women. And he’s had sex with over 120,000. He’s a professional. He knows what he’s doing,” Jane reassured Shizuka. “He’ll treat ’em great.”

Shizuka shook her head. “I cannot believe this.” She repeated the message. There was another gasp, more shouting.

“More skepticism?” asked Yara.

“To put it mildly,” answered Shizuka.

Jane shook her head. “I figured. Anyway. Ladies!” She took her position at the front once more and gave a single clap. The overhead projector showed them a layout of the room. She began pointing with a laser. “We’ve taken over a spa facility within the hotel. There is a central pit area where Mr. Kanayama will be serving you. It is going to get very messy. And thanks once again to our partners at the Jouissance for providing these venues. There will be seating around the central area, here.”

Shizuka dutifully translated. Jane continued, “You can watch from there, or rest after he’s done with you. If at any time you need help—if you want to be carried to the showers, if you just need help getting to a lounge to recover, just holler and someone will help you. We will have people bringing water and refreshments. If you need either, just yell. There is a recovery room here, separate from the main area. Showers are here.”

“Brod will be spending about … oh, six to ten minutes with each of you,” said Dr. Ghali, a devilish grin on her lips. “Mmmh! But trust me, those are going to be the most intense ten minutes of your lives. If you don’t have at least one orgasm each minute … well, maybe you’re dead inside!”

“Don’t repeat that last part,” said Yara. “We’re going to have to muzzle you, Dr. Ghali.

Shizuka shook her head and hesitated for a moment before speaking sarıyer escortları again.

“Are there any questions before we begin?”

A Japanese woman who couldn’t have been over four-ten, even shorter than Jane, raised her hand and asked a question.

Shizuka turned to Jane and said, “Ah. She wants to go first.”

***

FOUR DAYS PRIOR….

In many mammals, there’s a sort of reproductive frenzy that they undergo called “rut.”

If you’ve read some of my other stories, you know that I’m nearly always horny. I guess having balls bigger than your head will do that, but even before I grew I was like this.

You might also remember me introducing Dr. Nahid Ghali in Doctor’s Note. She is, primarily, a reproductive endocrinologist and works closely with me in my fertility treatments. Sometimes very closely.

She concocted a mixture of supplements and herbs that suppress my fertility—but the treatments also helped me to control a lot of … other things.

I sat in my office with my employees. The chair I’d custom-built allowed my cock and balls to hang comfortably, almost straight down. There was a smooth, circular gap between my legs.

I have issues with normal chairs. I can tolerate them for a while, but each of my nuts weighs over twenty-one pounds. My cock, flaccid, weighs over fifteen. So you take near sixty pounds of flesh and dangle them over the edge of of a chair—well, that gets uncomfortable after a while. If I’m in the wrong chair, my balls start feeling tingly. So I’d put my skills with wood (not my own) to use and built something that was fitted to my unique body.

My bloated sperm-factories rested against the floor, feeling even heavier than usual. I hadn’t been out of the house in days. I was wearing a respirator mask with the lenses blacked out. That was the only thing I wore. I was in my own home, after all! I leaned my elbows on my knees, breathing steadily. With my bulky, solid body, I looked like a silly version of Bane.

“How is he doing?” asked Yara.

“He’ll be at full power in a few days when we go on the trip,” said Nahid.

“F-Day snuck up on us,” said Mariam.

“You, maybe, I’ve been suffering like this for a week and a half,” I grumbled. My balls were so full! I let out a grunt. I hadn’t fucked in hours.

It was like the feeling you’d get after drinking a two-liter of Mountain Dew and going on an eight-hour car ride, but in my balls. There was just so much pressure inside my sperm-factories! They were noticeably larger than before, so sensitive that even rubbing on the tiles felt good. I could feel every motion as they shifted, ripples in the semen inside. Drip-drip-drip. I was producing so much semen without the control supplements that my jizz was backing up into my cock. It trickled uncontrollably from my tip. It made sleeping a lot messier than usual.

“How many have RSVP’d?” I asked.

“785 so far,” replied Jane. “But we’re expecting plenty’a walk-ins. My girl over there in Osaka, she tells me she heard tale of ladies from Russia and China chartering a plane to come visit you.”

I shook my head. “What? Why would they charter a plane and not RSVP?”

I could feel Jane’s shrug. “It’s just a rumor.”

“All of the RSVPs are clean,” said Yara.

Mariam spoke up, “And all of them have paid up.” I couldn’t see her, but Mariam looked like a taller, more slender version of her mother, Dr. Ghali. They shared the same prominent, angular nose and cheekbones. Like Dr. Ghali, she had enormous tits. “AR is looking pretty fine right about now.”

“Just like you, Ms. Ghali?” I asked.

“Please. I’m in sweatpants,” she said.

“I’m not even wearing anything!” chirped Dr. Ghali. My house is clothing-optional.

“Yes, thank you, mother. That’s very helpful,” said Mariam. I had a feeling she was rolling her eyes. “We’ve saved a lot of money over this time last year, Brod. That deal with the Jouissance chain is going to work very nicely for our bottom line. And we have the illustrious Ms. Kelley to thank for that!”

“So flattering, Ms. Ghali! But I reckon you were instrumental in that deal, yourself. From what I hear, good ol’ Chantal Dubois squeeze a quarter so tight the eagle screams,” said Jane, referring to the COO of the Jouissance.

“I bet the deal would have been even better if we’d let Brod do the negotiating,” said Nahid. “She was a shapely little blonde! You coulda just hiked that skirt up, and—”

I felt a pang in my balls. “Stop talking about that,” I grunted, leaning back in the wooden chair. I sighed. “I can think straight with this mask on, but it won’t take much to set me off.”

“Boy, you’re hornier than the runnin’ of the bulls,” said Jane.

“I’d probably fuck a cow right now,” I grunted.

“We could get one!” suggested Mariam, sounding pretty excited.

“I am not fucking farm animals,” I laughed. “Do you really think it’s a good idea maltepe escortları for me to father a race of minotaurs?”

“Yes!”

Her mother said, “Yara! Go home and get your mascot suit! Oh, that thing is so creepy!”

“My fursona is an ibex, not a cow,” said Yara.

“And that suit is actually really well made,” said Mariam.

“Why thank you,” said Yara, a ghost of a smile in her voice. “It took me months.”

Mariam continued. “And you have those stilts for the … the zigzag … you know, the goat legs, and everything.”

“Unguligrade,” supplied Yara. “Or, if you’re bad at reading, ‘digirade.’ “

“I thought that was called digitigrade?” I asked. I was thankful. This zoological banter was rather helpful in keeping my mind off my explosively full balls.

I felt the sticky puddle of my jizz squish against my feet. Hngh. I needed pussy or ass. Right now, gender didn’t matter. If I had a twink in front of me, I’d try to knock him up, too!

“Oh, whatever you call it! That thing is….” Doctor Ghali was probably shaking her head. “I really don’t get people! There’s conventions and everything, thousands of people for a bestiality fetish! I will admit, though, your costume is far less unsettling than most!”

“Kids love my costume,” said Yara.

“Until their parents find out what it’s for!” insisted Ghali.

Yara sighed. “I’ve never used it for sex. It’s not about that.”

“Who cares if she wants to dress up like an ibex?” I asked. “It’s not like she busted out with the fursuit while I was trying to bone her clients or anything. And she’s never even mentioned bringing it out when we’re … playing our games.”

“Jane, what do you think about this?” asked Dr. Ghali.

“Yeah, it’s strange, but whatevs, son,” said the agent.

“They fantasize about bestiality!” insisted Ghali.

I felt hands on my shoulders. Yara spoke up again. “Let’s change topics. I trust you assigned all the employees and my girls the contraceptives, Dr. Ghali?”

“You know I did,” she answered.

“Then I think we should talk about Brod. About all those dozens of dripping-wet Japanese women he’s going to be fucking. Tight, virginal little pussies. Pink and pretty,” purred Yara behind me.

Nahid cackled. “Oh, yes! Poor Brod. You’re going to be neck-deep in poon real soon! All those vacant wombs to fill! All that wet pussy-juice just rolling from those pristine lips!”

My cock began to inflate. I groaned. “Come on, guys.”

“You’re going to be the one cumming,” whispered Yara. She ran her nails down the back of my neck. Her voice became huskier. Sterner. Commanding, but not cold. This was Dom Yara. “Mmh. My dearest pet. My prized breeding bull. I’m going to have you making so many babies with that big, fat cock of yours. You’re going to stretch out womb after womb after womb….”

“Augh. Whatever you want, Mistress,” I moaned. “Show who you want me to fuck,” I grunted.

I felt her arm reach past me. Nails scratching along the top of my raging cock. Cum mixed with pre, a mottled clear-white slurry that poured from my tip. My balls felt like someone was squeezing them. I moaned as I felt Yara’s toe on the back of my scrotum. “Mistress!” I groaned.

“I still don’t know how you get him to do that, Yara,” muttered Jane.

“It’s because she looks like Korra,” said Mariam.

“Who?” asked Jane.

“You’re such a good servant to me, Brod,” said Yara.

Nahid laughed like a witch. “Yes, Brod, you’re going to serve hundreds of itty-bitty vaginas! Just imagine. Hundreds of women on all fours, waggling their little butts, wet for you, begging for Brod Kanayama’s baby-batter. You’ll grab their hips and sink that cock as deep as you can, make them screeeeeam!”

“Nahid, stop it,” I groaned. This was all part of Yara’s game. She had goaded Nahid into goading me. Nahid, unfortunately for her, was much more oblivious. “Seriously, my nuts feel like they’re going to explode. When are those girls going to get here?” Dripping became pouring. I could feel the fluid rolling down my cock’s throat.

“Why? I’m prepping you!” Nahid insisted. “I thought pussy was your favorite thing ever? You did fuck several hundred coeds down on the beach for Spring Break, didn’t you? Oh, my, those college freshmen, so young, so nubile, many of them virgins! And of legal age! All those sweet little cunts, ripe for the inseminating! String bikinis, barely-covered asses! Just push that strip aside, and….”

I heard people moving around the room. Nahid was directly ahead of me, sitting on my desk, completely nude. I clenched my hands. My monster cock was at attention, hard as an oak, pulsing with power. It bounced with my heartbeat. My sperm raged. Yara clicked her heel, purred, and pushed against my balls with her foot.

She kissed my neck. “You want to serve me, don’t you, sperm-slave?” asked Yara.

“He’ll serve all of Japan! Oh, Brod, I bet you feel like you’re going to explode!” laughed Nahid, delighting in my sperm-fueled misery.

“I just said that, Nahid!” I growled.

“Don’t you snap at me slave-boy,” said Nahid. “Just imagine, grabbing a girl’s hips, pushing that huge dick up against her dripping slit….”

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