“I had a dream about you last night.”

I looked up and across the table into her spectacle framed green eyes.


She had slightly, although somewhat pleasantly, surprised me with her declaration as she sat down to drink her coffee and light a cigarette.

“I hope you enjoyed it?”

Her eyes twinkled and a lascivious grin spread across her slightly chubby face.

“Oh I did, I enjoyed it very much, but I’m not sure about you.”

I had not imagined myself being propositioned in such a way during my coffee break and I was flattered by the way the conversation was going.

“I would love you to tell me all about it, you never know, maybe one day we could make your dream come true?”

“Well, it was a bit of an odd dream I suppose, and I guess it’s pretty unlikely, but we were……………..”

She stopped talking as the door to the smoke room opened.

“I swear if I have to spend another day in that damned packing room I will jack this fucking job in for good!”

I raised my eyebrows and tried to convey a disappointed look,

“better get back to work.”

I winked at Roz before standing up to leave.

“Glad to hear you are having a good day Helen, I’ll leave you two girls in peace to plan the demise of the management.”

Helen scowled and sat next to Roz, “Fucking men!”

And with that I left and went back to my office.

I had been working with Roz for about six months and although her conversation had often been spiced with sexual innuendo, it had never been any more than that of several others of the female employees. It was just a bit of fun to get you through an often tedious day in a food factory.

I sat at my desk wondering about the content of Roz’s dream and if some day it could indeed come true for her and at the same time resolve unfulfilled fantasies of my own.

Roz was a fairly plain looking girl, about thirty pounds overweight for her five feet two inches, but she was not unattractive.

Not someone I would think of settling down with, but certainly someone I could easily share a dream or two with.

Her prime attribute was her personality. She was very easy to speak to and extremely difficult to offend and she called a spade a spade.

At thirty seven years old she was 3 years my junior and like me, was married to an older person and had a teenaged son and daughter.

For the rest of the day I found myself periodically bringing her to mind and looking forward to her account of her nocturnal fancies. It was obviously of a sexual nature and as my home sex life was in a bit of a lull at the time, I planned to extract the most I could from the situation.

I didn’t have long to wait.

The very next day we, by chance, elected to take our morning coffee break at the same time. Disappointingly there were several others that chose the same period so we were not able to discuss the details of my role in her sleeping fantasy.

We were however able to sit opposite each other and, when I announced my intention to return to my daily chores, to my surprise she discreetly passed me three folded pages of notepaper which I gratefully accepted and placed in my shirt pocket.

I opened them at my desk and read in graphic detail how we had somehow been engaged to babysit for her granddaughter and once the young baby was fast asleep in her cot had taken full advantage of our time together.

I had seduced her, I had quickly discovered the absence of panties atop her stocking clad legs and relished her overly moist sex with an enthusiasm that I would find challenging to aspire to.

I developed a throbbing erection as I read on about her genuflection and impassioned oral stimulation of my genitalia.

I wished that the content of my dreams was as stimulating as her chronicle of hers.

We made love; (Yeah in your dreams) I chuckled to myself, as I pumped into her, piston like, until our licentious union achieved its orgasmic peak.

She finished the piece with xxx and a request.

(Btw, how big is your cock?)

I spent a lot of time in the remainder of the day in contemplation of how I would reply to her essay, finally deciding that a short allegory of my own would be most appropriate, and determined that I would set about writing the piece at some time that evening.

As luck would have it, I was left alone at home that evening for a few hours. My wife had gone to visit her parents and my kids were both out at friend’s houses.

I found it a relatively simple task as I was using her story, and the accompanying boner that it gave me, as inspiration.

It detailed a visit that I would pay to her and the passionate and steamy embrace that would ensue the second we stood behind her closed front door.

How I would explore every contour of her body as we stripped each other naked in the hallway.

How I would lead her to the living room and ravage her on the sofa.

How I would eagerly lap at her most intimate fluid.

How my penis would explore the full depth of her vagina and push into her cervix and bring her to orgasm after exhilarating orgasm.

How we would lie together for just a few short moments before our passions were aroused and our celebration of sensual enjoyment would begin again with renewed vigour.

I finished with kisses as she had done and added;

(Btw, my cock is uncut and 8 inches long. Do you ever shave your cunt?)

I was a few minutes early arriving at work the next morning and decided to have a smoke outside the factory gates before entering as it was a fine and warm summer morning.

Before long I saw Roz walking toward me, so I retrieved the folded papers from my back pocket and passed them to her as we walked together into the factory.

She had a cheeky almost childlike grin on her face as she took them from me and thanked me. In my view she had grown from, just another one of the girls, into something extremely desirable and I hoped that her response to my composition would be a favourable one.

As we entered the main door I looked behind me to check if anyone could see, and then gently squeezed her right buttock as an intimate, but friendly, gesture before we parted company at the bottom of the stairs to go to our respective changing rooms.

I paused briefly to watch her ascend; my eyes fixed on the broad backside whose fleshiness I had just fondled.

Her tight black leggings that clung to her rump like a second skin displaying her ass crack to fine effect and leaving very little to the imagination as to how it would appear in the flesh.

I wondered at just how easily I was being filled with desire for her and how, just the thought of her, caused a profound stirring in my loins.

I had to mentally shake myself before I entered the male locker room to retrieve my white coat, and concentrated on my day’s rota of meetings, quality control and the problem of the two tonnes of goujons that were being returned as unsatisfactory, in order to clear my mind of her and return my penis to its flaccid state.

Although we both walked to and from work we took different routes but I decided that, on that evening, I would walk with her as our break times had not coincided all day and I was extremely curious to find her reaction to my note.

We only actually lived about ten minutes away from each other and I thought it would give us an opportunity to chat on the way.

I felt slightly guilty and more than a little conspicuous as I loitered just outside the factory’s main door as the workforce filtered by me at the end of their shift. Constantly shuffling through my pockets and walking back and forth in a feeble attempt to make it look as if I had forgotten something.

When Roz finally emerged I gave her a smile which she returned, and walked with her to the gates.

“You don’t normally come this way John.”

For some reason, that remains unexplained to me, I lied.

“Um, I have to pick up a bottle of wine, and there is an off-licence at the end of your street.”

She actually thrilled me when she said, with a very girlie giggle,

“I hope you don’t plan to lead me astray and take advantage of me?”

“Is that a warning or an offer?”

“It’s whatever you like to make of it John.”

At the top of the hill we stopped briefly at the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the lights to change before crossing the busy main road.

“I hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I enjoyed reading yours Roz?”

It seemed a long time before she replied,

“Did……….um… I mean would you, I mean, oh fuck, what the hell, would you like to do it with me?”

She seemed embarrassed at what she had just said and I have to admit to feeling a warm glow in my face.

“Yes………I think I would….I mean……… for fucks sake what’s up with me? I would really love to do it with you.”

I wanted to grab her there and then, and hug her and kiss her, and I have a feeling that she wanted to as well, but we were in a public street and we both knew that whatever we done had to be performed in seclusion.

“John?” She looked up at me with questioning eyes,”Is your cock really eight inches long?”

I confessed that indeed it was but was taken slightly aback by her response.

“Fucking hell John, that’s nearly as big as my vibrator.”

We were both still laughing as we turned the corner into her street but her face became more serious as she looked up at me and asked,

“How can we possibly meet? Most of the time it is impossible for you to visit me at home and I suppose it is just the same for you, but we really must do something. I’ve got a feeling that we could really enjoy some time together.”

I had to agree with her but we had almost reached her house and we needed more time to talk about it.

I considered the situation for a short while.

“How about if we get up for an early start in the morning and take a nice slow walk into work together?”

Work in the factory was always available for people that wanted to start or finish an hour or two early or late, so it would be no problem to explain our early departure to our respective partners.

“I could meet you at the bottom of your street if you like?”

“Ah, don’t know if that’s a good idea as I think Linda is working early tomorrow, and she may be passing by. What about if I meet you outside the Methodist church in the High Street?

“It’s a deal; I’ll be there at ten to six.”

“I will look forward to it John, see you bright and early tomorrow.”

“Oh, by the way, I normally just trim, but I will shave it for you if you like.”

“Trimmed is fine Roz, see you in the morning.”

She went into her house and I walked on but at the top of the street I paused for a while before deciding I deserved a small celebratory drink, and went into the off-licence, thereby freeing myself from the pang of guilt I had felt when I lied to Roz.

Morning didn’t come soon enough, it was a beautiful day and even at five a.m. the sun was shining strongly through the bathroom window as I showered and shaved.

I even turned the attention of the razor to my scrotum and trimmed by pubes.

I was also scolded by my wife for whistling, which is something I reserve for dressing to go out of an evening, and never do in preparation for a days work.

I chided myself for being so ignorant of the simple things that can betray a cheating husband to their wife.

I tried not to sound too cheerful as I pecked my wife on the cheek and said goodbye before I left home.

I was five minutes earlier than I needed to be, but this worked out well as Roz was early too and our paths crossed a couple of streets before our designated meeting place.

I think her mood was almost as buoyant as mine and we were instantly discussing how we would set about finding somewhere to experience our intimate encounter.

We turned into a back alleyway. I was hoping to find at least a few moments to steal an embrace and share a kiss, but I felt that we were still too public and vulnerable.

It was Roz that suggested that we explore an alley that led down the hill about a quarter of a mile from our workplace.

It was walled but overgrown with trees and bushes on either side of the steep steps that led down the hill, and completely deserted apart from ourselves.

We descended a dozen steps and then simultaneously stopped and held each other in a crushing embrace and kissed.

Her lips were soft and warm and her tongue instantly probed my open mouth, at first relaxed as it traced my lips, and then long and firm as she emulated coitus with it.

Our tongues wrestled frantically, exchanging saliva.

I sucked at her tongue; she sucked at mine.

I pulled her top lip into my mouth, gently nibbling on it.

We pushed against each other, my rigid manhood enjoying the pressure of her crotch on its throbbing length.

I slipped my hand inside the waistband of her leggings and under her panties, my middle finger pushing into the crevice and finding its way over her anus to her rorid sex.

She pushed her bottom backward causing my finger to engage with her clitoris as her hand began rubbing hard against the rampant bulge in my trousers.

I opened my eyes and noticed an entrance in the wall that was a few steps down from where we stood.

Reluctantly pulling my hand out and breaking our kiss I drew her attention to the gap and suggested we investigate.

About four feet in from the alley, there was a gate, it had become unattached from its hinges but remained standing, precariously supported by the branch of a tree that had been left to grow behind it.

I peered through the narrow gap between it and the gatepost to see a long forsaken and neglected garden.

I pushed on the gate.

It opened just wide enough for us to squeeze through.

We both surveyed the area and found that we were not overlooked and immediately resumed our coupling.

We kissed even more fervently than before and Roz fumbled with the button and zipper of my trousers to free my swollen prick from its undesired confinement and after our lips parted company, pulled them along with my underpants down to my knees.

I swiftly tugged her leggings and panties into a similar position and returned my hand to attend her increasingly moistening cunt as she bent and lowered her lips onto my swollen and tingling glans penis.

She pushed eagerly against me as I easily pushed two fingers inside her, rapidly vibrating them in the hope of bringing her to orgasm before I ejaculated.

She was just so incredibly adept at giving head, and I was so incredibly excited that I knew I would not be able to constrain myself for much longer.

I cupped my other hand behind her head, stroking her hair, caressing her ears, and encouraging her to take my whole length into the warm, wet embrace of her throat.

My other hand was so soaked with her vaginal effusion that I was able to push four fingers inside her, causing her to moan with pleasure and push even harder against the intrusion.

“Oh fuck Roz …Roz………..oh fuck….I’m gonna cum.”

Her only response was to suck harder at my cock.

I watched as she allowed me to face fuck her; the entirety of my spittle covered cock pumping increasingly faster into her mouth, covering her chin with drool.

My buttocks tightened as my seed forced its way through the length of my excited shaft.

Convulsion after convulsion overtook me as my sperm pumped from me into her throat.

She clawed at my arse cheeks as she tasted the first blob of my spunk, then pulled them apart and forced the tip of a finger into my rectum causing me to push forward even further and crush her nose against my pubic hair.

Her lips remained tightly sealed around my pulsing shaft as I emptied myself inside her, still sucking at me as it slowly lost its rigidity, but finally letting it leave her mouth with a plop.

She took it in her hand and looked up at me as she slowly stood, and licked her lips before saying,

“Fucking hell John, I hardly had to swallow that. It went straight down.”

I pulled her head toward me and kissed her deeply, tasting my cum on her lips then looked her in the eyes.

“That was fucking amazing Roz, did you cum too?”

“Oh fuck, you bet I did………….three times!”

I lightly pushed her away from me and looked down at her hand still fondling my flaccid cock and then saw her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. I cupped two fingers between her legs and scooped out some of her juice and raised them to my lips to taste.

She ran her tongue between them to share her musky lubricant with me until I slipped them out of the way and our tongues joined together once again.

I know I shouldn’t have done it, and I feel guilty for doing it, but I had to, I had to look at my watch.

“Oh fuck.”

“Roz!…… Oh shit…’s almost a quarter to seven.”

I pulled up and refastened my trousers as she rearranged herself and then she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me even more passionately than before.

She was a fantastic kisser and I really wanted to reciprocate but we were supposed to start work at 7am and we would need five minutes to get there at a fast walking pace.

Fortunately Roz understood perfectly and we quickly squeezed back through the gate, almost skipped down the steps and turned onto the main road at the bottom, finally arriving at the factory gates with just three minutes to spare.


Later that morning I did my rounds of the factory, performing the health and safety role that was an integral part of my job as quality assurance officer, and found Roz assigned to packaging at the end of a production line.

It was an ideal opportunity to talk to her as she was working alone.

“Roz, I’m sorry.”


“Yes sorry, I feel I have used you.”

“Um, excuse me, but didn’t I use you too?”

The feelings of guilt that I had been experiencing since our early morning encounter began to disperse.

Although I was very pleased that Roz had assured me that she had achieved three orgasms, I still felt that she had serviced me like an unpaid whore and I hadn’t come anywhere close to making her dream come true.

And then there was the guilt of having cheated on my wife.

I had spent several moments trying to remember times when she had given me a blow job equal to that which I had received from Roz that morning and they were all in the dim and distant past and in our courting days when she was the hottest sex partner imaginable.

“I suppose you did to a certain extent Roz, but I do feel that we didn’t really fulfil either of our dreams and fantasies.”

She laughed, then displayed a more serious expression.

“Are you trying to tell me that this morning was the first and last?”

“Oh shit, no, at least I sincerely hope not”

“Then I will gladly accept your apology on the condition that you will arrange another meeting for us where I will enjoy more use of you.”

“Same place, same time tomorrow?”

She agonizingly contemplated my question before questioning me.

“Did you notice the porta-cabin at the bottom of that garden?”

I had noticed the dilapidated structure but hadn’t given it any thought as my mind was concentrated on more urgent matters, but I could see that it could potentially be of use to us.

“I did, yes.”

“Maybe we should check it out tomorrow?”

I agreed with her, but became aware of our current situation and the inordinate amount of time I was spending with her.

Factories have a way of conjuring up all sorts of rumour and speculation about any liaison between opposite members of sex, or indeed, members of the same sex in one or two circumstances. The merest hint of any attraction between members of staff can have catastrophic and completely unfounded results.

“Tomorrow it is then.”

“Could we make it a bit earlier?”

“Half five?”

“Suits me.”

I left her and resumed my duties, ensuring that I spent more than my usual time with some of the other girls, in order to dispel any chatter about the attention I had given to Roz. Then I admonished myself for allowing my paranoia to get the better of me.

I was pleased with my current predicament and sure that my worries and doubts were completely unjustified.

It was 5.20am when I left my house the following morning and I was surprised to find Roz waiting at the bottom of my street.

“John, I’ve got some good news! It had completely slipped my mind but hubby is on earlies this week and I had totally forgotten that my son is doing his work experience with him today, and as you know Kelly (her teenage daughter with the young baby) lives with her boyfriend and my house is empty.”

My mind raced through a thousand thoughts as we walked back to her house. Most predominant was the idea that although we may not be able to satisfy the wish for her dream to come true, we could certainly satisfy the fantasy that I had detailed in my note to her.

She opened the door for me and I stepped into the hallway.

She kicked her trainers off as she leaned back against the door to close it and I bent to remove my shoes. I started to reach out to her as I straightened myself up but found she had already removed her jogging bottoms and revealed the black suspender belt and stockings beneath, that framed her now completely shaven cunt.

I dropped to my knees as she moved toward me, allowing me to use my tongue on the bald flesh between her parted legs.

My hands delighted in the feel of her nylon clad legs as I caressed her calves, nibbling on the hood of her clitoris as I felt up towards her fleshy thighs, and then pushing lightly on her inner thighs to part her legs further and allow my tongue to work on her delicious slit.

She was dripping, she was moaning.

She had removed her top and I was surprised that her tits were quite small in relation to her overweight body. I undone my shirt and removed it.

“Oh Fuck Roz, sit on me.”

I lay back on the carpeted floor and she stepped over me, turning as she did before getting on her knees and slowly lowering her ample bottom down to my face.

Her quim glistened with my spit and her juice. I dug the fingers of both hands into her butt crack and pulled her cheeks apart to view her slightly puckered, dark brown arsehole as it sank upon me and came to rest on my nose.

I breathed in the ambrosial balminess of her back passage as my tongue sapped her vaginal exudation whilst she quickly relieved me of my trousers and boxer shorts and feasted once more on my ossified member.

She had that early morning fragrance, so hot and horny, accompanied with that illusive taste and smell that only a female can produce when they are aroused.

I clasped her buttocks in my hands and pulled her onto me.

My tongue tickling her stiff clit as tremors of excitement began to pulse through her sending wave after wave of glorious female wetness into my eagerly awaiting mouth.

I could have easily remained in this position until her oral expertise brought me once more to a mouth-filling climax but I had to exert control over myself and persuaded her to release me by pushing up on her bum and sliding from underneath her.

I brought myself to my knees and turned to face her, my cock already leaking pre-cum from its extended state.

She grabbed it and fiercely wanked me and I vibrated two fingers inside her creamy twat as we kissed again sharing each others genital and oral fluids.

I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet as I stood, and then turned her around, my cock pushed firmly between her bum cheeks as I cupped her tits in my hands.

“Take me to your living room.”

She walked forward, opening the door on our right and went in to kneel in front of the sofa, just as I had said in my story.

She rested her head on the leather settee throwing her arms out on either side of her.

Her legs spread wide, offering me an exemplary view of her sodden cunt and anus.

I got down behind her and almost dived into her, my tongue poking at, and entering her arsehole before plunging once again into her delicious pussy.

I had to check myself again, remembering that in my story it was at this point that I had entered her.

I somewhat grudgingly raised myself up and directed my penis toward her holes, rubbing my deep purple dome between each orifice, teasingly pushing against each one before changing direction.

I pushed just the head of my dick into her cunt and then, using my hand to exert pressure on top of it, rubbed it hard against her clitoris.

Her response was instantaneous.

Her buttocks trembled like a huge white blancmange as she involuntarily spurted out more of her sex cream.

My cock became covered in the glutinous discharge.

I pumped my glans quickly in and out of her before thrusting full force into her.

The trapped air exuding a rush of wind between my cock and her thoroughly lubricated vaginal walls and emanating in a fanfare of sound more associated with a flatulent stomach.

The filthy sound spurred me on into a frenzied bombardment of her sex.

I pounded her, pumped her, grabbed her hair as I shafted her, and spanked her buttocks, reached under her to further excite her clit with my fingers.

She moaned, she trembled, she spurted she farted, she called for her saviour and her creator.

We both puffed and panted.

I screamed.

“Oh God, here it comes baby.”

She blurted out.

“Yes… yes…. Yes…. YESSSSSSS.”

I spurted out.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

I spurted inside her.

Her cunt now so creamy and wet I could barely feel any friction against my knob, just that mind numbing, almost indescribable and incomparable sensation of incredible orgasm.

I gradually slowed, I had to, and I didn’t want my cock to fall out of her.

It was happy in her intimate warmth and wetness, it was enjoying itself.

It wanted to be full again, it regretted being male and cursed with incapacity after it had reached its glorious peak. It wanted to go on and on and delight its mate with its incredible prowess.

I was shrinking, I pushed into her as hard as I could.

I leaned back so that my pubic bone pushed hard against her rectum.

My once proud and rampant protuberance had lost its power and was finally defeated by the hot air of a woman and was duly ejected from her by another wet and spunky fart.

“Fuck John, that was incredible!”

My ego inflated slightly

I looked down at her arse and saw my cum leaking slowly and almost graciously from her distended pussy. Even her arsehole glistened with moisture and looked exceedingly inviting.

I couldn’t resist it.

I went down on her.

“Do you think you can cum again John?”

I felt my cock.

It was not in its smallest state. In fact it was a little more than semi hard.

I sucked at her slit, savouring the taste of our combined ejaculate, realising that amazingly, I was still turned on and incredibly, beginning to regain an erection.

“Would it help if I sucked you John?”

My cock seemed to jump in my hand and I rubbed it lightly.

I slurped a little more from her cunt and then forced myself up and straddled the sofa offering my only slightly flagging cock to her mouth.

She took it eagerly between her lips.

It was the kiss of life.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and she sucked hard enough to draw any remaining fluid from my balls.

It was a fucking miracle, my cock lived to fight another day.

I started to fuck her face.

I knew she could easily take all of me, and I was determined that she would have all of me.

I extended my thrusts, feeling her throat clamp tightly around my bell end.

She sucked harder at me, bobbing her head up and down my shaft for all she was worth before suddenly pulling her head away and screaming, “FUCK ME!”

“Please, fuck me again.”

I quickly knelt behind her as before.

I looked down at her and saw nothing but a wanton slut begging for my attention.

I pushed my knob against her bumhole.

It forced its way inside.

“Oh fuck John, please. Not in there. Please don’t do me in there.”

I withdrew for a few seconds, but seeing her arsehole gaping in front of me, somehow calling to me to use it; I replaced my bell end at the entrance to her rectum.

I pushed harder, watching as my purple dome slipped inside her.

“Oh shit John, PLEASE don’t do it.”

Two more inches of my now steel hard dick forced its way into her.

“Fuck John PLEASE, Oh Fuck John”

I withdrew slightly.

“Oh John, Please”

I pulled out.

“Please John, Please don’t”

Very slowly I eased back into her

She, somehow, seemed looser and more receptive to my advance.

“Please don’t John, please don’t do me there.”

I pulled out so that only my cock head was in her then pushed in further.

“Oh fuck John, Oh fuck, please, no, oh fuck.”

I withdrew slightly before pushing half of my length into her.

“Oh my God John No.”

Three inches of my rod were now pistoning inside her.

“Fuck John No, Oh fuck John no, Oh fuck John, fuck John fuck John Fuck me John.”

I increased my stroke.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck me, yes, oh fuck me please John fuck me, ahhhhhhhhh.”

Three quarters of my length was pumping into her arse.

I could feel a resistance at the end of each stroke that was further accentuated by her ooooooh’s and ahhhhhhhhh’s.

I stopped briefly, slowly pushing my knob into her.

Plumbing the depth of her dirt box.

The resistance gradually waned.

My prick became totally engulfed by her.

My bollocks resting against her labia.

Slowly I increased my pace until my groins were slapping against her flabby bum at the bottom of each stroke.

I was panting like a dog.

She was screaming like a banshee. Forcing herself back against my thrusts.

My testes once again sprang into action pumping my spunk through my urethra and into her back passage. Each spurt forcing me to ram my length deep inside her until finally I collapsed, sweating, onto her back.

She rolled over, my cock plopped out and we landed, sitting beside each other on the floor.

“That’s the first time anyone has done that to me.”

I caressed her hair and lent forward to kiss her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry I made you do it, sorry I took advantage of you.”

She looked down at the puddle of sperm that had formed between her legs, and then looked back at me and smiled,

“John, you have been a naughty boy.”


Three Months Later……..

We met at the top of the alley that led to our secret garden.

Roz was there first as usual.

I took her hand as we bid each other good morning and after a brief, tongue wrestling, kiss, we walked down the steps.

“What the fuck has been going on here?”

“Jesus, John, what are we going to do?”

I couldn’t answer her. I just stood and stared, open mouthed, at the scene that lay before us.

The gate was lying on the ground inside the entrance. The branch that had been supporting it had been sawn off, but worst of all, our porta-cabin that we had used at least twice a week for the last 3 months was now a pile of twisted metal, scorched timber, and ashes.

Our early morning boudoir had been destroyed.

As had the erection that had been an integral part of our rendezvous from the moment we first kissed.

I turned to Roz and saw the tears welling up in her eyes……….

I remembered the first time we picked our way carefully through the jungle that had at one time probably been the impressive garden of the cliff top house that had long since disappeared under the erosion of time.

How we had avoided the bramble and vines that could so easily ensnare an unsuspecting foot and cause you to crash to the ground.

And how we had arrived at the threshold and peered in to the dank interior.

The mouldy stench of damp rotting carpet and other unrecognizable debris that had been left to decay, that had at first appalled me as it hit my nostrils, but now strangely awakens a vision of lust in my mind.

It had obviously been used initially as an office but judging by the assorted litter strewn over the floor it had seen many other uses.

The cabin was divided into two rooms; the room to the left contained a filthy mattress, that a vagrant or drunkard had seemingly found use for as it was surrounded by numerous empty beer cans and bottles.

The room to the right had two large desks, a slightly marked but still serviceable swivel chair and a couple of moulded plastic ones.

There were quite a few used condoms lying around and a couple of girlie mags and a discarded pair of quite small sized, black lacy panties, that I imagine were left behind after having been used to wipe something after a sexual encounter.

Roz saw them and remarked,

“She must have left in a hurry.”

I looked at my watch and thought we had better get a move on too.

With that I took Roz over to the desk by the window.

It was relatively clean but on that first occasion we only used it to place our bags on and for something for Roz to lean on.

I crouched and pulled her jogging bottoms and panties down allowing her to pass one foot out through the legholes and part her legs.

I think Roz’s expectations of our morning encounters must have been similar to mine, as her cunt was as wet as my dick was stiff when I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and tongue tickled her clit.

Whilst imbibing in the ambrosia that was her most intimate offering to me, I undone my trousers.

It was always hard for me to pull my mouth away from her deliciously juicy cunt.

It was always so natural. It was clean but un-perfumed.

All of the flavour and odour was manufactured entirely by Roz.

It was her very own and unique designer fragrance and I loved it.

I ran my palms up her legs, briefly squeezing her buttocks, before going under her top and then her bra to rest on her small tits, my bollocks coming to rest against her shaven mound before bending my legs slightly to allow her to deftly guide me into her.

It was the first time we had fucked face to face and although I had enjoyed so much taking her vaginaly and analy in a doggy fashion, I was totally smitten with the sensuous warmth of our bellies pushing together and our mouths entwined as my penis snuggled in the luxurious wetness of her perfect place.

She clenched my bum cheeks, drawing me into her.

“I love you inside me John.”

I scooped under the weighty flesh of her derriere, jiggling each pudgy orb before pulling them apart to finger her arsehole.

Roz had already inserted one of her fingers into my backside, supplying me with added impetus to push deeper inside her.

“John, I’m sorry, but I’m still a bit sore there.”

I removed my finger.

“Would you like me to kiss it better for you?”

Roz kissed me, then giggled her most alluring and girly giggle that I adored so much.

“Maybe next time. Do you want me to take my finger out?”

“Oh Roz, keep it there, it is working a special kind of magic for me.”

With another girly giggle she said,

“It will give you an idea of how it felt for me yesterday.”

To this day she remains unaware that I am totally familiar with how anal sex feels for both participants.

I felt the moisture in her cunt increase around my cock as she gyrated her hips, pushing hard against my pubic bone.

Our lips met and she sucked my tongue into her mouth as her orgasm began and then she whispered in my ear.

“Don’t cum inside me John, tell me when you are ready and I will take you in my mouth.”

I was almost bunny hopping as I bent, then straightened my legs, hoping that the pressure and action of my ramrod prick would heighten her climax. Knowing that I would very soon have to withdraw as she had requested.

She must have sensed my impending ejaculation.

“Give me your spunk John, feed it to me, I want to eat your cum.”

With immaculate timing I pulled out of her soaking snatch, grabbing her head as she bobbed down and took my shaft in her hand to wank me off, into her mouth.

My first blob landed on her top lip and partially blocked one of her nostrils but the remainder could not miss their target as her lips enveloped my bell end and slid down my pulsing pole, sucking so hard her cheeks squeezed in.

I don’t know how Roz had mastered the art of performing oral sex on a guy, but I am sure that a lot of people could learn from her.

Lightly squeezing my balls as she sucked and sucked at my cock.

Removing the finger that had been vibrating inside my arsehole at just the right moment, and not allowing me to fall from her lips until she had drained me totally, but still lightly stroking my softening member as she opened her mouth to show me its contents, and then swirling her tongue around the jizz before swallowing.

“Fuck Roz, you are bloody marvellous.”

She looked up and winked at me whilst displaying her empty mouth.

“You’re not so fucking bad yourself John.”

She grabbed my wrist turning it over to look at my watch.

“If this is the right time we better get going.”

My thoughts of our first encounter at the cabin left me as we continued to stare, open mouthed, at its burnt out shell.

“We will just have to find a way around this. There must be somewhere else we can use?”

Roz undone my trousers and put her hand inside to feel my sagging knob.

“Yes John, we have certainly got to do something about this.”

Although it was the beginning of September there was still a good amount of heat in the rising sun and a considerable amount of warmth in Roz’s hand as she expertly brought my cock to erection.

I had to stop her for a moment to pick up the fallen gate and place it as best I could between the gate posts, and we found that the tree trunk, whose branch had previously propped it up, made a satisfactorily comfortable place to rest against.

It was not ideal, but it was satisfactory for the matter in hand.

I started to slide my hand inside her waistband but surprisingly she stopped me.

“I’m afraid I won’t be much use to you down there today John, I started my period last night, but I am more than happy to blow you.”

I knew that she would satisfy my desire completely but I felt guilty about not being able to satisfy her.

I closed my eyes as she started to work her magic on me, thinking of times past.

After our first meeting in the porta-cabin we had to take a couple of days off for the weekend as we were not at work, but we arranged to meet once more, early on the Monday morning.

I decided over the weekend to take a few things along with me to tidy up our little love-shack so as to make it a bit more comfortable for us.

I had procured a couple of large plastic bags from work and put them, along with an old beach towel, into the bottom of the knapsack that I usually used to carry my lunchbox.

Once again Roz was waiting for me at the top of the steps.

“Good morning Roz, did you have a good weekend?”

Her only answer was to push out her bottom lip and raise her eyebrows.

“I was so looking forward to this morning I didn’t enjoy mine either and I think that’s the first time I ever looked forward to going to work on Monday morning.”

A smile spread across her face and I took her hand and led her down the steps.

The gate was already open enough for us to easily get through and I became cautious wondering if the cabin was vacant.

It was always a consideration that a homeless drunk or some such other itinerant person may have taken up residence there.

I quietly pushed the door and crept in.

Thank goodness, it was empty. Although I have a suspicion that it had been used as it didn’t seem to be in the same order of chaos in which we had left it.

I pulled the door wide open and invited Roz to join me.

We put our bags on the desk that we had used for support previously and I received a quizzical look as I opened mine and took out a small clothes brush.

“What’s that for?”

I started to brush the debris from the desk top.

“What?………Did you think I had planned something kinky?

I really didn’t know quite what to make of the look she gave me.

Was it that something kinky would offend her, or was it just like my cock was telling me, that she would be up for some kinkiness?

I pulled out the towel and spread it on the desktop.

“How’s your bottom today?”

“It’s all right now thanks……….Why?”

“I was going to kiss it better for you.”

She hopped up onto the desk to sit on the towel and took off her trainers.

I spread one of the plastic bags on the floor then took off my shoes, trousers and pants, and then helped her remove hers.

I lifted her tee-shirt up and pulled her tits out of her bra then leaned forward to suck on a nipple as my fingers found her juicy twat.

“I thought you were going to kiss my arsehole?”

I released her tit from my mouth, kissed her, and then whispered in her ear.

“Would you like to get up on the desk?”

I grabbed one of the plastic chairs and made myself comfortable as she arranged herself on the desk.

It was perfect; my head was level with her backside.

Her smooth vaginal lips were parted slightly allowing an alluring glimpse into the pale pink wetness inside, and the light brown crinkled ring around her anus stood out in stark contrast to her lily white skin.

I moved in, pushing my nose against her crack, breathing in that musky scent as my tongue lapped at her labia.

The tip of my nose pushed hard into her arsehole as my tongue stretched to reach her clit and was met by her fingers.

I retraced my path and headed upwards toward that tasty little chocolate button to administer my remedial osculation as her fingers frigged her increasingly soppy hole.

“That feels so good John! But I don’t fully understand the pleasure you get from it.”

“Don’t worry about me Roz, I am loving it”

I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her beautiful back passage, my rigid shaft started to tingle in the firm grip of my hand.

“Fuck John……………I’m coming!”

The sloshing sound of her fingers fucking her cunt increased and I felt a splash on my chin.

I briefly pulled away from her arse and watched her squirt before returning to catch her juice in my mouth.

“Oh shit John……..No……..Don’t……….Of Fuck………I’m sorry.”

I swallowed the delicious mouthful of gooey liquid.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry John, but……….um…….sometimes I can’t help it……..I’m sorry……..sometimes I just wet myself when I come.”

“Jesus Roz, it’s lovely, I really enjoyed it.”

“But John………’s not nice……’s……….it’s pee!”

I had to laugh.

“It didn’t taste like pee, it tasted bloody lovely!”

“John…………Fuck me……………Fuck me now please!”

Roz turned around on the desk and lay on her back and I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding easily into her saturated (pee hole).

I drove slowly but fully into her, rubbing my pubic bone hard against her at the bottom of each stroke.

“Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

“Done what?”

“Licked my bumhole”

“Not even your husband?”

“Ha, it’s been ages since he’s done anything, and he wouldn’t do that anyway. He just gets on top of me, wriggles about a bit, shoots his stuff up me and then rolls over and goes to sleep.”

“But Roz, you are so good.”

“Do you want me to do it to you?”

“What, lick my bum?”

“Yeah, I mean, it does feel good, and at least your arse isn’t hairy like my old mans, and you said you liked doing it, so I don’t mind giving it a try………..if ya want?”

My cock was slick with her creamy juice when I pulled out of her and turned around to offer her my arse. She took it in her hand and then licked up and down its length before using my cheeks and thighs to maneuver me into a felicitous position.

I thought that I had long outgrown ticklishness either because of my age or the fact that it had been so long since I was last tickled, but Roz found a spot that made me wriggle and squirm like an infant.

The lapping and fluttering of her tongue between my ball sack and thigh was almost too much to bear.

She stopped briefly, giggled, then started again with enough added ferocity to make me spasm and jump away from her.

“What’s up John………….Ticklish?”

“Fuck Roz, I love it, but I just can’t stand it.”

I lowered myself, to once more endure the blissful agony, and tried to administer a similar treatment to the corresponding part of her anatomy beside her labia, but to no effect.

I felt the pressure of her nose on my anus as I drove my tongue into her soaking slit and she sucked my knackers into her mouth, and then the exquisite delectation as her lips found their goal and her tongue opened my sphincter.

For just a few short seconds I delighted in the ecstacy of her anal incursion but, thinking that she had found it distasteful, she ceased her chore.

To my delight, my doubts were completely unfounded,

“Mmmmmmmmm, John…………that’s not bad at all.”

And she returned to her activity with a reborn ardency that spiralled my enjoyment into previously untapped heights.

To this day I have never delighted in a soixante-neuf of such magnitude.

We enjoyed our oral enterprise for several more minutes until Roz, on the brink of orgasm, pleaded,

“Fuck me John, fuck me now, fuck me from behind I want you deep inside me.”

We fumbled liked abecedarian athletes to assume a position on the floor that was conducive to rear entry, and, with Roz prostrate on the desk I shafted her anxious quim.

Her cunt progressively lost its grasp of my pounding prick as it became increasingly slushy and my sperm blasted into it to create a gelatinous goo that oozed its way out as I pushed in.

The thought of that epic climax in our second porta-cabin encounter was still with me as I looked down at Roz licking her lips after swallowing my cum.


I could not have envisaged the dramatic effect that the devastation of our little cabin would have on our relationship.

Both Roz and I racked our brains trying to think of alternatives.

Explaining to my wife that I suddenly needed to drive to work was out of the question, so a drive to a secluded place and a back seat shag was a non runner, and Roz didn’t hold a drivers licence or have use of the family car.

We did try a shelter in a nearby park but it made for a longer round trip before work and did not guarantee us the degree privacy we required for the more adventurous of our sexploits, although I have to say, we did both achieve orgasm there on the two occasions we visited.

The weather played a major part too, as it was becoming increasingly unreliable.

Our less frequent visits to make use of the tree in our secret garden were sometimes spoiled by a sudden and unexpected downpour, and performing the most basic of sex acts is pretty uninspiring beneath the cover of a golfing umbrella.

Roz also had to have time off work because of a back problem, so we gradually saw less and less of each other.

I wished we could turn the clock back and return to the blissful times that we shared in the porta cabin.

I know it was a filthy little shack but somehow that fact added to the excitement.

It added a naughty aspect; something akin to sneaking out for a ciggy behind the bike sheds at school, and it didn’t matter what we done in there.

One time I needed a pee and so I went into the section that we didn’t use and done it on the floor.

I don’t know if seeing me pissing encouraged Roz’s need, but she immediately followed suit and squatted to relieve herself on the floor next to my puddle, the sight of which, for me, added impetus to the enjoyment of the sex that followed.

Three weeks after the destruction of the cabin we were offered an opportunity that neither of us expected, although in retrospect we both should have held it in our minds as a distinct possibility.

During Tuesday morning coffee break Roz told me of the request she had had from her daughter Kelly to babysit for her on the Friday night.

It was Kelly’s boyfriends birthday, and they planned to celebrate it with a meal and then go on to a club as, due to him working on the offshore oil rigs, and having the baby, they seldom had the chance to enjoy a good night out.

Her husband was on the late shift working from 10pm until 6am, so he, luckily, wouldn’t be able to accompany her.

I don’t think either of us could believe the fortunate turn of events.

I had always harboured doubts about the dream that Roz had recounted to me, assuming she had first told me about it purely and simply as a chat up line.

The old chestnut:

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Did you?”

“Nah……………….you wouldn’t let me!”

Both parties are then supposed to fall about laughing; something that rarely actually happens.

Either way, it was now of no consequence whatsoever.

Whether it was a waking fantasy, or an astral experience in her sleeping state, didn’t matter in the least.

Roz, it seemed, had predicted the future.

I had no difficulty in finding a plausible excuse, to tell my wife, for the desire to go out on a Friday night, as I would quite often have a night out with the lads.

In that respect we had always had a quite open and trusting relationship and she too would very often have a night out with the girls.

I didn’t have to withold my whistling as I got showered and shaved on that Friday night, as it was one of my annoying habits, before an evening out, that my wife was well accustomed to, but I hoped she wouldn’t notice the absence of after shave and deodorant.

I had also advised Roz not to wear any perfume, as the scent of another person is a dead giveaway to nasally astute or suspicious partners.

Roz had asked me to leave it until 9pm before I arrived and that she would sit in the front room, which looked out onto the street, with the curtains open to await my arrival.

It was all very cloak and dagger stuff.

I left my home at 8pm, allowing sufficient time to have a couple of beers at the pub, on the way.

After all, I was on a night out with the lads, and would be expected to imbibe a few alcoholic drinks.

The pub was a pretty grotty back street affair and I felt like a spare dick at a wedding as I supped my ale. The other patrons were couples or groups of regulars and my strangers face seemed to be attracting a fair degree of attention, but on the plus side, I was not familiar with any of them, so I was undisturbed as I watched the clock lazily tick its way toward nine o’clock.

I called in at the off licence and bought a couple of bottles of wine on the way to Kelly’s.

I rather selfishly chose a red, for me and a chardonnay that seemed to be a popular choice with the ladies then, for Roz.

As I walked slowly to the front door I could see Roz sitting in the front room, with the baby cradled in her arms. I slowed my pace, wondering what to do, but advanced to the front door when I saw her get up with the child still in her arms, and walk out of the room.

The front door opened and she whispered,

“She’s just gone off.”

Quietly I followed Roz inside the hallway and into the dining room.

“I’ll see if I can put her down in her cot.”

I put the wine on the dining table.

“There are glasses in the kitchen; make yourself comfortable; I’ll be back down soon.”

With that, Roz took the infant upstairs and I went to the kitchen to search for the wine glasses.

It felt curiously surreal to me.

Being in the home of a person I barely knew and prying into their cupboards, and then, hopefully, having sexual intercourse with their mother.

I didn’t dwell on the thought for long; fearing that it might dampen the buoyancy of my mood. Instead I looked forward to the baby’s undisturbed sleep and the uninterrupted intimacy that I was soon to enjoy with her grandmother.

I found a corkscrew in the kitchen drawer and opened the bottle of red.

I had just popped the cork and poured myself a glass when Roz re-appeared.

“She’s out like a light”

“Red or white?”


She surveyed the bottles.

“Red is fine John, I’ll put the other in the fridge for later”

“You look like you are ready for bed?”

She came back from the kitchen and opened the front of the nightgown, displaying the black suspender belt and stockings she was wearing underneath and I stepped forward to hug her.

To my utter dismay and astonishment she allowed me only the briefest kiss, and feel of her buttocks, before she pushed me away.

“Give me a sec to draw the curtains and then bring the wine through.”

I took my jacket and shoes off in the dining room before obeying her instructions.

She was lying on the sofa illuminated only by the glow from the barely audible T.V. set.

Her nightgown beneath her but her arms no longer in the sleeves.

She had raised one leg up onto the back of the sofa, hooking her heel over the top and allowing me an unobstructed view of smooth shaven sex.

She was teasing me.

I hurried to free myself of my clothes as she nipped her cunt lips between her fingers and thumbs and pulled them open.

I stumbled out of my underpants as she pushed two fingers into the pale pink wetness of her open twat and frigged herself.

I could hear the sloshing of fingers in her fanny as my vision was disturbed by my sweatshirt as I pulled it over my head.

I sat, facing her, on the arm of the settee, my cock in hand, gently stroking it.

We watched each other masturbate, sometimes mimicking each other as a finger strayed to probe at our arses.

I could not grip my shaft as hard as I would have liked for fear of sending me into premature ejaculation but I was happy to see Roz close her eyes, gyrate her hips and tweak her nipple as she succumbed to an early orgasm.

I could resist no longer and lurched forward to put my lips on hers and taste her divine juice.

She was so wet.

Roz was always wet. Her ability to produce that magnificently sexual liquid was second to none; but on that night she excelled herself.

My hands enjoyed the sensual feel of her stocking clad legs before fondling the soft white fleshiness of her inner thighs as I drank from her.

My thirst was insatiable as I lapped at her, even though her capability to supply the joyous liquor seemed to have no bounds.

I slid my hands around beneath her fleshy bum cheeks and at my touch she raised herself up.

I pushed my face into her cunt.

I was soaked from the bridge of my nose to my chin as I bathed in her clamminess.

My nose excited her clitoris as it pushed into her and my tongue found the chocolate rosebud of her back passage.

I stiffened my tongue, defeating the resistance of her tight ring as I entered it.

Her fingers slid beside my nose and I moved and allowed her to rub herself as I pushed my tongue deeper into her pooper.

My cock rubbed against the sheer nylon covering on her leg as she sprayed;

I replaced my tongue with a finger and opened my lips to accept it.

Her knuckles banged at my nose as she brought herself off into my eager mouth.

I continued to suck it in, even after her hand had left her quim and gently removed my finger from her butt.

I raised my head, then licked, firstly her smooth pubic mound, and then up and over her belly, between her tits, to her neck and finally her lips, as I slid on top of her.

My prick drifted easily between the folds of her labia; like a guided missile finding its target.

I started to fuck her, but she clenched my buttocks and drew me to a halt deep inside her.

“Lay still for a moment my sweet, tonight we don’t need to hurry.”

She kissed me, sucking at my tongue then giggled.

“It’s like licking my own cunt.”

I had to smile at the matter of fact way she described the situation.

“Mmmmmmm, lovely isn’t it?”

We lay quite still for some time asking each other what we would like to do next; trying to discover if either of us had some hidden fantasy or fetish that we had not as yet discovered.

“Where would you like to cum first?”

At that moment I would have liked to have started fucking her and shot my load into her womb, but Roz suggested that my first offering would likely be the biggest and she would be happy to receive it in her mouth as she liked the taste of it.

“How many times do you think you will be able to cum, I mean well, we have got about four hours and you have done two in less than an hour.”

I guffawed.

“Roz, I hope your calculations have not brought you to the conclusion that I will be able to manage eight times?”

Her belly laugh was perhaps not as raucous as mine had been but it was more than her usual childlike giggle.

“If we are lucky I may be able to regain an erection a few times but the prolificacy of my ejections will be severely diminished.”

“Hmmmm, I think we should suck it and see.”

I backed my tensile penis out from the warmth of her snatch and we both sat beside each other and reached for the drinks I had placed on the coffee table in front of us.

“A couple of these and I’ll be anybody’s”

“I better go and fetch the bottle then.”

She nodded her approval and I got up to go to the dining room.

When I returned with the wine she was kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa.

I passed her the bottle, which she immediately took a rather large swig from before looking up at me.

“I get really horny when I’m pissed.”

I took the bottle from her and leaned over to replenish our glasses, leaving her with a dilemma.

My cock was right in front of her face and she didn’t know whether to start sucking it or have more wine.

Her compromise was to give my knob a wet kiss and a swirl of her tongue and then turn to pick up her nightgown and spread it on the wooden floor beneath us, before draining her glass as I drained mine.

She had retained some of the Beaujolais in her mouth before she took my cock between her lips, and I was delighted by the sensation and the sound of her slurping as she sucked up and down my shaft.

Roz was obviously enjoying it too as she took a second mouthful of wine after having swallowed all but the few drops that escaped her lips and trickled over my balls.

To me, for some strange reason, it seemed extremely rude, but highly erotic.

Maybe it stemmed from recollections of admonishments I had received as a young boy for slurping my tea, but it did sound naughty.

So naughty in fact that, as soon as she had slurped her second mouthful and taken my prick in her throat I gave her the gob full of my seminal cream that she had requested.

I really hate to say it, because it is such a clichéd remark, but she sucked me dry.

My cock was as clean as it’s ever been when it eventually plopped out of her mouth.

I looked down at Roz.

She licked her lips, then her tongue disappeared inside her mouth and she swallowed.

She opened her mouth and I could see her tongue probing every part of her gums and teeth before she smacked her lips shut, and swallowed again.

I sat down.

Roz turned to give one more, enthusiastic, suck to my now flagging penis, and then joined me on the settee.

We both reached for the wine bottle.

Roz beat me to it, pouring herself a glassful before refilling mine


She downed her glass.

“I really lubbed dat, yur lil winky………………….”

She twirled her finger around my now flaccid member, and then, fiercely, grabbed hold of it, in a desperate effort to wank me.

“Wassamatta?………. no more spunky wunky for me?

I was a little concerned for her obvious state of inebriation, but also quite excited, remembering her declaration that she got horny when she was pissed;

But it was only seconds after I had shot my lot and no matter how hard I tried, my lil winky was not going to respond.

Pretty in Pink’

Author’s Note: I’ve included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I’d love to see that…)

Disclaimer: The following story is fiction and not based on any actual events. I’m just fulfilling my own twisted fantasies. *grins*

Tags: MF, lezdom, group, blowjob, anal, exhibitionism, humiliation, w/s, abdl


The party was getting into full swing.

Around twenty five guests filled the majestic upper floor function room and everyone was having a great time. Many of them had come with a partner and they stood in various circles or reclined on one of the several Georgian period sofas in the center of the room, chatting sociably and quaffing their drinks from crystal glasses. All of them donned venetian masks with their black tie attire, disguising their true identities despite quite a few of them having known each other for years. For most, this wasn’t their first trip to the mansion on the hill. The guests knew how lucky they were to be invited into the inner circle and the private parties only came around once every six months. They intended to make the most of it.

Only two people in the room were without masks. One was Madame Snyde herself, beautified and dressed in an eye-catching red ball gown. As the host, everyone showered her in thanks and well wishes as she glided around the room, soaking up their admiration with a glass of wine in hand. The other was Nina. The gorgeous slavegirl was stationed at the mini bar in the corner of the room, serving drinks and occasionally carrying a tray of them out to make sure no one ever had an empty glass.

Not only was Nina without a mask, she was also without much clothing at all, instead carrying out her duties in only a black garter belt, classic sheer stockings and a pair of shiny red pumps. She looked incredible and she didn’t need the leers of every man in the room for her to know it. But stare at her they did and even some of the women did too, with many of them gathering near the bar to get a close up view of her heavy breasts, bare and swaying above the polished wood. Her deep brown hair was tied up, leaving her caramel shoulders uncovered and her long dark eyelashes fluttered at each partygoer as they told her what they wanted, most making no effort to unglue their eyes from her chest.

Whenever Nina left the confines of the bar to ferry drinks around the room, conversation stalled as everyone turned to watch her and her shamelessly exposed pussy and ass, round and bulbous and utterly tempting. Nina didn’t mind. In fact, she fully embraced every moment, feeling the eyes on her naked body and the genuine sense of excitement rising in her pelvis as she was regarded as a piece of meat on display for their entertainment. She never wanted it to end.

The only person in the room who made Nina uncomfortable was the tall man in the gray cape. He had attended these parties before and something about his presence always seemed to unnerve her. His glassy eyes bore into her from under his elaborate devil mask as he leaned on the bar and demanded a whiskey, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

As the alcohol settled in and stirred the room to a loud buzz, Prunella Snyde decided it was time to begin the evening’s entertainment. Tapping a long blood red fingernail to her glass, the conversation fell to a hushed murmur and the sea of masks turned their attention to her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, friends of old and new, thank you so much for coming to this season’s bi-annual Party on the Hill!”

The guests applauded and raised their glasses to her.

“Thank you, thank you. It’s so good to have you all here and I’m particularly looking forward to getting to know our newbies. However, that will have to wait until later. As many of you know, I have added a new member to my harem and tonight, you get to meet her…NINA!” Snyde clicked her fingers. “…Bring in the new slut!”

Nina leaped to attention and disappeared out of a door at the back of the room. The murmur rose up again in the room as anticipation gripped the revelers. This was what they were really here to see. A number of blue lights emerged above the rows of heads as some of them held up cell phone cameras. One chubby man shuffled to the front of the crowd with a state-of-the-art video camera, prepared to record the show in high definition. Finally, Nina returned, striding proudly forward and holding a leash in her hand. The crowd “oohed” and “aahed” at the sight.

The woman on the end of the leash followed behind Nina, walking a lot less proudly and obviously intimidated by the amount of people in the room. The young red-haired woman was dressed in a babyish satin pink skirt and matching ballet top, contrasting completely with the rest of the sophisticated apparel of everyone around her. The dress hugged her body and puffed out around her waist in ruffles of white lace. They admired her bare white legs. Her feet were clad in a pair of white cotton ankle socks that frilled over the tops of a pair of matching pink pumps, mixing provocative sexual appeal with her otherwise girlish outfit. Her hair too had been adorned with fuchsia ribbons, holding her hair in two burgundy bunches. The crowd gazed at her exquisite youthful beauty as they parted to let the women through and the man with the camcorder followed them with his lens.

There’s so MANY of them…

As they reached the middle of the room, Nina undid the collar around Stephanie’s neck and retreated to the Madame’s side, standing with her hands behind her back to await any further orders. Snyde raised a hand to her new recruit.

“Everyone, meet Stephanie. Doesn’t she look cute?”

The party agreed with loud approval, circling the woman and straining to get a good view.

“So sweet in her little skirt! Go on, give us a turn. Show everyone how pretty you are.”

Stephanie gulped, the expressionless masks surrounding her like ghosts. Slowly, she turned around, feeling acutely self-conscious. The strangers watched her every move.

“What does everyone think?” Snyde asked the mob. “Do you like her little outfit?”

“No!” a male voice shouted from near the back, already a little tipsy. “Show us your tits!”

A mutter of agreement rose up, nervous and excited.

“Ok, ok!” the Madame smiled. “After all, I wouldn’t be a very good host if I didn’t give you what you wanted. Stephanie, take off the top.”

The girl pulled the bottom of her top up, stretching it over her head and discarding it onto the floor, leaving Stephanie standing half naked in front of the room. As they had suspected, she wasn’t wearing a bra, treating them to the first glimpse of her soft milky breasts. At her mistress’s command, she again turned in a circle so that everyone could see her.

“Awww!” cried out one of the women in mock sympathy. “She has such little boobies!”

Stephanie blushed and the crowd burst into laughter.

“Ha! There’s barely anything there!” the woman’s husband exclaimed. “Does she wear a training bra?!”

More loud guffaws rang out as Stephanie was subjected to a string of derisive comments about her lack of big curves. Back when she was at high school, she had been on the other side of this very same situation, leading a mob of people to bully the unpopular girls in her class and mocking their looks from the sidelines. She never thought she would one day end up like them.

“Oh, I do hate to have my guests feel let down,” Snyde said sarcastically. “Stephanie, how dare you disappoint them!…Why don’t you apologize for having such tiny little titties?”

“I’m sorry for having such tiny little titties,” she said meekly, her face contorting in dismay.


“I’m sorry for having such tiny little titties!”

“They can’t hear you in the back!”


Again the room erupted with laughter. All of the guests were lapping up the woman’s humiliation and seemed eager to keep cranking up the heat. Still, no one was more eager than Snyde herself.

“Yes, as well you should be. Nina! Come forward and show the room what a real woman’s tits look like.”

The exotic babe stepped into the center ring and pushed up her already fulsome breasts, eliciting a cheer. Snyde took Stephanie by the arm and stood her next to the more experienced slavegirl, then walked behind Nina and reached up underneath her breasts, groping them softly.

“You see? This is what a pair of tits looks like. Big and bouncy and ready to fuck a hard prick.” Snyde pressed Nina’s globes together, demonstrating how that debauched activity might look. Then she let them drop and stepped behind Stephanie, again reaching up and pawing the goods.

“But these…I mean, what are these even meant to be?…” the domme pinched both of Stephanie’s nipples hard and tugged them, making their owner squirm. “…these are pathetic!” She slapped them roughly before taking a step back. “Worship Nina’s breasts. Show them how much you wish you were half the woman she is.”

The redhead turned to her counterpart and cupped the heavy mounds of flesh, using her hands to knead and caress them. Nina was clearly enjoying this development and Stephanie could have sworn the girl’s eyes flashed at her with smug contentment. Trying not to think about it too much, she leaned down, kissing the skin as she knew she must, pressing her mouth around the soft curves and circling the dark areola with her tongue. She switched from one side to the other, smothering herself in the valley of her bosom. The sapphic display geared the crowd up even more and they moved in closer, like sharks smelling blood.

“Take off the skirt!” cried out a voice from somewhere in the room.

Snyde shrugged, happy with their enthusiasm, and separated the women. “Do it.”

The skirt came down. This time, she had at least been allowed to maintain a sliver of modesty by wearing a pair of panties. Unfortunately, like the dress, they were as equally pink and prissy, laced with frills and tight fitting enough to ride up the crevasses they were designed to hide. A tiny bow above her crotch rounded off the look.

“Oooh!” one of the women snickered. “What pretty panties she’s wearing! But does the carpet match the drapes?”

“I shouldn’t think so. She’s completely hairless down there.” replied Snyde.

“Show us!” screamed a voice.

“Yeah, show us!” came another.

Any chance she’ll let me off this time?…

The Madame dipped a finger at Stephanie’s crotch, ordering her to lower them just a few inches so that she could prove her point. They fell to her creamy thighs and, sure enough, the guests were provided a perfect view of a gleaming bald cunt. Camera lights flashed as a few of the people captured the girl’s nudity on their phones. The ordeal was beginning to arouse Stephanie against her will. She wanted to resist but she knew better by now. Nothing could stop her body from giving itself to an experience like this, especially not one of such intense public disgrace. She wondered if the dozens of eyes glaring at her pussy would be able to notice its excitement.

“I think everyone can see that you’re not such a goody two shoes,” said Snyde. “You’re really a very bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, miss,” Stephanie replied.

“And what do bad girls like to do?”

“…Get fucked, miss?”

“Indeed they do! And where do bad girls like you like to get fucked?”

“…erm…In…In the ass, miss.”

“You hear that everyone? She likes to get fucked in the arse!” Snyde beamed, encouraging more whoops from her friends. “You’ve been doing a lot of that recently, haven’t you?”

“Yes, miss.”

“But, my! I don’t think everyone has seen your ass yet! Why don’t you go and show each of my guests your tight little butthole, one by one? Ask them if they’ve seen it. Because they really should!”

“Yes, mistress.”

Taking a deep breath, Stephanie approached a nearby group of people who were all clearly very amused at the performance. She turned, bending over and reaching back to spread her cheeks wide apart, revealing her winking anus. Looking over her shoulder, she posed the question with an embarrassed look on her face.

“Have you seen my tight little butthole?” she asked them.

The guests laughed, nodding to confirm that, yes, they certainly have. Stephanie then moved to the next group of people and the next, spreading her ass and asking the same humiliating question only to receive laughter and derision every time. Some of the guests made sneering responses, commenting that it “isn’t that tight” or suggesting they loosen it up for her. One woman was sent into such a fit of giggles by the girl’s routine that she almost spat out her drink. Stephanie ended up giving everyone in the crowd a firsthand inspection of her asshole until Snyde finally let her return to the middle of the room.

“Now kneel before my dear friends,” her mistress commanded. “That’s it…and on all fours. Lift those hips.”

The lady in red glared down at her bowing subject. As the girl felt the soft fibers of the Persian rug sink between her fingers, she didn’t see the woman point a remote control towards the back of the room where a wardrobe folded back to reveal a huge widescreen TV.

“I’m not sure my guests believe you yet, so it’s probably best I show them what a dirty girl you are.”

The audience didn’t need any more baiting but they whooped cheerfully at the suggestion. Suddenly, a woman’s voice could be heard crying out above the noise.

‘I want you to fill me with black cock!’

Stephanie recognized the voice but it took a few seconds to realize who it belonged to. From the floor, she couldn’t see much beyond the people immediately in front of her, who were now turning to see what was happening on the screen.

“Make some room, people. Let her see,” Snyde called out to them. The sea parted and even before the TV came into focus, Stephanie knew what everyone else could see…herself, naked and sandwiched between two muscular black men. Her face reddened as the guests watched the homemade tape, clearly amused by the sight of the young woman on screen moaning like a whore.

“Now we know what she likes!” the mistress said, turning a sneer to Stephanie. “Does that turn you on? I want you to show us…Keep watching the screen. Stick a hand between your legs and start wanking. That’s it! Get yourself off to your own porno.”

It was an exquisitely embarrassing situation. Stephanie obediently parted her lips and began to tickle her twat, masturbating publically as her time with Tyrone and his gang played out in front of her. The partygoers were now split between two erotic displays: watching the woman pleasure herself on the floor or watching her getting double-stuffed on the flatscreen. By the time third man entered the frame and positioned himself in front of her face, the guests were feeling hot and playful themselves.

Several of the couples had begun to kiss and pet each other. One woman was openly stroking her man’s rod beneath his trousers, loosening him up for some fun.

Madame Snyde took a sip from her glass and then nodded to her expert slave. “Nina, go and choose a willing participant and show them how you work that luscious whore mouth of yours.”

The brunette went into action, moving seductively around the circle as the guests either implored her to give them her attention or timidly giggled, not wanting to be the first to get involved in the frolics. Nina stopped at one of the sofas, where a man sat confidently, his legs spread apart. She tested him, stroking his thighs and he nodded, encouraging her to continue. Having found her first lucky contestant, she sank to her knees and hurriedly unzipped his pants, pulling out an already thickening cock. Without hesitation, she gave it a long lick from base to tip and then consumed it in one, rapidly working it up to full attention with her warm mouth. The other men watched enviously but enjoyed the sight none the less.

On the floor, Stephanie was still frigging her clit and her engorged pussy lips were glistening. Her mistress had reminded her that there was to be no orgasm. Instead, she groaned in frustration, her fingers plunging deeper inside her while the sounds of her loud grunts continued to blast from the TV speakers. The video went on recounting her disgraceful time as Tyrone’s prostitute.

‘Jizz in my mouth!!’

She wished the ground would swallow her up as the audience erupted in applause as the video recounted her disgrace, each man pumping his seed into her simultaneously.

“That’s enough, slut. Come here,” the mistress said sharply. Breathless and horny, Stephanie felt her hair being pulled by her mistress’s cruel hand and crawled towards a couch, where Snyde had found a man in a bird-like mask, his long crooked beak almost hiding the wide grin beneath. She took him more tenderly by the hand and guided him to his feet. “Here. This gentleman is a good friend. I don’t expect him to be disappointed.”

Stephanie fidgeted, her eyes darting to the grandfather clock. She hadn’t been to the bathroom in four hours and the weight of her bladder was making her feel uncomfortable. In the past week, Madame Snyde had invented a new rule, restricting Stephanie’s bathroom breaks to only four times a day: 10 AM, 1.30 AM, 5 PM and 9 PM. Anything other than these times was off limits without special dispensation. Now that it was approaching 9 o’clock, she wanted to make sure she didn’t get embedded in an uncomfortable situation, especially in front of so many people. She decided she may as well try to seize a moment of respite before her next act.

“I promise I won’t disappoint, miss, but may I please go to the bathroom first?” she asked, nervously.

Snyde looked up at the clock too. “It’s only 8.45. Why would I allow such a thing?”

“I really need to go, my queen. And if you would be so generous as to let me, it would help me to…perform…to the best of my abilities.”

“The answer is no! Now get over here and put your mouth to good use and only then will I consider letting you take a break.”

Knowing she had to bite the bullet and try to ignore her personal needs, Stephanie quickly positioned herself in front of him on her knees, fumbling for his belt buckle. Eager to begin, he helped her loosen his pants until they dropped to his ankles, unleashing a large cock that needed no preparation. His 8 inches were already rock hard and Stephanie clasped it in her hand, looking up at him with her stunning blue eyes.

“Please may I suck on your lollipop, sir?” she asked, putting on an innocent voice.

“Fuck yeah,” the man grunted, gripping one of her bunches in each hand and pressing her face against his groin. Needing no further approval, she opened her mouth and let him thrust inside. Stephanie bobbed her head back and forth, building a steady rhythm and feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat whenever he felt like he wanted more.

Meanwhile Nina had moved to the floor, lying on her back as she entertained a man and a woman at the same time. The man she had been sucking off earlier had now moved on top of her, fucking her tits just as Snyde had recommended. As he did, he passionately kissed his partner, a middle aged woman who herself had hiked up her dress and was now boldly straddling Nina’s face, feeling the magic of her tongue on her female parts.

Stephanie’s recipient was now forcefully fucking her face but before he could blow his load, Snyde gently placed her hand on his shoulder and yanked the slave’s head back. A long string of drool hung from her lip as she coughed from the vigor of his assault.

“Not too soon, old chap,” said the Madame “Surely you want to test out that arse of hers?”

He agreed that he did and Snyde was happy to oblige him, pulling Stephanie towards a couch and making her crawl up until she was kneeling on the cushion and bent over invitingly, her panties still hanging loose around her thighs and her head pushed down on the seat. The older woman spun around, finding the man with the video camera and making sure he was close enough to get a good angle.

“Would you like your little bottom fucked, Stephanie?” she asked, speaking loudly so the camera would pick her up.

“Yes, miss.” The lens zoomed in on the nervous crystal blue eyes.

“Well you’d better ask him politely!”

“Please, sir,” Stephanie begged, parting her cheeks again. “Please will you fuck my bottom?”

“I suppose I better!” laughed the bird man, stepping forward and planting one foot up on the cushion and giving the camera a good view as he pushed his slick penis against her ass. Just as she’d said, it was still tight. But a few increasingly hard shoves and thrusts enabled him to penetrate her before long.

Stephanie gasped as she felt him break through her ring, squeezing his thick veiny cock up her back passage. Cheers went up as he planted himself inside her until his balls were firmly pressed against her pussy. Slowly, he began to glide in and out, quickening his pace gradually as her forbidden hole accepted him. Very soon, the camera was filming the man plowing hard into her, a relentless tempo accompanied by the sounds of slapping and moaning from both participants. The others urged the man on, amazed by how much she could take.

Eventually, she was as loose for him as she could be and he tested the limits of her muscles, occasionally pulling all the way out and leaving her asshole gaping open, before plunging back inside. He grabbed her bunches like handlebars, pulling her back onto him and she responded by fucking him back. Feeling his legs getting tired, the man then withdrew and pulled her up off the couch, switching places so that he could sit down and she could do the hard work.

She did this to his liking, letting his strong hands twirl her around to face the mob and making her straddle him cowgirl style. With legs spread and both feet up on the cushion, the video camera had unimpeded access to her open cunt, which seemed to be crying out for its own visitor. But that would have to wait. Stephanie leaned back, propping her hands behind her and sitting down carefully on his dick until he impaled her again. Like a veteran pornstar, she bounced her butt up and down, fucking her own ass with his engorged member.

Within minutes, he was ready to climax. Rather than empty himself inside her, he instead pushed her forward, making her arms shoot out and steady herself by planting her hands on the floor. He sat up, rubbing his cock energetically as her open asshole quivered in front of him and with a howl he shot his load on and around the reddened opening. More cheers. More humiliation.

“Not so tight or little now, is it?” chuckled the Madame, eyeing her freshly iced ring.

“No, miss,” Stephanie admitted, her voice shaking.

“Right then…who’s next?!”


The evening wore on.

By now, both slavegirls had been put through an exhausting series of sexual encounters, performing for the audience like puppets. Nina had demonstrated her full range of experience, eagerly sucking and fucking whoever was put in front of her and experiencing no less than three wonderful orgasms throughout. Her body was covered in a thin coat of perspiration and other bodily fluids but she didn’t seem to want to stop.

Stephanie on the other hand was suffering silently at the whim of the people, her body craving more but her mind wanting to fling herself from one of the large classic windows into the darkness beyond. Despite pleasuring a number of strangers that night, she had only been permitted to cum once. But even that single release had felt like a sudden oasis of unimaginable rapture, transcending her away from the reality of her situation and for a few blissful seconds sending her to a heavenly place.

Another man finished himself on her face, spraying her features with streams of gloopy cream. As he relaxed, staggering back to zip himself up, Stephanie decided she should try to seize the moment and use her allocated break for the evening.

“May I please use the bathroom now, miss?” she asked Madame Snyde, her chin dripping cum.

Snyde glanced up at the clock, the hands reading 10.00. She took a silk handkerchief and wiped Stephanie’s dry face before peering down at it. “Ten o’clock. Looks like you missed your slot,” the domme said, her eyes twinkling with malice.


Stephanie’s heart stopped. Was she joking? She couldn’t possibly be expected to wait until tomorrow morning…

And then it all made sense. Of course she didn’t. She wanted to test her limits in front of a room full of people or watch her fail, all in another game to extend her suffering into new levels of humiliation. Already, Stephanie’s bloated bladder was aching, holding five hours of liquids inside.

You can do this. Just hold on!

“Stand up,” Snyde commanded. “I’ll let you take a short break but you’re not leaving this room until all of my guests have had their fill. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, miss.”

“Perhaps you could wait over there near the bar while we all take a few minutes. I think everyone needs their drinks refreshed anyway.” The flame-haired slave stood up on her sore legs. Her need to pee was distracting but she knew she needed to concentrate. As she began to make her way to a space on the hardwood floor, Snyde grabbed her wrist. “Not like that, slut. Have some decorum and put your knickers on,” she said, tossing the underwear to her.

Stephanie pulled the girlish pink panties back on and slinked through the crowd, who followed behind, gathering around her in a new circle. She stood patiently before them as Nina returned to the bar, taking more drinks orders.

You can do it. These people won’t be here all night…will they?

But looking around the room, no one seemed even close to wanting to leave. And the clock seemed to move so slowly. How much longer could she last? An hour? Two hours? It seemed impossible…

Stephanie’s heart pounded hard in her chest. When the guests received a new drink at the bar, they returned to watch her, chatting among themselves in hushed tones. She needed to use the restroom. She needed to use it right now. Prunella Snyde swanned by, checking that her guests were happy.

“Please…” she muttered, her voice strained. “PLEASE…”

“What’s that?” Snyde said casually, pretending not to hear.

You can’t do this to me…

“Please, miss. I beg you. Please let me use the bathroom. I’ll only be a minute…”

“Oh for heaven’s sake! No more complaining! I don’t want to hear another peep from you.” The Madame opened her hand, revealing something small inside of it. “Fortunately, I have just the thing to help. Open your mouth.”

The young woman saw her mistress’s hand reach for her face and popped the baby’s pacifier between her lips. Stephanie cringed with embarrassment as the guests pointed and laughed at her. The plastic nipple prevented her from speaking but the Madame’s orders had already prevented her from even trying to ask for permission again.

Looking decidedly ridiculous, Stephanie fidgeted on the spot and watched in quiet horror as the man with the camera emerged from the crowd and pointed his lens at her, forever capturing her shameful state of affairs. She wished he would go before it got any worse but deep down she knew it was about to. Her pussy tingled, desperate to relieve itself of the weight inside her and in response she began to shift from side to side, moving her feet up and down in an attempt to trick her body into forgetting about her problem.

COME ON! Stay focused!

For a while this seemed to help but as the minutes passed, the impromptu dance was becoming less and less effective. Stephanie then shifted her tactic, hoping to stem the sensation in her lower body. Her hands edged from her sides to the front of her and her fingers pressed in under crotch.

You don’t need to go. You don’t need to go. You don’t need to go.

Again, this seemed to help for a while but still, the clock ticked. More and more guests were now watching Stephanie with interest, amused by her obvious need to pee and her inability to disobey the order to stay where she was. Worse still, they all slurped at straws and tinkled ice in their glasses, only adding to her torment.

Just breath. Deep breaths. Don’t think about!

But she couldn’t ignore it. The feeling inside her was all consuming. She could see the door at the side of the room and wished beyond anything else that she could just run to it and escape. The daydream didn’t help either. Instead, a pang of discomfort made her clamp her hands harder to her crotch. Desperate, she pressed her knees together as hard as she could, her toes turning inwards.

Fuck, fuck ,fuck…

Prunella Snyde smirked, watching her with as much interest as everyone else from the sidelines. She too wondered how long this game would last. Stephanie was half squatting now, putting as much pressure as she could against the building pressure inside her. More minutes passed.


She whined from behind the pacifier, face contorted in anguish. Her body was rocking on the spot and the crowd inched back slightly, sensing something was about to give. Her pelvic walls were squeezed as tight as possible.

Oh fuck…no, please…not like this…not in front of all these people…

But it was no use. In a final whine of defeat, the dam finally gave way. The first thing Stephanie felt was the warmth, running between her fingers and along the inside of her panties. Then the force of the leak picked up and the trickle became a flood. She heard the sound of liquid drumming against the wooden floor and then streams of it sliding down the insides of her legs. It gushed out of her and the sudden intense relief of the pressure felt like an orgasm, treating her to a few seconds of euphoric freedom.

Not that it lasted long. After the initial release, the urine just kept flowing like it would never stop and Stephanie was left standing in the middle of the room, wetting herself in front of an audience for the best part of a minute. The piss soaked into her socks and pooled on the floor around her. It crept up her panties, turning the fabric translucent and making it cling to her curves. Finally, as the torrent began to peter out, Stephanie grimaced with shame. The guests were in hysterics, amazed that a grown woman had just disgraced herself in front of them.

“Oh dear!” Madame Snyde purred, looking down at the puddle as Stephanie’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Peeing your panties like a little girl? You should be ashamed of yourself. And just look at the mess you’ve made of my floor!”

Nina supplied Stephanie with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of cleaning spray and Snyde ordered Stephanie to clean up, forcing her onto all fours to stretch out her embarrassment. Still dripping wet, the once proud woman mopped up her own pee, its acrid smell invading her nostrils as she worked her way through sheet after sheet of the paper.

“Nina! Get over here and bring the case!”

Case?…What now?

Stephanie finished her humbling task and watched as Nina spread out a mat over the polished wooden surface.

“Well, if you can’t be trusted to act like a big girl, we’ll just have to treat you otherwise,” the Madame grinned, goading more laughter from the audience.

With that, Nina helped Stephanie lie back on the mat and proceeded to remove the sodden panties. She felt utterly degraded as she realized what was coming. For her part, Nina’s haughty expression seemed to have vanished and Stephanie wondered for a moment whether part of her fellow slavegirl was jealous of the attention she had received over the evening. But loyal as ever, Nina made no objection. Instead, she pushed Stephanie’s legs up and ran a baby wipe over her wet area, cleansing her skin and sending inappropriate tingles through Stephanie’s cunt. Despite all the suffering, her body was still aroused.

Nina then dusted the woman’s private parts with talcum powder and for the final indignity, laid out an adult-sized diaper underneath her. Stephanie winced as she felt the padded garment being wrapped around her and taped down.

The humiliation was excruciating. With a final smack of her hand against Stephanie’s freshly diapered butt, Snyde ordered her new slavegirl to serve her punishment in the corner of the room and invited her guests to continue their fun.

“Anyone for another drink?”


The tall thin man in the gray cloak and horned devil mask clinked his glass to Prunella Syde’s.

“My congratulations, Prunella. I have to say I’m very impressed with the level of submissiveness in your new catch. It was just as you’d said.”

Throughout the evening, he had been the only guest to not partake in some way in the evening’s physical festivities, choosing instead to observe quietly from the margins.

“Thank you, old friend. So what do you think? Do you wish to find a place for her for a few weeks?”

He thought for a moment, swirling the whiskey in his tumbler.

“I think that goes without saying…although I have one reservation.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well,” he said, the sides of his mouth curling up, “she does have such little breasts. Usually my clientele prefer a bit more to hold onto.”

“Say no more. I’m sure we can arrange to fix that. When would be a good time to visit your office?”

“Give me a month or two. I need time to prepare. In fact, I may even start tonight. As always, it’s been a pleasure.”

The man rose, setting his glass down and taking her hand in his to peck a gentle kiss on her knuckle. Then he headed for the exit. He glanced back just once at the room before he left, seeing Stephanie in the corner, sucking the cock of yet another perverted stranger.

Yes, he thought to himself. She’ll do just fine.


In the weeks that followed, Stephanie was forced into a punishing new routine. Not satisfied with simply restricting her bathroom breaks, Madame Snyde insisted that she work her way back up to the privilege of being allowed to use a toilet. Her new game was the ultimate combination of control and humiliation.

Stephanie began at Level One, which put her in diapers at all times. The rest of her outfit was matched to this style, frequently involving a bib, a pacifier and any number of other infant accessories the Madame had picked out for her. For three full days, she was banned from any other option but to make use of the diaper and although she was not limited to relieving herself at only four times a day, the excruciating shame of soiling herself and having to be changed like a baby kept her from being careless when it came to her basic needs.

After those three days, she would be automatically upgraded to Level Two. This is when the test really kicked in. The diapers were put away and exchanged for ‘big girl’ underwear, usually a small pair of the most girlish panties the Madame could find. But the concession came with its own drawbacks. The four times a day restriction of twice before noon and twice after was reinstated and Stephanie would have to suffer through her daily chores with at least part of her concentration constantly dedicated to where the hands on the clock were pointed. When those times came, Stephanie would have to ask permission from her domme and if granted, she would then race to fetch a plastic child’s potty, taking it to Snyde and using it to relieve herself in front of the older woman’s watchful gaze. Once done, she would have to clean the potty out herself and resume her duties until the next embarrassing session. However, failing to hold out until her dedicated time would see her bumped back down to Level One and the process would start again.

If she could last three days without incident, she would be upgraded to Level Three, she would once again be allowed to use the regular toilet, along with wearing her normal outfits and even granted one extra daily release time of her choosing. Despite these new freedoms, she was still bound to requesting permission to go and would still have to relieve herself in full view of her mistress as a constant reminder of her lowly place. And still, should she fail to keep to her schedule, she could be cruelly bumped back down all the way to Level One.

In the weeks that followed the party, Stephanie failed to get to Level Three a total of five times. The terrible feeling of having to start the trial from scratch hurt her a little more on each occasion. The first time she actually reached Level Three, she thought she was home free and that the worst had to be over. But out of sheer sadistic enjoyment, Snyde soon spent an evening making Stephanie drink pints of water, until it became too much for her to retain and she wet herself while serving the domme her late night cup of earl gray. To her dismay, Stephanie was ordered to clean herself up and fetch the diaper bag, demoting her back to at least another six days of harrowing indignity.

More than a month had passed when Madame Snyde brought new guests to the house. The two couples were all in their twenties and good looking, decked out in designer clothes, whitened teeth and natural golden tans. The men were slightly older, Stephanie noticed as she served them drinks, while the women were stunning. They were all in the movie industry but exactly what that meant, Stephanie didn’t know. Based on some of the discussion she had been able to hear, Snyde was helping to fund some project of theirs and Stephanie gathered that the men were producers and their partners apparently actresses doing their best to get their big break.

In another life, that could have been me. It SHOULD have been me. I could have been rich and famous and adored. Instead of…this…

“Girl! Tea! Now!” Snyde snapped, shaking the slavegirl out of her daydream and summoning her near. The young people eyed her awkwardly, familiar with Madame Snyde’s private life but still a little unnerved by the casualness with which the older woman flaunted her love of domination. Even more peculiar to them was the odd but strangely sexy getup the young woman had on. Tiny pink panties, shiny black shoes, frilly lace socks and a bib around her collar, leaving her otherwise nude. They ignored her for the most part, going on with their conversation as Stephanie poured each of them a new cup, shuffling papers and folders around the mahogany coffee table. Her hands shook as she tipped the teapot and her legs seemed to be pressing tightly together.

“Be careful, Stephanie. Don’t drip anything on these documents,” Snyde said, noticing the girl’s discomfort.

“Excuse me, miss. May I…” Stephanie hesitated, not wanting to ask in front of the guests. But the urge was intense and she couldn’t miss her time. She was far too close to promotion to miss out now even though she knew what it would mean. “…May I please use the potty?”

The guests went quiet and one of the men spluttered, almost choking on his tea. Snyde looked at the clock and shrugged. “Very well. Be quick!”

Stephanie placed the teapot carefully back on the tray and hurried as quickly as she could on her heels towards the door. When she returned, she had the potty in her hands, ready to go. Without a second thought, she placed it on the ground in front of her mistress.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Snyde said, “if you need any further proof of the power I hold, pay attention. Slave, you may proceed.”

WARNING: This is a fetish story and it’s a bit graphic. This is a story written in collaboration with another writer and friend. Thank you Savin for helping write this story and also editing it. If you are not a fan of fetish, then PLEASE STOP HERE.

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It was my umpteenth trip to US and as usual I had very short time at my disposal to see my love Flo. I knew she had separated from her hubby for quite some time now and was staying alone. I wanted to take a chance to see her at her small apartment. If she was not there I would find a hotel to stay and then suitably phone her. Till then I had not phoned her about my coming to US. I wanted to give a surprise to her.

But I was aware that I was pretty tired on account of the long journey and the jet lag. If I met Flo she would want to have sex with me and I wouldn’t be in a position to satisfy her. I was that tired. But I was also keen to meet her and if not anything else sleep with her by my side.

If…if only I could see her. If she would be in her apartment.

Suddenly I had an idea. If I was not in a position to fuck her at least I could help her to lie naked with me and get an orgasm. I took a taxi from the airport and before going to Flo’s apartment went to a sex shop. I bought a good, long rubber cock with a vibrator. It had a small tip to rub the clit too.

I came to Flo’s apartment and knocked. There was no response. I became anxious. But I knocked again. After a while I could hear a faint noise of some movement inside. A low tone voice of Flo asked, “Who is it?” I changed my voice and said, “It’s me!” There was a sound of sliding of a bolt and the door opened just a little. There was a chain to prevent any intrusion. The light on the landing was dim so it took a while for her to recognize me. “Oh, it’s you, Savin!” She opened the door wide open and let me in. She had sleepy eyes and was wearing a flimsy pink gown. Her tits showed through the transparent material and I could sense that she was not wearing her panty either. I could see the faint image of her brownish pussy through the folds of her negligee.

She flew at me and embraced. “Oh how nice to see you back, Savin. But you didn’t inform me you were coming. I would have made a grand welcome to you!”

“No, honey I wanted to surprise you,” I told her and kissed her on the lips. I could sense the heat on her lips. I could also smell faint scent of some perfume mixed with the scent of her pussy juice.

“Will you have some coffee?” Flora detached herself and started going towards the kitchen.

“No, no. I will just have a glass of water and go to sleep I am tired.” I said yawning. I kept the package on a small table near the bed and relaxed. I must have immediately fallen asleep after having the glass of water because I do not remember what happened afterwards.

I woke up suddenly because of some movement. It took some time for me to see in the dim blue light of the night lamp. I saw two lovely naked mounds of Flo’s butt only a few inches away from my face. I could again smell the same scent–mixture of her cunt juice mixed with some perfume. I was suddenly aroused. I could feel some movement and stirring in my loins. But I was too tired to actually do anything myself. Still I reached forward and gently put my lips to her butt. Flora made some strange sound like–”Umm!”

I put my palms to her butt and gently massaged the mounds. I kissed them too. Flo must be dreaming but she stirred with the advent of pleasure. Presently she parted her cheeks and I could see the wonderful reddish brown orifice of her asshole. I wetted my finger with my saliva and put it gently in her ass. Again Flo moaned with pleasure. I gently moved it back and forth and she started writhing.

She turned over and I could see her lovely shaved pussy wet and smeared with pre-cum. It was waiting for some movement and exploration. I slid my second finger into her moist red vagina and started stroking. Flora continued her pleasure calls and started moving her groin forward and backward. She was fucking my fingers.

I suddenly remembered the package. With my other hand I reached towards the table and unpacked the dildo. I moved Flo’s cunt into a suitable position and softly inserted the self-lubricated plastic toy into her cunt. I pressed the button and it started vibrating with a low hum. I also moved the dildo a little so that the additional extension tip too started rubbing against her clit. Flora started enjoying the experience for she started pushing herself with great movements. The play continued for some time till with great heave-ho and a sigh she fell back contented.

I too fell asleep again.

I woke up when it was already morning. But I could not get up. I felt naked. I was naked. Something was gripping my hard penis. suddenly I realized Flo was sleeping with her head between my legs and was gently sucking my cock. I was feeling pangs of pleasure as she was licking and sucking my cock very lovingly.

But then I was scared. It was morning and I felt like peeing. I shook Flo and said, “Darling. I need to pee. Let me go and then you continue.”

“Oh, no. I am not going to leave this real toy. If you want to pee, pee in my mouth but I am not going to lose this cock even for a second. During the night I enjoyed that toy. Now let me enjoy the real one!”

I yielded. After some time I exploded with a great orgasm and threw my load into her throat. But I did not pee in her mouth. When my cock became flaccid I went to the bathroom and peed.

As I peed, I felt her arms snake themselves around my waist, her hands replacing mine on my cock. She held me as I peed.

“Love, I thought you slept.” I stated.

“You took away my soft pillow and I missed you. Besides, you have denied me my treat, turn, let me clean you up.” She demanded softly.

I turned and using her tongue licked my cock clean. Before long, it was straight and hard. My lovely Flo, then took all of me into her mouth and sucked me into another glorious orgasm. I wanted to beg her to stop, but I needed her to go on.

Soon, my balls churned, and my jism exploded from the head of my cock. The love of my life swallowed every drop. “Um Savin, I love the taste of you. We should bottle your taste and I can pour it onto y breakfast each morning.”

“Stand my love, join me in the shower. Let me wash you.” I whispered. She stood before me glorious, naked. Her big beautiful breast stood before me, my mouth watered for a taste, and she mouthed the words, “Your’s baby.” That was all I needed to hear. I feasted upon her supple mounds, as my hand found its way to the hot box between her thighs. I cupped her sex, stroking her slit with my fingers as I sucked her nipples deeply into my mouth.

Savin, fuck me she pleaded. She kneeled in the tub, exposing her ass to me, her sexy brown button clear for me to see. I had dreamt of this button for so long. I missed it. I remembered our last time when she allowed me the pleasure of fucking this love button. Would see, would she this time.

“Baby, please.” She pleaded. I positioned my cock. Entering her tight ass caused both of us to moaned in agreement. I rode her ass, and within minutes I filled her asshole with my cum.

We rested for a while. Flora brought in breakfast consisting of eggsm toast and coffee. She was wearing a gown but I could see her curves clearly and I was getting aroused by the minute. I felt like stripping her naked and a dozen guys should have all sorts of sex with her like hungry wolves. As I mulled over the idea there was stirring in my loins.

“What is the plan?” I asked Flo.

“Actually um–umm” Flo started but was becoming shy.

“What is it? Come on,” I beckoned her. She came near me, sat on my lap and started kissing me moving her tongue inside my mouth.

“Honey, let us paint the town red–let’s enjoy without any worry–with abandon!” She exclaimed, got up stood in front of me with her back towards me and lifted her gown. I saw her lovely butt, the crack–a dark line in which I could see a thin liquid layer.

I parted her ass cheeks and fingered her asshole. I said, “I agree, darling. You wear a very provocative dress and let’s go out–to theatre, pub, restaurant–everywhere and make everyone jealous.”

“I want to be a slut today, Savin,” Flo pleaded.

“Shall I tell you something? I just had the same idea–a dozen people should have sex with you–including me. Come on let us enjoy,” as I told her, her eyes lit up. She took me to her closet. She asked me to choose a dress. I selected a blood red very short single piece dress having a low horizontal neckline. I asked Flo not to wear anything inside. When she stood in front of me she looked gorgeous. If she sat people were sure to see her pussy clearly. The top line of her dress just covered her dark brown nipples.

We went out and hailed a taxi. The taxi driver looked at Flo with bulging eyes. This was receipt enough that Flo was looking at her seductive best. When we got down the cabbie was looking at Flo’s swaying hips with a drooling mouth for a long time. I smiled. Our plan was working.

We went to a movie theatre. Some crappy movie with a lot of hot scenes was being shown. We sat at the backside in the middle. As the hot scenes unfolded on the screen we started playing with each other. I didn’t need to lift Flo’s dress. Her cunt was almost out. I started fingering it and slurping at the juice she oozing. As I probed deep into her vagina she started whispering her “ooh”s and “aah”s. In the relative silence of the theatre people noticed it. Soon as she started coming she became louder.

Now people started looking at us rather than the screen. In the illumination of the screen they saw what we were doing. Some guys turned completely and started shagging while watching our love-play. A middle aged woman became so excited that she sat next to Flo and started caressing her boobs. Flo was enjoying everything. Soon the woman slid Flo’s dress down and started sucking her nipple. Then she turned towards me and rubbing my cock through my pants she unzipped it and took out my cock. She started sucking at my cock.

At least half a dozen people gathered around us and cheered us. Guys took out their cocks and started shagging and girls put their fingers deep into their pussies and enjoyed. Occasionally someone came near Flo and asked her to give a handjob or blow-job and she readily obliged. Soon the surroundings were full with squirting of cum and pussy juice of every flavour.

We came out and again took a taxi. We asked the cabbie to take us to a raunchy pub. The driver smiled and looked at Flo meaningfully. Yes, Flo was looking a complete slut.

In the pub we sat away from each other. Flo sat alone on a tall pub stool. She put her one leg on the other and one could see her sumptuous thighs. Many people started watching her. She asked for a beer. I too ordered a beer though I was sitting away from her. When people became impatient, Flo sat a little leisurely. She had downed her beer and she was a bit tipsy.

Now she parted her legs and guys could easily see her cunt. I too was surprised as Flo’s cunt was now dripping. This meant that she was enjoying and was highly excited.

She moved her ass on the stool just a bit and now the set of guys who were watching her pussy were deprived of the scene. Actually another lot had a nice look at Flo’s cunt. The earlier set of viewers changed their seats and sat or stood at places from where they could get a good view of her pussy.

Flo then started parting and closing her thighs. This made the crowd wild.

She pretended not to notice the men. After allowing them an eye full, I turned her toward the bar. She laughed, “Jealous baby; it’s yours. I thought you liked sharing?” she teased. “Love,” I replied. “I have no problem with them seeing your lovely cunt, but now I have other needs.” I replied, sliding my fingers between her wet lips. Stroking her slit, her honey coated my fingers.

My lover is vocal, and struggled to hide her moans as I fucked her gaping cunt hole. Soon the bartender stood opposite us and looked at me. I smiled and he replaced his fingers with mine.

My cock throbbed as I listened as he fingered her waiting hole. Flo closed her eyes thinking my finger were deep inside her. Her ass moved on the stool fucking the finger back, she spread her legs even wider, giving me deeper access. The bartender did not move.

“Baby, you like that.” He growled. “You like those fingers inside your hot pussy?” I asked. She could only moan. It was then I place both hands on top of the bar and she realized I was not the one playing with her Hungry pussy. The bartender increased his pace, she froze and her as ground into his hand.

“Bitch, this is my pussy right now.” She looked at me, and I smiled.

“Sav-” he stopped her.

“My name is Kewl. Say it’s yours Kewl.” he demanded.

“No,” she moaned. “Savin, it’s Savin’s.”

He removed his fingers causing her to moan. “You two follow me.” He demanded. He called a replacement and led us to a secluded room in the back. The room was sparse, no furniture, just a thick air mattress in the middle of the floor.

“Little man, you sit and watch. We’ll give this horny bitch all the cock she wants.” He orders, three more men entered, locking the door behind them. One brought a folding chair and I sat.

They did not remove her dress, simply shoved the bottom up to her waist, exposing her round ass and glistening pussy to my hungry view.

The bartender went first. Flo swooned when he took out his ling black cock. I knew she was a cock whore, but seeing it in action, my cock throbbed.

The other two joined him, and my lover was in heaven. She licked all three cocks and within minutes was begging one of the cocks to mount her. The second guy entered her first from behind as she sucked the bartenders cock deep into her throat.

The third guy was sucking her fat titties as I now moaned. My lover was taking two full cocks. And loving it. Soon she needed more. The men stopped.

“Bitch you want three holes filled?” one man sneered.

“Please.” She begged.

One man lay back, and she sat on his cock, taking all eight inches deep inside her cunt. She rode his cock, he moaned. I knew he would love her pussy. My woman is truly gifted. After fucking him, the next guy grunted, “give me that ass.’ I love her ass, and I perked. I watched as the second man took juices that dripped from her overheated pussy and entered her ass hole stretching it wide.

My lover now had two cocks inside her at once. I could hold no more and began viciously stroking my cock. Within seconds, I spurted my white love juice which landed on the people fucking in front of me. They were not done. The bartender whispered, “You have an empty hole. Suck this bitch.” He then shoved his cock down her throat. Flo moaned, and I was in heaven as I watched her get thoroughly fucked.

The men lasted, and lasted. My lover took all three. They switched places and by the end of the night she had cunt fucked, ass fucked, and faced fucked all three cocks. Each man came deep inside each hole. When they were done, they left her depleted on the mattress, and I moved to help her up. She whispered, You Savin, I need your cock now.”

Never one to deny my love, I entered her gaping cunt hole, spurting almost as soon as I entered. She was a mess, so being the gentleman, I had to suck all of the spunk from her pussy. The mixture was tangy, salty, but she loved being cleaned by my tongue and came once more while I ate her out.

Eventually we left and returned to her home. She slept, and I simply watched her. My life, my love, my Flo.

We slept. I got up late in the night as is my habit to pee.

Completely unawares I started as once again as Flo entered the bathroom and once again covered my cock in her palm and whispered softly in my ears.

“Honey, I had such a nice time with you and enjoyed every moment of our togetherness. But I want your cock tight with pee inside my mouth. Right now!”

“But let me pee first,” I protested.

“No, no. If you want to, pee in my mouth,” Flo said resolutely and turned me around. She started sucking my erect and taut penis and took it completely in her mouth.

I didn’t realize when I cummed and when I peed. But when she was finished I was totally empty—that was for sure!


So ends this segment of the tale. I hope you enjoyed it. IR2R


I had known Pamela since I was a teenager. She works as a teacher, teaching German at the secondary school I had attended. The first time I had met her was during my first lesson in German, which also happened to be her first day as a teacher. She was a short girl with straight dark hair cut short, big eyes and a slim build. Even as a school kid it didn’t take me long to notice cute breasts underneath the tops, and a nice round bottom always accentuated by the skirts she chose to wear for work. Whilst she was teaching a class she had a habit of sitting on a desk at the front, her feet on the chair in front of it. Then, when she moved off the desk she would swing one leg off then the other, and in that split second I was always able to catch an eyeful. In the warmer months, when she didn’t wear tights and the skirts were thinner, I got a nice glimpse of her milky thighs and panty covered crotch.

Back then she was in her early twenties. Now, she was a year short of her fortieth, ten years my senior, but she still looks a fine woman; yes she has filled out a little, but she was still very pleasing to my eye, with a bottom that like a fine wine had improved with age. I had kept in contact with Pam after I left school. We were both members of the local badminton club, so we saw each other every week pretty much. We always played mixed doubles together; this meant I stood behind her most of the time, which was fine by me. When she lunged to reach a tricky net-shot, the short skirts she wore often flew up, exposing her panties riding up and clinging to her ass.

Pam had never married, and this led to much idle speculation regarding her sexuality. As long as I had known her she never seemed to be with a man or showed any interest in men. I thought I remembered some gossip from school about Pam and the history teacher, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe she did prefer the intimate company of women. I didn’t care; in fact I found it quite stimulating. We always had fun together, and it would have been the perfect example of a platonic relationship, were it not for the fact that she always turned me on with her habit of inadvertently exposing her milky smooth inner thighs and cotton panties when she was wearing her sports skirt. Being lady-like wasn’t her thing.

A few days ago, Pam had sent me an email suggesting we take part in a tournament our badminton club was taking part in. It was a long journey there and we may as well book a couple of rooms at a hotel near to the venue, was that ok? Yes I said. Fine, she would book the rooms and pick me up from work at 5pm Friday.


5pm Friday, and I was stood outside work waiting for Pam with my sports bag on my shoulder. Along she came in her little red car. (How old was that car now? She’d had that whilst I was still at school!). She waved, pulled up and parked. Leaving the engine running, she got out of the car and walked around to give me a business-like cheek to cheek and then to the rear of the car to open the boot. She bent over and rummaged around to make room for my kit bag. She was wearing a cream silky top and dark skirt, the matching jacket hanging in the back of the car. As she bent over I had a wonderful view of her full curvy bum, and a fair bit of well-toned leg as her skirt rode up. As I admired the view, I realised that the journey was going to be very enjoyable indeed.

Our journey began and as was normal for the two of us, we chatted non-stop. Pam and I had always made each other laugh, and we were both comfortable and open with each other. Yes, the perfect platonic relationship, I thought. I wished I didn’t find her innocent innuendos and sexual ambiguity such a huge turn-on, but I had head-tripped on Pam for so long now that it was impossible for me not look at her and fantasise. Besides, I found her very nice to look at.

“I can’t wait to get out of these clothes!” she said. “It’s been so warm today and I’ve been hot and sticky in the wrong places all day! I should’ve gone without knickers! Or totally naked!” She giggled.

If only she knew how much these comments turned me on! She had always been the same, and being honest, I loved it! As the journey progressed Pam’s skirt rode up as she moved her feet to operate the pedals. Eventually it rode up no further, remaining half way up her thighs. She didn’t seem bothered, or even to notice, and I was in a permanent state of arousal for the rest of the journey.

We arrived at the hotel and parked in the car park, retrieved our gear from the boot of the car and trudged along to find reception. There, Pam gave her name and we were given directions to our room.

“Room?” I said. My cock jumped to attention. I lowered my kitbag from my shoulder, holding it in front of me in an attempt to cover any tell-tale bulge.

“Yes. They didn’t have two singles, so I booked a double room. Don’t worry, it’s two single beds!”

“Ok.” Sleeping in the same room as Pam! First thing I would have to do is go to the bathroom and rub myself crazy to satisfy the ache that had built up during our journey. “Well, I don’t snore, so it’s ok!”

“I’m a deep sleeper, don’t worry!! Nothing wakes me up, believe me!”

We found our room, inserted the key we were given at reception, unlocked the door and went through to a medium sized and well-appointed hotel room; must be a bit pricey, I thought. The two single beds were on the opposite wall about four feet apart; four feet from Pam, and for a whole night. My imagination went in to over-drive as I thought of Pam lying asleep in the bed next to me. I wondered what she wore in bed; a stuffy night-dress or something more revealing, or maybe nothing. If it stayed warm overnight, she may kick the covers off completely; I would have to stay awake all night, I thought.

My reverie was broken as Pam flung her gear on the floor next to one of the beds, kicked off her shoes and then flopped on her back onto the soft mattress letting out a deep sigh. She was obviously un-aware that her skirt had ridden up well above mid-thigh and I had a fabulous view right up to her black knickers. The bathroom was off to right, and now I was desperate to relieve myself. Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from her crotch.

“I need to go to the loo.”

“Don’t be long then, I need to go!” Pam said.

“Oh. Well if you’re desperate you go first then.” Although it wouldn’t take me long to see to myself, I didn’t want to be rushed.

“Thanks!” she said. She moved off the bed, one leg then the other, giving me another glimpse of inner thigh and crotch, adding to my ache which was now considerable. She brushed past me smiling and shut the bathroom door behind her.

On the table between the beds was a little kettle, cups and a selection of biscuits. I popped a custard cream in my mouth and glanced around our hotel room. There was a large flat-screen TV on one wall, a large and very expensive looking wardrobe on another and various paintings, water-colours I thought, hanging on any free wall space. Yes, pricey, I thought.

As I looked over our room my gaze turned towards the bathroom door and I noticed it had a large key-hole. My heart beat faster as I realised what I would see if I looked through. I hesitated, but my heightened state of arousal got the better of me, and I knelt down quietly to peek through. It afforded me a good wide view of the bathroom, the toilet at the far end facing the door, the shower off to the right and a wash hand basin to the left. Pam was at the basin and I could hear water running. Damn, had she already finished? I already had my zip undone and my manhood in my hand. I was about to put it all away when she scuttled over to the toilet. She hadn’t been yet; I kept my hard member in my hand and started to rub. She stood facing the door, I was careful to keep as still as possible in case she saw movement through the keyhole. Pam lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties in one swift movement and sat down on the toilet. I was a little disappointed I didn’t get a glimpse of her bush. Or maybe she was shaven smooth, who knew? I rubbed faster; I needed to finish myself off sooner rather than later. I heard the tell-tale hiss and tinkle as she let go and could see her face, a picture of relief. The tinkling sound stopped and she exhaled deeply. She pulled some paper from the roll behind her and stood up to dry her pussy. And there, I caught a glimpse of dark pubic hair. Not shaven then! Then she turned around to throw the paper into the toilet. She still had her skirt up, one hand pulling it tight around her waist, and this gave me a perfect view of her bum which was slightly larger than I had imagined all those years ago in school; fleshy but not overly so. She then bent down a little to pull her panties back up, and in that split second before her skirt fell down I had a glimpse of her parting cheeks and black bush peeping round from the front. I came just as she flushed the toilet. If she’d have been wearing trousers or if she had kept her skirt hitched up when she bent down, I was sure I would have seen deeper into her cleft.

I felt so much better, and I comforted myself in the fact that she would at some point have to use the toilet again, or the shower, and I could watch her again through the key hole. I was excited at the prospect.


We walked to the tournament venue through a large park on a path lined on one side with trees and thick bushes. We got changed into our sports gear and once we were down on the courts we started talking game-play strategies, Pam as competitive as ever. All I could think about was watching her later through that keyhole. We sat on a large bench to wait for our game to be called and Pam had once again forgotten that she was wearing a skirt; I could clearly see her white sports knickers hugging her crotch tight.

We played our first two matches and won, though it was a long drawn out affair. The more Pam lunged, the more I could see her white knickers getting moist with sweat and clinging to her bum. We lost the next game, and we were knocked out, probably due to me not concentrating on the game but on her bottom! We decided to walk back to the hotel rather than staying to watch the other games.

“Well, at least we tried our best!” Pam said, as we walked through the park back towards the hotel. “We couldn’t have done anything more. Next time eh?!”

“Yup, we did our best.” I kind of felt a little guilty; I should have concentrated more on the game than the view in front of me. Pam made suggestions on how to improve our doubles play, which I absentmindedly agreed with; all I could think about was the sight of her naked ass through the keyhole. It was a rather one-sided discussion. We were the only ones walking through the park and the light was just starting to dim, the greens of the park turning deeper. It was still warm though, and both of us were still glowing from our earlier exertions on court.

“Tell you what, it was warm. I drank so much water!” she said, her voice slightly strained. “Problem is I really need a pee now!”

She had stopped walking and was starting to wriggle, bobbing up and down as she looked around.

“You know what, I do too.” I said. “I think I can hold off ’til we get back to the hotel. Do you want me stand here and keep watch?” My ache had returned with a vengeance as I thought of Pam peeing in the bushes.

“Well,” she scanned around, still wriggling, “we may as well both go together behind these bushes. What do you think? Come on, no one is about.”

I checked around and as Pam said, there was no one about. Silently, I followed Pam through the trees, slowly picking our way through some bushes, wondering if she meant we would be peeing in front of each other. My heart was beating like a drum as I caught glimpses of her tight underwear when she bent down to avoid low branches, our bulky kit bags making it tricky to get through. We came to a slight clearing which had a natural ceiling of leaves and branches, high enough for us to stand upright. I looked about and realised that we were totally out of sight from all directions.

“I really need this, sorry.” said Pam, with a slight quiver in her voice. She stood there for a moment with her hands under her skirt grasping her panties, ready to pull them down. “You’re going as well aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes…ummm.” My cock was throbbing and I wasn’t sure what Pam would do if she saw that I was aroused. I hesitated. “Thing is…….”

“Yes?” Pam said impatiently, still leaning forward slightly, ready to pull her pants down.

“I’ve got a bit of a, y’know?” I gestured towards my crotch. She seemed dumbfounded, frowning a little. “You know………”

“A penis. Yes I am aware that men have a penis.” She said testily.

“No, I mean, a……” I made useless flapping motions with my hand, vaguely gesturing towards my crotch.

“Oh…….. A hard-on you mean?” Pam giggled.

“Um, yes.” I smiled apologetically.

“Oh don’t worry,” she said dismissively, “I have seen one before, a while ago mind, but I’ve seen it all before!”

“Oh.” I readied myself, thumbs tucked under the elastic on my shorts. I was desperately trying to steady my hands.

“I’ll count to three and then we pull pants down, or shorts in your case. How about that?! I’m getting desperate now!”


Pam giggled and counted to three and we both pulled pants and shorts down, my cock jerking out like a lazy spring. Pam was already crouching down as she looked across at my rod standing proud, almost pointing straight at her.

“Are you shaking?!” Pam asked looking at my hands, or was she looking at my dick?

“I am a bit.” I said. Unfortunately I was shaking badly, a combination of the prospect of witnessing Pam take a leisurely pee in front of me, and my heart beating way too fast. My member was throbbing in time. Pam hesitated a little, and cleared her throat. She was definitely looking at my dick and I started to feel a little self-conscious. We both dithered, and I was unsure what to do or say. Pam cleared her throat again.

“Can I hold it?” she said, looking at my member like it was a rare animal she had never been close to before, unsure whether it would bite, an object of fascination. She seemed to have forgotten the discomfort of her full bladder.

“Ok.” I was in a trance. She moved closer and crouched down by my side, panties around her ankles, and slowly lifted her hand to lightly hold my cock. It suddenly got an extra pump of blood.

“Come on then, do your pee!” she said with obvious amusement. She lightly squeezed my dick and slowly pulled my foreskin back enough to expose the end of my glans. She seemed to study it as if she had never touched a cock before. I tried to squeeze but it was impossible to pee with my manhood in its rigid state.

“I can’t go, sorry.” I grimaced and laughed nervously. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’ll go first then.” She smiled at me and playfully squeezed my cock. She stood up and quickly slipped her white panties away from her ankles and hung them on a nearby branch. She then started to lift her skirt, seemed to think twice about it and slipped that off too, hanging it on the same branch as her panties. All I could do was stare open-mouthed at her dark bush. She lifted her t-shirt a little and then crouched down beside me. I craned my neck to look down her back towards her ass. I could see the top of her cleft and tried to imagine what the view from beneath would be like. She looked up at me.

“Do you want a closer look?”

“Ummmm. Would that be ok?” I said, swallowing hard. I was still getting my head around Pam butt naked in front of me; I must be a part of the most relaxed and open platonic relationship ever to have existed.


I knelt down beside her and peered around at her bum. She winked and smiled, turning around to face away from me. Her ass looked fantastic and the twin-v profile of her parted cheeks was perfect. She then let herself forward until she was kneeling down on the soft ground. She reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks wide apart. My eyes nearly popped out and my mouth hung open. I could now see her asshole, dark in colour and pouting as if blowing me a kiss. It was hairless, and below, surrounded by her dense bush, her large pussy lips were well and truly parted; all I wanted to do was freeze this moment in time. Damn the keyhole, this was a much better view.

“I thought you might like that!” Pam said and giggled. “I know you better than you think, you naughty boy!”

I laughed, trying to make it as nonchalant as possible, but didn’t succeed. My cock was rock hard now, and I started to squeeze it with my right hand.

“I really do need to go now. Ok?” asked Pam.

“Yes.” I croaked, my mouth dry, wondering if this was all a dream.

She let herself forward a little more, lifting her ass slightly higher, and then I saw her asshole twitch and a trickle of pee appeared from near her little button. She kept the trickle slow to begin with, her anus twitching as she used her muscles to control the flow. I watched the clear liquid trickle out while I rubbed myself. She twitched again, this time halting the flow.

“Are you wanking back there, mister?” she asked, chuckling.

“Oh. Sorry.” I stammered.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t come though, not yet.”

Not yet? Wow, what was to come next? I wondered.

She relaxed and resumed her trickle. Gradually, she let it flow faster, her liquid hissing out at an angle as she relaxed her muscles to completely let go. She really did need to go it seemed. Her liquid kept coming and a little of it trickled down through her bush and onto the dry ground beneath her. After not long enough, the flow started to slow and finally stopped. She squeezed two or three times to make sure, each time her asshole pushing outwards, opening slightly. I actually thought she may be trying to poop, but when she was satisfied there was no more to pee, she relaxed and sighed in obvious relief.

“Be a poppet and go to my sports bag and fetch some tissue for me, would you? In the side pocket.”

I leaned across to her kit bag and opened a side pocket. There I found the small packet of tissues next to a pair of scrunched up black knickers. I pulled out a tissue and held it out for her.

“Do you want to wipe my pussy for me?”

I nodded, mute from having witnessed Pam peeing from such a close range. I brought the tissue up to her pussy and pushed it against her lips and moved it around drying it off. I kept gazing at her asshole badly wanting to lick and sniff, though some of her aroma was just discernible. I put my left hand on her left buttock, warm and soft, still clammy with perspiration, and I pressed slightly to widen her crack.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice” she murmured.

I spent as long as possible drying Pam’s pussy, studying her intimately with a puerile fascination. I pressed my hand harder against her buttock, parting her cleft a little more, learning every nook and fold of her pouting asshole. I announced that it was all nice and dry and boldly kissed her bum cheek in such a way that my nose came within inches of her warm crevice, allowing me to draw in her pungent scent.

“Why thank you very much. Very kind of you!” Pam said. She turned around, giggled and pointed at the shrinking puddle on the dry ground. “Better move away from the wet patch!”

We shifted ourselves sideways, both of us still kneeling. She smiled at me and put her hand around my cock kneading it gently.

“What are we going to do about this then? How come it’s so hard? Surely I don’t turn you on, do I?” She watched my face and her eyes seemed to urge me to answer truthfully.

“Well……..I’m afraid your bum is far too sexy!” I laughed nervously; surely this was going beyond platonic now?

“Really? I always thought my bum was too wobbly!”

“No, no, no. Believe me, it’s perfect.”

This story is about pee. Peeing on, in, and all around three people who have come to enjoy it fully. If this subject disturbs you, I suggest that you find another story to read. If it excites you and you are an adventurous sort, then please read on, and add a comment at the end.

It never ever occurred to me that it could be fun, or sensuous, or sexy. It was only something nasty, dirty, and stinky. Why would anyone want to piss on someone, or be pissed on? That’s what I was thinking when I ran across a water sports section on a porn website. Of course there was more than just pissing in the pics, plenty of cock sucking, pussy licking and sperm swallowing, so it kept my deviant mind’s attention long enough for me to read a blurb at the bottom, about how urine is actually 99.9% sterile unless a person has some kind of liver or kidney infection. “Hmmmm, really?” I thought. “What about the smell?” Reading further, I discovered (if indeed I believed what was posted) that the smell is mostly from the protein that’s in the urine rapidly decaying. Diluting it by rinsing away with plain water is sufficient to halt that. “Makes sense to me, after all, that’s all we rinse it down with in the toilet.”

I didn’t give it much more thought. That is, until I met Sheila. Ah, Sheila. Sexy, sultry Sheila. To me, her name and her demeanor likened her to a raven haired beauty, but she was blonde, a gorgeous Swedish blonde.

I met her at my 20 year high school reunion. She was, of all things, the date of my graduating class’s prom QUEEN. Go figure! Her long blonde hair was a perfect match to startlingly blue eyes, the color that people pay to get via contact lenses. Those eyes alone were enough to captivate even the most jaded man (or woman). High cheekbones along with a straight, almost Grecian nose rounded out this woman’s stark beauty. I was thinking that she was put together with all the best parts of many ethnic backgrounds, and when she spoke her accent tipped me off to her nationality. Her English was perfect, although tinted with a slightly Swedish ‘color’. That along with her natural grace and beauty painted a stunning figure.

I think Sandy, our former prom queen, noticed me checking Sheila out. Sandy and I had been ‘just friends’ in school, sharing our homeroom throughout the four years of high school. We never dated, but spent some time together in study groups. I would never have suspected in a million years that she would wind up on the other side of the fence, but I was about to find out. When she noticed me eyeing her girlfriend, she walked over, took my hand and led me over to her.

“Rick, this is my girlfriend Sheila” she started. “We’re a couple, if you know what I mean” she smiled. Struggling to keep the incredulity from my face and voice, I took her proffered hand and lightly kissed it.

“Pleased to meet you Sheila” was all I could get out without stammering, our eyes meeting as she smiled down at me. Yep, she smiled down at me. She was about my height, but her stiletto heels put her eyes a good three inches above mine. There was a glimmer in there, she knew that I was working to hold my reaction at bay, and she was enjoying it.

“It is nice to meet you as well” came her perfect English reply. “Sandy hasn’t introduced me to many of her old friends, you must be someone special.”

“I don’t know about that, but I’m honored to be one of the few” I returned. “We had some good times together in classes.”

“Well maybe now that we’re together here, we can all have more good times” she offered.

I glanced over at Sandy and replied that I would really enjoy that. Sandy’s face remained expressionless, but at least there was no dismay in her eyes.

Those two ladies made quite a couple. Sandy was about two inches shorter than Sheila, but looked even smaller because she had elected to wear a lower heel. Her body hadn’t changed much in twenty years, at least not that I could see. I couldn’t help thinking that I would love to see it with a lot less clothing. Shoulder length light brown hair encompassed her pretty face, while her green eyes and full lips invited you in for a closer look. She was very pretty, and it was sometimes difficult not to stare at her, drinking in those lovely features. She must have been used to it though, never making me feel like I was invading her space with my appreciation.

As the evening wore on I renewed old acquaintances and enjoyed memories of the past, as would be expected at a twenty year reunion, but I kept gravitating back to Sheila and Sandy. Much to my delight, I noticed the blonde haired beauty eyeing me every now and then as well. I had the feeling that she was interested in me, and I surely was in her.

“Hmmm” I thought to myself, “maybe she goes both ways and is out for adventure. I wonder how I can get her away from Sandy for a few hours.”

Deciding to start by dancing with Sandy, I mingled my way over in their direction. When I noticed a lull in their conversation, I asked Sandy if she’d like to dance. She accepted with a smile, and as we walked toward the dance floor, she reached out and put her hand in mine. I was a bit surprised, but took her hand and led her to the floor. We enjoyed a fast dance together, her body writhing sexily to a classic rock song, and I found myself getting a little hot under the collar, not to mention firmer below the belt. I had to be careful not to show as I became more and more turned on by her sexy moves.

I thought I was in the clear when the song ended, but the band immediately segued to a slow number, and before I could retreat she took my hand and pulled our bodies together, smiling up into my eyes as she pushed closer to me.

“I can feel that you liked my dancing Rick” she observed.

“Um, I sure did Sandy. I’m enjoying this one too, as you can tell. It’s hard, err, difficult to stop that reaction when such a beautiful lady dances so sensuously and so close to me.”

“Don’t worry Rick, I won’t tell anyone” she smiled. I’m flattered that I got that positive reaction from you.”

“But I thought…”

“Shhhh, don’t worry about it” she whispered in my ear. “We are a couple, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t like men too. Sheila is interested in you, and I have been for a long time, even back in high school.”

My erection was now totally out of control, and I could see the delight in Sandy’s eyes as she pressed her pelvis against it. She knew that her words were bringing about their desired effect.

I was wondering if I was interpreting those words correctly when she confirmed it for me.

“Remember when Sheila said that we may be able to have more fun together? Well, she meant the three of us. What do you think, are you up for it?”

“I sure am right now girl; I may have to pole vault back to the tables!” I returned.

“I’ll try to keep from embarrassing you Rick. Walk close behind me and not too many people will see the tent” she grinned, enjoying my discomfort good naturedly.

“I have to warn you” Sandy spoke as we made our way back towards Sheila. “We’re a kinky couple, with some deviant ideas. Once we get started you may be shocked by some of our little quirks.”

“Not a problem by me” I returned, gulping a bit. I couldn’t help thinking that they may be into whips and chains. I’m not much into that stuff, but was willing to take a chance with these two beauties. How many opportunities would a man like me have to bed two lovely nymphs at the same time, and without even having to court them?

“I may have a shocking idea or two as well” I grinned mischievously.

The reunion was winding down, and the three of us were eager to begin the second stage of the party. We bid our farewells to old friends and headed for the exit. I told the girls that I wanted to stop at the restroom before we left, but Sheila would have none of that.

“Save it for when we get to our place, it’s not far” she insisted.

“Okay sexy lady, you’re really eager, eh?” I said as we walked out the door, a beautiful woman on both of my arms. I was hoping some of my friends would see us heading out for our adventure, but wouldn’t you know it, no one was near the exit. I figured it was really better that way; it’s not becoming to fuck and tell.

True to her word, the hotel was quite close. The girls had come by cab, so we all piled into the front seat of my pickup and made the short trip to a very nice hotel. You know the type, posh carpets, giant chandeliers, bell hops, and the works. I could see that these women weren’t hurting for cash. “Sure hope no one pinches me awake from this dream” I thought to myself.

There was no danger of that though, for I was wide awake. I became even more awake when we got to their room. Sheila wasted no time doffing her clothing, kicking her shoes off as she entered, and nearly ripped the buttons from her blouse as she shed it and her skirt almost simultaneously. She smiled at me and approached, turning when she was near enough for me to reach.

“Would you like to do the honors?” she asked sexily. I would, and I did, reaching for the bra clasp that she was referring to and deftly unsnapping it. I was proud of myself for not fumbling with it, keeping my outward appearance as nonchalant as I could while my inner self was shaking like the last leaf on a tree in a stiff autumn breeze.

As she moved her arms forward to allow the garment to fall from her shoulders, I took the initiative and reached for the newly freed mounds of flesh, massaging them both to rub away the elastic lines created by the bra. Moans of appreciation told me that what I was doing was welcomed, and even louder moans told me she loved me tweaking her swelling nipples.

I’d nearly forgotten about Sandy, having been enthralled with the beauty in front of me, but her movement caught my eye as she slid the door to the Jacuzzi room aside and turned the system on. The low hum of the pumps harmonized with Sheila’s moans as I gently kissed the back of her neck, inhaling her scent; her slightly sweaty perfumed aroma intoxicating me. I gently nibbled on her neck while my left hand slid down her body, heading inexorably toward the elastic of her panties. Resisting the urge to plunge directly in to cup her moistening womanhood, I slid the elastic aside just a bit, lightly brushing the outside of her lingerie with the palm of my hand. That quick brush hinted that her mound was completely bare.

I slowly rubbed my hands up and down her outer thighs, moving one up to massage a panty encased buttock, while my other moved to her inner thigh. The heat there set me on fire; it was all I could do to control the urge to yank her panties off and plunge my fingers deep inside her moist womanhood. I could feel the dampness as well as the heat there, and I desperately wanted to taste and smell her; to explore her sex with fingers and tongue.

Like Sheila, Sandy was wasting no time. She shed her outer garments and came to the two of us, reaching a hand out to caress her girlfriend’s skin with the back of her hands. I reached over and unsnapped her bra as deftly as I had Sheila’s, beaming to myself for the one handed feat. At the same time I gave in to my urge, and plunged my hand into the blonde’s panties, removing all doubt about her pussy being bare. Smooth as a baby’s behind! She moaned loudly as I felt her moistened folds, slipping a finger up and down her already slick slit. Just as quickly as I had slid my hand inside her panties, I removed it and brought my hand toward my nose. Sandy intercepted it though, greedily inhaling the blonde’s scent and licking her juices from my fingers.

Becoming less patient all the time, I dropped to my knees before the gorgeous blonde and hooked the top of her panties, sliding them down and off of her silky smooth body. She lifted her feet to allow me to toss them away, and I was left staring at the object of my desire.

I brushed my lips slowly up her legs, but not as slowly as I’d gone before, my need to smell and taste her charms nearly preventing me from teasing her much more. I needed to inhale her as much as she wanted me to. Never the less, I was able (barely) to control my desire for a while longer, kissing and nibbling up and down her delicately perfumed thighs and then down to her knees. She rewarded me with a series of moans and shivers, mumbling something in her native Swedish that I could not understand. I didn’t need to understand her language in order to know what she wanted though.

Finally I kissed my way back up her inner thighs, and higher yet, to her smoothly shaved mound. Parting her delicate pussy lips with my fingers, I slid the tip of my tongue up along the outside of her labia, hearing more moans as I did my best to work her into a frenzy. I teased her lips some more, then lightly brushed the flat of my tongue across her clit, and she let go a muffled cry. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and plunged my tongue deep inside of her moist womanhood, inhaling her heady scent as I enjoyed her delicious nectar. A squeal of excitement escaped her lips, and something else escaped from her pussy. I detected a saltier taste than that of her passion, but just a little.

“Did she leak out a little pee just then?” I thought to myself. I was sure that she hadn’t cum yet, as I had barely touched her, only slightly brushing her prominent clit with my nose. I didn’t worry about it though, I simply dug in further, grasping both buttocks and pulling her harder onto my hungry mouth. I was rewarded with another groan and a little more liquid, and while I puzzled over this phenomenon, I wasn’t going to stop any time soon. I savored her delights for a few more moments then stood to remove my own restricting clothing.

That brief move made me lose my ‘place’. Sandy was there in a heartbeat, covering Sheila’s pussy with her own mouth, grasping her buttocks with her own hands, and getting much more of a reward than I had. Sheila’s pussy was squirting profusely now, all over her lover’s face and breasts. I knew then that it was pee that I had tasted, and she was letting go with wild abandon in her girlfriend’s mouth and down her body!

“Wow” I thought to myself. “This lady has really lost control!”

It was then that I noticed that Sheila was standing on a layer of towels, and that there was plastic sheeting beneath that. That fact drove home that this wasn’t an unusual thing for these girls. They’d planned this before ever inviting me to their hotel room. What a lucky guy I was to have been chosen by these two sexy kinky vixens!

“Your turn lover,” Sheila encouraged, looking me directly in the eye. “Sandy would love for you to shower her with your golden nectar.”

I wasted no time standing in front of her, but try though I may, no pee was forthcoming. My rigid cock wouldn’t let the flow go. I groaned my displeasure, but Sheila just smiled and knelt before me, circling the purple head of my tumescent shaft with her lively tongue and gently squeezing my full balls.

“Sheila will get rid of that pesky hardon for you Hun, then you can give both of us a shower!” Sandy grinned mischievously.

There was no doubt that Sheila knew her way around a man’s cock and balls. She gently cupped my sac with a soft hand while swirling her tongue around and underneath the head of my engorged member. That magic tongue did a dance up and down the sensitive underside before she moved up to engulf most of my manhood deep into her warm and welcoming mouth. She didn’t withdraw for a breath right away, instead she kept me buried almost to the hilt in the back of her throat, and sucked in on my ecstatic rod. Her tongue was working magic at the same time, rubbing back and forth across the underside. When she finally did come up for air she grinned up at me.

“Don’t hold back lover, she smiled. I want to feel your cum splashing against the back of my throat. Sandy and I would love to share your milky white juice!”

I listened to her, but I did hold back for as long as I was able. This beauty was giving me the blowjob of a lifetime, and I wanted to make it last. She continued to caress my balls as she worked her head up and down the shaft, opening her throat more and more until I was indeed buried to the hilt. Keeping the fleshy member deep in her throat, she worked her tongue all around it. I grimaced with the effort to control the inevitable, but when Sandy moved behind me and slid a slippery finger up and down my ass crack, I knew I was going to lose it. When she pushed the tip of her finger into my ass, I was a goner!

“Yes girls, yes!” I moaned, writhing back toward Sandy, and then pushing forward into Sheila. The head of my cock expanded in her welcoming mouth, and the hot jizm began its journey from my balls to the back of her hungry throat.

“Suck me Sheila, taste my cum!” I cried out.

She did just that, timing her mouth’s suction with my first pulse of sperm, allowing it to shoot deep into her throat. Just as quickly, she pulled back a bit to get the next gob on her tongue, and then pulled her mouth away completely to aim the spurting organ towards Sandy’s face. Two hard spurts shot across her nose and chin, and into her open mouth and delighted tongue. I’d never seen such cum hungry women!

Time slowed to a crawl, it was as if I was cumming in slow motion. Sheila aimed my pulsing member first at her girlfriends face, and then at her own. I’m sure I’d never climaxed for this long before in my life, and I may never again. I’d been saving up for quite some time in anticipation of this class reunion. Of course I was hoping to get lucky, but this luck was nearly beyond belief.

I coated the girl’s faces and tongues with ropes of hot white semen, and they couldn’t get enough. Sheila milked my balls for what seemed like minutes more, but was more like a few seconds as she stroked the last vestiges of my seed through my cock. Sweat was pouring down my chest and face as she took my shrinking manhood back into her mouth, sucking and swallowing the last vestiges of my ejaculate.

Smiling up at me with her cum covered lips she asked. “Do you think you can give us some of that hot pee now?”

I was still panting, and my knees felt like rubber, but I straightened up and took my deflating cock in my hand, aiming it towards the pee thirsty ladies. I surely did have to go, having held back for longer than usual at the girl’s request. With no trouble at all my cock became a fire hose, spraying the ladies faces with hot urine. I could tell that they were delighted to get such a ‘treat’ as they giggled and smiled the entire time that I was ‘cleaning’ them off. I had rinsed most of my cum from Sheila’s face and began to work on Sandy when I finally ran out of ‘gas’. Sandy took my now softened cock in her mouth and sucked the last pulses from my bladder, assisting me as I flexed out the last throes of my relief. I have to say, that’s some kind of feeling having help finishing up like that. It was as close to a multiple orgasm as I’ve ever felt. I groaned in appreciation as she slurped my sensitive cock head deep into her mouth, sucking and tonguing me until I became weak in the knees.

Sheila was behind me, nibbling on my buttocks and licking my emptied balls as Sandy helped me finish up. It was all that I could do to remain standing, and the girls noticed my wobbly legs. Sheila stood up and gently pushed me down toward the wet towels, and then the three of us lay there together in the now cooled and sopping ‘bed’.

They weren’t done yet though, not by a long shot. Sandy still had a full bladder, and was about to share it with Sheila and me. She stood up and straddled my chest, reaching down to spread her delicious pussy lips. I looked up into her crotch and watched as the first small drops became a little flow, and then a torrent of hot golden nectar. Her aim was good; she hit me square in the chest with that liquid love. I was amazed at how hot it felt streaming down my body. Sheila moved under her and opened her mouth to catch some of the golden stream, and moved away to allow me to have a taste. I surprised myself by clamping my mouth on her still streaming pussy, sucking in the hot wet fluid and swallowing as I massaged her buttocks. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of doing that, but I’m amazed to say, it was delicious!

The girls later told me that they pay attention to what they drink to help make their pee more tasty and fragrant. I never knew it could be done, but whatever they were drinking, it worked. I’m sure that mine wasn’t nearly as tasty as theirs, but heard no complaints.

Sandy was writhing and moaning as I continued to help her finish, just like she’d done for me. I now knew what pleasure could be had being helped in the final throes of peeing. I kept my mouth clamped on her wet pussy and moved a finger towards her ass crack, sliding up and down that sensitive crevice until I found her dark opening. Pushing it up, the tip made entrance, and provoked another delighted squeal from the writhing girl. I didn’t want to quit, but Sandy was done in, and she collapsed on the floor, her legs unable to hold her up any longer. I did my best to stay with her, following her down to the towel covered floor, and continued to service her with my eager tongue. Her flavor had changed; now instead of pee I tasted her essence. I teased her labia and circled her clit while slipping a finger into her womanly folds, slithering it inside of her center. She moaned her encouragement and raised her legs up higher, giving me better access to all of her sensitive parts.

Sheila didn’t remain idle while I pleasured that wet pussy; she had moved closer and was massaging one of Sandy’s breasts while nursing on the other. Between the two of us, we were trying hard to give her all of the pleasure we could. It was working too; we were rewarded with a series of moans and shrieks; I got a particularly high one when I pointed my tongue and poked it right into her dark opening. She knew how to open up, and did just that, allowing me to explore her musky darkness. I continued to finger her pussy while working my tongue in her back door, and soon I could feel her begin to ‘vibrate’.

Sheila moved a hand down and began rubbing her girlfriend’s clit, and I paid attention to her style, sure that she knew just what this girl loved. I watched as she rubbed from the base to about half way up the prominent nub, then back down to circle around the bottom. Repeating this pattern brought moans and pleas from the wanton woman, and it was becoming difficult to stay latched onto her squirming body.

“Oh Sheila baby, you know how that drives me crazy! Rub me darling, now please, please, please!”

Finally the Swedish beauty gave in, and pressed hard on the tip of Sandy’s clit, swirling around it several times before lowering her head to take the taught nubbin between her teeth, circling just the tip with her tongue. I drove my tongue deep into the writhing nymph’s backside, and slid my middle finger as far into her pussy as possible, and listened as she began to vibrate more, a long low moan turning into a louder groan as she reached her plateau and descended into mindless orgasm.

“Suck me, lick me!” she pleaded.

We continued our oral and digital onslaught on the poor helpless babe until she melted in an overpowering orgasm, her body buzzed and shook, then went totally limp as the sensations were almost too much for her. I thought for a moment that she had passed out from the pleasure, but noticed that her eyes were open, just staring up at the nothingness of the ceiling. I slowly slipped my finger out of her wet pussy and rose up to her face to meet Sheila there, both of us kissing her cheeks and nibbling at the corners of her mouth while gently massaging her breasts, allowing her to drop slowly from whatever cloud she had been on. She sighed contentedly and smiled at her two lovers, then seemed to drift off. She may have fallen asleep right there on the wet towels, but I helped her up and laid her on the couch, both of us kissing and massaging her as she draped her arm around my shoulders to help me move her.

We were all pretty tired by that time, and decide to relax in the Jacuzzi. I stood up and helped the ladies to their feet, leading them both to the shower. We spent several minutes in the steamy stall and then moved into the hot tub. The warm bubbles and hard flowing jets felt wonderful on our tired bones, and began to revitalize us as well.

Sheila and Sandy sat on one side of the tub with me across from them. We all just sat and relaxed for a while, smiling at each other but not talking much. I knew that these girls were just getting started. Sheila hadn’t cum yet, and I was determined to rectify that situation as soon as I had regained my strength.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Sandy asked me if I would be a dear and fetch a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator. I was happy to, and watched as the two embraced in a passionate kiss. Making my way to the small hotel ‘fridge, I watched as they began to pleasure each other in the steaming and frothy water. There were two bottles of sparkling rose’ in there, and lo and behold, three glasses. Those glasses, along with the tarp and towels on the floor convinced me that this wasn’t just a spur of the moment tryst that we were enjoying.

“So how long have you girls been planning this little threesome?” I asked, smiling as I handed them both a full glass of bubbly.

“Oh, I suppose ever since I saw the invitation and the guest list” winked Sandy. “I saw your name there, and started scheming right away. Sheila was up for it, and you certainly were. I guessed right on that one!” she grinned.

“Watching you two beauties is helping me get up for it again” I boasted.

“That’s what we were hoping for” purred Sheila, sipping on her wine and stroking the back of Sandy’s neck. “You have some unfinished business to take care of here Hun.”

“No doubt, and I’m looking forward to it.” I answered, stepping back onto the hot bubbling water.

We clicked our glasses together in a toast, and the ladies tipped their glasses up, both draining them with one gulp. I followed suit, and reached over the side of the tub for the bottle, refilling all three glasses and dropping it over the side.

“To class reunions” I toasted, hoisting my glass and taking another hearty sip.

They both finished up their second glass just like the first, and set them on the ledge. Sandy was eyeing my glass, so I hurried up and finished mine as well, and then moved over next to her. She spun around and put me between them, and I felt a hand on my reawakening tool. I put one arm around Sheila and began fondling her right breast, gently pinching and teasing her nipple while pulling Sandy close to me. Our lips met for a deep kiss, tongues battling for position in each others mouth. My cock was now fully awakened again, and Sheila was making sure it stayed that way with her hand, stroking from the base of the shaft to the sensitive head slowly and firmly.

The three of us enjoyed this position for a few moments, then traded, my lips locked on Sheila’s as Sandy pleasured my hardon with her hand. When I felt Sandy’s hands under my buttocks, I immediately knew what she wanted, and rose up so that she could get my cock above the foaming water. Her lips were soon wrapped around it, tongue slipping on the sensitive underside when she pulled away, then slipping down again to engulf more and more of the turbid man flesh. Both of these vixens were obviously extremely talented in the art of felatio, much to my delight! Sheila and I continued our deep kissing while Sandy pleasured my cock until Sheila suggested that we head for the bedroom. I was a little reluctant to end the pleasure that we were enjoying there, but knew that there was much more to come in bed. The three of us stepped out and took turns toweling each other off, and then headed for bed.

“I think it’s my turn” smiled Sheila, lying down on the bed and smiling up at her two love partners. She was on her back with her legs slightly parted, looking as inviting as any woman could. Sandy and I moved toward her but she held her hand up to stop us.

“Not just yet lovers, you two just sit back and watch me for a while.”

“Oh, we’re in for a great show” Sandy giggled excitedly. “I haven’t seen one of these in a while!”

I took the cue and moved a futon nearer to the bed, and sat there with Sandy. I draped my arm around her and grasped her left breast, gently massaging it while tweaking her nipple. Sandy for her part had taken my stiff manhood in her hand and began to slowly stroke it, giving it a squeeze every now and then as we watched Sheila warming up.

She began by running her hands up and down her smooth body, and then took a bottle of Sweet Almond massage oil from the nightstand, squeezing a stream of the fragrant lotion onto her tight, well toned tummy. Her gaze was directed at both of us as she started rubbing the oil into her tanned skin, increasing the size of the circles she made until she was just skimming the underside of her taught breasts. Those orbs looked so inviting, standing up straight and proud with no sign of sag anywhere. Soon they were glistening with the almond oil, as was the rest of her torso. She squirted more on her hands and began to massage herself lower, slowly and inexorably moving towards the apex of her slightly spread thighs. Her eyes had been on the two of us constantly, but now they were shut as she began to drift away into her world of pleasure.

Sandy moved around and urged me to shift so she could lower her head to my crotch, still keeping her eyes on her lady love the whole time. She lowered her head and took the tip of my cock in her mouth, slipping the tip of her tongue into the slit on the end. She never closed her eyes, or took them off of her girlfriend, but it sure felt good. Sex permeated the room as Sheila left the planet and entered her own world. Her hands were now at her center, and her labia shone with the delicious oil, having spread the folds with oily fingers, opening them up for us to see into the heart of her sex.

Her legs were now parted considerably wider, and she began to slide her hand up and down her most sensitive spots, lingering for a while on her pussy lips, then down lower, to circle her tight brown muscle. Bending her knees, she placed her feet flat on the bed and raised up higher. I could see what she wanted, so without touching her I reached for a pillow and placed it beneath her writhing ass cheeks. Not missing a beat, she pointed her ring finger at that slippery little raisin. We watched as it disappeared to the last knuckle. Her middle finger found her other opening, and she began to fuck both of her erogenous zones, slowly at first, and then with more and more urgency. Her other hand that had been massaging her breast and pinching her nipple moved lower, down across her tummy to find her erect clitoris.

Sandy began sucking my cock in earnest now, lowering her head down to engulf the entire organ, her chin rubbing against my balls as her tongue moved back and forth on the underside. The only thing that I could reach from that position was Sandy’s right breast, so I squeezed that and pinched her nipple, making her moan loudly in appreciation. Sheila removed her finger from her pussy and replaced her ring finger with the middle one, burying it deep in her slippery rectum.

“Help me now Sandy, find my spot please” she moaned out, sliding her middle finger deep into her ass while circling her clit with her other hand.

Sandy knew what she wanted, and released my knob from her mouth with a pop! Her middle finger delved into Sheila’s creamy womanhood, in search of her elusive ‘G’ spot. She must have found it, because the writhing woman began to moan, low at first, rising to a crescendo as the digits helped push her to her pleasure zone. Sandy had moved close to her girlfriend, her face mere inches from that tortured pussy. Her backside looked so very inviting that I decided to take advantage, moving behind her and aiming my abandoned cock at her wet opening. I slid easily to the hilt in her juicy opening, and began to move in and out of the hot canal.

“In my ass, Rick, I want your cock in my ass!”

“Will wonders never cease,” I thought to myself.

Anal sex is my weakness, and I was delighted that these two girls liked to tease their little holes with fingers, but I was pleasantly surprised to get that most welcome invitation. I wasted no time at all, slipping from her wet folds and aiming at that dark crinkle. I reached over for the bottle of oil and squirted some on both her ass hole and my cock, then aimed the tumescent member at her dark center, pushing in until the head was out of sight.

“Ah, yes!” the delighted girl yelped, pushing to open up farther for my invading flesh. “Fuck my ass!” came her unnecessary instruction.

I was happy to obey, and pressed forward slowly at first, but I could feel her urgency, and was soon pushing in and out harder and faster to meet her own pushes toward me. She turned her attention back to Sheila then, but was doing something incredible to my cock as well. Seems she was in control of her anal muscles, and used them to squeeze me, applying pressure whenever I was fully inside of her dark recess. Sandy began massaging Sheila’s breast and pinching her nipple, and lowered her face to the moaning woman’s pussy, replacing the finger that was teasing her clit with her tongue and lips. She nibbled on the hardened bud for a while, and then circled her tongue around and up and down the now super excited pleasure spot. Sheila began to speak in her native language again, this time louder, and stronger. I had the feeling that there were some swear words in there judging by her tone, and I could tell that she was close to orgasm.

Sandy redoubled her efforts on her girlfriend, all the while pushing hard back to me, keeping up her rhythm of pushes and squeezes on my cock, driving me crazy and making it hard for me to maintain control. What happened next was truly amazing!

Sheila yelled out a loud “Now!” and I watched as Sandy moved her finger back and forth inside of her lover, pushing on her ‘G’ spot, seemingly pressing it into the back of her buzzing clit. Seconds later, with a yelp and a delighted squeal, Sandy’s face was covered with a gush of juice from the ecstatic vixen!

I’d heard of female ejaculation, but had never actually seen it. This was the real deal. Another writhe, and another squeal produced another powerful spray, this time Sandy moved her head a bit and some of the warm slippery liquid sprayed my way. I had leaned in to watch, my cock buried in Sandy’s ass, and I got a taste of her delightful nectar. This wasn’t pee, it was girl cum, and I wanted more!

I moved closer, almost flattening poor Sandy with my weight, and replaced her tongue with mine, circling on that taught clit. I was hoping to get another gush, and I was rewarded with another spasm from the Swede, and another gush of heavenly girl nectar. I opened my mouth and drank her in, and then engulfed her pussy, sucking all of the ambrosia that I could get. The writhing lady screamed in ecstasy, begging me to suck on her gushing pussy. I was more than happy to accommodate her, sucking on her folds and driving my tongue into her hot cavern.

Sandy’s butthole was forgotten, my hard cock having slipped from that well controlled orifice when the gusher started. I moved to slide back into her, but she stopped me, taking a washcloth to my cock, she cleaned me up and guided me to Sheila’s dark opening.

“Fuck her ass like you fucked mine stud, make her feel the head of your cock in the back of her rectum!”

“Yes Rick, I want to feel your cock buried in my ass. Do it now please!”

Her English was not perfect any more, but her wishes were clear to me. Who was I to deny the wishes of this beautiful maiden? Sandy oiled me up again, then did the same for Sheila, and then aimed my still hard dick at her flexing hole. I could tell she was eager to be penetrated, but I wanted to tease her for just a bit. I purposely slid up and down her crack, teasing the little hole but not entering it. She vented her frustration my grasping the sheets and gnawing on them, then glared at me, admonishing me to finish the job.

“Now Rick, I need it now!” she growled.

She was still on her back, her feet in her hands; she would never be more ready for me. I decided to stop the teasing and aimed my cock truly this time, pushing right into her dark bulls-eye. Pushing toward her, I felt her open up for me, and then I was inside of her. She squirmed and groaned, pushing up to my rigid member until I was fully buried in her forbidden cavern. The heat was incredible, and she too had mastered some inner muscles, squeezing me every time I was fully engulfed in her, seemingly trying to keep me from withdrawing from her innards. I had a hard time controlling it, but like before I wanted to make it last as long as possible.

Meanwhile Sandy had moved to her girlfriend’s breasts, and was nursing on the right one while squeezing the left. Her hand then moved down to her still sopping pussy, and began to tease her there again. Swedish language filled the room once again, and something else did too. It was the sweet smell of Sheila’s piss, which had begun flowing from her pussy as I stroked in and out of her flexing ass hole. Sandy was pressing her hand against the streaming pussy, splashing her urine on my cock and balls as I pressed into the wanton beauty.

“Fuck me my darling lover, you feel so good inside of my ass, but I want to feel your cum shooting in my pussy!” she exclaimed, grinding up to my pelvis, my cock still buried deep in her back door.

Sandy knew what to do, reaching for a wet wash cloth as I pulled from Sheila’s squeezing butthole. She cleaned me off and directed the hard hunk of manflesh towards her lover’s pussy, and I easily slid into that wet hole. I immediately began to stroke my sword in and out of her warmth, ready to let go a torrent of sperm into her womb. She had made it known that she was ready for me to fill her, and I was eager to please. I reached beneath her and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands, pulling her tighter to my pelvis, and she responded by flexing some unknown inner muscles inside of her womanhood. That heavenly feeling, along with Sandy again slipping a finger into my ass triggered an explosive orgasm into that hungry pussy. My cock expanded and flexed inside of her, propelling my hot load of white lava deep inside of her squeezing vagina.

“You want it babe, here it comes!” I yelled as my cock began to shoot it’s battery into the hungry womb.

“Fuck me, fill me with your essence!” cried Sheila.

No problem there, my control was non-existent, and my member was pulsing out of control, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep inside of my squirming lover. My finger had found her slippery butthole and was sliding in and out of her even as Sandy was massaging my prostrate with her own finger. Sperm flowed unabated into her welcoming pussy, and though I tried to hold myself up, I was unable to and collapsed on my sweating lover. My pulse was racing, sweat was pouring off of my body from every pore, and I was almost out of breath. Sheila was nearly the same, and our bodies seemed glued together with our sweat and juices. We lay there panting for a few moments, and then I felt Sandy’s breath on my ear.

“Fill her again, Rick. Let your yellow nectar loose inside of her, she wants it, she’s just too out of breath to tell you.”

“I don’t know if I can, you two really wore me out” came my reply.

I struggled to do what she asked, but to no avail, until Sandy stooped over me and let loose her own stream of hot pee; right on the back of my neck, and then down my backbone. The heat of her stream encouraged me, and my now semi-erect member began to fill Sheila with warm piss. My bladder finally let go fully, and a strong stream of hot urine flowed inside of her, mixing with my sperm and her juices. Sheila lay there motionless, taking in the feeling of being filled with hot pee. Her breathing began to increase, and I could tell that she was delighting in it, when she let go another gush of slippery girl cum. Her liquid mixed with mine and Sandy’s on the bedclothes, and this time she did pass out. Her breathing became even again, and she seemed to be sleeping with a contented smile on her face.

He is lying in her arm, she touches his face, her gentle voice is sending shivers down his spine, just like all the times. She is playing with his nipples again, they are already hurting a bit. She is talking to him with her calm voice. He had to masturbate in front of her and had to stop just before cumming. Cumming was strictly forbidden. Just using his full strength he was able to do so. She knew more about his body than he did himself. When there were only two or three moves left until his explosion he heard her gentle order: “Stop!”

Almost he had been screaming as loud as hell, aghast, that one more time he was not allowed to ejaculate. He wants to taste her, but her game with him is not over yet. He knows she wants it all from him. If she would allow him to cum after almost endless pain he would see flashlights in his mind.

But he is addicted to this game she made the rules for. The sudden end of her caresses causes this beating in his loins, the top of his cock is screaming for more and his whole dick, hard as a rock, seems to be connected directly with his nipples. The twisting of his nipples is sending beats into his cock and his head. Not really aching, pure lust, but somehow painful. He is listening to her voice: “Can you feel my fingernails at your nipples?”


“Does it hurt?”


“Do you want me to stop?”

“Ohhno, do not stop!”


He knows exactly the answer she is expecting. And he wants it, too, right? But despite of this he is afraid. And he knows what is coming up for him.

He presses the words out of his mouth: “Harder please!”

Not a second after these words have left his lips an extreme heavy hit is beating from his nipples to his loins. Although or because it hurts so much he is pressing his breast towards her. She is twisting his nipples, hard, always harder. And she knows exactly how far she can go.

She stops. But his relief will not last long as she starts to cover his hard cock with ortica juice. Following this his bulging testicles are getting tied. At last she is pulling a tight condom over his dick while grinning at him.

In a mix of pain and lust he is staring at her strap-on. Like in slow motion she sinks down on him. He feels her plastic penis moving between his lips and fucking his greedy slave mouth.

Suddenly she gets up. Breathing heavily her victim is lying in front of her.

At last she puts the ortica condom away.

He breathes deeply, but she won’t give him a break. Instead of she grabs a burning candle.

She lets hot wax dripping on his body, his nipples, his hard cock.

And he begs for more…

“You are going to lick me again, as complete and as long until I am completely satisfied with your performance!”

He is optimistic. This would not be the first time that he would lick her greedy cunt until she climaxes. And he likes that.

But this time he should not get through this that easy.

“First you will lick my ass with your dirty tongue.

Then you will lick from my ass up to my cunt. your tongue will discover my backdoor and lick it clean most intensively. Because I guess that even you can get me a little hot in this way you are going to clean my cunt with your tongue afterwards. Have I been straight and clear?”

He understands everything but can not believe it. She wants to humiliate him completely. He shall really lick her ass hole and afterwards her cunt juices.

If he could do that?

Just as she has spoken her words she is pressing her nice little ass right in his face.

Giving in to her power over him his tongue is dancing right through the tight ass hole of this dominating woman.

“Ooohhh yes, at least this you can do, Mr. Small Cock! Lick my hole clean!” Obedient he is licking stronger and stronger between her cunt lips and her anus.

Meanwhile she is moaning harder and harder. Realizing her getting hotter and hotter makes him fucking his bitch with his tongue into both holes.

Now her anus stands wide open.

Soon she feels his rock hard erected cock deep in her tight rectum. Holy shit, how great is that! The bed seems to be almost breaking down, it is squeaking and swaying under their moves heavily. She is pushing his dick into her ass as far as possible. It really hurts, but each push is sending shivers of pleasure from her head to her toes. He tries to fuck towards her moving ass as far as possible. Now he wants to squirt his cum into her rectum, for the first time ever!

“May I, may I squirt into your ass?” he moans obedient afraid of the consequences.


Suddenly she lifts her ass until his cock slides out. If he just hadn´t asked her!

Once again her ass is coming down above his face. While his obedient tongue is entering her backdoor taking the place of his cock she just can´t resist to get her lips wrapped around his throbbing rod until she is tasting her own rectal juices.

But before he is cumming she stopped the game.”Sorry Honey, we have to hurry now. You know that Nina and Cleo are coming for a visit. They´ll be here in a few minutes. Be a good boy and get dressed now.”

Oh shit, how could he forget that? Her silly girl-friends will stay for the weekend. Yes, she had told him about some weeks ago.

Some hours later in the night. He can’t sleep and discovers Nina in the bathroom. Nina is taking a shower and he has silently entered the bathroom, peeping at her and wanking his neglected cock.

He is leaning with his back at the tiled bathroom wall rubbing his fully erected dick that sticks out of his opened morning gown.

Nina is leaning under the shower also with her back at the tiled wall and starts to let her fingers stroke over her soaped cunt. Her eyes are closed in pleasure, still thinking she would be alone in the bathroom with no one watching her. While the drops of water keep rolling off from her tight skin Nina´s second hand is wandering to her tits and presses them together slightly.

Just this view at this bloody bitch – he really hated her from the beginning – is pumping more blood into his rock hard cock. She is probably dreaming about that sexy guy from the dance club she wanted to talk to but didn’t dare to one more time. In the end it is his fault of course, but that is nothing new for him.

Nina’s fingers keep rubbing her slutty cunt, tenderly stroking her pussy lips and finally open up her cunt for what should follow. Nina moistens her long and slim fingers and starts now to rub her clit gently.

He is grabbing his foreskin with thumb and index finger, pulls it slightly back and concentrates his moves on the scarlet top of his cock until he feels his juice rise.

He succeedes in shooting his load against the wall without her recognizing him. Silently he leaves the bathroom.

But he still hadn´t seen enough. As the night goes on he is sneaking into the guest room where Cleo should be sleeping. But she isn’t. She is awake and is already waiting for him.

Soon she is squatting on a seat in front of him spreading her fat thighs as far as she can. Like hypnotized he is staring at her so unashamedly presented paradise. He is looking at her swollen pussy lips wondering if her foolish Harry ever gave it to her like he should and for how long she hadn´t got another cock inside her. Lasciviously Cleo is squatting before him, her hand moving to her glittering cunt. At first one, then two of her thick fingers sliding into it. Wet and sticky from her horny juice Cleo is sliding her fingers into his mouth for him to lick them clean. She is tasting like pure horniness.

“Do you need a written invitation? By a look at your stick I can tell how horny you are! Your Sweetheart didn’t let you because we are here visiting her, right? Now come between my legs, down on your knees and smell my hot pussy!”

Completely spineless he does everything Cleo is demanding. The tip of his tongue is pleasing her clitty, he is squatting on the floor in front of her looking up to her in devotion. He is doing his best to be able to reach her well in this position, pressing his face closer and closer to Cleo’s twitching gap. His sweat is breaking out and demanding she grabs the back of his head pressing his face onto her greedy cunt. The tip of his tongue is nearly driving her mad. He feels how every hit of his tongue lets her get wilder.

“Yeeesssssss, suck my pearl! Don´t worry, I´m gonna let you fuck me soon, but before you’re gonna lick me until I’m cumming!”

Meanwhile Nina had entered the room. Suddenly both bitches are pressing his back to the floor opening his gown.

Helpless under the power of these two bitches he gets more and more horny while his Willie is stretching itself high pertly.

Then the naked Nina is squatting herself over him and demands: “Come on you horny peeping boy, lick my cunt until I gotta pee.” She takes his head between her thighs until his tongue gets deeply into her freshly showered cunt.

He is afraid his cock would burst into pieces as horny as he got. Insatiable he is licking Nina’s wet cent, tasting her pussy lips while Cleo is stroking herself watching them.

Finally he spreads his lips covering Nina´s cunt while pressing his tongue as deep as possible into her wet pharynx. Suddenly Nina is screaming: “Fuck me with your tongue, I gotta pee!” And already her spurt is shooting into his mouth. She seems to have drunk a lot of coffee and a little champagne…

As Nina had emptied herself completely into his mouth she finally rises herself away from him. Shortly afterwards he feels that he got turned around to lie on his belly.

Nina screams at him: “I have been licked better before!” And already he feels the beatings on his ass. Nina’s blows with a horsewhip are pattering hard and fast at his buttocks. You can hardly hear his painful gasping. The whip is drilling into his buttocks and he is imaging the traces that Nina’s beatings are leaving on his ass. How shall he be able to sit on his office chair on Monday?

But that doesn’t matter now. The wild women got him under control completely. Suddenly he realizes the sound of a digicam.

It has to be his girl-friend Sabrina taking pictures of him. Please only for her private use! He tries to turn himself away but fails. The ongoing whiplashes hitting his flesh suffocate any move to escape before he really started. His moaning gets stronger and stronger, his body is now covered in sweat. “Now look how our little piglet is transpiring!” Cleo is sounding merciless! With relief he recognizes that Nina’s hits are diminishing and finally stop completely. Silence. Gentle fingers are caressing his maltreated botty. But these fingers – they must be wrapped in latex! Nina is wearing gloves! But why? Then he feels the finger pushing forward into his sore crack. Her second hand – or maybe it wasn’t hers? – is rubbing over the welts on his ass. The pain makse him gasp. Another pair of hands is tearing his buttocks apart. The latex wrapped finger is penetrating his anus deeply.

Martin has to accept that there is no chance to escape. So he tries to relax as far as possible to avoid making it more painful than necessary. With the entry of Nina’s second and third finger the pain gets more but somehow it is also exciting in a way he didn’t know before. And he realizes how horny Sabrina gets as Nina is pushing her fingers deep in his anus letting them move in circles there. Nina’s fingers are moving faster, moving back and forth until Martin starts to scream out his horniness.

And then Nina has her flat hand completely in Martin’s botty. Her long moves forward and back almost drive him crazy. His lout is hard like never before, Sabrina has her fingers around it. Nina’s thumb joins her fingers. This is aching like hell and Martin tries desperately to escape from her but Sabrina doesn’t let him. Finally Nina’s fist is slipping completely into Martin’s ass. For a moment she doesn’t move before she begins to push back and forth. His feelings are overwhelming. Between her thrusts Nina is turning her little hand sometimes to the left, then again to the right. At the same time Sabrina is sucking his cock, very gingerly, her lips embracing it and the tip of her tongue is dancing at his acorn while Cora keeps on pleasing Sabrina’s soaking wet little cunt. All this happens while Nina keeps on fisting Martin without any mercy. Martin has no chance to hold back any longer.

Without thinking about the consequences he is shooting his load into Sabrina’s mouth.

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