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I love cock…its as simple as that. I love everything about it the taste, the smell, the feeling of being powerless to resist it. I love the feeling of a man holding my head with both hands as I bob my eager mouth up and down, swallowing as much cock I can over and over again. I love the feeling of a cock ploughing into my ass, making me squeal for more. Oh and cum how I love cum ever so much, so sticky, salty and warm. The feeling an eruption deep in my ass, mouth or on my face gives me is amazing.
But I’ve never loved a man…which is why Alistair was so good for me. He wasn’t looking for love he just wanted a slutty cock loving whore he could bury his cock in anytime he wanted. This was my perfect relationship, I’d never even found a man attractive or entertained thoughts of having a meaningful relationship I just want cock as much as I can get and Alistair’s 10 inches was like my own big slice of heaven.
He called me earlier and simply told me to be there as soon as I can before hanging up and I instantly got excited as there’s only reason he ever wants to see me. So as quick as I could I showered, making sure to clean myself up for him. I then quickly got dressed, sliding a pair of very short shorts over a lacy white thong and completing the outfit with a white tee shirt and then hurried out the door.
Now I was standing at his front door knocking, waiting for him to answer as I rubbed my rock hard cock through my shorts. But still nothing so I knocked again and waited…and waited. Surely he isn’t cruel enough to get my hopes up like this and not let me pleasure his cock? Yes I do call him master at times, but he’s not really, he just likes it when I do. I’m free to suck on any cock I want whenever I want. I went to knock a third time when finally the door swung open and he stood there with that smile of his, I was so horny at this point that I threw myself at him but he quickly pushed me aside and bet me over the back of his couch. I barely had time to realise what was happening before the door was shut, my shorts were around my ankles and my thong was ripped off my body, I just screamed with delight as all 10 inches of his rock hard cock were buried into my eager little asshole.
He has ploughed into me so violently that he’d lifted me off the ground and now as I moaned while impaled on his mighty cock he slid one hand around my waist on the other on my back, holding me in place as he began to thrust into me. “Oh god” I squealed over and over again as he slowly but deeply fucked my ass, burying himself inside me and slapping his hips up against my ass. Every thrust jolted me forward and felt like my body was being split in two.
Deeper and deeper, harder and harder he went, grunting and groaning with each thrust as my eyes watered and my ass screamed for more. And he gave me more as his balls slapped against mine and he thrust into me faster and faster. He pushed me down further into the couch and then gripped my hips with both hands, slamming his waist into my ass over and over as his massive cock split my ass in two and made me beg him for more.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he fucked me as hard as he could, my knees were weak and my ass now red from his body slamming into it and he just kept fucking me harder. I was screaming out at this point as his 10 inch dick violated my ass and he used my slutty body to satisfy his urges. As he continued to ravage my asshole I glanced over my shoulder up at him with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes as I moaned with his every deep thrust. He smiled down at me and slapped me on the ass hard, making it sting even more as he continued splitting me in half.
“Good boy” he muttered down to me as I screamed out how good it felt as he slammed his body into mine as hard as he could. The pain was intense but the pleasure was incredible. That massive cock just kept ploughing into me without mercy and I loved every second of it until he thrust every single last inch of it inside me and groaned loudly. “Oh god, you’re such a good boy” he exclaimed loudly as he dumped his seed inside me.
I put my feet back on the ground and we just stood there for several moments me still bent over as his cock softened in my ass before he finally pulled out and spanked me on the ass hard again. I squealed out in pain and knew without looking that my ass would be bright red, a souvenir from tonight’s epic fuck. He finally let me stand up and kissed me once before ushering me to the door and sending me outside.
The door closed shut as I stood there with his seed leaking out of ass and pulled my shorts back up with a smile before heading home.
These are my true stories. I am a 23 year old petite blonde.
The sun, the beach, the pool and the ocean mixed with some drinks are just the perfect combination for a weekend of fun.
Cabo, two years back, I took a trip with my girlfriend with only two objectives:-
1. Have lots of fun;
2. Fuck as many guys as we can.
This story is about the best fuck of that three-day trip. I fucked six different guys over that weekend, once with three of them together in the room.
His name was Peter. He was from Amsterdam and in Cabo with his friend to have fun. He was twenty-six, 6’3″, 180 pounds, blonde and perfect six-pack abs. In his speedo (yes, these Europeans
love their speedos!), you could see his package size, and I must say, it was very inviting.
We met at the pool where me and my girlfriend were relaxing, dipping and drinking. He and his friend made their way over to us girls and started to chat. We girls, without saying a word figured out who gets which guy. I was into Peter and soon he was on my side of the pool as we stood in the water drinking.
I was wearing a hot string black bikini. Minimum coverage for maximum exposure. Peter was not shy and even commented how hot I looked in that bikini. These European boys are not shy, I must say. We all were having a lot of fun and horseplay in the pool with a lot of touching, grabbing, picking and throwing each other in the pool. Given the petite size that I am, it was easy for Peter to grab me, lift me and throw me in the water. During all the horse play his hands would often grab my tits or my ass and once even my pussy as he lifted me up by grabbing my crotch area and throwing me in the water. During the play, my boobs popped out and both the boys hollered. They even encouraged both of us to go topless and we did. It was an adult only place and that was no big deal.
Soon the guys were kissing us girls and making out in the pool. Peter was a decent kisser. Too much biting though.
We girls were horny and were ready to fuck these European boys. I decided to take our room and go there with Peter while my girlfriend left to go to Peter’s friend’s room. I walked all the way to the room topless. I had a few married guys gawk at my perky tits in the hallway to the chagrin of their wives. Peter, on the other hand, was walking with the biggest bulge in his speedo. I am sure some wives copped a look at his manhood, too.
I did not even make it all the way in to his room when I turned around and pulled down Peter’s speedo. A nice long cock stood at full attention. Right there in the hallway I went down on my knees
and took his cock. I could taste the chlorine from the pool. He was nice and hard and I sucked him well. Peter was moaning soon and somehow managed to play with my perky tits as I sucked him. I
would take his cock all the way in my mouth and then pull it out slowly. I would tease his cocked and play with his balls. I stroked and sucked and sucked more until I heard it, Peter let out his load. A large load of cum right down my throat. Mmmm. He tasted good. I sucked his cock clean of every drop of cum.
Then we made our way to the bedroom. I pushed Peter onto the bed, pulled the string of my bikini bottom and stood there naked. I jumped on the bed and sat on Peter’s face, and wow! Peter was a
great pussy eater. I ground on his face as he ate me. Somehow he fingered my pussy and ate my pussy as I sat on his face. That did the trick. I came so hard on his face and collapsed on him.
Our room overlooked the pool and we were on a high floor. Unless you were in the room next to us, we could sit naked and no one would notice. Peter grabbed a couple of beers from our fridge and we both went to the balcony. His chair was next to me as we sat and drank. I grabbed his cock and stroked it gently. One of the guys on a higher floor saw us naked and toasted us with his beer in hand. It made me even hornier knowing he was watching us. I smiled back at him, opened my legs a little to show him my shaved pussy. Peter was sitting and enjoying the tease. I even went down on Peter’s cock and gave it a nice lick as I looked at the guy staring at us. I would not be surprised if he had his cock pulled out by now and was stroking.
Peter and I relaxed and drank for fifteen minutes and were ready to fuck some more. I asked Peter to eat me on the balcony first. He sat down on the ground in front of my chair and dug his face back into my pussy. Soon he had my juices flowing. He ate and fingered me until he had me moaning and squirming. My hands were in his hair as I pulled him deeper as I came.
Ready for his cock, I grabbed him and went to the bed. I pushed him on the bed, jumped on him and started to suck him to take his semi-hard cock and make it rock hard. Then I sat on it and rode his cock like a slutty cowgirl. His hands were all over my perky tits and on my ass as he grabbed and made me bounce on his cock. God, he pushed his cock really deep. I wanted him to cum but wantedto be fucked longer. I jumped off him, got into doggy position and asked him to fuck me. Peter was awesome and fucked me really hard. He slapped my ass and fucked me until it was time and he exploded hard in me. That felt so good. Once he was done, I turned around and cleaned his cock which had his juice and my pussy juice on it.
We knew that we were not done, so I asked him to play with my pussy. Lying on the bed, Peter started to play with my clit and finger my well-fucked pussy. He definitely had magic fingers. Then he did something kinky. He grabbed the beer, took a sip and went down and poured that beer in my pussy. That cold beer felt really strange and he would drink it back. This was the first time someone had done that to me, and I was really enjoying it. He pulled a fresh bottle of beer that was really cold and continued to drink his beer out of my pussy. Mmmm.
After he was done drinking his beer, I asked him to fuck me. He started to come between my legs but I stopped him. I went to the balcony and bent over the railing and asked him to come behind and fuck me. Right in the open, there we were, fucking. Anyone who may have looked up could have seen my tits over the railing and me being fucked well. Obviously that made me so horny that I came quickly and so did Peter.
It was time to take a quick break. I wanted one more fucking before I let him go. I was also worried my girlfriend would be coming back soon. I needed to be done and be ready for the evening to go out to this night club and pick new guys. We grabbed another drink and sat in the room. He was sitting
next to me and I sat on his lap naked. I could feel his flacid cock under my ass cheeks. We kissed and drank and fondled and all that did its magic and soon Peter was hard again.
I asked him to fuck my ass. Peter was really excited as he had not had many girls wanting anal. I sucked and lubricated his cock, got into a doggy style and had him fuck me. Peter slowly pushed his
long cock almost all the way in my tight ass. Slapping my ass again, he fucked me well and came one more time. This guy was good. He would cum again and again.
Soon the door knock happened. I kissed Peter goodbye and promised him if I saw him again the next day alone, I will fuck him one more time before I left. Yes, I fucked him the morning I was leaving in the bathroom of the lobby. One secret, I called his room that morning as I was leaving and asked him to meet me in the lobby for a goodbye fuck!
I have always been attracted to my cousin. Perhaps it started when I was about 10 and we would innocently practice kissing in her clubhouse. I don’t recall thinking much of it at the time but since we both hit puberty I have looked at her in a different way. She developed some curves and my hormones went wild and she has turned me on ever since. We saw each other only occasionally and even today only see each other a few times a year. I am now 28 and she 29.
She is now married with two young children. She always had a gorgeous face but a slim build. However, since having two kids she has developed an ample pair of breasts while still maintaining her slight, athletic frame. But I’m an ass man and hers is one I have long wanted to be close to. Our families vacation together at the beach every year and I always find myself staring at her hind parts through my sunglasses. It isn’t completely firm but it jiggles just right in her bikini bottoms. This year I found myself extra distracted as she would simply drape a blanket over herself while breastfeeding. Perhaps this isn’t a turn on for most but the fact that her bare breast was all but out in the open drove me wild.
As it turns out she has been having marital problems. Her husband, who is a cop, has become an alcoholic and also been diagnosed as bipolar. He has been treating her increasingly worse since the birth of their second child. She has been living with my aunt and uncle because she fears he will become abusive. As our vacation came to an end and it came time to leave she invited me to live with her for a bit. She planned on moving back into her house but was afraid to be alone with her husband. She herself has recently been exhibiting some erratic behavior that her doctors believe is related to a post-partum condition. In talking with my family about her situation my sister in law, a physician’s assistant, mentioned the symptoms of post-partum include hypersexual behavior and promiscuity, among other things. Even given my sympathy for her situation, my curiosity was peaked. I decided to take her up on her offer and went to live with her.
It didn’t take long for my sick fantasy to become reality. Her husband conveniently works nights so I had my opportunity. It began the day after I arrived. She was breastfeeding again and caught me staring. She jokingly asked if I was thirsty. I just laughed awkwardly as I did not believe her intentions were the same as mine. After putting her kids to bed we decided to watch a movie on Netflix. She chose What Lies Beneath; a movie that she had previously mentioned freaked her out. My wishful thinking sent me into frenzy. Did she want me there to comfort her through the movie?
We sat with our legs curled up on opposite ends of the couch as the movie began. Shortly into the movie our toes touched and she laughed, seemingly uncomfortably. A little while later her toes found mine again and this time she kept them there, not reacting at all. She began to gently rub the sole of my foot with her big toe. I sat stunned, not knowing what to do so I let it continue as if I didn’t even notice. Meanwhile the throbbing in my shorts was almost unbearable.
As the movie began to intensify she shifted closer to me and clung to my arm. We looked at each other briefly and chuckled awkwardly. She began stroking the inner part of my bicep which caused me to look at her. She withdrew and apologized but I told her I didn’t mind at all. She moved back and we cuddled as if we were a couple. A scene in the movie caused her to jump so I held her tighter. To further comfort her, and to test her mindset, I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me with a sheepish smile and without hesitation began to kiss my neck. She worked her way up to my lips and we kissed for the first time in almost 20 years. My hand worked its way up her thigh and under her night gown. To my surprise I found that she had nothing on underneath. I lifted it over her head to reveal what I had longed for all those years. I say jaw dropped as it was everything I had imagined. Her tits perkier than ever from having children. Her pussy perfectly groomed, not shaven but trimmed to almost stubble. She spun around as if in a fashion show and I had my first glimpse of that ass I had drooled over for so long. Damn.
She pulled my shirt over my head as I dropped my shorts. I had never been so stiff. She began stroking me while I fingered her and worked my tongue around her nipples. She was ready to take it further but I had not planned for my dream to come true…no condom. She sensed my apprehension and pulled me close, whispering in my ear that she had her tubes tied after giving birth. That was all I needed to hear. I threw her down on the couch and plunged my rock hard cock deep inside of her. I had never been so horny. Being balls deep in my own cousin was a greater feeling than I even imagined. Her milk filled tits bounced as I fucked her feverishly. Her legs wrapped around me as she used her heels to force me deeper. As amazing as this was, I wanted that ass. I stood and bent her over the couch. I almost lost control at the view of her ass and pussy lips together. I drove my dick into her and began to fuck her doggy style, all the while planning my next move. I used the moisture of her sopping twat to lube my finger and slipped it into her asshole. She resisted briefly before accepting it. I continued to use her juices to loosen and massage her tight asshole. She had no idea what was coming next. I withdrew my cock from her cunt and placed the tip at the entrance of her ass. She protested this more vehemently than she had with my finger but I was beyond the point of no return. I lay the entire weight of my body on top of her as I forced my cock between her cheeks and into her now moist asshole. She let out a painful scream that I thought would wake the children, if not the neighbors. She writhed beneath me trying to escape but I was determined. I began to fuck her harder and deeper than I had ever fucked any girl before.
Tears fell from her eyes as she still tried to buck me off of her. As some sort of sick gesture to calm her I reached around and massaged her clit. Whether this worked to make her enjoy it or she just accepted the situation I don’t know but either way she gave up her fight. I continued pounding her tight hole, her ass rippling with each thrust. Her moans seemed to shift from those of distress to those of pleasure and I could feel her slightly pushing back to meet each of my prods. As my balls tensed and I knew I was close I pulled her closer and fingered her pussy even faster. The pace of my strokes hastened. With my final thrust I felt her ass cheeks clench as I emptied my load deep into her bowels and I knew she had cum too. I left my cock inside of her as the spasms of her orgasm worked to milk every drop of fluid I had left in me. We both collapsed in ecstasy. I have never before nor since had as intense an encounter as fucking, briefly raping, my own cousin and can’t imagine ever having a feeling to match it. Unless I can one day seduce my sister…
I gave a final, sloppy wet lick to Jeanette’s pussy. It hung down before me, her lips puckered and engorged from fifteen minutes of my tongue’s eager attention. A pinky-sized gape revealed the rich moistness glistening inside. Most of that was from my saliva but it also blended with her juices forming a natural lubricant.
Her pussy was ready. My pussy. The one I’d married nearly four years ago.
The one that was about to be fucked by the noisy men anxiously waiting in our adjacent living room. Fucked senseless. And so much more.
My wife was on all fours. Her slender ass hung over the foot of our bed. At five foot two, Jeanette was the perfect height for doggie-style fucks like this, though she personally didn’t much care for the position. She found demeaning anything but good ‘ole missionary, but she endured them all purely because I wanted her to. She did a lot just for me like that. Just like a good wife should.
I kissed her dangling inner lips again and stood back to admire the lusciousness of my wife’s pussy. In the few years since we’d dated and then wed, it had changed. Thanks to heavy use, it gaped open quite often these days. It also packed incredible muscle tone to its very depths, also thanks to that same, hard use. None of that had been true when we’d first met. Considering the well-used state of her pussy now, it was hard to believe that I had popped her cherry about five years ago.
I moved to the side of the bed and opened the latch of the ball gag, getting it ready. Multiple teeth marks criss-crossed the red ball–hers–again thanks to recent heavy use. Six months ago, Darryl, Jeanette’s black lover, insisted I start gagging her for the multiple fuck sessions he and his friends subjected her to. She hated the thing from the first day but endured every orgy with it lodged between her teeth because I insisted. I don’t think she realized how lovely she truly was gagged like that while suffering a merciless barrage of black dick. Everything Darryl did made her so much more beautiful.
She glanced at the vile gag clutched in my hand. “Do you remember the night before Darryl first fucked me?”
“Of course I do,” I said.
“Do you remember what I asked you?”
“It was a big change for us. You asked if I was ready for it.”
“Wrong. I asked if it was really, truly what you wanted. Remember? Since, once it happened, there was no turning back.”
“I remember I said yes.”
“Two months ago I asked you the same question before I stopped taking birth control.”
“I said yes again.”
“I know you did,” she said, her words slowed and spaced out. “Back then you said it’s what you wanted–”
“And I haven’t changed my mind since. In fact, it’s been agony waiting out the last two months. So frustrating. I went from watching you get fucked multiple times a week to zip.”
The men next door shouted and barked at each other. They had been cut-off too while we all waited for Jeanette’s reproductive system to purge the last traces of birth control medication, restoring her fully fertile, natural state. It was Darryl’s idea. He forbade all sex–at least for Jeanette, that is–in order to build supreme anticipation for the moment to come.
It sure as hell worked. At least for me, that is. I thought this fucking night would never get here.
“Sam….” Her face clouded. “I’m going to ask you one last time… are you sure you want this? Really sure? Because, after tonight, everything will change. Me. Us. Our lives. The future. I mean… everything.”
Again, everything. She was so right about that.
“Yes, it will,” I assured her as I threaded the latch for the gag behind her head. “Just like I expect it to.” Her lower lip trembled. “Just like I want it to,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her mouth before positioning the gag in front of it.
“Sam,” she said, desperation flashing in her eyes.
“I… I know Darryl told you not to, but… I want you to go first. Before you let them in. Please. Do it for me.”
I kissed her forehead and shoved the gag into her mouth. A quick cinch on the strap tightened it.
Jeanette’s head swiveled to follow me as I strolled around the bed. I stood behind her, once again admiring the unmatched view of a beautiful woman all primed for sexing. I rubbed my half hard-on through my shorts.
Damn, she was a gorgeous girl.
Twenty-five now and still barely one hundred pounds. Golden blonde hair and perky little tits topped by dime-sized areolas capped with two hardened nipple nubs. Though inverted, those cute titties tucked firm against her ribs above her flat tummy. Her hips were slim but there was plenty there to latch onto once you got your cock in full motion plunging in and out of her honey box. And speaking of that irresistible pussy….
My irresistible pussy.
Was I totally fucking nuts?
How could I even consider letting this happen? This perfect creature… my angel, lying so helpless before me… had just begged me to be the one to complete her.
God, she was so damn fuckable. I should be able to do it. Any sensible man would. I’m supposed to be the one to do it. Me. Her husband. Yet… here I was.
As her eyes pleaded with me, I yanked my shorts down. I showed her the truth. It lay bare before her, half limp, unable to perform its duty no matter how much she yearned for it. I flicked it a few times and it actually shrank, recoiling from what had been made off-limits. What belonged to the men waiting next door. What it didn’t deserve.
Disappointment registered in her eyes then. Followed by resignation as I pulled up my shorts, walked to our bedroom door and flung it open.
Darryl was the first to come through. “Had me worried, Sam. Worried maybe you were having second thoughts or something.”
He was followed by five other blacks, three I’d witnessed fucking my wife in previous orgies. Two were newbies and the first gawked at the sight before him.
“Goddamn. Would you look at that shit?”
“Like what you see, Maurice?” Darryl asked.
“Like? Shit. I’ll pay you a hundred dollars if you let me go first.”
Darryl just gave him a cheesy grin.
“Two hundred,” the other newbie offered.
“First time is all mine, boys,” Darryl said. He looked hard at me. “Ain’t that right, Sam? You didn’t go first. Did you?”
I moved to the armchair across the room, my official observation point for Jeanette’s orgies. “You told me not to, so I didn’t.”
“Good boy,” Darryl said as he unzipped his fly and stepped out of his shorts and boxers. He walked around the foot of our bed and gave a long whistle. “Take a good look at this, boys. Stare at it, drool and get yourselves ready because it is white fucking hot.”
“And fucking ripe,” Maurice chimed in, cracking a half smile at me as he dropped his shorts. The rest of the black studs all followed suit. Black cocks of all sizes and shapes sprung loose, every one of them at the ready and eager to do its duty.
“I have a question for you, Sam.” Darryl waited while my eyes looked first at his stiff, pussy-pleasing cock before raising to meet his eyes. There was an inferno raging behind those eyes, one that couldn’t be denied. He patted Jeanette’s fine ass. “Did my little ripe cunt here ask you to go first?”
My wife shot a panicked look at me. She gave the slightest of head shakes.
“Yes,” I confessed. More resignation crept across her face.
“Thought she might,” Darryl chuckled.
His hand slid across her ass cheek to her waiting pussy. Her head snapped forward at his touch. “I’ve gotten to know her really good over the last two years. Intimately, you might say.” He extended one, long black finger and parted her lips. “You do realize this woman would have been perfectly content just being your bride. Dedicating herself to you. Making you a cozy home and a nice little family. Never once thinking of any other man. That’s all she wanted.” Darryl’s finger traced the length of her slit. Jeanette quivered in response.
“But all that wasn’t good enough. Not nearly enough for you. Was it?”
My cock jerked like a bee had stung it. And the black bastard knew it.
“Go ahead, Sam,” Darryl ordered. “Take out your little, white dickie while your wife services a real man. You know you want to.”
I did as told.
Maurice snorted. “Now I understand. Shit, Cuckie. No wonder you want to watch her get fucked by real men. I’m surprised she agreed to marry you with that dinky pea-shooter.”
Darryl laughed at that. “Go get the paper,” he told Maurice.
Darryl slid two fingers deep inside my wife as Maurice left. She moaned through the gag as he twisted them side-to-side. Then he popped them out and wiped them across his bulbous cock head before dragging it a few times along her slit.
“Here we go, bitch,” he warned. “Game time.”
I can always tell when Darryl first thrusts that bulging head into Jeanette’s cunt. She sucks in her gut, arches her back and screams, though lately the gag mutes her protests to muffled wails.
“That’s right. Tell everyone what taking a real man feels like,” Darryl said. As he slowly stuffed his cock up my wife, her wails reduced to moans, mews and wet snuffles. “Nice job getting her ready, Sam. She’s good and wet. And ripe,” he added with a dreamy look plastered across his face.
Maurice came back just as Darryl began slow and steady strokes.
“Kind of busy here, Maurice. Take a number,” he said, building up a rhythm.
It used to be that my wife’s pussy would need a long time accommodating Darryl’s girth. Not anymore. What took hours before became minutes and now tens of seconds as she stretched to the point of supreme fullness. Her noises diminished, except for the ragged breaths she blew through her nose.
“Oh, that’s good. Real good,” Darryl said, easing into his prime fuck strokes. “We’ve got your pussy well trained, don’t we?”
He pumped my wife for a while. She stared at the wall, taking without complaint the fact that this big black bull–not me–would be first to unload into her unprotected cunt. Not that she really had a good way to complain at this point. Besides, any noises Darryl pounded out of her sounded like heaven to me. Not protests.
The other black studs stood around the bed, watching the fuckfest, casually stroking their cocks. Watching and waiting their turns. Imagining the unsurpassed feeling of emptying their ball sacks into a fertile white cunt. A feeling denied to me that each of them soon would enjoy.
Once she gets fully into the sexing, Jeanette’s pussy oozes juice. She’s never been a squirter or a gusher. Though I’ve made her drip a cupful of pussy juice with protracted teasing of her nubbin-size clit. That pussy flood is one of the most amazing feelings a hard cock can experience. Darryl quickly became addicted to it. The look on his face made it clear the precise moment when his dick thrusts were wetly rewarded by her.
I saw that look.
Now that his cock was gliding through buttered silk, Darryl slowed his pace.
“So, where were we?” Darryl said. “Oh, yeah. We were talking about what your wife wanted and what you wanted, Sam. Two very different things, aren’t they? She really doesn’t know all of it, does she? I think she should. Do you think she should?”
Jeanette stared at the wall while I waited for Darryl’s next revelation.
“Sugar, I first met your husband-to-be before you even knew him. He didn’t have a girlfriend then, but he knew exactly what he wanted when he got one. Of course, how could I not want to help out a sorry little white fuck with his strange ideas about black and white sex. In Sam’s fucked-up mind, the black man is king, which meant he could have anything he wanted. Anything and everything. You wanna know something? I really like being king.”
Darryl closed his eyes and took a few long strokes. The room was silent except for my wife’s breathing and the hollow, sucking thwack of her cunt being steadily plunged. That particular noise was my addiction now. No way could I ever get enough of it.
“Actually,” Darryl went on. “Sam really wasn’t that different from the other, pathetic, white-boi hubbies I’d met except he didn’t need much encouragement. You see, he had it all worked out in advance. Knew exactly what he wanted to happen to the woman he married. Like some porno movie script all written, just waiting to be filmed. Then, he met you.”
My cheeks burned as Darryl spoke. This wasn’t part of the arrangement at all. Still, my cock grew rock hard with every word he said.
“Once you two started dating for real, Sam was ready to put his plan into action. He wrote me all about it, the whole sick vision leading up to tonight and beyond. With some intimate pictures thrown in, ones intended to convince me to be king. Wanna see?”
At that point, Maurice propped the paper up on Jeanette’s pillow. It was a printout with a color photo, one I recalled vividly. One I’d sent to Darryl five years ago after I’d met a 20-year-old blonde hottie that I thought was perfection walking on Earth.
Darryl’s strokes slowed and stopped. Only his massive cock head remained inside my wife, poised, like a cobra set to strike.
“So now that you know the whole sorry story, it’s time for you to decide. How do you feel? Do you want to stop? It’s your choice now, Sugar. All yours.”
She stared at the paper for what seemed like forever, not moving. The photo of her spread pussy stared back, the first one I’d taken of her shortly after we’d started dating. I’d gotten her drunk enough to do it, though she’d made me swear no one would ever see it. I remember how my gut twisted the next day as I embedded that photo in the e-mail to Darryl and pressed Send. It twisted worse when his one-line answer came back: ‘I hope you know what you’re doing.’
Jeanette’s head turned slowly. She looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. The ball gag stopped her words from coming out but I heard them clearly. ‘How could you do this to me? You made me into this… this thing. It’s all your fault.’ She stared at me, locked eyes on mine. ‘Fuck you,’ those eyes said. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ With a slight shake of her head, she pushed back onto Darryl’s cock.
She had no choice, really. Darryl had made absolutely sure of that. I hated him for it. And worshiped him too.
“Yeah, boys,” he shouted as his cock slowly vanished. “We got us a real breeder here. This slut is totally committed.”
Never have I seen her more beautiful than that very instant. It was more than I could ever hope to bring out in her. All thanks to that mother-fucking, son-of-a-bitch Darryl.
My wife’s eyes never left mine as she rocked faster and faster on that black rod. Squishing sounds built from her drenched pussy on each thrust. That wonderful pussy–my pussy–craved completion. It needed it. Deserved it, after all these years in the making. And it was about to get exactly what it deserved.
Five years ago, after hitting Send on my e-mail to Darryl, I shot one of the hardest cums I can remember.
Two years ago, the night before he started fucking her, I went into the bathroom after assuring Jeanette it was what I wanted to happen. I came hard again then.
Two months ago, I tossed her birth control pills into the trash. She listened as I called Darryl and told him to save up his load for this day. She said nothing as I hung up and went into the bathroom. I shut the door and immediately shot a big load into the toilet.
Tonight she watched, dejected and totally defeated, as spurts of come erupted from my cock and splattered onto the floor. Ropes of it left me and sailed to oblivion, accomplishing nothing.
That’s how I cum now, Sugar. So unlike a real man does. So not what you need.
“Gettin close.” Darryl gasped. Normally he could fuck my wife for an eternity before releasing but the one-of-a-kind treasure she now offered must have been too much for him to hold out against.
“Here it comes,” he yelled.
“Bust that mother-fucking nut.”
“Look how she wants it.”
“Fucking horny bitch.”
The other black guys cheered Darryl on to victory.
Jeanette couldn’t offer any of her own words of encouragement through the gag. Instead, she made a wild animal noise and began pistoning herself on Darryl with short, furious strokes. Her snarl built to a wail.
“Ohhhh,” Darryl groaned.
“That’s right,” the black men chorus responded. “Fuck, yeah.”
Jeanette’s wail choked off as she bit hard into the gag. She blew a ragged snort as her pistoning ground to a halt.
“Oh,” Darryl grunted again. He grabbed my wife’s hips, rammed home to glory and held himself there. “Take that, bitch. Take all that shit.”
Jeanette’s eyes squeezed shut as the black cock pumped spurt after spurt of potent seed into her fertile womb. I saw it all too clearly in my mind’s eye. Jets of white-hot baby cream spewing the length of her cunt, splashing across the walls of her abused vagina, forcing through her battered cervix.
Completing her at last.
“Uh. Uh. Goddamn, yes!” Darryl bucked hard into Jeanette’s pussy. “One more for you, bitch. Uhhh!”
He held himself still, concentrating on shooting the last of his massive load as deep as he could spray it.
“Damn,” came the chorus.
“Fucking breeding bitch.”
“Nothing like ‘em.”
“Can’t fucking get enough.”
When Darryl finally released my wife’s hips, angry red marks burned where his fingers had clenched. As his breathing returned to normal, a smug grin spread across his face.
“Goddamn it, boys. That’s black baby number one right there, I’m telling you.” he said. “With more to come.”
“How many is she good for, you think… three? Four?”
“Slut’ll keep making them as long as she keeps getting black dick.”
“She’s going to look fucking gorgeous with that belly bulging and those titties all full up.”
Amen, brother. I’ve been dreaming about that vision for… well, way too long.
“My turn,” said Maurice. He moved behind Darryl. “Let me at that cunt,” he urged as he stroked his monster, uncut cock.
Darryl backed away from my wife. His cock emerged and slapped limp against her thigh leaving a trail of scum as he wiped it across her flesh.
“Go ahead, Maurice, but the deed is done,” Darryl assured.
Maurice lined himself up on Jeanette’s sloppy pussy. “You can’t know that.”
“The hell I can’t,” Darryl said. “I’ve put black bastards in five white slut wives so far.”
“Shit!” Maurice yelled as my wife’s cunt discharged bubbled streams of Darryl’s cum. Maurice jerked his dick out of the way as one large glob spewed onto the bed followed by a second one.
“She’ll be the sixth,” Darryl said, as certain of it as he was the sun rising each morning.
My cum lay spent on the floor. Wasted. Though some of Darryl’s now pooled on our bed and ran down my wife’s thighs, no doubt plenty of it was already beginning to work nature’s miracle inside her. My limp dick twitched in response to the thought of what it was doing to her. What it was transforming her into. Exactly what I had wanted.
King Darryl had truly taken everything now.
“But all you boys go right ahead and just make sure I did the job,” Darryl said. “I’m thinking from now on, this little slut needs black cock only and lots of it. Ain’t that right, Sam?”
He knew it was, just as I knew for certain my dick would never again touch my wife. Everything had just changed, all thanks to one incredible cum shot over five years in the making.
Maurice began feeding his cock into Jeanette’s well-fucked pussy. She groaned around the gag and her eyes shot open. They locked again on mine as Maurice began pumping into her, breeding her, like the rest of these men would do. Like many others would do in the years ahead. In response, my lonely cock started to stiffen again.
It was going to be a long, glorious night.
Anna was stressed. Extremely stressed.
The air conditioning at work was stuck on heat and it had been sweltering in her little corner office on the 16th floor of one of the busiest insurance offices in New York. Her underwear was soaked with her sweat, her usually light and airy suit felt rough and tight. Her hair refused to stay put in its bun and stray wisps were wafted about her face by the useless micro desk-fan.
Adding to that, all morning she had had to deal with the most belligerent and obnoxious of her client base. They were the type that did not listen to reason and would swear blind they knew more than her. Her boss had also been his usual lecherous self, openly staring at her bosom, and finding as many opportunities as he could to put his hands on her but without appearing perverse to anyone watching.
At 42 years of age, Anna was not the stick thin girl she had once been but she still held a good figure, if with a few extra pounds here and there; she could still turn men’s heads and enjoyed appreciative glances. Right now though, having escaped the office for her lunch break, she was not in the mood. She wanted to just go home and soak in a warm bath but she had to be back in work in an hour. Her friend had recently told her that she had found a quick and easy way to relax that always worked; full body massages. It was not exactly a cheap option but it did the trick every time she had been told.
Anna knew it was probably a long shot at this time of day that she would even be seen, but she pulled out her iPhone and quickly found one not far from her. It was a couple of blocks away in an area she was not familiar with but she did not care right now; if it meant feeling anything but horribly stressed she would take the chance. So she flagged down a cab and had it drop her near by. Using her phone to find the right place she studied the outside. The windows of the building were blacked out and only a small sign above the door even let you know it was a massage parlour. Still, do not judge a book by its covers, her mum had always said, so she opened the door and stepped inside.
In front of her was a set of dingy stairs which she ascended, her stress elevating as she worried if she was making a big mistake, but still she climbed to the door at the top. A little sign said to knock for entry so she knocked and waited. There came a buzzer noise from the door then the lock clicked. She opened the door and went through.
Anna caught her breath; she had just stepped into a small square room, white walled, brightly lit and very clinical looking. In the corner across from the door was a plain white corner-desk that could only be accessed by the matching white door behind it. In the white office chair sat a petite girl in a white uniform dress with white-blonde hair. Even the few chairs and coffee table were white.
“Yes?” the girl asked sweetly as she looked up from her white Mac PC and Anna could instantly tell she was foreign, French perhaps?
Remembering why she was there, Anna moved to the desk, hearing the door shut behind her.
“I’m very, very stressed and I really, really need a relaxing massage, is there any chance of getting one just now?”
“Oui, Madame, Monsieur Vinnae is free just now. If you would take a seat, s’il vous plait?”
Definitely French. Anna crossed to a seat and sat with her briefcase on her knees, gripping and ungripping the handle as she wondered what she was doing; she had to be back at work in twenty minutes. Her shoulders were exceptionally stiff and her stomach was in knots as she thought of what returning to work would mean; more heat, more rude clients, her perverse boss. No, she needed some release before she could face that. While thinking this she noticed the girl speak softly into the mike of her white headset and wait for a reply. The girl acknowledged and then turned to Anna.
“You may enter, Madame. Monsieur Vinnae is ready for you.”
She indicated a door Anna had not noticed before, in the corner opposite the one she had came in by, and made her way towards it. She pushed open the door and went in. She was met by another white square room but not as brightly lit, more atmospheric and there was music softly playing. It was also warmer in here than the other room, but a nice warmth.
By a table across the room from her stood a very fine looking young man. He could not have been more than in his mid-twenties but he looked very professional in his white jacket-shirt and trousers. His skin was lightly tanned and his hair was short in that almost severe way and he had neatly groomed stubble upon his chin. He was broad shouldered and well built from what Anna could make out.
As he stepped towards her, he had a warm smile and his blue eyes flashed. Even as up tight, tension fuelled and emotionally drained as she was, Anna had to admit her interest was piqued and she thought just looking at him was helping.
“Madame, I am Monsieur Vinnae, may I know your name, s’il vous plait?”
His voice was deep and husky. She was almost too distracted to reply.
“Anna, Anna Melrose, Monsieur.”
“A pretty name, for a pretty lady,” he beamed at her.
She felt herself blush but knew her already hot face would not show it.
“If you would undress for me, all but your panties for now, then lie face down on the bed, we shall begin.”
He turned away from her back to the table, busying himself with the items there on and she noted his well formed rear. After a few moments she realised he was not going to leave while she undressed so she turned away from him too, a little unnerved. She placed her briefcase on a chair by the door, thinking about how she should be back at work in ten minutes but she was clearly undoing her suit jacket so obviously she was going with the massage instead.
Having removed and neatly folded her clothes and her jewellery atop her case, she moved to the bed. This put her behind him on his left. She was sure he could see her out of the corner of his eye but as far as she could tell he made no indication that he had so she quickly got settled, face down on the bed, resting her head on her crossed hands. He seemed to know she was ready without her saying because he turned back to her almost immediately. She saw him appraising her body with a critical eye.
“You have a very beautiful body Madame, to match your pretty face. It shall be an honour to work with it.”
Anna smiled to herself; she always appreciated compliments about her figure as she herself was self conscious about it. She could feel herself relaxing more with each passing second in his company. First he moved to her side and laid a warmed towel across her pelvic area, covering her buttocks and hips for now. It felt good. With her permission he teased her hair from its bun and ran his fingers gently through it, playing with her scalp as he did so, smoothing the hair out behind her head to expose her neck more. Anna groaned as his cool hands touched her hot back. The thumb of one hand ran the length of her spine, stopping before the towel, and back up while the other hand squeezed and probed at her shoulders.
“You carry a lot of tension, Madame, here in your shoulders, and down your back. We shall take care of this first.”
He moved her arms then so they lay by her side before she heard him applying the massage oil to his hands from a tube. Expecting it to be cold she tensed and was surprised to find it had been warmed to a nice temperature.
“Relax Madame, Vinnae will take good care of you.”
His hands quickly began to glide across her right shoulder, easing the oil into her stiff skin before slipping down her side one hand over the other, teasing her heated flesh. He pressed harder now as he worked back up to her shoulder. After this he oiled his hands once again before crossing in front of her and repeating the process for her left side. Anna groaned once more as she felt his warm hands bringing her back to life.
“Now you are warmed up we can fix your shoulders, Madame.”
His hands were at her shoulder blades now and he pushed them over her shoulders and around to the front of her neck and back again, squeezing with his fingers and kneading with his thumbs. It felt so good Anna could not help but groan in time to his ministrations. After a minute or two he changed sides again, and took up her left arm. He began by running his hands up the length of her arm, pausing to knead and rub the shoulder joint, repeating the action several times. He then did the same with her right arm. Both arms now felt so undone Anna did not think she could move them even if she wanted too.
Now he came to stand in front of her and leant over her shoulders as his hands placed themselves on her sides, tucked under her armpits. From here they ran down her back, fingers caressing her sides and the thumbs pressing into the depression on either side of her spine, stopping just above the towel once more. Here he paused and his hands massaged her lower back, working his digits into her soft skin. Anna’s groans had became soft moans by now as it no longer hurt as it had when he began, simply pleasurable.
“Yes, Anna, tis good, know?” he said breathily.
The use of her name and the way he spoke caught her attention; she turned her head just enough that she could see the top of his trousers, a few inches away; the bulge there was clearly visible. Instead of being put off, Anna smiled, beginning to be turned on by the fact that working her body was bringing him as much pleasure as it was her. It showed that he enjoyed his work.
Next he moved to the other end of the table. He gently took hold of her right ankle which was swollen from the pressure of her stiff work shoes, holding it while he slowly rotated her foot to ease the joint. It felt good and Anna sighed, bringing her arms up, folding them under her chin and resting her head upon them. He repeated the action with her other foot before moving on to her calves, running a hand up each lower leg, just touching the skin, before pressing harder, gripping the muscles as he slowly dragged his hands back the opposite way. This push and pull motion teased the skin and stretched the muscles, warming her tired legs.
Anna moaned as his hands went higher, fingers running along her outer thighs while thumbs pressed against the back. On the way back down to her knees the fingers kneaded her skin, the thumbs squeezing the back of each. He repeated the action a few times, stopping briefly to re-oil his hands before he turned them the other way so that his pinkies faced away from him up her body. She caught her breath as she felt them placed against her inner thighs, just above the knee. It seemed to her that they crept up the inside of her legs at an agonisingly slow pace, her breath getting shallower and a fire building deep inside her the nearer his hands came to her womanhood.
She gasped quietly as his pinkies just touched that sensitive join between leg and groin, bracketing her now damp mound, before they pulled away, sliding back down to her knees. Then they crept up again, once, twice, three times more, his hands now making small circles as they came. The whole thing took less than a minute but to Anna’s now very heated womanhood it felt like hours as she enjoyed the sensations, gasping for air each time they came near.
She almost missed when his hands withdrew from her body and he spoke.
“Madame Anna, we have reached the time I must ask you a question. Depending on how you answer this is the end of the massage …”
‘No! This can’t be it! I want more,’ she thought.
“With your permission, I can now work on your beautiful derrière, but it requires the removal of your panties, Madame, so I would need your permission?”
‘What? You can’t see I’m dying for more?’ she thought.
She would have ripped them off herself if she was not so comfortable and relaxed, in body at least if not in mind.
“Yes, Monsieur, you have my permission, please continue.”
Almost before she had finished, she felt him gently take hold of her underwear and slide it slowly off her rear. She lifted her hips a little and then her legs to aid him. She was so aroused now that she would be surprised if he did not note how damp her panties were.
He moved to stand on her left by her midriff, applying oil once more. His warm hands suddenly were gliding across her right cheek in circular motions, working the oil into her generous amount of flesh. He repeated the action with her left, before returning to the right. Starting from the base of her rear he began softly pinching her skin with his whole hand, hand over hand until he reached her lower back and then descended once more.
Anna moaned now at ever touch, not caring anymore, it just felt so good. His hands performed the same pinching routine on her other cheek and now both were glowing with warmth. He concentrated on just one cheek at a time now, kneaded the skin and pinching it between thumb and finger as his hands swept back and forth, leaving no patch untouched.
He returned to standing in front of her head and leant over her once more, placing his hands on her lower back.
“Part your beautiful legs a little, s’il vous plait, Madame.”
It was not a question and Anna obeyed readily. His hands slowly slid up and over her behind, pressing down partway into her valley and coming to rest on her inner thighs. During, they had came dangerously close to her womanhood, brushing against the outermost regions. Instead of worrying her it had only made her squirm and want more. On the return trip they did the same but in the opposite direction and Anna found that this felt different again but good.
He repeated this three or four times and was about to go again. Anna was so hot now she felt naughty and uninhibited. Daringly, just as his fingers were passing her slit, she jinked her waist almost unnoticeably and the index of his right hand hit the very edge of her outer lips and ran its length. She hissed, sucking breath through clenched teeth at the pleasure it caused.
Immediately, his hands withdrew, and he uttered what she assumed was a curse.
“Madame, please forgive me, I do not know what happened. My deepest apologises, it will not happen again.”
“Why not? I liked it,” she said bravely, “it felt good.”
“Oh no, Madame, it is not permitted. A masseuse should not touch his client like that.”
Even though he was protesting, looking at his face she could see he was warring with himself. This once confident young man now looked flustered and very young suddenly, but she was exceptionally aroused now, wanting more and she knew how to deal with indecisive men; appeal to their base nature.
“Please, Monsieur, it felt so good and I am so very stressed, you would be doing me a great favour.”
This snagged his attention and he looked down at her.
“If you would do this favour for me, I’m sure I could do one for you.”
She gave him the look that would imply exactly what she meant and he gulped. Slowly she felt his hand return to her mound, cautious fingers running the length of her outer lips, brushing her neatly trimmed womanhood. Anna moaned and whispered words of encouragement. He grew noticeably bolder as she felt his middle finger slip between her folds and find her inner lips. She gasped as the tip found her bud and, having obviously regained his confidence, he began to rub it in slow circles. Anna let out a long moan of ecstasy and his ministrations increased in speed.
Anna kept up one long, continuous moan now as his warm fingertips played with her bud. Her hands gripped the edge of the table and her toes curled up as she tensed her whole body, sucking in her stomach to heighten the feelings. It was almost more than she could take when a second finger joined the first and they began to flick back and forth across her clitoris instead of in circles. Anna hissed through clenched teeth to keep from crying out loud as she relished the feelings building up inside her.
“Do not hold it back, Anna, let it out!”
As he said this, his fingers plunged into her already dripping pussy and it tipped Anna over the edge and she gave in to ecstasy. She cried out long and hard as her orgasm crashed through her, her womanhood spasmming around his fingers. She had not felt like this in many a year and longer still since she had had such an orgasm as this one.
Although she was still caught in the last waves of pleasure, Anna could not wait for more. Shifting her chest so she rested more comfortably on her breasts, which had moved during, she reached out and took hold of an ass cheek in each hand, pulling him right up to the table. This put his pelvic area right in front of her, at the perfect height just above the edge of the table. Anna grabbed his belt buckle and began to undo it. She felt him tense and his hand left her rear.
“Madame Anna, what has just happened is one thing, this another. I cannot allow you to do it.”
Anna heard the words and feared for a moment that he really would stop her but they sounded hollow, almost as if he were saying something he thought he should not what he really wanted to. When no further indications of resistance were shown she simply continued, unbuttoned his trousers and slowly drew down the zip. She pushed his trousers down his legs as far as the table angle would allow her arms to reach, revealing white silk boxers.
The boxers were being stretched by the bulge within and tight enough for her to make out the shape and size of his erection as it was held off to the left. Carnal desire burning within her, Anna slipped the first two fingers of each hand under his waistband and lifted the boxers up and over the object of her desire, pushing them down to join his pants and releasing his member from its confinement. It was fully erect now but it still hung pointing straight ahead, not rigidly upright. Anna preferred it when erect cocks could still be manoeuvred like this; it made what was coming next that bit easy.
The very tip was close enough to her mouth that she could easily lick it and so she did, drawing the point of her tongue slowly up the slit. The thing bucked and she grinned when she heard him gasp. Wasting no more time she wrapped her left hand around it at the base and wet her lips. Shimmying forward a little, she brought the head to her pursed lips. It jumped again and he moaned. Slowly she slid the whole head into her mouth, sliding effortlessly onto the shaft beyond aided by his lack of foreskin. She kept her lips in an ‘o’ shape so there were no gaps meaning everything in her mouth was fully enveloped.
When her lips met her hand, his head had reached the back of her throat. There must have been at least four inches within and her hand held about the same again. She began to suck as she pulled off, her tongue gliding up the back of his cock till she was almost fully off before descending once more, faster this time, steadily increasing the pace until she had a good rhythm. She felt his hands placed upon her shoulders, the fingertips digging in a little but gently, heard him moan and suck in his breath in time with her bobbing head.
‘What are you doing?’ she thought, ‘You’re sucking off a guy almost half your age when you should be at work!’
He growled then, a deep guttural sound and she thought, ‘Who fucking cares? I’m enjoying this.’
After a just a few minutes his breath quickened and his fingers gripped her shoulder blades. His moans had become a constant growl, deep and sexy and Anna knew what was coming next. She sucked him for all she was worth as he pumped into her hot, wet mouth and it was not long before she felt him stiffen, his cock throb and the slow rising of cum along his member before it fired into her throat. She gagged on the first load, before managing to swallow the next two, marvelling that she had forgotten how much she loved the taste of cum. It had been far too long and she greedily swirled her tongue around the head, not wanting to miss a drop.
Alexandra was having a bad day, but she had no idea how much worse it was going to get.
Alexandra Wayne, by all appearances, had a perfect life. The daughter of a wealthy hedge fund manager, Alexandra grew up enjoying all of the benefits of her father’s wealth, private school, equestrian training, vacationing in her family’s summer home in the Hamptons, and on and on. Her family took great pride in the fact that they were “old money.” Her father spent his weekend yachting at the exclusive Long Island Yacht Club, one of the most prestigious, but restrictive, country clubs in America. Her mother busied herself with charity luncheons and, of course, her duties as president of the local chapter of Daughters of the American Revolution.
Alexandra was both beautiful and smart. She excelled in athletics and in the classroom. The valedictorian of her prep school, Alexandra went on to be a standout student at Princeton and then at Harvard Medical College. A gifted mind, no one was surprised when she earned a coveted surgical residency at Boston General Hospital.
But many of those who worked and lived closest with Alexandra knew that she was different. While her medical school classmates bonded into a family through the long hours and demanding schedules, Alexandra remained arrogant, aloof, even unforgiving. Even her name, Alexandra, was a point of contention. She bristled at any attempt by anyone to shorten it, her eyes lighting with angered for anyone who tried to call her Alex, Lexi or, worst of all, Ally. She knew an Ally once. She was a “new money” Jew from Long Island who was accidentally made her roommate during a three week summer school program at Brown. After three weeks, she couldn’t stomach the girl’s Long Island twang, nouveau riche fashion sense, and general “smarminess.” Although barely 16 at the time, Alexandra crossed Brown off of her list of colleges. If they would let one of “them” in, plainly it was not selective enough for her.
To be clear, Alexandra did not view herself as a racist. Throughout her education, she encountered many minorities. She understood that Jewish interests in the pharmaceutical and medical fields always ensured that there would be many Jewish med school students and affirmative action opened slots for African Americans and Latinos. Many of these students were pleasant enough, a few were even smart. But Alexandra firmly believed that she would rise above all of them. And, while it had nothing to do with race or religion, Alexandra did. She was the top med school student and now, the top resident in the top department in the top training hospital in the United States.
Boston General, while excellent, is a regional hospital and its doors are open to the public. As surgical resident, Alexandra would be called down to the Emergency Room whenever a surgical consult was required. In her first week alone, she endured eight consults for “GSW,” gunshot wounds. She would think to herself, these fucking gangbangers, if only they were smart enough to at least shoot each other correctly. In the Hamptons, she could hit a clay skeet pigeon every time with her dad’s Beretta shotgun. These gangbangers couldn’t even kill a guy five feet away with a damn AK47.
Late one evening, Alexandra received another call for a surgical consult in the ER. It was her third of the night. Tired and angry, Alexandra burst into the examining room. “What did the little gangbangers do this time,” she shouted. She railed on and on about how “these people” can’t take care of themselves, how “these people” were killing each other, and how much of a burden on society “these people” were. In her anger, Alexandra never bothered to notice that the patient’s older brother was sitting in the corner of the examining room, witnessing her diatribe as his brother lie dying.
It turned out that the patient, while poor and black, was not injured in gang violence. A good student in a local public school, he was injured by a forklift while working to pack supplies for a planned church aid mission to Haiti. Despite everyone’s efforts, including Alexandra’s, his injuries were too severe and he did not survive. His brother watched Alexandra work tirelessly to save him, but it didn’t matter. All he saw was another white woman who didn’t give a shit about a dying nigger.
After the patient died, things got bad for Alexandra. While no one suggested that her medical care was anything but perfect, the nurses in attendance complained about her racial insensitivity. She was made to endure harsh criticism from the supervising physician in charge of the ER, a doctor she believed to be inferior, and, worse yet, she was made to issue a public apology. She choked on her words apologizing person by person to every physician’s assistant, nurse, and aide who had been within earshot of her rant. Alexandra’s cheeks burned with anger and embarrassment at the mere thought of apologizing to the same fucking people who wipe asses and clean bedpans for a living.
After her public humiliation, Alexandra retired to the surgeon’s lounge to eat her meal and cool off. Unfortunately, the meal she packed of boneless chicken and a quinoa salad had been stolen by some selfish prick, another surgeon too lazy or stupid to arrange his own meal. Nauseated by the vending machine options, Alexandra decided to skip her meal altogether and clear her head with a run. She changed out of her scrubs and into her jogging clothes, a sports bra and sweatshirt, shorts, and her favorite Nike sneakers. As she left through the door, the black security guard attempted to intercede. Not recognizing her to be a doctor, the guard warned, “Excuse me, Miss. It is late at night and not safe for you to go running through this neighborhood.”
Alexandra snapped back, “You worry about yourself. I know how to take care of me!”
Alexandra set out for a run along the cool Boston streets. The air was chilly and the streets damp from yet another one of Boston’s infamous rains. Lost in her own rage, Alexandra was completely oblivious to her surroundings. She never even took notice as she left the relatively safe neighborhood surrounding the hospital and began running through smaller, darker, more ominous streets. Worse yet, she failed to take note that in this part of town, the roads were older and did not always run along the same grid as the rest of the city. It was really easy to get lost, even just a few blocks from the safety of the hospital district.
In the dark of the night, Alexandra stood out; a tall, blonde woman jogging through the streets past burned out buildings and abandoned storefronts. She didn’t care. The night air was cold and burned in her nose and in her lungs. The aching felt good. She was alone – without her med school classmates, nurses, orderlies, patients, or anyone – with only her iPhone playing her favorite music. It gave Alexandra something else to think about, something to take her mind off of the very public, ass-chewing she had gotten.
It wasn’t until she had made several wrong turns that Alexandra realized was lost, really fucking lost. She tried to check her location on her iPhone, but her long run exhausted the battery. She began to walk the streets quickly, hoping to find anything that might help her find her way back to the hospital. The fine, blonde hairs on her neck bristled as Alexandra grew more frightened. She knew that she was in a place she didn’t belong. A very fucking bad place.
As Alexandra began to panic, she saw a sole figure walking slowly on the other side of the street. Although she could not discern any features, she recognized from the silhouette, that the figure was that of a man, approximately six feet tall and muscular. As the figure walked under a street light, Alexandra could make out the dark grey hoodie, track pants and Nike sneakers that he was wearing. Unfortunately for her, she could not see the dark reddish-brown dried blood stains on his clothes.
Now in the throes of a full-fledged anxiety attack, Alexandra made the very bad decision to seek help from this hooded figure. She knew all about the gangbangers in this part of town. But she knew that they traveled in packs of three or four. This sole person could not be a gangbanger, she told herself. After all, she didn’t see a posse. She began to jog toward the person, shouting politely, “Excuse me! Excuse me! Can you help me?” The person did not even stop or look back in her direction. But that did not stop Alexandra.
Alexandra caught up to the figure under a street lamp. From behind the person, she spoke, “Umm, hey, I’m sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you could help me. I’m lost. I need to get back to the hospital. I’m late for my shift. Please, I’m a doctor.”
He stopped walking and slowly turned to her, pulling his hoodie back slowly. As he turned, he spoke for the first time, “So, you really want help from one of ‘these people.’” In the harsh street light, Alexandra could see the dried blood stains on his clothes and shoes. Her eyes widened as she realized who he was – the older brother of the teenager who had died in her care just hours earlier. His eyes were dark, cold and filled with anger.
Alexandra took a step back, preparing to run, but before she could, he grabbed her by the sweatshirt and threw her hard against a parked car. She slammed into the side of the car before falling to the ground. As she scrambled to her feet, he grabbed her by the hair. She began to beg. “Please, let me just go. I won’t say anything. I just want to go. I’m so sorry about your brother. I did everything I could to save him. I swear.”
“Shut the fuck up.” His voice was calm and cold. “It’s too late for that. You fucked up. Now, you’re going to pay.”
Alexandra tried to run again, but he grabbed her. In her struggle, all she managed to do was help him pull her sweatshirt over her head. The cold air on her sweaty body and her fear caused her body to react physically, involuntarily. Her nipples grew hard and taut under her sports bra. He drew close to her, so close that she could smell the cheap alcohol on his breath. “You are going to be sorry. Very sorry.” He struck her again, knocking her to the ground. Lifting her up, he pressed her tight against the parked car. In that chilling voice, he spoke again. “You are in a lot of trouble, bitch. He was a good kid, trying to help people. But you didn’t give a fuck. Now, you are going to wish that you had. You are going to hurt bad, real fucking bad.”
Alexandra tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. With muscular hands, he pulled her sports bra until the fabric gave way, the material tearing, leaving bright red marks from the fabric burn. Her breasts were heaving as she sobbed heavily. They stood out firm, her large nipples tight and hard in the cold night air. He reached down and grabbed her running shorts. She kicked and punched at him, but her best blows did not even register. As she squirmed, he worked her shorts off of her ass and slid them down her legs. While Alexandra struggled to keep her legs closed, he grabbed her panties and pulled hard. His fingers punched holes through the material and the fabric cut into her skin until with a tearing sound, her panties gave way and tore from her body. Alexandra was completely naked.
Now, in a complete panic, Alexandra searched up and down the street, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping to find someone, anyone, to help her. But the cold streets were completely deserted. He grabbed her throat in his massive, calloused hands squeezed. He laughed. “You stupid, fucking cunt. You think any of ‘these people’ are going to come to your rescue. Are you out of your fucking mind?” Unable to breathe, she struggled for air, her face growing redder and redder. Finally, he released her and she collapsed against the parked car.
Once she regained her breath, Alexandra continued to beg and plead for him to let her go. Growing impatient, he flared with anger for the first time. “Enough of this. Just shut the fuck up, bitch. You know what? Get on your fucking knees, whore. Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
“No. No. Please”
He slapped her hard across her face, knocking her to the ground. He spoke again. “Get on your fucking knees or I will kill you.” His voice was calm and serious. Alexandra sobbed softly as she rose to her knees.
He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. He slid them down over his ass and pulled down his boxers, exposing his cock. It was thick and dark. He spoke again, “Suck me, whore.” He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her face towards his cock. He pulled her close, close enough that she could smell his scent, a heady, musky smell. “Open your fucking mouth or, so help me, I will fucking kill you. And don’t even think of biting me, you fucking cunt.”
Trying her best to stifle her sobbing, Alexandra opened her lips and gently allowed his cock to enter her mouth. Without warning, he grabbed the back of her head and jammed his cock into her throat hard. She gagged hard and couldn’t breathe. Alexandra shook and struggled until he released her. Once freed, Alexandra coughed hard, spitting and gulping mouthfuls of air. He tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her back. Better prepared for his onslaught, Alexandra did her best to relax her throat, feeling him push deep into her mouth. Slowly, he began to move back and forth. She could feel his thick head push into her throat. He watched her suck his cock, enjoying the way her neck expanded as he pushed deep into her throat. “Ahhhh, yes. That’s how you suck a big, black cock, you nasty whore.”
He settled into a rhythm, fucking her face. Alexandra had given up her struggle and just let him use her mouth. She tried desperately to put her mind elsewhere, but time and again she found herself thinking about the thick cock pumping in and out of her mouth, how big it was, how deep he was fucking her throat, and, oh fuck, how good his precum tasted. The fact that part of her was enjoying being made to suck his cock frightened Alexandra. Her mind raced. How could she be enjoying this? He was humiliating her. He was fucking raping her! How? Why? How could she be enjoying this? She struggled to understand her own feelings.
Alexandra’s internal struggle came to an abrupt end. Lost in her own thoughts, she barely acknowledged that he had pulled cock out of her mouth and did not hear him instruct her to get up. An open-handed slap to her face that knocked her to the ground once again brought Alexandra out of her own thoughts.
“Don’t make me ask you twice, cunt. I said, get your motherfucking ass up, you stupid white whore!”
As Alexandra rose to her feet, she could still feel the stinging in her cheek and mouth. She touched the side of her lip and looked down at the red streak on her fingertips. She licked the trickle of blood from her lip. She steadied herself on her feet. While her mind screamed to run, she was too drained, too physically spent to fight any longer.
He flipped her around so that she was facing the car. She knew what he was going to do and no longer had the strength to fight it. Weakly, she bent at the waist, steadying herself against the car door. She arched her back slightly, lifted herself onto her toes and rotated her hips and pelvis to expose her pussy completely. The cold air against her sweaty cunt felt even colder. But it barely registered in her brain. Alexandra was battered and broken. All that was left was submission, complete and total submission.
Alexandra felt his cock enter her. His large head stretched her lips as he went inside. Once inside, he made no attempt to be gentle. Before her body had a chance to adjust to his size, he grabbed her hips hard and rammed into her, stretching her pussy and slamming into her cervix. She howled in pain, her scream echoing in the deserted street. The pain was excruciating, buckling her knees. But Alexandra steadied herself against the car again. She bit her lip hard as his assault continued. Her body soon became accustomed to his size and rhythm.
As he fucked her, Alexandra could see their reflection in the dirty car window. It startled her. Of course, her own reflection was frightening. She saw her own face, bruised and streaked with mascara, her lip split and scabbed with dried blood. Long gone was that aloof blonde with an air of arrogance. Instead, she saw a woman who had been reduced to an animal, being fucked on the street like a dog.
But his reflection was even more startling. His face was dark and sad. She could feel his loss. In his eyes, she could read his suffering. Without a word, she could read his history on his face. His eyes told her everything. He was barely an adult himself. As a teen without a father, he fell into the wrong crowd. A young leader in a local Boston gang, he bounced in and out of juvenile detention. But somewhere along the way, he had enough. He swore that he would not let his little brother follow his path. More of a father than a brother, he had fought to make sure his brother did not make the same mistakes that he made. The gangs all knew that his brother was off limits. He was going to make sure his brother had the right kind of life even if it was too late for him. He beamed with fatherly pride at his brother’s acceptance into UMass. As she read his face, she finally understood the depth of his anguish.
At that moment, Alexandra no longer hated him. Everything in her past was gone. She realized that despite her technical skills, she had not been a real doctor. A doctor heals people with more than stitches or casts. Those were just tools. A true doctor healed people on the inside. Seeing his pain, she wanted to heal him the only way she could – by allowing his rage and pain to flow into her. She wanted, no, needed, him to get his pain out of him.
She began to move in rhythm with him. She tightened her pussy muscles around his cock until he moaned deeply with pleasure. His deep moans were soon matched by her own. He loosened his grip on her hips and began to caress her skin. With each thrust she pushed back into him, allowing him to enter her deeply. Having never allowed any guy to fuck her without a condom, she now responded to the raw, skin-on-skin contact. She began to moan more passionately. She had always been detached during sex, but for the first time ever with every wall broken down, she allowed herself to feel – connected.
She pulled away from him and turned to face him. Without a word, they realized that they both needed this. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her onto his cock. Pressing her body against the cold metal of the car door, he began to fuck her wildly, passionately. His cock surged in and out of her belly as she squeezed him tightly with her muscles. She could feel everything, every vein and ridge, every bump on his cock. Together, they moaned with abandon, two lifetimes of anger and intolerance literally being fucked out of each of them.
Their pace quickened until the car was rocking with the sheer force of their fucking. She squeezed him tighter and tighter as her orgasm approached. Their mouth met and they kissed deeply, passionately. As he got ready to cum, he pumped his cock into her furiously. As she shook with her own orgasm, he slammed into her and began to cum. She could feel it. Each spurt exploded inside her, filling her with his heat. They remained pressed against each other for several moments until he softened and slid out of her.
Alexandra reached down and picked up the tattered remains of her sports bra to wipe his cum that was running down her thighs. Silently, they dressed. After a few minutes, Alexandra broke the silence. “I am so sorry. I tried to do everything to save him. I swear.”
He spoke in a calm voice. “Yeah, I know you did.”
“What are you going to do? I mean, ummmm, do you have money to give him a proper funeral?”
I turned around in my cubicle and smiled as I watched her work. She was so hot, short and big boobed with a flat stomach. She certainly had a double blessing, with her genes and natural interest in running. Not much of an ass but no one is perfect.
After working with her for months the stars had aligned and she admitted how she wanted me. Since then we have got together every possible moment we could. She was solid in the sack and she was just as good…
I caught myself stiffing up and decided to go for it, right now, right here at work. I unzipped my khakis and stood up and looked around to see if there was anyone around, but no one was in sight. There are certain benefits to working for a small company that has a large office.
I smiled as I crossed the short space to her desk. I reached down to touch the side of her face from behind and she nuzzled up to my hand, letting out a soft moan. My hand slid down her face to her neck and then under the collar of her shirt. My fingers slipped under the strap of her bra and down her chest. I found room between her breast and her bra and my fingers found her already hardening nipple. I could hear her breaths become shallow and fast. I smiled to myself pleased by the effect that I had on her so quickly.
I was slightly bent over her by this point so I looked around to once again confirm that we were unnoticed. Satisfied that no one was the wiser I tweaked her nipple one last time and slowing removed my hand from beneath her shirt as I straightened up.
She turned around to look at me with recently unleashed passion wanting more, always wanting more. As we held eye contact I reached down and removed my semi-stiff cock from my pants and pointed it at her. She leaned forward with not a word, only a smile, and took me in her mouth. She had told me before that she wasn’t good at giving head, but she had no idea how good she really was. So passionate and vigorous, she intuitively knew how to suck and bob and lick, like she was born to it.
My hand moved to the back of her head, her fine hair soft between my fingers. I slid forward as she took me deeper and more lovingly into her mouth, her tongue seemingly rubbing the length of me all at once.
I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them and quickly looked around. As erotic as the idea of potentially getting caught was I knew we had to change location. I gave one last thrust and started to pull back only to have her lean forward to follow me, not wanting me to leave her mouth. If only every woman gave such devotion…
My hands held her head in place as I slipped from her mouth. She gave a slight whimper as I, with some difficulty, got myself back into my pants.
“Come on,” I said, the first words exchanged between us since this little escapade had begun.
“Okay,” she said. “Let me finish this up real quick.”
I strolled back to my desk and leaned over my computer to check my email right quick and to lock it. Just as I turned back around she was standing up and smoothing the short pleated skirt that she had worn that day. She had been wearing more skirts since our adventures had begun.
We joked about this and that as we headed to the far side of the office where there was a storage room that I think was only used by us. As we got closer I grabbed her ass eliciting a playful giggle and twirl from her. She backed away from me and opened the door behind her. As she backed into the room I closed the door behind us. She backed into some stacked boxes and looked at me with those one of those “come fuck me” expressions. Not one to disappoint, I wrapped my arms around her pulling her to me and kissing her with all the passion she deserved.
Our bodies pressed together and I could feel my heart racing as I regained any rigidity that I had lost on our little walk over here. My left hand pulled held onto her hip as my right hand slid down her back to find its way under the bottom of her shirt. Her pelvis pushed against me harder as my hand touched the bare skin of her lower back. We continued to kiss as though we would never kiss again as my hand worked its way up her bare back to her bra, first under it, then above it, and then I deftly unclasped it with one hand.
A soft laugh escaped her lips as I kissed her neck. I pulled her shirt and bra up over her breasts. I pulled her shirt slightly off her shoulder so that I could kiss her there as I worked my way down.
My lips and tongue alternated across her breasts, first one and then the other, always carefully avoiding actually touching or grazing her nipples. Each of my hands cupped each breast as I slowly got closer and closer to her nipples with my mouth. I allowed my cheeks and the whiskers that had grown on my face to tease them ever so softly.
As my left hand continued to cup one breast my other hand flew around to her lower back, pulling here into me as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I alternated between sucking, nibbling, and licking one and then the other nipple as my hands worked their way under her skirt.
My hands found the end of her skirt and rode slowly up her thighs, while my mouth alternated from one nipple to the other, her breaths ragged, shallow, and so very excited. My fingers curled around her thong and pulled it down her legs. I left it at her ankles as my hands found their way back up her inner thighs. As one hand gripped her hip from beneath her skirt, the other found her wetness. Her breath caught from the combination of my fingers and my mouth. Her hips ground her pussy against my fingers as a slow ragged “please” escaped her lips.
I continued to finger her as I rose up to kiss her on the lips this time. Her nails and fingers slid down my chest finding their way to my belt buckle. As she unbuckled me, I started to rock towards here, my desire to be inside her reaching a fever pitch.
My pants fell down and I felt her step out of her panties. She began to push my boxers down and then leaned down to push them down to the floor as my hands played across her back and in her hair. I groaned as she slid me into her mouth one deep time before standing back up.
We kissed again and then I turned her to face the nearest wall. She bent over, putting her hands against the wall and wiggling her ass at me. I smiled and flipped her skirt over her bare ass. I gripped her hips and slipped my tip into her. Her appreciative moan encouraged me to tease her a slight bit more. I slowly pushed more of my head in. I could feel her trying to push back as I controlled her hips. I popped my whole head into her and was rewarded by more moans. I began to rock back and forth burying myself deeper and deeper into her. The feel of her tight, wet, hot pussy gripping me, squeezing me was amazing. I never wanted it to end.
Suddenly I became aware of voices outside the door. My heart began to race for a whole other reason and I stiffened up while half way inside her. If someone opened that door right now, the gig would be up.
She whimpered apparently unaware of the voices outside the door. I shushed as quietly as possible and I felt her stiffen too as she realized what was happening.
As we stood there in the most embarrassing of situations, listening, the voices began to fade and I began to slowly rock again. She began to rock back and forth with me and just as the voices faded to obscurity I was pounding into her full bore. She moaned louder and louder as the combined fucking and almost scare of getting caught had the combined effect of putting her on orgasmic edge. She exploded and I felt her contracting around me as I continued to stroke back and forth.
My beautiful co-worker was one of those women gifted with often orgasms so I was unsurprised when just moments later she started to stiffen up for her second orgasm. As I slid in and out of her I asked her, “where?”
“In,” she replied and I smiled.
As I felt her clench around me, enjoying her second orgasm of this little session, I released my load, coating her insides with cum.
I continued to fuck into her as she pushed against me until I started to stiffen.
I pulled out of her and leaned against the boxes, my pants still around my ankles and my semi-hard cock going limp. She turned around and looked at me and then dropped to her knees. As though she was the fulfillment of ever man’s fantasies, she took me in her mouth cleaning her juices off of me. My hands ran through her hair as she gently sucked and licked me.
When she was done, she grabbed her thong and pulled it up as I pulled up my boxers and pants. After we had situated ourselves she hugged me and I pulled her close kissing the crown of her head. After a moment of post-coital cuddle, we listened for any voices and then left the storage room. She stopped off at the bathroom and I headed back to my desk.
As I sat down and began to log into my computer I wondered what she was doing after work.
This is my first story that I have written and submitted to any website. I welcome feedback. This is based on my real life experiences with a few details changed to protect identities. I hope you enjoy.
The front porch light was left on as they had discussed. Had it not been he would have gone ahead with his task regardless. He was already too far committed to the task. Turning back would mean a long drive home with the craving worse than it is now.
Ben took a deep breath and tried the door. With a slight turn and a gentle push the door silently glided open as he crossed the threshold. Closing the door behind him he allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. The living room was about as ordinary as the Camry parked in the drive. This was the typical type of woman who he would meet for these adventures. Usually she was middle aged, living in suburbia, and most of the time married with the husband out of town, but on this rare occasion she was divorced. He didn’t have a preference either way.
He stood silent for a few minutes and quieted his breathing so that he could hear even the faintest of sounds carrying through the house. After the initial entry he always liked to listen for any signs that the information he received was false or partial so that he could adjust his plan or abandon it all together. No sound. Time to resume the activities.
As he walked down the tan color hall he stopped to admire a picture of his new friend. She was at the beach with her 2 young daughters. If he remembered correctly they were 10 and 6 and would have long been asleep by now. Children shouldn’t be up at 1 AM regardless of who your parents are. Her green eyes were reflecting the sun quite nicely in that picture as her dark brown hair fell around her face. She was very attractive and her body was incredible. You could tell she worked hard to take good care of herself. Her perfect C cups still had a perkiness to them and accented her Coke bottle curved figure perfectly.
Now that he knew she was being truthful with her photos he grew even more aroused. He walked past the doors to the girl’s room to the Master Bedroom that was cracked slightly. After slipping inside the room he closed the door behind him, careful to not make a sound.
When he turned around his eyes widened as the soft candle glow revealed the naked body waiting for him on the king sized bed. She was blindfolded and sleeping on her side. Her bronze body revealed no tan lines and the only hair on her body was on her head. He loved the sight, smell and touch of a hairless body. Her breathing was heavy. She really was asleep. This was going to make this all the more fun.
Slipping out of his athletic shorts and boxer briefs he made the decision that she was indeed safe and her request to be filled with his seed would be fulfilled. He slipped his t-shirt off and stepped out of his sandals. His manhood stood at full attention and pointed toward his destination.
The hour and a half drive now seemed like a good decision, even if he had to be in class 6 hours from now.
As he stood behind her he let his fingers trail gently making a path from her ankle, up her leg and to her inner thigh. Once there he rubbed her inner thighs and slowly made his way to her waiting lips. She was already wet from what must have been the anticipation of the night’s festivities. A low moan escaped her mouth as she woke from his touch.
“About time you got here”, she teased.
“Shhh…no talking”, he murmured.
She nodded her head in agreement as her back arched. His fingers had worked their way and were slowly moving in and out. She reached for him with her right hand and held him for a moment before slowly pumping him up and down.
It was his turn to let out a low moan. As the moan escaped his throat she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. He inhaled sharply as he felt the warm wetness engulf him. Her head began bobbing up and down taking him down her throat. No matter how many blowjobs he received he never tired of the sensation. It was ecstasy.
He started to get close and decided to stop so that he could have more time to explore the rest of her. Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her from the meal she was making of him and gently pulled her onto her back. He dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and let his tongue trace the inside of each thigh. When he finally let his tongue flick her clitoris she was writhing in anticipation. It didn’t take long for her to cascade into her first orgasm. She grabbed his hair and he felt every muscle in her body tighten as she came.
Not wasting any time he stood and flipped her onto her stomach with her ass up in the air. Something about a woman’s ass pressing against him as he fucked her sent him over the edge. Lining himself up, he slammed into her from behind feeling her contract from the unexpected force. God, she was tight! His pace was slow and sporadic at first and then he found his rhythm. The speed picked up and he was hammering her from behind. This time a moan loud enough to get someone’s attention in the next room escaped from her mouth so he reached around and covered her mouth with his hand. He did not need a kid waking up and calling the cops because there was a stranger in mommy’s room. Her response was to push back into his hips, which was too much for him to handle. His jaws clenched as did every other muscle in his body as he began shooting into her.
As his orgasm subsided he allowed himself to fall to the side of the woman he just met. She lay there panting from her exertion, the blindfold still on. He rubbed her legs as her breathing slowed.
He stood and started getting dressed. Glancing over he saw a confused look on her face. She reached for the blindfold and he grabbed her hand.
“This was your first taste”, he whispered in her ear, “If you keep it on I will pay you another visit, soon.”
With a pouty look she let her hand fall to her side.
“Will I ever get to see you?” he could hear the longing in her voice.
“Maybe, if you’re a good girl” he smirked.
He quickly finished dressing and made a quick exit out of the house, not being as quiet now that the deed was done.
Will this hunger ever be satisfied?
He couldn’t help but gasp at the sight that greeted him as the hatch door opened. The woman he had known was changed in ways he couldn’t begin to fathom. It seemed a whole different person had entered here with him only a month ago; Now gone were the sparkling hazel eyes, the short and sensible hair, the lithe body of a trainee. This creature in front of him was Aryn, but so very very different. This creature was swathed in some semblance of a dress made from thin strips of a stretchy material. The lithe body had been replaced by the curves of a far more sensual being. Plump lips drew back in a smile of greeting as she saw him, and her coal-colored hair swung down to her buttocks. Her eyes were the same color, but there was a strangeness within them. Aryn had been the sweetest, and kindest human he had ever known, but this woman had a dark glint flickering in the depths of her expression.
“What have you done?” He cried out finally, his eyes instantly went to the Mistress of this lab. Dorethea lounged against the far wall with her guard standing nearby impassively. She had not changed at all, with high cheekbones and a cruel face, she stood nearly as tall as he when she rose from her position. Her smile was full of malice and mischief when she looked upon him.
“Is something the matter Richard? I thought you would be pleased to finally see Aryn again.” She strode over to where they stood in the entrance of the lab, and ran her fingers through a few strands of Aryn’s hair.
“She entered your service as an apprentice to learn from you! Not be turned into some…some…” He gestured at her body, before throwing his hands up in exasperation. Aryn, his adopted sister looked back at the scientist with a cocked head, as if wordlessly questioning what she should do. It made Richard sick, this was not the sister he had left behind, she had been a head strong, intelligent individual. “What have you done Dorethea?!”
“Your sister came into my service as she showed promise to help me in all my needs and serve me well while she learned from me. She has been learning, and she has helped me in more ways than one.” The older woman chuckled to herself as she walked back over to the couches and sat back down. “Aryn, why don’t you make some drinks for your brother and myself?”
As his sister began to walk away he grabbed her shoulders, and she turned her large eyes up to meet his slowly as if in a dream. “Aryn, I promise, I will help you get out of this. I’ll find a way to fix this.” She nodded slowly, as if almost comprehending then hurried away to one of the tunnels leading off from the living area. She wore odd-looking high heeled boots that clicked on the stainless steel floor.
“Please, Richard sit. There is no reason I cannot be hospitable.” Dorethea called to him, and although he hated giving into her whims he needed to find out what had been done so he could save his sister from whatever strange going-ons had happened to her.
“Madam, please just tell me what has happened to my sister. She entered your service as your apprentice to help you study the chemical effects of extraterrestrial flora and fauna. An honorable apprenticeship for us being Earth-made but I don’t believe this is within the bounds of what the Company had in mind when they created the apprenticeship program.” Aryn had returned with glasses filled with electric blue liquid and set it down before her brother and Dorethea before seating herself at the chair across from him. He couldn’t bear looking at his strange new sister and busied himself with his glass instead.
“Richard, I don’t think you quite understand the apprenticeship program. When your sister entered my service she became mine, body and soul. While you think of the more traditional methods, I used my own ideas for how she could assist me – A rare opportunity for one as herself – an Earthborn orphan. There is a reason I rarely take on apprentices. Perhaps you should ask her yourself how she enjoys her apprenticeship.” Dorethea smirked and picked up her own glass, taking a long sip as she stared at Richard.
He turned his gaze away from the scientist and back onto his sister who was also demurely regarding him. “What is she saying Aryn, how did she do this to you?”
“Mistress was using me as a test subject for a type of plant that grows on Crysapthum. The plants use almost a mental connection with each other to communicate, and even reproduce. Once we were able to study how they work Mistress wanted to experiment using the same process for humans, around the same time my apprenticeship application appeared. It has been an honor to share in this groundbreaking work with my Mistress.” Aryn’s hazel eyes glazed over in an almost ecstatic expression as she gazed at Dorethea. Richard noticed how her body leaned towards the older woman’s almost unconsciously, and how her enormous breasts made the material of her dress expand and shrink with every breath… Embarrassed he turned back to his drink draining the rest. It must have been strong for it to allow his mind to wander to such disturbing places when thinking of his adoptive sister. “I still don’t understand how this explains the physical changes to my sister.”
“Oh Richard, it’s a bit difficult to explain to one who’s career lies moreso in the field of maintenance for space vessels. How can I put this into words you would understand? All you need to know is that once I found a way to link consciousness with other sources, I also found other methods to mold one to my desires. Homo sapiens have a way of focusing on pleasure, and through both artificial and natural plant sources your sister’s goal soon became to fulfill my pleasures and her own by changing her own form and mentality towards something we could both enjoy. I even developed a machine that can produce rapid physical changes in her body,” At this point Dorethea pulled out something that looked like a small, silver remote. Her finger pushed an area on its smooth surface and Richard watched his sister in horror as her already oversized breasts began to swell further, stretching the material of the dress to an almost ridiculous point. Aryn gasped in pleasure and seemed to have to restrain herself from succumbing to the feeling. “As you can see, she’s quite pleased to help me engage in my work and develop more ways to utilize some these compounds.”
“Stop! Aryn, we’re leaving now, contract be damned. This is absolutely disgusting what you’ve done to her!” He roughly grabbed his sister by the elbow and dragged her to her feet, putting his hands to her face he gazed directly into her eyes “We will find a way to escape this, together.”
“Richard,” his sister replied gazing into his brilliant blue eyes so unlike her own, “I can leave whenever I want. I’m not trapped here. Walk with me and I’ll show you.”
Her arm snaked through his and he turned briefly to see Dorethea raise her glass in a salute towards him as they strode toward the hatch that he had entered through. The smile on her face made him uneasy, but he couldn’t fathom why. Things were becoming less and less clear as they walked down the tunnel in the maze that was the Outer Ring Space Station. It was a large vessel with over a million contractors and Dorethea’s science lab took up a sizeable portion. Finally they came to another hatch opening and a quick scan of Aryn’s hand opened the door.
Richard tried to blink away some of the fuzziness that had been creeping over his mind. His stiff uniform felt stuffy and tight and he spent a moment trying to catch his breath. What had that damnable woman put in that drink? He felt his sister’s hands gently guiding him towards a chair and he sat heavily. A cup of something cool was pushed into his hands and he drank it without a second thought. Blinking he looked up to see his sister seated in front of him on a large mattress Her long legs were crossed and she also had a blue drink in her hand, finishing the last dregs of whatever had been inside.
“Aryn? What is this? I thought we were leaving…” He tried to work around what was going on, focusing on anything besides how the material of the tight dress clung to his sister’s thighs, or how the strange footwear she had on displayed the muscles of her mile long legs.
“We did leave silly, I thought we should go somewhere more comfortable.” Her smile was so genuine as she stood and strode over to him, seating herself delicately in his lap. He felt her breasts rubbing against his chest as a hand brushed through his thick mahogany colored hair. “Mmm, you let your hair grow while you were gone. I think it looks quite fetching on you Richard.”
He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and tried to not think about how aroused the feeling of her being on his lap was making him feel. “What did she do to us Aryn? What did she give me?” His eyes were wild, and it was so hard to think with her soft weight so close to his cock.
“She merely wanted to see how it would feel for her mental connection to be established to two people making love while she was on her own. We only gave you a small amount of pathogens to allow you to relax and be more at comfort with your primal desires and of course the compound to connect the two minds.” She giggled at the expression on his face as he worked through what she had said. “Oh don’t look like that Richard, we both know that you loved as more than your adopted sister for a while now. We are finally able to give in to what we’ve been feeling towards each other.”
Suddenly he felt her lips on his, pushing his mouth wide as she slide her tongue inside. He groaned as she massaged the inside of his mouth and his hand automatically went to her globular breasts. Their pillowy weight was incredibly soft and he wanted to bury his head in them. She forced him to stand and unzipped his uniform before gently pushing him back on the bed. He felt her soft lips wrap around his rigid cock and nearly exploded with pleasure. She took him deeply and he lifted his hips to meet her as she swallowed him whole. His hand went to her incredibly long hair and he found himself pushing her mouth even further.
He looked up as she stopped, he saw her face glistening with sweat and saliva dripping from her lips, and didn’t hesitate before sitting up and nearly ripping off her dress in his haste. She was breathing quickly as she knelt down on all fours on the bed, her breasts dangling and swaying with her movements. Her smooth, round ass presented itself to him, and he positioned himself before sliding deep into her warm, wet cunt. His fingers dug into her sides, as he sank deeper, groaning his pleasure. He quickened his pace as his pleasure grew, desperately trying to hold back from cumming deep inside of Aryn. He wanted this to last forever, she was so tight and so wet, it was pure heaven for him.
Right before he was sure he couldn’t stop himself any longer she slid off of him, turning to face him. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and her lips glistened in the soft light of the room. She pulled him down into a kiss, long and passionate; he moved his lips to her breasts stroking himself all the while. Her nipples were incredibly long and hard as he nibbled on them gently and she shrieked with pleasure and pain. Lifting her legs off the bed and over his shoulders, he trailed a path down to her sweet cunt and began to lick, slowly and sensually. He felt her tremble around him and her juices flowed steadily. He raised his other hand, sticking a couple fingers into her tight hole and began licking her clit as quickly as he could. She screamed as she orgasamed once, then again, cumming all the while.
She jerked away from her brother suddenly, and brought him onto the bed to lay next to her, then mounted him so he could see her enormous breasts dangling in front of him. She slid her cunt lips over his hard cock and allowed him to slide inside her once more. He reached up to fondle her, running his hands over her nipples and giving them a slight twist as she bounced up and down on him eagerly. All the while she moaned with each bounce, making it harder and harder to hold back. His hips rose to meet hers with each bounce and finally he held her tight against him as he came deep inside her tight cunt. Her muscles tightened around him in another orgasm as they held each other tight. He couldn’t stop, he kept cumming until it all began to fade to black.