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When I woke up that fateful morning I had no idea I would have the best sex of my young life later that night. Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed an amazing sex life with myself, my girlfriend/mentor Angela and a small but rewarding number of men. I have pleasured myself with a wide variety of sex toys that I own ranging from the average vibrator, suction cup dildos, inflatable dildos, pussy pumps, anal plug’s and anything else you can find on the internet that I can afford on my students salary.



I had experienced a mind blowing threesome with Angela and her man and most recently I had brought a very nice man home and completely dominated him in every way that I wanted.



As great as all of that had been, it was just a foretaste of things to come.



When I walked in to our local pub to meet my girlfriends for our normal Friday night drinks I didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary. I found my friends and sat down for our normal small talk and gossip. After a few drinks I excused myself for the restroom. On the way back to the table I stopped at the bar to talk to our bartender and order another round for myself and the girls.



As I waited for the drinks he came up behind me. He placed his hands on my lower back with force. He began to whisper into my ear as he pushed his body into mine from behind. At the time I figured it was an old male friend or one of the girls just fucking with me. But when he spoke I knew that it was him. The young, plain, very kind man I had taken home and dominated just recently.



“I hope you had fun using me last time, I know I did. But tonight it’s my turn, and I am going to make you cum until the sun rises.” As he spoke my pussy began to get hot and wet from what he was saying and from my memory of the things we had done last.



It was an amazing night for me, the first time I ever controlled a man completely. The first time I did everything I wanted to do and made him know that I was using him for my pleasure as much as he was getting pleasure from me. It was liberating to say the least.



His words shocked me because the very reason I picked him out of the crowd that night was because I thought he was a complete and true gentleman. Opening doors for women he did not know, having thoughtful conversations and buying drinks without hesitation. He was raised with respect and manners and I knew from this that he could follow my directions very well. So to hear him (and feel him) commanding sex from me like I was his, like I belonged to him was not what I expected in the least.



Regardless of what I expected it certainly excited me! I turned to face him and as I did he pulled me in even closer to his body. I could feel his strength controlling my skinny frame and I could feel his hardening cock pressing into my stomach. A thousand words raced through my mind and not a single one of them was “let me go” or “get off of me.” I was most definitely ready for this night, or at least I thought I was.



“My place again?” I asked and with that he led me out the front door towards his car. As we walked out I caught a brief glimpse of my girlfriend’s faces with their mouths half open as they processed what was happening. I laughed to myself as I thought about the texts and stories they would all be sending and expecting.



He drove me to my house without asking for any directions. The whole time we were in a silence that was almost unbearable but oddly made me that much more intoxicated by the thoughts of things to come. My pussy tingled and grew wetter and wetter as I sat there replaying scenes of amazing sex in my mind. Sex that I had had before or things I had seen from others.



I thought about the drunk girl video who does anal and loves it (do a search for it) or one of my other favorites with the muscular amateur and his tight girlfriend. I love good amateur stuff because I always think to myself “I should be doing that!”



I love the porno of Jenna Haze and belladonna because both are built like me, skinny with not much in the curves department but love to have all kinds of great sex.



I also like Flower Tucci because of her squirting videos. She is a lot like me with her squirting, she has her best “squirt while fucking” sex from anal because the pussy isn’t so full that it can’t release.



When I am in a really “nasty/kinky” mood I can’t get enough of Extreme Kream, especially her videos with brutal dildos or machines. Of course it is graphic and not “pretty” by any means but a woman who can control her body, holes and muscles that well has to be appreciated in my book plus her squirting is amazing!



These are the kind of things I had going through my mind as we sat in silence at the red lights, stop signs and what not. I was getting more and more wet by the second and when we finally pulled into my drive I was careful to get up out of my seat because I was sure that my sun dress was soaked.



As we walked into my house he shut the door behind us and then picked me up and carried me to my bed. He tossed me down and in one fast motion he pulled my summer dress completely off of me to reveal my small bare tits and my black thong. I sat up to pull his pants down and get my mouth onto his dick but as I tried he pulled me up onto my feet and looked me right into my eyes.



“I am going to do things you have never had done to you. You are going to do everything I tell you to and you will do it until I tell you to stop.” He had a very stern tone in his voice. He was not asking me, he was telling me!



With that he turned me around and pressed me against the wall. He pinned his arm above my shoulder and with the other arm he pulled the straps off my dress letting it fall to the floor. Because I am so small in the chest department and never wear underwear I went from fully dressed to completely naked in one swift motion. I could feel his hot body pressing into me and I could feel my dripping wet pussy throbbing for release.



He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side so that he could suck my neck.



I don’t mind the hair pulling but this was just a little bit more forceful than I was used to so my body fought a little. He felt the resistance and instead of letting up on me he pressed me into the wall, not too hard but not soft either. It seemed that he was letting me know that he was the strong one tonight, I could not stop him and I would have no choice but to do what he made me.



A sudden panic came over me; I had never been dominated like this. Rough sex was always something I liked watching but I had never been in the fire feeling my body being controlled before. I began to panic a little bit and right when my mind started to race I felt the soft, warm stroke of his hand across my butt cheeks. Then lower onto the back of my leg. My heightened sense from the way he was handling me made me feel every stroke of him, every movement sent a tingle to my spine and straight to my brain.



Just as I relaxed his hand landed hard on my ass. Then again, and again. He spanked each cheek a few times and I felt the blood rushing to my ass with each sting he delivered. It didn’t last very long but I was gasping against the wall when he was done. My mind was racing, my body tensing. Then I felt his fingers running up my inner thigh. I felt his finger brush against my clean shaven, soaking wet pussy and I shuddered at the feeling it left behind.



He picked me up and carried me on his shoulder to my bedroom and threw me down onto my bed. As he began to take his clothes off he told me what to do to him.



“Get over here and suck my cock.” He said plain, deep and stern. And I listened.



I crawled on all fours over to the edge of my bed, opened up my mouth and began to swallow his dick all the way down to the back of my throat. I used all my best skills on him just like the last time and his cock grew steel hard in my mouth. Right when I thought he was about to cum deep down in my throat he grab my hair and began to slowly fuck my mouth like it was my pussy. The last time I had his dick in my mouth I faked like I was gagging on him to give that extra visual and auditory stimulation to him and his ego. This time however he actually made me gag as he increased in speed and literally fucked my mouth hard with a hand full of my hair. I could feel his balls smacking into my chin and I started to have a hard time breathing. But I wanted his cum in my mouth so bad I kept going. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I forced him out of me as I gasped for air.



While I was catching my breath he walked over to my dresser drawer where I keep all of my toys and he grabbed a bunch of things and tossed them onto the bed by me. With each toy he threw at me I grew in excitement of the possibilities of what he could or would do to me with them.



I sat up onto my knees and started to finger myself while he went through my draw of goodies. He watched me slide a finger, then two and then three into myself while he stroked his cock.



“Get on all fours” he commanded me, and I did as I was told as fast as possible. I could feel him climb onto the bed behind me and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. I felt cool, water like feeling on my back and then his hand began to rub me all over. All over my tight ass and my lower back. All over my pussy and asshole. He slid a finger in each hole but quickly pulled out so that I couldn’t get full satisfaction from him. When he was done I was covered in lube and ready to be used for the rest of the night!



As I reached the limit of how much I could hold back he started going to work on me. He pushed me down onto my stomach and started to finger the shit out of my pussy. While fingering me he used his other hand to spread my tiny ass apart and lick all around, in and out of my little rosebud asshole. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he did his work and my pussy reached the edge.



“I’m cumming” I said…..and right before I could he pulled away from me completely. The sudden shock of him not touching me was crazy and I immediately reached for my clit to finish the job but he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me.



“Don’t you fucking cum yet. I didn’t tell you to cum for me!” But cumming was all I wanted to do. I could not believe he was making me resisting the one thing I wanted so bad!



“Grab your ass and spread yourself open for me.” He commanded, I could feel his warmth closing in on me and I did as I was told. His engorged cockhead touched the opening of my spread asshole and I shivered at the thought of him inside of me.



“Is this what you want from me?” He asked



“Yes” I whispered. And he pulled back away from me.



“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you and I beg me for it.” My pussy was literally dripping wet wanting to cum and my asshole was throbbing from wanting him in me. The fact that he wasn’t touching me was driving me crazy and all I could think was…



“Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock in my asshole. Please make me cum all over this bed. Make me squirt all over you and myself and grab my hair and don’t stop doing it until I can’t be fucked anymore!”



With that he placed his dick back at my tiny opening and started pressing his way into me. It was so amazing, the tight feeling of him opening me up. My ass resisted at first but opened to let him in finally popping him in past the first opening. Once he was in me I sat back onto him to get him all the way in. This wasn’t my first rodeo and I love getting my ass fucked so I started rocking back and forth on his dick. After about a minute I had him all the way into me. Deep inside where I could feel him in my stomach. I love that feeling, for me that’s where my ass cum’s the best. Unfortunately for me his smart self knew that and right as I was hitting my sweet spot with his dick he pulled out of my ass just like he did my pussy!



It was torture, my pussy dripping wet and pulsating, my asshole throbbing and empty. I wanted to finish the job so bad, I wanted him in me at full speed but he was not. He would not give me what I wanted and it drove me to the edge and past where I had ever gone before as I strained to hold back my orgasm.



As I stayed put on all fours waiting for him my anticipation grew. Then I heard him open the lube bottle and I gasped a little at the thought of what was coming, even though I had no idea what that would be. First I felt something touch my ass. It was cool but not cold. It started going in and I did my best to accept it in. but it got harder and hard as he pushed.



“Fuck” I let out as I tried to take it inside me. He responded by backing out all the way to either tease me or let me relax a little bit. Both plans worked as I got that feeling again of needing to be filled and my ass relaxed and took more and more in on the second try. By this time I had figured out that he was putting my largest anal plug in me. It is Pyrex (plastic glass) and its 5 ½ inches long and a little more than 3 and a half inches across at the widest point! It is just about 10 inches in circumference I think!! If you have no idea what I am talking about, do a internet search for it and you will see  It is a great stretch and pretty hard to fit in even for someone who enjoys it but you don’t have to take it all the way in have a good time with it. For me it is a challenge that I love to take on and this night was no exception.



Now that I knew what I was in for I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy a little bit as he slowly moved in and out with my toy. It took a few minutes but finally I relaxed enough that the entire width popped past my outer ring and slid into me so nice, so full. The sudden fullness made my pussy get tight as hell just from the invasion and I was about to cum all over when he grabbed my hand and literally flipped me over onto my back!



“I still have not told you to cum. You think I didn’t see you playing with yourself? You will cum when I tell you to and if you cum before we will start this all over again do you understand me?” He asked with a hard voice.



“Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.” I responded. I was really starting to get into the submissive role and it was really turning me on being told what to do so forcefully. Just the thought of what he would make me do to him or the things he was going to do to me made me unbelievably horny.



“Lay back and close your eyes.” He told me and I immediately wished I had a blindfold! But I did as I was told. I’ll put the blindfold on my “things to buy list!”



I felt something touch me around my pussy and then I heard the sound of air rushing. Right away I knew he was using a pussy pump on me while my ass was so very full with my plug. I had obviously used both toys before but I had never used them together. The feeling of my ass being as full as it has ever been combined with the pull and blood rush of my pussy being pumped made me feel so tight I don’t think anything else could possible fit inside of me. It was amazing!



“Now come suck my dick some more.” He told me as he laid down on his back.



I got up carefully so as to not pull the pump off of my pussy. As I got down into the dick sucking position my ass went up into the air and the plug and pump shifted ever so slightly into a new, even more intense position. I had to stop everything to gather myself so that I didn’t cum right then and there.



After I got control of myself I went to work on his dick. Sucking, stroking, and jacking him off. I could tell he was close right before he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his dick.



“Lick my balls.” He commanded as he raised his hips and pushed my face down. I again, did as I was told. I licked all around his balls, his taint, even his asshole. As I passed by his tight butt he grabbed my hair and forced my face into him, making me eat his ass. Normally this is not my favorite thing to do unless I am eating a girl and we have just showered but he smelled like soap and was completely clean of all hair so it was really quite a turn on for me. So I kept going, burying my tongue into his asshole as far as I could.



Suddenly he rolled off the bed, stood up and grabbed me by my face as he started to cum all over me. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as wave after wave of hot cum hit me and rolled down my young, slutty face.



“Oh my god.” He screamed out as I lapped up as much as he gave me.



He stepped back as I cleaned my face up and he caught his breath. Then he came to me again.



“Turn around on all fours.” I did so, as he took the pussy pump and released the pressure. The rush of blood leaving the area was so intense I started to cum.



“Oh my God please let me cum, it’s so good baby, please let me cum?” I pleaded as I tried to hold back.



I waited for an answer but got nothing. I flexed and squeezed all my muscle waiting for permission and when I didn’t hear him reply I closed my eyes and did everything I could to not release. Just then I felt his entire dick drive all the way into my pussy pushing me completely overboard and making me cum. I was so tight from my pussy being swollen from the pump and my ass being full with the giant glass plug that I could feel every single vein in his cock as it slammed in and out of me. Each thrust was another wave of orgasm hitting me harder and harder like a tidal wave getting ready to crash.



He pulled out fast and grabbed my hips. He swung me around so that I was on the edge of the bed and he flipped me all in one strong motion. He was literally manhandling me, not giving me any option as to what to do, and it was awesome!



I pretended to fight a little as he pushed my shoulders off the bed and down towards the floor but he over powered me and before I knew it I was lying on a pillow upside down looking at my own pussy.



He plunged his dick back inside my swollen lady parts and the orgasm picked right up where it had left off. After about a minute of stroking in and out of me and making sure I saw his dick going in me he pulled out.



“You came on my face last time, now it’s your turn. You can cum now and I want you to push that squirt harder than you ever have before.”



With that I started feverishly rubbing my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me and massaged my G-spot like it was a punching bag. The rough touch was just what I needed and I started to push as that “have to go” feeling came to me.



“Oh my god! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” I screamed as my juice sprayed all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my hair and the floor beneath me. I loved it, and when I opened my eyes and saw my swollen pussy pumping and pushing and opening I was in shock and in love with what he was doing to me.



I was pushing so hard I could feel the 3.5″ inch wide almost 10 inch around butt plug trying to pop out of my ass. I was a little worried about that both because of the obvious and because he had not told me to take it out. So I finally began to calm myself down and bring my orgasm back to earth. It had been about 5 minutes since I started cumming and I was literally light headed.



“Go take a shower and remove your toy. Then come back to me ready for more.” He told me almost reading my mind about how sticky and cum covered I was.



I got into the shower and turned it on hot but my legs were so weak I had to sit down on my shower stool. Sitting down on a butt plug that large is an interesting feeling to say the least and it shocked the hell out of me.



After I got my legs back and carefully, slowly removed my plug I washed myself from head to toe, got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a large towel. I walked back into my room to find him standing naked by my bed spread which was laid out on the floor with a strange device lying on top of it.



“Take off the towel and go stand in front of the spreader bar.” He commanded. I had seen spreader bars in those kinky bondage porn clips before but I had never used one or actually seen one in real life before. It was kind of tough looking. All black, a metal bar with chains and leather cuff straps on the end and in the middle.

Cherry woke to the soft feel of Rashad’s hands stroking her dark hair. She struggled to focus after the previous evening’s lust filled adventures. He leaned in to kiss her. She returned the kiss to his playful, smiling face.



“Michelle called. Breakfast is in a half an hour next door. We have to leave for practice and we’ll be gone all day. We’ll catch up with you tonight for dinner. Have fun, I hear you guys are going shopping. The five of the islands sexiest women are going shopping. Holy fuck, I pity the clerks,” he snickered.



“Oh hell, yeah. I hope I find some really sexy show salesmen. I can be one hell of a zipper buster, you know,” she giggled.



He put his hand on his thigh, “You’re not telling me anything I don’t know. I pity the fool…,” he laughed.



One more kiss and he was gone.



Cherry jumped in the shower and got dressed in another ball busting outfit. Her makeup and hair were perfect. Today, while strolling the streets of Honolulu, she didn’t want to just turn heads. She wanted them to stare in wonderment and lust. After a final look in the mirror she walked to Mark’s place. She took her key card from her clutch bag and opened the door. The sight that greeted her made her laugh. There were shoes, stockings and a trail of lingerie strewn all over the place. It was obvious that Mark was getting his groove on in high style.



Cherry saw that the living room was empty, or so she thought. As she walked to the sofa, she saw the top of Lori’s head. From the back of the sofa, she saw a very naked Mark, eyes closed and enjoying the beautiful blowjob Lori was giving him. This was the first time in her life that Cherry had seen Mark unclothed. Mark had a very good body. Cherry’s eyes fixed on Lori, the gorgeous lawyer. She looked up at Cherry and waved as Mark’s substantial white cock was delicately held between her lovely black lips. Lori eased off Mark’s cock and Cherry’s jaw dropped as his thick cock kept sliding from her hungry lips.



“I’m bad. I just had to finish breakfast before I got dressed,” she giggled and winked at Cherry. With that, she took his rock hard cock back into her mouth and sucked him deliciously. Mark looked silently at Cherry and began to cum deep in Lori’s throat. Something was imbedded in the look that they shared but neither knew of them knew quite what it was. Cherry shook off the unsettling feeling as Lori finished licking Mark clean. She stood and her fantastic ebony body shone in the early morning light.



“Oh for God’s sake you two. Get dressed. Mark, you have appointments and the rest of us are going to be spending a ton of your money so hustle. Lori dear, his cock will still be attached when he gets back,” Michelle giggled. “Good morning Cherry. Damn, you look delicious.”



Mark stood with his substantial semi hard cock dangling between his legs. He leaned over and kissed Cherry’s cheek and hurried to get dressed. She raised an eyebrow and watched as his naked ass padded into his bedroom. “Looks like there has been a party going on over here too,” she said as she saw Michelle smiling broadly. She picked up a bra, “D’orgasmic, very nice. Wish I could afford their stuff. I love everything they make.”



“Noted, one of Marks best friends owns half of the company. You’d like him too, I know I sure do. Do you get their catalogs? Did you know that Diane is one of their models?”



“I don’t get their catalogs and no, I didn’t know about Diane. That is good to know.”



Aleka and Diane walked out of the bedroom dressed to kill too.



“Lori will be here shortly. She just finished her protein breakfast,” Aleka smirked.



“Yes, I walked in just as it was being served up,” Cherry laughed. “Looks like everyone had a good time last night.”



Diane sighed, “This promises to be the best time of my life Cherry. Seriously, the best time imaginable.”



“And look at you,” Aleka grinned, “You look good enough to eat.”



“Hopefully Aleka, hopefully,” Cherry smirked. “Ah, here is Lori now.”



“Let’s go shoe shopping ladies!” Diane shrieked as she shoved everyone to the elevators.



As with most elegant women, shoes are something that defines their personas. The shoes have to fit their mood, be that playful, elegant, sexy or slutty. The way they shape your legs and raise your ass are the true factors in proper shoe selection.”



The door to the limo opened and all people could see were tits and legs emerging. Each woman was dressed to kill and spectacular in their own right. Diane looked every bit the supermodel that she was. Her jet black hair framed her lovely face. Diane’s eyes were dark liquid pools that drew you in. Her long, slender body, great tits and spectacular ass drove everyone in her presence absolutely wild. Aleka was simply adorable. Her long black hair shone in the sunshine. The orchid she wore matched her sexy outfit perfectly. She was a true Hawaiian princess, lovely in every respect. The underlying, well hidden from the public, wanton lust she embraced made her so desirable. Unless you knew that Lori was a lawyer, you would never guess. Her dark skin and drop dead gorgeous face were just the beginning of a truly fantastic creature. Long legs, great tits and an ass to die for were only the visible aspects of her gifts. Lori was insatiable. Her need for cock was second only to Cherry’s.



Cherry’s exit from the limo was truly spectacular. She looked every bit the slut she was. Her tiny top tried, unsuccessfully, to cover her spectacular breasts. They strained against the thin material and her nipples poked out deliciously. The warm Hawaiian sun on her exposed flat, muscled stomach felt so good. She wore a tiny white linen skirt that barely covered her ass. Her legs were shaped so well by the platform heels she loved so much. She was every bit of the walking wet dream the guys were talking about the other night. In fact, they all were. Michelle was dressed rather conservatively as she had to meet Mark later for a meeting.



They looked in the window and saw a wide selection of very nice merchandise. As they entered, they saw that the store was staffed by a very attractive Hawaiian girl and an equally handsome young man. The clerks introduced themselves as Kono and Daniel. Daniel, it appeared, was so in awe of the creatures in his store, that as he turned to move away, he tripped over a display.



Cherry giggled to herself as he straightened himself. She couldn’t help notice the substantial bulge in his shorts. Lori saw it too. Cherry looked at Lori and flashed back to what she saw this morning. It excited her to see her good friend being pleased so expertly. The tiny smile that thought brought to her lips stayed there until she got one of the clerks’ attention by holding up a truly BITCHIN pair of platform heels — utterly stripperlicious.



Kono came over and Cherry smiled a wicked smile at this lovely Hawaiian young girl. “Do you have these in a seven in Red?”



“Let me check. I may have to measure as this style runs a little tight.”



“Tight is always good,” Cherry laughed.



Kono went back into the storeroom and returned with a pair. Cherry sat down and Kono slipped the shoe on her foot. Kono was right. The shoe was quite tight. As Kono looked up at her, she could not help but see right up her small skirt. Cherry wore the tiniest thong that did little to conceal her sweet pussy. Kono’s eyes lingered and Cherry saw more than a hint of longing in her eyes. Kono put on the other shoe and her hand lingered on Cherry’s leg. Cherry stood and looked in the mirror. She walked a bit and the shoes were, in fact, a bit too tight. Cherry asked if she had these in a larger size. Kono said she would check and she once again, re-entered the storeroom. Cherry watched as her tight ass disappeared. Cherry looked and Lori had Daniel’s rapt attention. She laughed as she could see the ravenous leer as she looked at this fine Hawaiian man.



Kono returned with a different pair of shoes. Her tiny hands held Cherry’s calf as she applied the first shoe. Cherry spread her legs wider to allow this lovely lady an unobstructed view of her pussy. Kono was lost in her gaze. She fumbled with the second shoe as here eyes were fixed on Cherry’s quickly moistening pussy. Cherry walked in them and they were so comfortable. She sat down before Kono once again and began to laugh as she saw Daniel enter the storeroom.



“Looks like Daniel is going to have a bit of fun,” Cherry giggled.



“What do you mean?” Kono inquired.



“I think my friend wants to suck his cock. Matter-a-fact, I’m pretty sure of it,” Cherry explained.



“Not nearly as much as I want to lick your fabulous pussy,” Kono cooed.



“Well, let’s find me some more shoes first.”



Kono brought out the sexiest shoes and Cherry was in slut-shoe heaven. Michelle came up and asked if she was finding what she wanted. Cherry said she had found several pairs but had to decide which ones to buy.



“Do you like them?” she asked.



“Oh there are several I really like,” Cherry admitted.



“Well, get them all. Mark is paying for this trip dear. Not you.”



“No way, I couldn’t Michelle. I’m not like that.”



“This shopping trip is definitely on him. He wants all of these ladies to get some nice things. He made me promise to slap your ass if you argued with me too.”



“Promises, promises,” Cherry smiled. “Looks like Lori is on a tear.”



“Fuck, if I didn’t have to meet Mark, I’d be all over him myself. By the looks of it, you are going to have some ‘Grade A’ tongue in you before you get out of here yourself.”



“I know and I can’t wait.”



Kono approached with more shoes and Michelle leaned over and kissed Cherry fully and deeply. As Kono began to show her the shoes, Michelle put her hand on Kono’s cheek and reassured her that her pussy tastes better than it looked. She laughed and walked over to Aleka and Diane who were still looking.



Cherry picked out a few more styles that she simply adored. Daniel and Lori had returned to the showroom. She had the look of a conqueror and Daniel couldn’t stop grinning.



Kono and Cherry slipped into the storeroom and Kono’s hands were all over Cherry. Her hands slipped under her top and she caressed her spectacular orbs. She raised it up and sucked each nipple with a passion that was hard to describe. Cherry ran her delicate fingers through her luxurious black hair as Kono licked, bit and tugged at her hard nipples. Cherry felt Kono’s full breasts through her dress and pinched her hard nipples wickedly. Kono dropped to her knees and kissed her thighs. Cherry moved her thong, exposing her lovely lips. Kono dove in with a hunger that Cherry did not expect. This Hawaiian delight licked and sucked Cherry and had her drenched in no time at all. Her tongue had Cherry squirming quickly and she began to cum hard onto Kono’s tongue. Cherry slammed her pussy hard onto Kono and came again and again. Kono smiled up at Cherry with such a look of satisfaction. Cherry kissed her and put her hands between her legs. Kono was dripping. Cherry turned her around and sank between her legs and began to bring her to two quick but very strong orgasms. Kono was delightful and Cherry knew that she could have spent much, much longer with her.



They walked back into the showroom and Michelle was waiting. The bill had been paid and the merchandise was in the limo. They spent the next two hours buying slut wear and lovely lingerie. They dropped Michelle at the stadium and the ladies enjoyed a nice, light lunch.



“Well, you two sure got lucky,” Diane said. “Aleka and I were wondering when our turn was coming.”



Lori giggled, “With all the fucking you’ve been getting, you’re still horny? Wow girl, that man fucks better than anyone I’ve ever been with. Not only that, there are three of us and he is keeping us all so satisfied.”



“Well, yes he is, if we can only keep his fabulous cock out of your mouth,” Aleka grinned. “I have to say, he is definitely the best I’ve ever had. He’s not only good looking with a great body but I swear his cock is amazing. He knows exactly how to use it and he does it so well.”



“You can say that again. Hell, I’ve been with so many men. There is only one other guy that I know that is as good as Mark and funny as it sounds, he and Mark are good friends. Technically, I work for him but he doesn’t run D’orgasmic anymore. He does supervise the product line I’m told. All I know is he is just as adorable as Mark and he fucks like Mark. You know what we mean Cherry, Mark is such a wonderful lover.”



“Actually, I don’t know at all. I’ve never slept with Mark,” Cherry admitted.



“Are you serious? The way you two act, the chewing out you gave him? You’re telling us you’ve never done him. Wow,” Lori said. “I can tell you one thing; he sure wants to sleep with you.”



“Mark and I are best of friends. He has never hit on me. He’s had chances but he never has acted on them. I believe he isn’t interested in me. I know he loves me dearly but only as a friend. I can live with that.”



What about your feelings Cherry?” Aleka asked. “I mean, Mark is one of the most successful men in his field. He is caring and charming and we can tell you, he is the most skilled lover you’ll ever have. How do you feel about him?”



“Until this trip, I had no idea that Mark was wealthy. I had no idea any of this existed. Mark and I spend so much time together, almost every day, and I had no clue. Honestly, I could care less. We are friends and that is all. He made it clear that he doesn’t want to sleep with me and I accept that.”



“Well, there are two things I know. The first is that I really think you are wrong,” Diane stated, “The second thing I am sure of. The three of us are dying to get into your pussy. Shall we continue shopping or head back to the hotel?”



Meanwhile, across town, Michelle sat down with Mark.



“Are you having a good time?” she asked him.



“Yes I am. I never expected this but, yes; I am having a wonderful time. I’m sorry that I’m not spending as much time with you as I had planned,” he said.



“I’m with you all the time. I’m fine and hey, you fucked me twice last night or have you forgotten?” Michelle said.



“I know I did. Damn, so much sex. I’m certainly not complaining,” he laughed. “Is Cherry happy? Are the guys treating her well? I really want this to be so special for her.”



“She’s fine. She bought some really sexy things today. You may hear about this as she was a little pissed that I wouldn’t let her pay for anything. She is so independent. I think I may have offended her. Anyway, I think she is as happy as a girl can be in her circumstances.”



“What does that mean?”



“I am not completely sure but I am getting vibes that she would rather be with you.”



“Forget that. I love her. You know that. She knows that. I can’t give her what she wants. End of story.”



“You didn’t see the look on her face the first three minutes that she watched Lori sucking your cock, did you? I thought she was going to cry but once you were aware that she was there, she put on one hell of an act.”



“You’re wrong. I think I know her better than anyone. I know what she wants and I can’t give it to her. All I can do is try to bring some excitement to her from time to time. Sure, she is the most phenomenal woman I’ve ever known. Would I like to make love to her? Sure I would. Would I like to fuck her? Damned straight I would. Will I? No! That is not going to happen!”



“Dammit, do you know how much you sound like Gary right now? Sometimes a woman just wants a good fucking.”



“What the fuck? How did Gary get into this conversation? Oh, I know, his I won’t fuck a woman until I’ve made love to her first philosophy. It has served him well, considering the guy has some of the world’s sexiest and hottest women on speed dial. Owning D’orgasmic has its perks. He lives like a pauper and he’s probably worth more than me. Hell, for all I know, he’s probably been banging Diane for some time. With regard to Cherry, she gets enough cock that she needs for nothing on that front. My problem is that I do think like Gary. Michelle, the very last thing Cherry wants is a man to make love to her. Are you telling me that the guys aren’t fucking her brains out? I am pretty sure she is getting the best fucking of her life this week.” Mark glared at her and Michelle dropped the subject.



“Speaking of Lori, what have we learned?” Mark inquired.



“She is top of her field. She had a massive war with Trainer and he pulled the plug. Apparently, she is going to sue his ass off and scuttlebutt says she is going to win and win big. She was senior partner too. Actually, she was their youngest but, whatever happened, it was bad. There is, according to our own research department, a very interesting flaw in her partnership agreement. Apparently, she is not precluded from representing any existing clients as long as they come to her. Of course, she can not initiate said contact but, should someone wish her representation, she is free to do so. I don’t know who would make that kind of error but it is there and from our perspective, it is a good thing. I also know that if we do this, her first two clients are with her right now. We are going to have to make an accommodation if that is the case. Somehow, I doubt you’ll mind that.”



Mark smiled, “I am sure we will find out what went on. I can pretty much tell you what it was right now. Trainer is an asshole. He always has been. Put the figures together and let me see them before you make her the offer. Does she have any idea what we are planning?”



“She doesn’t have a clue as far as I know. You owe Chris big time for this, you know. If his cock wasn’t so fucking big, we’d never be having this conversation. Lori stopped dating him because he hurt her. He definitely is huge.”



“I should be back to the hotel by seven. Let’s shoot for dinner somewhere around eight,” Mark stated.



Michelle left Mark and went back to the hotel. Mark sat and ordered another drink. He had heard what Michelle said about Cherry. He knew, in his heart, that he was right and she was wrong. He sat and drank but the gut wrenching, unsettled feeling just would not go away.



Michelle walked into the suite and just started laughing. Four very naked women were in various stages of extremely lewd activities.



“You couldn’t wait till I got here to start this party? What the fuck is up with that? My pussy needs loving too.”



“Well, get your naked, honky ass over here gorgeous,” Diane smirked.



Michelle couldn’t wait. Cherry laughed as she peeled everything off, “Who’s the fucking stripper around here, you or me?”



Lips mashed, tits bounced and five very horny women dove in to enjoy all things female. Lori was not just a fantastic cocksucker. She was an unstoppable pussy pleaser. She threw Michelle down and dove into her sweet, gorgeous gash with gusto. Michelle looked at this black goddess and loved the contrast between them. Lori’s lovely ebony face, bright red painted lips and perfect makeup between her pale thighs simply made Michelle gush. Lori stroked her tummy and raised her delicate hands to caress Michelle’s firm, full breasts. The sweetness on her tongue fueled her wildly. She was driven to have this gorgeous creature cumming all over her face as fast as she possibly could.



Diane and Aleka began to kiss Michelle’s breasts, kissing, licking, and sucking her sweet nipples.



Cherry, not to be outdone, straddled her sweet face. She guided her pretty pussy onto Michelle’s talented lips. Always the greedy bitch — she positioned her pussy just above Michelle’s face and rested her clit lightly on her outstretched tongue. Michelle giggled as she saw what Cherry was doing. She really did like that on the plane. Michelle began to so lightly touch her clit as her own was being loved so wonderfully. Cherry thrilled as the magic that was Michelle began to electrify her body. Michelle had the touch, she loved the taste and Cherry knew she received so much pleasure from making Cherry cum.

It didn’t take long until Michelle let out a scream and began a spasmodic thrashing under Lori’s pretty face. Michelle came and kept coming as Lori was relentless. She splashed Lori’s face repeatedly and Lori kept her going. The four hands and two sets of lips drove her further into oblivion and yet, through it all, Michelle’s tongue never wavered from Cherry’s vibrating clit.



Cherry began to cum and her body exploded in a record setting series of spasms that took her breath away. Both women kept cumming and shaking vividly. Cherry’s engorged clit rested harder onto Michelle’s face, soaking her further. Cherry ran her hands between Michelle’s breasts and down her stomach.



Aleka and Diane continued to lavished their talents onto her nipples. Lori finally relented and Michelle was spent.



Cherry threw her stripper body onto the sofa with one leg draped over the armrest. Her pink gash was airing in the cool breeze. Aleka knelt before her and began to lick and suck her petals delicately. Cherry loved her soft touch but the visual of her sent Cherry over the top almost instantly. Aleka was one of the loveliest women ever to have visited Cherry’s hot twat. Aleka looked into Cherry’s eyes as her tongue wickedly presented Cherry with wave after wave of pleasure. The lust in her eyes drove Cherry into a chain orgasm that started softly and built massively.



Aleka’s fingers entered her and she toyed with her steaming hot pussy. She grazed her clit but spent more time circling her vagina. Cherry loved what she was doing. It was different and it was good. Aleka spread Cherry’s legs wider and her pussy opened deliciously.



She began to tongue her vagina and she circled her opening with her tongue. Cherry felt her soft tongue sink into her, licking the interior of her velvet glove. Her tongue seemed to grow longer with each fantastic stroke. Aleka began to dip her fingers into her and Cherry moaned softly. Aleka reached for the oil and drizzled over Cherry’s smoldering pussy and onto her hand.



Cherry felt two fingers inside her and then three. Aleka never broke her gaze and it hypnotized Cherry completely. She felt a fourth finger enter and Aleka began to thrust deeper. Cherry starred into her dark eyes intently, feeling the pressure and the pleasure. Aleka cupped her hand and kept pressing. Cherry’s eyes went wide as she felt her hand attempt to slide inside her. Aleka smiled reassuringly and steadily pushed in. Cherry felt her hand slide in and Aleka held it in place. Cherry was panting and sweating but not for a moment did she break her gaze. Aleka began to move in and out of her and Cherry’s moans grew with each thrust. She had never experienced this before and she loved this. Her mind raced and her pussy pulsed as the arm sank deeper into her hot twat. Cherry was drenched from head to toe and Aleka kept driving forward. Cherry looked and saw that her forearm was nearly completely planted inside her. She came instantly and Aleka began to fist her lovingly.



Diane drizzled more oil onto her pussy and Aleka increased her speed as she began to drive into Cherry.



“Fuck, Ohmigod!, Oh fuck!, This is so fucking HOT!!!, Fuck me, oh dear Fuck ME!, Oh I never felt…!, This is so good!, So good!, Harder baby, harder!, Fuck me baby!, I want MORE!, MORE!, MORE!”



Aleka leaned forward and took her swollen clit in her mouth and Cherry came unglued. Aleka licked and sucked as her arm slid in and out of Cherry’s constantly spasming body. Lori and Michelle began to lick Cherry’s fabulous tits and Diane began to kiss her sweetly. Cherry was in sensory overload. She seriously didn’t know which way was up and the pleasures just kept coming.



Aleka touched Michelle’s side and motioned for her to get the oil. Michelle began to oil Cherry heavily. Aleka’s lubricated her other arm and as she pulled out, she placed her hand just below the wrist of the other. Aleka’s arm began to sink back in as her other hand rode piggyback. Cherry’s eyes went wide as she felt the added pressure. Aleka went slow and Cherry began to stretch. The tightness gave way, slowly and deliciously. Cherry was on fire. Her pussy demanded to be filled and Aleka accommodated her every wish. She had her arm and a hand inside her. She began to stroke a little deeper each time. Cherry didn’t know how and she didn’t care either. All she knew was that Aleka had both her arms inside her and she was fucking her wildly.



“MORE! DAMMIT, I WANT MORE! Ohmigod! I NEED MORE! I’m so fucking full! Ohmigod! I am so full! Stretch my pussy! Ohmigod! STRETCH ME MORE! FUCK! Can’t stop cumming! Can’t! I Can’t! Ohmigod!”



Aleka began to slow and Cherry nearly passed out. Aleka very slowly removed one arm and then the second. Cherry gaped widely but not as wide as her smile. Her body twitched and flailed uncontrollably and she lay giggling, her mind racing.



“Oh fuck, Ohmigod! That is the wildest fucking thing I’ve ever done. Ohmigod! Where did you learn how to do that?”



Aleka leaned over Cherry and was pulled quickly onto Cherry’s lips. Cherry kissed her viciously. The feel of her body against Cherry’s was like silk.



“Did you ever see the original Candy Stripers? Since you’ve been with Incredible Hulk’s, 1, 2 and 3, I took a chance and dammit, I am so glad I did. I can’t imagine what that felt like but I know what it looked like. Holy Fuck! That was so intense. I’m so glad you enjoyed that. I was cumming right along with you.”



The girls helped Cherry up and she moved, gingerly but she moved. “Would someone please pour me a drink?”



Diane handed her one, “That was one freaky, fucking workout girl, is there anything else you’d like?”



“Oh yes,” Cherry said wickedly, “There sure is. I want CUNT! I want all of you and I want you all now. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.” Cherry dove into Diane with a fury and enthusiasm she’d never felt before. This lovely model wrapped her shapely legs around Cherry and rode her tongue hard. Cherry sucked, licked and fucked her tight twat with her long tongue. Diane couldn’t wait to cum and when she blew, Cherry was sprayed deliciously, forcefully and sweetly. Diane was a fountain of delicious delight and Cherry loved playing in fountains. Diane’s thighs squeezed Cherry’s head tightly as she felt her entire being flowing onto this luscious stripper’s hot tongue. Cherry was in slurper heaven.



Cherry rolled over and attacked Lori with glee. Not only did this cock slut love pussy, she adored having her own pussy attacked. Her long, puffy clit fit Cherry’s mouth wonderfully and she screamed delightful profanities with each pass of her tongue.



“Oh you delightful slut… my precious delightful slut. Suck my cunt darling. You love the taste of my pussy don’t you? Oh you’re good. God damn, you’re good. Did it turn you on this morning Cherry? Keep sucking my clit slut. Well, did it? Did it turn you on watching his lovely, gorgeous white cock sliding past my hungry chocolate lips? Suck my cunt you glorious bitch! You should have tasted his sweet cream. He came so hard this morning. His cum is wonderful. I can’t get enough. Oh that’s it! Lick right there Cherry. Right there! Oh you’re going to make me cum! What was it like Cherry? Looking into his eyes while he flooded my throat with his hot cum? It turned me on a lot. I hope it got you wet. Oh fuck, you are such a good cunt licker. I came when he came, did you? Oh I’m cumming! I’m cumming baby doll! Suck my black twat! I’m cumming Cherry! Oh fuck I am cumming!!!”



Lori thrashed wildly on Cherry’s lovely face. Her pussy soaked Cherry once again. Her words excited Cherry and as Lori came, so did Cherry. She was right. Watching Mark’s thick, long cock slide between her chocolate lips had excited her amongst other things. Lori’s orgasm faded and Cherry kissed her sweetly.



Cherry drained her drink and pulled Michelle to her. They kissed tenderly. Michelle had, in a matter of a few short days become so important in Cherry’s life. She had become a friend, a confidant and a very special lover. Their hands roamed lightly across their lovely flesh. Each had learned the others sweet spots. Cherry wasn’t going to fuck Michelle; she was going to make love to her. Michelle cooed as Cherry kissed down her neck and between her luscious breasts. Michelle’s nipples stood hard and they received this lovely attention from Cherry. Cherry licked lower to her abdomen, her bellybutton and onto her hips. Michelle inhaled as she felt her hot breath on her swollen, wanton lips. Cherry kissed the top of her thighs and rolled her over onto her stomach. She spread her cheeks and licked her tight, hot asshole. The sound of Michelle’s whimpers was lovely on the ears as Cherry rimmed her lovingly. Michelle rose on her knees and spread her legs displaying her soft pink flesh. Cherry loved every inch of her succulent loins, licking, sucking prodding and poking her. Michelle had learned Cherry’s talents and reveled in her expertise. On her part, Cherry knew what turned this blonde on and she made certain that what she did brought maximum pleasure.



“Oh you know what I like. My daring Cherry, lick my hot pussy darling. You are making me so hot. I love your tongue! Tongue my ass! Damn girl, your tongue is fantastic! Stick your hot tongue up my ass baby! Let me feel you inside me! Oh FUCK, FUCK ME! Oooh, oooh, Yes! YES! Fuck my ass Cherry!”



Cherry played with her ass and slid down and under Michelle to her hot clit. Cherry tugged and pulled her hot lips open and she tasted her delightfully. Michelle felt her tongue graze the hood of her clit and she flinched. Cherry closed her lips over Michelle and her tongue began to stroke her into cascading orgasms. Michelle rode her tongue, rocking on it and bringing additional sequential orgasms. Michelle was becoming addicted to Cherry’s tongue. She rode it hard and wildly. She screamed as she came again and again. Her body spasmed and the river that was Michelle cascaded over her lovely face. Cherry was so turned on by her friend’s massive blasts that she came again herself. She held and kissed Michelle as she calmed.



Cherry looked and saw Aleka sitting on the sofa, legs spread, running her delicate fingers over her delicate pussy. She watched as her finger traced her clit while her other hand beckoned Cherry to her.



Cherry’s mouth watered at the thought of pleasing the woman who had given her the treat of a lifetime. She sat at her feet and looked at one of the finest examples of female form she had ever seen. Each delicate feature led to another and continued over her entire form.



Her pussy was a perfect flower, and Cherry was her honeybee. She ran her hands along her thighs and followed then with sweet wet kisses. The scent of Aleka was divine and hypnotic. Cherry tasted ambrosia as her tongue began to love this lovely lady. Cherry fell headlong into heaven. She partook of the copious nectar Aleka provided. Her tongue betrayed her lust and she caressed and coaxed pleasure beyond description into Aleka’s being. She began to whimper and run her hands through Cherry’s jet black hair. She sighed as she felt her gently suck her stiff, hard clit. Cherry was expert in the art of bringing a woman pleasure.



This woman was special and Cherry wanted to insure her total satisfaction. She toyed with her clit and began to lick her entire pussy. She tongued her tight sleeve and rolled her up to lick her lovely ass. She flattened her tongue and drew it over her hot ass and up onto her pussy again. Aleka levitated off the sofa when her tongue broadly stroked her hot clit. Aleka’s powerful orgasm arrived without warning and shocked her. Cherry coaxed more and more pleasure onto her body and Aleka held on tight. Wave after wave of pure orgasmic bliss hit her like a truck. She was screaming and cumming and holding on for dear life. Cherry never relented and she began to drive more and more earth shattering bliss than Aleka could handle. They were both soaked and yet the orgasms kept arriving. Each harder and longer than the last. Cherry was ecstatic as she felt each amazing blast take her darling Hawaiian lovely’s breath away.



The girls saw the time and rushed to get ready for dinner. As Cherry padded down the hall to the suite she shared with the guys, she smiled. About half way down the hall, she yelled, “YES!” Her smile turned into a very evil grin while her mind planned her after dinner party with her guys.



Dinner was delightful at the waterfront cafe that Michelle had arranged. Lush palms, flower scented breezes and a spectacular sunset precluded a culinary delight. Cherry giggled to herself as she wondered why she was ravenous. She had experienced an Olympic workout already and the main event hadn’t happened yet.



“Remember ladies, tomorrow is the Pro Bowl Banquet and the press will be covering it. We have to be on our best behavior,” Mark said as he smiled sweetly. “For business purposes, Cherry and Michelle will be my dates for the evening. The guys have a football game to play so they have to hit the sheets early.”



“Was that comment directed at moi?” Cherry said with a raised eyebrow.



“Oui,” smirked Mark.



“Party Pooper!”



Everyone roared. Rashad pulled a bag out from under the table. “Now, I know you ladies went shopping today and I bet you bought some amazing things. We got you something to wear at the game.”



He handed Lori, Aleka and Diane each a different teams official jersey. Each lady’s jersey bore the names and number of their date. Rashad handed Diane his jersey with his name on the back and his number 36. He gave Aleka Jamal’s team jersey with his name and number 23 on the back. He handed Lori Chris’ jersey with his name and number 40 on it.



“What about Michelle? Doesn’t she get a jersey?” Cherry inquired.



“No honey, I can’t show any preferential preferences. Business is business,” Michelle replied.



A pregnant pause lofted over the table. Rashad looked at Chris who looked at Jamal and these three jokers cracked right up. They were laughing and high fiving each other but they were the only ones in on the hilarity.



Chris leaned over and poked Cherry in the ribs. “Did you think you were overlooked? Did you think we’d honestly do that…and survive? Come on bro, cough it up.”



Rashad reached into the bag and brought out a strange looking jersey. Her guys played on three different teams so the guys had this special jersey made just for her. She turned it around and saw all three of their names and then she started to laugh uncontrollably. On the back of the jersey, in nice sized letters 36 – 23 – 40. Mark literally lost it. No one had ever seen him laugh that loud.



“I love it. Oh wow, this is so cool. I won’t just be wearing this at the game either,” Cherry smirked.



“Damn, you guys had to pull a few strings to get that done,” Mark said.



“It was worth it Mark, it was worth it,” Jamal was smiling broadly.



“See, there is such a thing as truth in advertising,” Cherry snickered.



“What time is the team meeting tomorrow?” Mark asked Rashad.



“It starts at eleven. Don’t know how long it will last,” he replied. “After that, all we have is the banquet and then the game. What follows is called party time.”



“Good because I’ve made some plans for us next week. I think we’ll all have fun,” Mark informed everyone.



They walked along the street, laughing and people watching. Honestly, they were the ones on display and the women loved it. They turned heads everywhere they went and the sight of the three, very recognizable athletes just added to the stares. Cherry smiled wickedly at the gawkers, she loved the attention.



Back at the hotel, Cherry thanked Mark for the unexpected shopping trip.



“Well, I hope you bought some really nice things. I figured that they would have a great selection because Hawaii is known for beautiful women. What did you get?”



“Um, shoes and more shoes. I also bought something really nice for tomorrow’s banquet. I think you’ll approve. Oh and did I mention shoes? I bought some really hot shorts and tops that were off the stare-o-meter. Oh yes, I got a couple of bikini’s and thongs. Did I mention I got some shoes? They sure do have nice clothes here.”



“Is that all you got? Seriously Cherry, if there are other things, just say so.”



“I’m going to smack your scrawny white ass if you keep that up Mark. I mean it. I am so happy with everything. I don’t know why you are so good to me. I treat you like crap at times and you are always there for me. Thank you so much.”



Mark leaned over and kissed her lightly. “My ass is not scrawny. I’ve got a great ass, I’ll have you know. It’s not as good as yours, granted, but my women seem to like it. So there.” Mark turned, walked into the living room and was greeted by Aleka, Diane and Lori. Cherry watched him walk away. He did have a cute butt.



Jamal walked up behind her and grabbed her tiny waist. “Come dear, the Gods await.”



She burst out laughing as he picked her up and ran down the hall. He stood in the hallway, kicking the door like a five year old having a temper tantrum. Chris opened the door and laughed as Jamal put Cherry in his arms. “Here, you carry her. Da women is gettin heavy.”



He ducked as she tried to smack him but all she saw was the biggest grin imaginable. God, she loved these guys. She kissed Chris and he carried her to her bedroom. “Dessert is on the table guys, cum and get her.”



Rashad and Jamal walked naked into the bedroom, their hard, tight ebony bodies rippling with each breath they took. Cherry lay back and slowly undressed as while watching the fabulous bodies of the men who would ravish her fabulous white face, ass and pussy again tonight. Her lips watered at the thought of how their massive cocks would, in only a few moments, slide between her lips and down her throat. This day had started wonderfully and only got better. Her brief tryst with Kono was exciting and fun. Her afternoon with the girls had been so hot. What Aleka had done to her, hopefully, would allow her this night, to experience a fantasy she had long dreamed of. That thought made her throat itch for cock, their cocks.



Chris had joined in the nakedness surrounding the bed. His tree trunk of a cock slowly began to swell as he watched Cherry fingering her sweet pussy and listening to her soft, sultry voice.



“I am your special cum eating, cocksucking slut, you know that don’t you? I want to feel every millimeter of your delicious hard cocks sliding down my throat. Tonight, I wanted it hard, I wanted it rough and I wanted it brutal. I want you to fuck my face and fuck it hard. Will you do that for me, my darlings? I have such a fucking need for your cocks tonight and I want to try something new later too. Your cocks are getting hard, mmm, I like that. You like watching me finger myself don’t you? See my lovely fingers as they tickle my sweet, hot, pink slit. It turns you all on, doesn’t it? You know your cocks are going to be filling my every hole soon don’t you? Oh, I like that. Ohmigod, all three cocks just twitched in unison. Oh…it’s going to be a good night. Do you know how horny I am? Oh look, my little mirror. It’s going to be an even better night. Are you ready to brutally fuck your sweet darling Cherry’s mouth, cunt and ass tonight my darlings? Are you?”



Cherry quickly bumped up and pulled them onto the bed. Three massive cocks poked deliciously in front of her lips. She was incensed with her craving for these lovely huge cocks. Her hands pulled all three men together into a wall of cock. Her tongue went wild licking their massive heads simultaneously. Cock, that was all she could think of…cock. She held them together and tried to get all three huge heads in her mouth at once. She couldn’t, but she sure tried. She took one, then another, sucking them into her mouth. She got two in and her tongue went positively wild. Their velvet heads on her soft tongue drove her off the cliff and she began to cum. She lavished each delicious cock as if it were her last.

One late Saturday night, I had stopped by an ABS that was way out in the country. I stopped there occasionally, especially, during hot summer nights.



It was an ideal place to hook-up and then go outside: the front of the parking lot was dimly lit; the rear lot was almost completely dark as was one side of the building; trees and bushes surrounded the parking lot; and, and a big sidewalk circled the building. Despite the availability of seclusion outside, hardly anyone ever came here.



It appeared that was to be the case this night. I cruised the place thoroughly, but I didn’t see anyone interesting. I was resigned to leaving when a young, good-looking couple walked in the front door.



The female was about 5’5″. She had brown eyes, long auburn hair, and, despite a pale complexion, a pretty face. She appeared to be slim. I couldn’t tell for sure because she was wearing a black trench coat.



The male was quite tall and lanky. He had light brown hair, a hawkish looking nose, and sharp blue eyes. He wore a corduroy sports jacket, t-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots.



I thought their clothes were rather unusual for this place. They must have been out clubbing and had gotten super horny to drive all the way out here.



They looked at some sex toys, but also observed the handful of customers, including myself. They also went back to the video booths, but came right back. Nothing was going on back there.



The couple went back to looking at the toys. I assumed they were stalling – not quite ready to give up. No, I didn’t know what they were looking for, but if they were here to play, I wanted to be in on that. I decided I would to find out.



I went to a video booth in the back. I stroked my cock as I watched a buxom lass taking it up the ass, while sucking a big one. When my cock was hard, I pulled my shorts over it, left the booth, and slowly walked by the couple on my way to the cashier.



Bingo! I saw the young woman take a sneak peak at the bulge in my shorts.



I told the cashier in a voice loud enough for the couple to here that I needed change for the screening room. (The screening room was bigger than a video booth. It was set-up so that you could watch a full-length XXX movie. It had a 38-inch screen and a few comfortable chairs.)



The cashier gave me change and I headed to the screening room. This time when I walked by the young couple, I looked directly into the woman’s eyes. I gave her an almost imperceptible nod.



When the electronic insert accepted my 10 spot, the door buzzed open, and I stepped inside. I left the door cracked and sat down – with one eye on the door.



Like bees to honey, the couple appeared outside my door. With a hand gesture, I invited them in. The man sat down on a chair. The woman sat down on his lap.



We just looked at each other. Yes, it was awkward for a few moments, until the woman took off her trench coat and began unbuttoning her white blouse.



Then she stood-up and began a seductive strip to a rhythm in her head. When her blouse was completely unbuttoned, she backed up a couple of steps, took it off, and dropped it on the floor. Although I knew that her bare breasts would soon be on display, I couldn’t wait to see them.



As expected, her bra came off next, but first she teased a bit by dropping her bra shoulder straps, then unhooking her bra strap, but leaving it in place.



After dancing a little more, she pulled her bra off with one hand, but left the other hand covering her titties. She threw her bra to her man.



After a few more moments, she grabbed her breasts with both hands and started to shake them. She danced around and pointed her nipples at each of us as she shook them.



Her breasts were firm and full – probably 35C’s. Her aureoles were just larger than silver dollars and her nipples were pink and erect. She watched my eyes as she grabbed a booby and tongued the nipple. Then she reached around to unzip her skirt.



When the zipper was down, she backed away from us again, lowering her skirt past her hips. Still dancing, she let the skirt slide down her legs to the floor before stepping out it. She was now standing in front of me wearing nothing but high heels and a sexy, black thong.



She reached down to her thong, putting her thumbs inside the waistband and started to pull it down, but she stopped just as her landing strip came into view. Then she turned around and tugged it back up, looked back over her shoulder, and stuck out her smooth ass. She slowly worked her thong down her perfectly shaped cheeks, rolling them from side to side with the waistband. Her feet kept moving the whole time.



Her curvature was astonishing – from top to bottom. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more exciting, sensual body. Before I had any other thoughts, she took a step toward me, turned around, slid her feet far apart, and bent as far over as she could to pick up her discarded thong. I swear she winked her little, puckered anus at me. It was a fantastic view. This woman was a real pro and she wasn’t thru, yet.



She began running her fingertips up the insides of her thighs and through her wet slit – several times, before she turned around to face me and erotically lick the pussy juice off her fingers. When she was through, blew me a kiss. She smiled knowingly at my incredulous look.



Feeling self-conscious, I turned away to look at the male, but he was not in his chair. He was slouched against the wall, by my chair, and was slowly stroking his large, semi-erect cock. His heavy balls swung loosely with each stroke.



She walked over and stood by him. As they both watched me, he cupped her left breast with his free hand and rubbed his thumb around her erect nipple. Then he offered me his cock. Without any hesitancy, I got down on my knees. I felt quite feminine, even giving them a shy smile.



I was eager not to rush the moment; I grasped his balls in my right hand and squeezed them gently. His thick cock was hardening rapidly before my eyes, growing with each second that passed. I could see I wasn’t going to be disappointed. I bent forward and took his cockhead into my mouth as I peeled back his foreskin with my lips.



I simply held it in my mouth and savored the feeling of it hardening, before slowly and teasingly, circling my tongue around the tip, which oozed precum. It tasted sweet.



Eventually, he took over and grabbed the back of my head and slowly but forcibly pulled my head down his length. I did not resist and swallowed his cock as he pushed it in, until my mouth was fully stretched and his big cockhead filled my throat.



Soon my head was bobbing up and down his thick cock. I would guess it was almost 8 inches long.



I raised my eyes to look at her as I sucked and deep throated her man’s cock. She had a slight smirk on her face and was looking right back at me. He seemed content to just enjoy the moment.



After a couple of minutes, I heard the door creak. I looked up at the screen and saw from the reflection a young man entering our room. He stood and watched for a few minutes, until he bravely reached around me and began to feel up me up. He ran his hands over mover my chest, squeezing my nipples, before going to my groin. He stopped there to rub my semi-hard cock.



As I continued to suck cock, he pulled my shorts down. To no one’s surprise, I was not wearing underwear. He took immediate advantage of the situation and began caressing my smooth, hairless cheeks.



Since his caresses were superb, I offered more of my ass to him by standing up and bending over with the cock still in mouth. In seconds, I felt a lubed finger wiggle into my anus. I squirmed and clenched his finger with my sphincter. When he inserted a second finger and began moving both of them around my tight anal ring, I felt it really begin to loosen up. He continued with his finger playing as I groaned my approval and began moving my ass up and down in a fucking motion.



This was the invitation he was looking for. He pushed one of my legs with his so that my legs were as wide apart as possible and without further adieu, pushed his hard cock into my wide-open asshole. Lucky for me, his cock was not huge. I could handle it.



She must have turned the man fucking me on, too. He put on quite an ass fucking show, although brief. He continuously pulled his cock out of my ass, until just his cockhead was inside, and then would slam his cock back into me. Each thrust forced the cock in my mouth deep down my throat.



At one point, he pulled out completely and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him motion for the woman to look down at my gaping asshole. After the brief pause, he began slamming his cock back in and all the way out, again. He didn’t last much longer.



Without even asking me, he blasted stream after stream of warm cum up my ass. He came so much that his cum leaked out around his cock and dribbled down my legs. I felt like a real whore, especially, when he immediately pulled out and walked out.



When my ass fuck man left, the woman told her man to suck on her titties. She seemed to be getting inpatient. That appeared to do the trick. When he leaned his head over to suck on her luscious titties, his cock immediately began to swell and he began using my mouth the same way he’d used her pussy.



He began to fuck it with quick, long strokes, until he suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it to his stomach. With my nose mashed against him, I felt his thick cock throb for a second before it began pulsating repeatedly.



The first load blasted against the back of my throat, and was quickly followed-up with volley after volley of ejaculations that filled my mouth to over flowing. He came so hard and so much that my hungry belly felt satisfied.



When he released my head, I gasped for breath and at the same time, I felt something at my rear. I immediately turned my head around to see what was going on and saw the young woman. Apparently, she was no longer bored. She was standing behind me, gazing at my freshly fucked anus. She had decided she was going to fuck my ass, too – with her hand.



She placed several fingers close together, forming a small beak like shape and pushed slowly into my anus, gradually forcing my rectum to stretch open, even wider than before. I tried to rise up when I felt the penetration, but she pushed my back down while guiding it over the back of a chair. I was at her mercy – bent over the back of the chair with my cheeks naturally spread. My anus was exposed and it was defenseless.



The coating of sperm in my ass helped, as she ever so slowly, began to move her fingers in and out of my anus, gradually getting more of her little hand inside me. I grunted and moaned as she twisted her hand in my anal cavity, making her fingers move from side to side.



My groaning only grew louder, as she pushed her hand in further. I squirmed and my sphincter clenched her wrist tightly, but she did not stop. Sweat began to drip from my forehead, as she continued to twist and push.



My head began swimming when she began to concentrate on my prostate. Erotic, lustful thoughts flew through my brain. I relived the sensation of the two men emptying their balls in my mouth and ass. I thought about her small, curvy, naked body and her pink asshole, as she hand fucked me…



Several minutes later, I began to hear her panting loudly. I realized she was tiring – as were my legs, so I desperately began to stroke my hard cock. I wanted to cum before she was exhausted.



The precum steadily flowed as I stroked my cock and unabashedly pushed my ass back on her hand, as she methodically thrusted it into me. In no time, the tell tale orgasmic signs started. My legs began flexing as my prostate began to emit feelings of ecstasy. I saw a blinding, white light in my brain. Then my entire body began to shake, as if a large train was passing by, just inches away.



Then it hit me. An almost animal like cry came rushing out of me as I felt a dual eruption rip through my rectum and balls at the same time.



All I could do was jerk up, rear back, and shoot load after load of cum into the wall – several feet away. The impact of my cum hitting the flimsy wall was – awesome. I turned and looked at her. Now, she was wearing the incredulous facial expression.



My after tremors were unreal. I felt like I was going to pass out. I grabbed the back of the chair and held onto it.



When I finally caught my breath, I saw that the woman she was also now bent a chair back and being fucked. They both were grunting. They both came quickly. Before leaving, they both asked me if I was okay. It would not be the last time I would be asked that question. I assured them I was okay. I just needed to recoup. I sat there by myself, until I felt able to negotiate my way home.



A couple of days and hot baths later, my ass stopped being sore. A day after that, my cock got hard, again.

Revka fussed over Sarah in the bathing room as she prepared her for the party at the Macian embassy. “I know it’s a small private party, not an official affair, but I want you to reflect well on the House of Asher,” she said, smoothing a final bit of lotion onto Sarah’s newly shaved mound. Lady Miriam had ordered Sarah’s body shaved completely. The air currents felt strange against her bare skin. Revka had coaxed Sarah’s naturally wavy dark hair into curls and dyed her lips two shades darker than their normal tone. She showed Sarah the results in a bronze hand mirror. “There, don’t you look delicious?”



Sarah didn’t reply. She was nervous. Her experience at the last party she’d been required to attend had left her sore for five days. Her mind flashed back to the unbearably pleasurable series of orgasms that had been forced out of her, and to the seemingly unending abuse that had followed. Her clit twitched of its own volition.



Revka broke into her thoughts. “I’m sorry, Sarah, but I have to put this on you.” She held up the stimulation belt. Her eyes were sympathetic, because she knew firsthand how frustrating it was to wear.



“It’s alright, Revka. It’s not your fault,” Sarah said.



Revka buckled the belt around Sarah’s waist. “I can’t seal it like Lady Miriam does, but don’t take it off, all right?” she said. “She’ll punish me if you do.” Impersonally, she began to roll the shaft of Sarah’s clit between her fingers and thumb, ensuring that it was hard. Then she fastened the strap that ran front to back between Sarah’s vulva and buttocks. The girl’s straining clitoris poked through a slot in the strap.



When Revka rubbed a drop of ki-on extract on Sarah’s clit, Sarah embarrassed herself by whimpering. Her clit was burning, and it would get more intense before the sensation faded. Worse, wetness was already flowing out of her, enough to soak the strap. She was grateful that Revka ignored her obvious arousal.



Revka helped her dress in a skimpy frock and left her to wait in the front hall. Sarah waited, trying not to think about what indignities she might be subjected to tonight. She squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to quell the burning between her legs.



Lady Miriam arrived in an evening cloak. She fastened a leash to the slave collar on Sarah’s neck and led the girl out to her carriage. Every step slid Sarah’s clit through the slot in the strap. The ride to the embassy was too short for Sarah’s taste. Her cheeks burned with shame as Lady Miriam led her past the footmen on the leash.



They were directed to a small room in the private section of the embassy. Ambassador Delan herself greeted them, wearing an eyecatching black leather bustier and shiny boots. “Lady Miriam, I’m so glad you’re here. And you’ve brought sweet little Sarah.”



Sarah shivered under the woman’s hungry gaze. She recognized her from the party at Asher House. There were several other people in the room. One, the only man, lounged on a couch sipping dark wine. A diminutive blonde woman in a silk dress leaned against one paneled wall. And another slave girl was shackled spreadeagled to a tilt table on the far side of the room.



As Lady Miriam tugged her unwilling slave farther into the room, Sarah’s eyes focused on racks and racks of toys and implements. She swallowed hard. Struggling would not stop these people from doing whatever they wanted to her. But her gut was still screaming at her to run, to fight, to do anything to avoid having those tools used on her soft flesh.



An empty tilt table stood opposite the one with the helpless naked slave. Sarah’s gaze was drawn towards it with sick fascination. When the door thunked closed behind her, she jumped.



Lady Miriam cast aside her cloak and came around behind Sarah. She lifted Sarah’s breasts out over the top of her dress and began kneading her nipples. “Sarah, dear,” she spoke in her slave’s ear. “I’d like you to meet Ruth. Before I bought you, Ruth was my personal slave. I used that hot body of hers for my pleasure. Oh, that girl can scream. When I tired of her, I sold her to my friend Ambassador Delan.”



Ruth looked terrified. Her eyes were wide, and quick breaths jiggled her breasts.



“Now,” Lady Miriam continued, “Ambassador Delan’s tastes are a bit different from my own. We both like to force slave girls. But, while I prefer to make a girl scream and moan with pleasure, she likes to hurt girls to extract the same sounds.” Lady Miriam’s insistent fingers rolled and pulled Sarah’s hardened nipples. Her warm lips brushed Sarah’s ear as she spoke. “It makes her all hard and wet to see a girl in pain. And so we thought of a fun little game.”



Still holding Sarah’s trembling body back against herself, Lady Miriam tugged at the stimulator strap through Sarah’s dress. The girl’s head fell back. “Aren’t you going to ask me what kind of game?” she taunted.



“What–what kind of game, mistress?”



“It’s called tit for tat, and I think you’ll catch on quite quickly.” Lady Miriam tugged on the strap again. “But where are my manners? Before we start, would anyone like to make use of this slut’s mouth?”



“I’d like to give her a try,” the blonde woman said. “Sophie said she ate pussy like she was born for it at your party.”



“By all means, Eva,” Lady Miriam said. She propelled Sarah towards the woman with a shove. Sarah stumbled, her breasts dangling free over the top of her bodice.



Eva sat down on the couch, and Sarah knelt obediently before her. The blonde woman pulled her dress up to reveal a dainty pussy with a small clitoris and neat labia. Sarah didn’t get much of a chance to look, though, because Eva threw her legs over the slave’s shoulders and brutally pulled her mouth down. Sarah sucked and licked frenziedly, trying to satisfy Eva before the woman suffocated her. Drawing the tiny clitoris out of its hood, she swirled her tongue around its head over and over. Sarah’s rhythm faltered slightly when someone began to pluck at the stimulator strap where it met the belt in the back, forcing her swollen clit through the slot. She didn’t have much attention to spare for her own arousal, though, as she licked and struggled for breath. Eva came silently, her whole body rigid as her clit twitched in Sarah’s mouth. She released Sarah’s head and sat back with a sigh. “Mmm. That was nice. Anyone else want a go?”



The tall man with the wineglass shook his head, although he had an erection that was clearly straining against his pants. “I want to be hard enough later,” he explained.



Ambassador Delan chuckled. “Oh, poor Matthew. It’s such an inconvenience being male, isn’t it?” She rubbed her hands together briskly. “Now, I think it’s time we got started here. You.” She pointed at Sarah. “Strip.”



Sarah unlaced her bodice and let her dress fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath it but the stimulator belt. The man, Matthew, came closer to examine it. “You’re so ingenious, Lady Miriam.” He slid two thick fingers along Sarah’s belly, under the belt. She bit her lip. “Look at that clitoris. It’s so swollen it’s purple.”



“Yes,” Lady Miriam said. “In the interests of not letting the slut come too soon, perhaps you’d better take it off her instead of me. She’s far too sensitive to my touch.”



Matthew freed Sarah from the belt, and she stood naked before all of them.



“Restrain your slut, please,” the Ambassador said to Lady Miriam.



Lady Miriam shackled Sarah to the tilt table and pivoted it up until Sarah and Ruth were mirror images: two scared slave girls, strapped down and helpless, staring into each other’s faces.



Lady Miriam took one of Sarah’s swollen nipples into her mouth, sucking and massaging it with her tongue until Sarah writhed against her restraints. Ambassador Delan pinched one of Ruth’s nipples and placed a jagged clamp on it, causing the girl to arch her back in pain.



“I see you understand our game,” Ambassador Delan said to Sarah. “Your mistress said you were a quick study. For however much pleasure you receive, Ruth will suffer the same amount of pain, or as near as we can gauge it. She has a sensitivity-enhancing collar just like you do. Your mistress and I will have to strive to outdo each other. Since Lady Miriam is my guest, I have allowed her to take the lead.”



Lady Miriam stroked the vulnerable flesh of Sarah’s inner thighs tantalizingly, up and down. On the opposite table, Ruth received stinging slaps on the same area. When Sarah’s other nipple was teased, Ruth’s was cruelly clamped.



Sarah hated to see the other girl suffer, but there was nothing she could do about it. Both of them were toys for their mistresses’ depraved pleasures.



When Ambassador Delan picked up a small whip with a few flexible leather strands, Ruth cringed. Lady Miriam spread Sarah’s swollen pussy lips wide and caressed their inner surfaces, avoiding her engorged clitoris. It felt so good; wetness leaked from Sarah’s cunt even as Ambassador Delan snapped the whip against Ruth’s pussy. Lady Miriam’s fingertip flicked the tip of Sarah’s clit, up under the hood. Sarah’s cry mingled with Ruth’s as Ruth’s mistress pitilessly pushed back her clitoral hood and struck her with the whip.



“You might be interested to know that Ruth is a lot like you,” Lady Miriam murmured to Sarah as her fingers circled the opening to the girl’s hungry cunt. Ruth’s cunt was being pulled open by more clamps. “She was sold into slavery to cover her father’s debts. A nice, innocent girl I took pleasure in violating.”



Sarah’s hips were churning involuntarily as her arousal built. “You’d like me to violate you now, wouldn’t you?” A teasing finger dipped into Sarah’s wet channel. Ruth cried out at another lash to her clitoris. “But I think I’ll let Matthew do that this time,” Lady Miriam said.



She stepped back, and Matthew took her place in front of Sarah. He dropped his pants, and his cock sprang free. Sarah’s eyes widened. It was huge and thick, as big as Lady Miriam’s largest toy. He smiled at her surprise as he smoothed pre-come over it. “For every thrust, Ruth over there gets a lash on her clit or her nipples,” he said. “Just think about that while I’m fucking you.” He shoved himself roughly into Sarah, but her body welcomed him.



Sarah’s cunt clasped greedily at Matthew. Over his shoulder, she could see Ruth, thrashing in pain each time Matthew drove home in Sarah. Sarah knew Matthew couldn’t make her come, but the fullness was so satisfying that she was disappointed when his cock abandoned her pussy. She lifted her head in confusion; she knew he hadn’t come yet. Why was he pulling out?



Her attention was pulled away from Matthew by Eva. The small blonde woman pushed three fingers into Sarah. Behind Eva, Ruth squealed in pain. Four fingers. Another cry from Ruth. Eva’s thumb pressed into Sarah’s sloppy hole. Sarah was thrusting back at her, uncontrollably aroused. As Eva’s hand pressed inward, approaching the widening of her knuckles, Sarah saw Matthew position his huge member at Ruth’s anus. Eva pushed hard, stretching Sarah’s cunt wider than it had ever been opened, until her entire hand slid inside. Sarah screamed. She writhed around Eva’s hand like a puppet. Eva’s fingers curling inside her pressed against her g-spot and brushed her cervix.



At the same time, Matthew thrust brutally into Ruth’s unprepared ass, Sarah’s juices his only lubricant. His face contorted as the girl’s muscles contracted in pain, trying to expel him. Ruth’s hoarse screams had her mistress smiling. The girl begged and pleaded for him to withdraw, but he fucked her relentlessly. Her pain was his pleasure as her resistance tightened her around his cock, pulling his orgasm from him.



Sarah, too, was pleading as Eva’s fist fucked her. She met Lady Miriam’s eyes over Eva’s shoulder. “Please, mistress, I have to come so bad it hurts. Please let me come.”



“But if I let you come, poor little Ruth will have to pay the price,” Lady Miriam said. “If I let you come, Ambassador Delan is going to pierce the hood of her clitoris with that needle you see her preparing. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be responsible for causing the girl such terrible pain. Look at her. She could so easily be you.”



Ambassador Delan held up a clamp and a thick, curved needle for Sarah to see. Sarah’s stomach clenched at the thought of how much it would hurt to have her genitals pierced. Inside her, Eva’s fingers wriggled. Sarah was finding it hard to think, but she knew she couldn’t take much more of this.



“You’ve always hated me for using your body for my pleasure,” Lady Miriam said. “Don’t think I can’t see the way you look at me when I take you. You think I’m the bad one and you’re the innocent victim. But you like it.” Just for an instant, her finger pressed the rock-hard tip of Sarah’s clit. Ruth grunted as her own clit was clamped.



“You’re just as bad as I am, because you’re willing to do anything to come. Including hurting this girl.”



Sarah felt tears running down her face, because she knew it was true. She was desperate to come. “Yes, please. Make me come, mistress. Make me–” Lady Miriam was stroking Sarah’s clit in time to the pounding of Eva’s hand inside her cunt, and Sarah was wailing and coming and trying to block out the sounds of Ruth’s agony. Sarah came hard, bruising herself against her restraints and clamping down so firmly on Eva’s fist that it was some time before the woman could remove it. Opposite her, Ruth was sobbing as her mistress threaded a ring through her fresh piercing.



Eventually, both slaves stilled, sagging in their bonds. Lady Miriam wiped the tears from Sarah’s cheeks. “Good girl. That’s my slut.” She gently circled Sarah’s clitoris with her fingers, and the girl was horrified to feel it begin to swell again. “Well, it looks like she might have some more in her,” Lady Miriam said, pleased. “What about yours?”



Ambassador Delan flicked Ruth’s piercing with her finger. Ruth flinched and yelped. “Not catatonic yet.” The Ambassador moved to one of the racks to select new torture implements.



Sarah thrust her clit shamelessly into her mistress’s fingers. Eva removed the clamps on Ruth’s nipples, allowing the circulation to return with a flood of pain. The Ambassador was doing something at the fireplace that Sarah was trying to ignore. Lady Miriam milked Sarah’s clit, and Sarah had no resistance left.



“Please, I need to come,” Sarah begged.



“What, again?” Lady Miriam feigned surprise. “You must be an insatiable slut.”



“Yes, I’m a slut, I’m your slut.” Sarah’s clit was throbbing.



“But, Sarah, think of poor Ruth. If I let you come, her mistress is going to brand her ass with that hot iron.”



Ruth went pale. “Please, Sarah, no. Please don’t let them do this to me.”



The tip of the iron in Ambassador Delan’s hands glowed cherry red. Sarah dangled on the precipice of a crushing orgasm.



“Do it,” Sarah said. “Do it.”



The disgustingly appetizing smell of sizzling flesh filled the room. Ruth mercifully lost consciousness. And Lady Miriam dropped her hand, leaving Sarah in unfulfilled agony.







“That was great fun,” Sarah heard Ambassador Delan say.



“The pleasure’s in the breaking, though,” Lady Miriam replied. “Now that she’s utterly abased herself, the bloom is off the rose. I think it’s time for me to find a new toy.”



“I’ll take her off your hands,” Ambassador Delan said.

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I was walking through the streets of the little Central American town, headed to one of its many markets. Founded by the Spanish over 500 years ago, it’s nestled in a ring of mostly-dormant volcanoes. You can still see the occasional plume of steam and smoke escaping the crest of one or the other of them.



I stepped across the median of the bustling street, cars, motorcycles, buses, mopeds, and other pedestrians crowding together on all sides. The main market was ahead of me, and I looked forward to wanderings its confines. I was washed in a sea of sights, sounds, and smells. There were seemingly endless rows of stalls, hawking endless varieties of goods. Here, (probably) illegally copied movies and CD’s, over there, soccer jerseys, down the way, a variety of shoes, and across from that, used parts for cars and motorcycles. There were people of all descriptions — black, white, red. This is a favorite destination of European visitors, and I can see — and hear — Germans, Brits, French, as well as other nationalities I didn’t readily recognize. There are those of Spanish descent, or Castilianos, as they are known, as well as the darker skinned mestisos, and still-darker native descendants. All in a hodge-podge of colors, textiles, and textures. I smelled chicken grilling in an open-air cookshop, ripe fruit hanging at every turn, diesel and oil fumes, sweet perfumes, roasting coffee grown on the adjoining volcanic hillsides, the pungent odor of unwashed humanity. It was a paradise of old and new — forgotten and yet undiscovered. And did I mention some of the most beautiful women anywhere? THAT was just an added bonus to my travels.



It was Friday, my first day in this town, and toward late afternoon, I begun noticing even more people on the streets and sidewalks, if that were possible. People were getting out of work, and I also noticed a peculiar addition to the burgeoning population of pedestrians. There began to be uniforms everywhere — specifically, girls in uniforms everywhere. Were they schoolgirls? I didn’t think so…they appeared to be in their late teens and early twenties. I was intrigued, and definitely titillated. The majority of the uniforms were a combination of short plaid skirts in the school’s colors, a dark blazer over a white blouse, and to top it off, knee high stockings and heels. Almost invariably, heels. ‘N-i-i-i-i-c-e,’ I thought to myself.



I continued to shop for a while, enjoying the sights and sounds, but then decided to head over toward the Parque Central, the town’s huge public square. The area was over 100 yards on each side, and in the center a gigantic fountain and attendant sculptures spouting water. I stood near the fountain, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. Along one side was a long arcade, people crowding in a long queue to put their paychecks in the bank. I was told this was an every-Friday occurrence. Along another side was a massive palace-like structure, complete with stone pillars, loads of sculpture and ornamentation, and armed guards along its facade. Opposite this was a string of small shops, restaurants, cafe tables, and bars. But what struck me most was the people. It was a people-watching paradise.



I decided to take a seat on one of the many benches, at the opposite end from an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He smiled at me genially and nodded. After a while of drinking in the sights, I decided to strike up a conversation with my neighbor. He introduced himself as Francisco. He said he like to come here in the afternoons while his wife shopped in the markets. The two of us sat and watched, as children played in the fountain, or chased each other playing tag. There were people of all ages; mothers walking with their children, homeless begging for spare change, others returning home from work, or most people, like me, just enjoying the fading light of evening.



“Francisco, what is the reason for the uniforms the girls all wear?” I asked my new friend.



“These are girls from the secretarial and business schools,” he replied. “Beautiful, si?”



“Si,” I nodded emphatically.



As we continued to watch, a pair of these girls approached from our right, on one of the pathways traversing the park. One was tall, approaching six feet, with long, slender legs, and the lighter hair characteristic of the Castilianos. Over her shoulder, she had slung a bright pink Hello Kitty backpack. She had a natural beauty, and appeared only to wear a little eye makeup and lipstick. Her companion, dressed identically, was maybe a foot shorter, slightly darker complexion, and noticeably stockier, although still very attractive. She appeared more thick-waisted, with more athletic, muscular legs than her tall friend. All in all, a very sexy pair. I received nothing more than a quick glance from both girls as they made their way in front of us, and off to our left.



About 10 minutes later, as Francisco and I were talking about the history of the town, the same two girls — I saw the backpack — walked toward us again. This time, they eyeballed me a little longer, so I nodded. At this, the two girls leaned in to each other giggling as they walked past. Francisco rattled off something unintelligible to the pair, and the tall one glanced over her shoulder, sticking out her tongue at Francisco, and then gave him the sweetest, most devilish grin I’ve ever seen as they continued on away from us.



“My Spanish is not bad, but I didn’t understand what you said to her.” He had spoken rapidly, in a kind of slang.



“I told the girls to come back and enjoy the company of my friend,” he said. At this, I blushed, and told him I appreciated him looking out for me. “It is still early — there is still hope for you, my friend. Well, it is 6:00, and I must go and find my wife. Enjoy the rest of your time here,” Francisco told me as he stood up to go. I rose and shook his hand, and we said our goodbyes.



I wandered the square somewhat aimlessly, coming to the idea of enjoying a beer at one of the cafes. Just as I started to head toward one called La Abondanza, I heard a voice from behind me.



“Buenos tardes,” said a sweet voice. I thought maybe it was one of the many people wandering the square, selling jewelry or weavings to tourists. To my surprise, as I turned around, I saw the two girls Francisco had tried to entice earlier. I stopped in my tracks, trying to believe whether my look could really be this good.



“Buenos tardes,” I returned in my best Spanish. “Me llamo Estefan. Mucho gusto.”



The two introduced themselves as Esperanza (the taller one), and Mariadela (the shorter one). After a minute or so of agonizing awkwardness in all parties involved, I suggested getting a few beers at the cafe where I had been headed. The girls said they knew a better one, where it would be a little less crowded. I agreed, and we set off across the park. At first, I decided I needed to keep on my guard. Not knowing the area, I didn’t want to be taken in by a possible scam or get set up to be mugged by an acquaintance of the girls. Luckily, we didn’t walk very far, and ducked into the coolness of a small restaurant on one of the side streets just off the square. I relaxed a little, feeling like I didn’t have to worry as much now. I still wouldn’t drink too much, just in case.



We three sat at a tiny table in a back corner of the establishment, the two girls flanking me on either side. As I asked the two what they wanted to drink, they each flashed me the sweetest smiles. I was hoping it was going to be a good night. We ordered three beers, which the little elderly waitress brought back momentarily.



After an hour or so of questions about each other’s lives, boyfriends, girlfriends, or luckily the lack thereof, how I was enjoying my touring, and just general harmless chit-chat, the two got up to go to the bathroom. When they returned, Mariadela asked me how long I would be in town. I told them I was to leave tomorrow afternoon, and they both said that was too bad, that they would like to have shown me around. For a moment, the girls put their heads together and then returned their attention to me. In a flurry of Spanish, Esperanza spoke to the woman behind the counter, and in five minutes’ time, two bags of food and two bottles of wine arrived at our table. At first I was uncomprehending, but when Mariadela stood up and took my hand, I realized we were getting our dinner to go. Better and better.



It was only a short walk up the street to the girls’ apartment. Since it was still early, there were plenty of people on the streets. We passed the bolted doors of shops that had closed up for the night, and now there were the sounds of the night in a bustling town. People out enjoying themselves, lively music coming from a number of restaurants and clubs. The cobblestone street was a narrow affair, tiny sidewalks on each side, the ironwork grilles of windows punctuating the walls of the buildings we passed. It was a decidedly picturesque place. I was definitely coming back to visit again.



We arrived at an oaken door studded with brass nails. The house’s walls, right at the edge of the sidewalk, were a coral-colored plaster, and a window grille looked out on the entrance. Mariadela took out her keys and unlocked the entry door, while Esperanza ushered me inside. It took my eyes some time to adjust to the dim light of the single lamp that sat on a small table in the corner. The apartment was cozy, a tiny little living space with whitewashed walls that was virtually stuffed with two oversized sofas and a low coffee table. The few antique photos and prints hanging on the walls gave the place a definite Old World feel.



I dumped the two bags of food onto the coffee table and sat on a sofa, while Esperanza put on some music. I recognized the same type of dance music that I had heard coming from one of the clubs we had passed earlier. After this, Esperanza came over to where I sat and kicked off her shoes. In a moment of cruel teasing, she put her left foot on the sofa and slowly, ever so slowly, unrolled her white stocking to take it off. Without even trying, I got a glimpse of silky white panties beneath her dark skirt. She caught me looking and flashed me a wicked grin. She then switched feet and repeated the entire agonizing process right in front of me.



Taking her cue from the taller girl, Mariadela did a mock strip-tease, spinning and undulating in time to the music as she removed her blazer. She looked deep into my eyes and began unbuttoning the top of her blouse. First, one, then another, then another button…and stopped. I realized then what a tantalizing display of cleavage she was putting on. The tops of her lacy black bra cups just peeked over the edges of her partially opened shirt.



Now that both girls were comfortable, they flopped down onto the floor, heedless of their short skirts, and started digging through the food to pass it around. I slid off the couch and deposited myself on the floor between the two of them. I realized I hadn’t eaten for hours, and the food was delicious. A semi-spicy mixture of meats and tortillas, tamales, and good red wine. Bookended by the two beautiful sirens, I was in heaven!



We all laughed as the two told me stories about things that happened at their school, or some of their adventures on weekends when they weren’t in school. Everyone was having a good time, loosened up from the wine, but not to the point of drunkenness. At one point, Mariadela jumped up and yelled, “I love this song!” She began undulating to the music, her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of moving in rhythm. Esperanza stood up to join her, and I got a “floor’s-eye view” of the two friends locked in a steamy embrace, each holding the other close, arms encircling waists. Occasionally there was a kiss on the lips, or a stroked cheek. It was obvious the girls adored each other. As the music heated up further, Mariadela moved one of her thighs so it was between the legs of Esperanza and they danced in a style similar to Meringue. Their sexy hips gyrated back and forth as they continued to hold each other tight. I felt myself getting incredibly turned on by this candid display of intimacy. The two kissed again, and I saw one of Mariadela’s hands slip between the two of their bodies, rubbing the both of them from the outside. Esperanza let out a gasp as she enjoyed the feel of her friend’s hand on her clothed pussy. In a frenzy, the two kissed eagerly one last time, and then collapsed on the floor next to me in a tangle of legs, laughing and exhausted from the dancing.



We talked for what seemed like hours — I couldn’t remembering having so much fun in a long time. It was somewhat of a surprise when Mariadela asked me what hotel I was staying at. I told her the San Lucas. As if on command, Esperanza stood up, saying it was getting late, and it was probably time to go to bed. The statement hit me like a ton of bricks, and I went instantly from being on top of the world, to being absolutely depressed. I was NOT looking forward to returning to my tiny hotel room alone to jerk myself off. Been there, done that. I stood up slowly, starting to say my good-byes to the two girls, when Mariadela giggled and said something in rapid-fire Spanish to Esperanza.



“Silly man! I meant you are to come to bed with us!” Esperanza told me, laughing. Holy shit! I couldn’t believe my luck.



Mariadela grabbed my hand and led me down a short hallway to a small room with a huge antique-looking bed at one wall. The headboard was ornately carved wood, dark with age, and must have been at least 8 feet wide. As I looked around the room, she explained that they shared a bed, since they needed to save money, and a one-bedroom apartment is much cheaper. From behind me, Esperanza chimed in that over time they had become lovers, and that they shared virtually everything. I think my cock stood at full attention at this last thought. As I stood contemplating this, the tall beauty spun me toward her and leaned in for a kiss.



The two of them lighted a series of oil lamps — it’s cheaper than electricity, one of them explained, and the room was thrown into a warm, golden glow. As Esperanza went back down the hall to turn out the living room light, Mariadela reached down and pulled the hem of my shirt over my head. She purred in delight as her soft hands caressed my chest and shoulders. I heard the music grow louder as Esperanza carried one of the speakers into the hallway. A second later, I felt her behind me, her breath on my skin as she planted tiny whispers of kisses on my back. Her strong, supple arms encircled my waist, and I felt her fingers working to undo the button of my pants. Mariadela leaned closer to give her a hand, and soon my pants and underwear slid to the floor. I continued kissing first one girl, then the other. After a while I told the girls I had really enjoyed watching them kiss each other earlier.



“Anything you wish,” said Mariadela. And with that, she wrapped her hand in Esperanza’s thick mane of dirty blonde hair, pulling her head down for a long, slow kiss. They were locked in a sensual embrace, lips pressed together, mouths open, tongues intertwined. Hands roved each other’s bodies, exploring, teasing. Esperanza leaned down even further as she continued to kiss her lover, running a hand up under Mariadela’s skirt, and stroking her sopping pussy. Mariadela’s breath hissed inward, and she exhaled a sigh of delight. Esperanza pulled the shorter girl’s panties to the side, running a finger up an down the wet slit. Mariadela spread her legs wider as she stood soaking her friend’s finger. Another gasp of pleasure issued from her mouth as first one, and then a second finger, disappeared deep inside the girl’s aching pussy. Esperanza was fingering her good now.



At last releasing her hold on Mariadela, Esperanza brought her hands up to the front of her friend’s blouse, undoing the remaining buttons. The garment slid off her shoulders. Next came the skirt and panties. Soon I was taking in the gorgeous sight of Mariadela’s body. She was thick hipped, lovely athletic thighs (she had told me she was a soccer player) met just below a pussy with one small tuft of dark hair, and a pair of grapefruit-sized breasts sat high on her chest. Luscious, huge nipples shone proud. I moved to take one into my mouth, and felt her hand wrap around my now-rigid cock. As I ministered to the shorter girl’s breasts, Esperanza finished undressing herself, and joined me in pleasuring her.



Esperanza knelt down between the two of us, first licking her roommate’s pussy, then taking the head of my cock in her mouth. Mariadela’s head was thrown back, a constant stream of moans and obscenities streaming from somewhere deep inside her, as her lover continued to stimulate every inch of her dripping cunt with tongue and fingers. I kissed from her ear, to her exposed throat, down to the tops of her breasts, using my tongue to circle her diamond-hard nipples. Esperanza’s tongue was working magic on my cock, swiping up and down the shaft, flitting underneath to my balls, and then playing with the head. Before long, she stood up and pushed me toward the bed, where I fell onto the edge and slid myself up toward the head.



“I want to ride that pretty cock,” Esperanza practically growled. With that, she moved up to straddle me, teasing my cock mercilessly. She knelt on one knee, with the sweet mouth of her pussy just millimeters away from sucking me into her. There was that ever-present wicked grin — she knew damned well how to drive me insane. Her hips lowered a fraction, so that just the tip of my cock pushed her outer pussy lips aside. I tried to move my hips up in response, but she had apparently anticipated my move; shaking her head teasingly, she moved back up, so I was left high and dry. She grabbed both my hands, putting them on her luscious, small breasts, and this time, sank ever so slowly down onto the shaft of my cock in one long, deliciously slow movement. She was now impaled down to the balls on me. A long, low moan of satisfaction was all she could let out. As she adjusted to her pussy being filled up, she leaned forward to kiss me deeply, and I circled my arms around her, holding her tight to me. I didn’t want her to get away to tease me again.



Now that she had perfect access, Mariadela situated herself between my legs, behind Esperanza, and stroked her hands down her roommate’s back. She massaged the other girl lovingly, stroking and caressing, kneading the supple flesh, until her hands wandered down to spread the cheeks of Esperanza’s tight ass apart. With my head propped on two pillows, I was treated to the sexy sight of Mariadela burying her tongue in the tight little asshole of her lover. It was driving Esperanza crazy, and she wriggled her hips in appreciation as she soaked my cock with her juices. I felt the occasional lash of Mariadela’s tongue on my balls as she flicked it up and down the entire slit of the pussy laid out in front of her. I decided I wanted to feel Esperanza grind on me, so I let her up from my crushing embrace, and she sat straight up on my rod. Mariadela knelt behind Esperanza hugging her from behind, teasing her nipples and squeezing her huge breasts. Esperanza, her long, lean legs astride me, was soon writhing in the throes of her first full-on orgasm. Her shuddering and quaking seemed to go on forever, and I felt the inner walls of her cunt spasming and gripping my cock, threatening to push me over the edge.



“I want to feel you explode inside me,” Esperanza said, as if she could read my mind and feel my impending orgasm. “I’m quite sure a young caballero like you can be persuaded to cum more than once tonight for us.”

She hit the red button on her stopwatch and slowed to a trot, noting with pride that she had cut her time down by a good ten seconds this morning. Approaching the front door, she wiped sweat from her face and keyed in the security code. Once inside, she flicked on the main lights on the way into the kitchen, where she turned on the oven and hot water before going into the stockroom. Overheating now that she was out of the wind, she rushed to change into her work clothes. She impatiently kicked off her trainers and pulled her jeans and work shirt down off a shelf. As she was peeling her spandex running shorts away from her sweaty thighs, she thought she heard a noise from the main room. Pausing to listen for moment, she heard nothing further and continued undressing, yanking her sports bra over her head when she heard the unmistakable sound of the kitchen door opening. She froze, puzzled, in her underwear, with her arms over her head, still wrapped in the bra.



“Hello?” she called out, unsure who else could be here so early.



“G’morning” a male voice replied cheerfully, and startlingly close at hand. “Who’s that?”



Feeling panicky, she stuttered, “Um, its just me, but um…” To her horror, the stock room door swung inwards, to frame a familiar tall and slender figure.



“Ken. Erm. You’re kind of, uh, early.” She tried to lower her arms to cover herself, but only became tangled in her own bra as it caught around her forearms.



He gawped at her for a moment, clearly shocked to see her standing there sweaty and semi-nude. His eyes slithered from her reddening face to her bare breasts and toned stomach, down to her boy-short style underwear, and the spandex running shorts still crumpled at her feet. A smile quirked the corners of his mouth and she suddenly found herself wishing she had not been quite so flirtatious with him on previous occasions.



“Did you run to work?” he asked nonchalantly, as his gaze came back up to rest on her tits, still slick and glistening. She became painfully aware of the fact that her nipples were rock-hard.



“Um. Do you mind?”.



“No, I don’t, in fact…” He laughed and took a step into the small stockroom, towards her. She began frantically trying to disentangle herself from the sports bra.



“Let me help you with that.” he said softly, as he took another step forward and grabbed the bra in his right hand, twisting it quickly so that it wrapped around her wrists, drawing them together. One final step closer and he was standing directly in front of her, holding her arms above her head. Rage erupted in her.



“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Bringing her leg up quickly, she kicked at the side of his knee. He sidestepped smartly, and shoved her backwards into the wall. Keeping her arms pinned up with the one hand, he brought his left hand to her face, taking her jaw in his hand. He leaned down to bring his face close to hers.



“Relax. This is going to be fun.” He leered at her, giving her another look up and down. She’d never seen the way he had watched her at work, especially when she bent over, her pert ass held high and straining against the seat of her jeans. They had flirted occasionally during shifts, but he never imagined he would get a chance at her.



“Fuck you.” she snarled, realizing what he had in mind. He laughed again, tightening his grip on her jaw.



“There’s no one about to hear you, so scream all you want.”



He reached down to pick her running shorts up off the floor while maintaining a firm grip on her wrists. Working quickly, he spun her around and used the shorts to tie her arms securely together behind her back. She struggled, but despite his slender build, he was at least a head taller than her and considerably strong. After a few playful slaps on her ass, he yanked her underwear down around her ankles. He made a small grunt of appreciation at the sight of her bare ass before turning her back around so that she was facing him. His eyes flicked down to her crotch.



“Very nice, I see you’ve shaved for me.”



She glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. With her arms immobilized behind her, she was forced to arch her back in order to maintain her balance. He began running his hands over her torso, groping her small, high breasts, squeezing her nipples, stroking her waist and outer thighs.



“Hmmmmmm. I didn’t realize you had such a tight body. I would have tried harder to get into your pants before.”



She continued to glare at him, even as he moved in closer to her, pressing his body against her. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly through his clothing. He ran his hands through her short hair, letting his long fingers trail over her throat before wrapping his them around her neck in a strong grip. Leaning down, he murmured into her ear, “That little pussy is mine now and I’m gonna fuck you ’till you cry.” Despite herself, she shivered.



His grip tightened on her throat as his other hand slid down her waist, grazing her hip as it sought the warm space between her thighs. Rubbing his fingers on her outer lips, he began biting at her earlobe. She was already starting to feel light headed from the restricted blood supply to her brain. Pinching at her swelling labia, he released her throat only to grab at her hair, yanking her head back and pushed her downwards, causing her to fall onto her knees. With her wrists bound behind her, she would have fallen forward but for his body in front of her.



He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to fall around his ankles. His cock was already pressing against the front of his boxers, making a small wet spot of precum. She looked up just as he took it out, her horror stricken face exciting him further. He saw her try to suppress her reaction as she looked along the impressive length and width of his cock.



“Yeah, that’s all gonna go in you.” She turned away, not wanting him to see her shame or fear.



“Look at me.”



She continued to look down, so he reached for her, turning her face towards him against her will. Still, she kept her eyes down, not meeting his gaze.



“I said fucking look at me!”



He struck her, open-handed across the jaw, in one quick, sudden motion. She could taste blood but defiantly continued to avoid his stare. Grabbing her face harshly, he let his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her cheek as he bent over her so that when he spoke she felt his breath hot on her face.



“Don’t make me tell you again. Look at me.”



She looked up into his dark blue-grey eyes and he smiled wickedly. “Good girl. Now why don’t you open your mouth and suck on my cock?” Knowing it was pointless to refuse at this point, she reluctantly parted her lips as he stood back up and pushed his huge member past her lips, into her mouth. Holding the back of her head in place, he started thrusting against her throat making her gag almost immediately. He chuckled to himself as he gave her a moment to recover before resuming roughly fucking her face. Most women had a difficult time deep-throating his uncommonly large shaft, even in voluntary circumstances. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he forced himself deeper, and saliva ran down her chin. Finally, he withdrew, leaving a long string of thick spit between her mouth and the head. He used his fingers to break the string and wipe the spit off her face, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her upright, using the hand on her face to press her back against the wall. Her legs shook as he let go of her hair and licked his index and middle finger lasciviously. Stroking the inside of her thigh with incongruent delicacy, he brought his face level with hers, clutching her face even tighter.



“Let me see your beautiful brown eyes.” As he whispered the words, he forced two fingers up into her pussy without warning. Unprepared for the violation, she shuddered and flinched away from him involuntarily. Using the two fingers inside of her, he pulled her back towards him with a sudden jerk. She felt an unpleasant tearing sensation at the opening of her vagina, and whimpered quietly. Slowly, she dragged her gaze up to meet his, her eyes sharp with anger and pain.



“Mmmmm, that’s nice and tight,” he purred, looking into her eyes. Pink splotches had blossomed where his fingertips had dug into her jaw.



“Keep looking at me.” He stared at her intently as he worked his fingers even deeper into her cunt, until his knuckles were pressed against the entrance. His free hand traced the curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, and trailed down to her breasts. He pulled each nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh until it hardened under his touch. His hand continued down to her belly, nails caressing the line of hard muscles there, before moving towards her hips. While his left hand worked at her pussy, his right groped at her thighs, feeling the soft flesh overlying muscle, then reaching around to squeeze her sizeable bottom.



He was crouched down now in front of her, focused on the sensation of her ass cheeks under his hand, and pushing in and out of her tight hole with his fingers. He noticed she was becoming wet now, and wondered if she was starting to enjoy his attentions after all. Standing up again, he withdrew his fingers from her with an audible squelch, and brought his hand up in front of her face.



“Look what a little slut you are.” He moved his fingers apart to demonstrate the glistening strings of moisture that drew out between them.



“I think you liked it.” he declared, grinning wickedly, while bringing his fingers up to her mouth.



“Clean me off.” She turned her head away from him. His smile faded as he grabbed her hair with the other hand and delivered a sharp smack to the side of her face with his still-wet hand. A smudge of pussy juice smeared on her face where he had hit her.



This time, when he put his fingers to her mouth, she complied, opening her mouth and sucking on his fingers even as he pushed them down towards her throat, making her gag again. He began feeding her more fingers, until she was sucking on all four fingers, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his large hand. He stroked the side of her face with his thumb as she sucked at his fingers. His cock was getting even harder, feeling the wet suction of her tongue against his flesh. Withdrawing his saliva soaked hand from her mouth, he patted her on the face, smearing her with her own spit. She gave him a look of disgust, and his cock twitched eagerly in response.



Crouching down again, he began to push the sloppy quartet of fingers into her. Despite her small frame, she was able to resist him somewhat, the strong inner muscles pressing together to exclude his hand. He had to start back with the first two fingers to get her tiny pussy opened up again before cramming the third finger in. Once he was sliding those three in and out of her relative ease, he began working his pinky in. Judging by her restrained grunts, she was not having an easy time taking all four fingers.



Looking up at her pain stricken face, he smiled and said “Don’t cry baby, you haven’t even gotten my dick yet.”



He alternated between watching her face contort in agony and looking at the way her pussy pulled back taut across his fingers each time he slowly withdrew them from her snatch. When his four fingers were all the way inside of her, he would pause to rub circles on her clit with his thumb, enjoying her futile attempts to move away from his touch. Despite her obvious pain, she was soaking his hand with her fluids. Meanwhile, his cock was aching, needing to be inside her tight hole. Watching her lithe, lean body writhing on his hand, he knew he was going to have to take it easy or he would come all too quickly once he had her around his shaft. He began to stroke himself in anticipation, and therefore was caught completely unaware when she kneed him in the face.



His hands flew up to his nose automatically, and he felt his own hot blood spurt across his palms. Pain and anger erupted in a starry flash behind his eyes. In that brief moment she bolted for the door. Running was awkward with her hands tied behind her back, but she knew she would have only one chance to make a break for it. She didn’t look back but heard him swear in agony and rage somewhere behind her. It was only when she reached the front door that she realized she would have to turn around in an awkward manoeuvre in order to open the inwardly opening door.



Just as this was dawning on her, she felt his weight crash into her from behind. Without her hands to steady herself, she lost her balance, and collapsed face down onto the floor with him on top of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled back hard, forcing her back into a painful arch. Bringing his arm around her throat so that the inside of his elbow held her neck, he began to squeeze, and she felt both her blood and air supply diminish.



“Your cunt is mine now, I’m going to ruin you, going to leave you a tattered, shredded piece of meat that even dogs wouldn’t touch. And after I destroy your little pussy, I’m gonna fuck your asshole inside out.” he growled into her ear.



Her consciousness began to ebb. Suddenly, he released his hold on her and she gasped for breath, nearly choking in her attempt to breathe. Still on top of her, he yanked his boxers down and she felt his cock probing for an opening between her legs. Her still-wet snatch deflected his first few thrusts until he became frustrated. Letting go of her hair, he spread the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but despite her strength, he pulled her hips upward until her pussy was exposed. With no preamble, he rammed his cock into her. She was even tighter than he had expected, especially considering all the fingering he had done. He had to rock back and forth to squeeze the very last inch or so of his cock into her hot, slick hole.



Her suppressed whimpers of agony pleased him, but he wanted to hear her cry out in earnest.



“Is that big enough for you darling?”



She went even quieter, not a single sniffle or whimper escaping.



“I’ll take that as a yes.”



He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her up onto her knees, then pulled on her wrists where they where tied together. Yanking back her arms, he positioned her on his dick so that she was pressed all the way down onto it by her own weight. As he began plowing roughly into her, he jerked her arms towards him with each upward thrust of his hips, so that she was forced onto his shaft even as he drove up into her.



She immediately began to cry out, short, sharp, wordless barks of pain. He pulled at her ass cheeks with his spare hand, to watch his cock spearing her viciously, and was pleased to see a faint smear of red along the broad shaft. He pushed her body forward, releasing her arms and pressing her face down into the floor. Holding her ass apart to better look, he slowly withdrew his cock, watching the way her flesh clung tightly to it. Her pussy was stretched to capacity, taut skin dragging back with each outward stroke, and caving in as he thrust back in. When only the head of his penis was still inside her, he probed at the opening with his fingers until he found a small tear. Slipping his first finger in her against the tear, he pulled at the fragile skin until she whimpered against the tiles.



“I told you I was going to ruin you.” he said with a tone of satisfaction. He began rubbing the broken skin with the head of his cock, pressing roughly against it.



“Does that hurt?” Not waiting for a response, he continued, “’cause that’s where I ripped you apart.”



She tried to scoot away from him, but he grabbed her hips and plunged all the way back into her swollen hole. He used one hand to press down on her back, and the other to pull her hips up at a stimulating angle as he tore into her over and over.



Watching her plump, round ass bouncing against his hips gave him an idea. Her pink little asshole was already exposed to him, seeming to beg for his attention between those sweetly rippling mounds of flesh. Pausing to spit into her crack, he resumed abusing her pussy as he began to rub the saliva into her asshole with his broad thumb. Circling her puckered asshole, he started to apply slight pressure.



“No, no, no… please…” Her voice wavered as she cried out.



He stopped with his cock pressed against her cervix and leaned across her back to whisper into her ear.



“I told you I was going to ruin every hole and I meant it.”



Still leaning over her, he began to grind his hips in a circular motion, churning his cock inside her in a new way. So close to her, he could hear the small noises she made in her throat, a raw whining of agony.



“That’s my fuck hole now, my tight little pussy. Well, not so tight anymore.” He laughed softly in her ear, sending goosebumps down her neck and side.



He pressed harder with his thumb against her sphincter, making tighter and tighter circles. She began struggling in earnest now, but it only seemed to incense him further. She didn’t realize that in her fear, she was squeezing down ever tighter around his cock,



He sat back up and slid his thumb straight into her asshole, making her groan low. Pushing in to the first knuckle, he could feel his cock on the other side of the thin membrane of flesh separating her vaginal canal and asshole. He began popping his thumb in and out of her ass, loving the way the little pucker would stay open for a split second, before closing tightly again. Each time he stuffed his thumb in a little deeper. She was definitely beginning to sob now, small animal noises against the floor. His cock throbbed at the little shudders that ran through her body as he buried his thumb all the way inside her. He used his thumb to pull her hips higher in the air. She squealed in protest as he worked her pussy even more violently. Her slit squeezed down on him as he pushed her down into the floor with his free hand. Her delicate breasts were squashed against the tiles, her ribcage heaving with her stifled crying.



He began rocking his thumb into increasingly large circles, trying to stretch her asshole out. Removing his thumb, he spat into her crack again before starting to work two fingers into her. As he tore into her reddened cunt, he pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, watching the gape widen each time. Despite her whimpering, she was coating his dick in a layer of slickness, allowing him to continue to ravage her despite the incompatibility in size. Finally, he withdrew his dick, enjoying the way the flesh at the opening clung to his dick as he pulled out. Her vagina was red and the lips were swollen. Unable to resist, he slapped the engorged labia until she screamed.



Still two fingers deep in her ass, he leaned over to whisper into her ear.



“Ready to get your ass plowed?”



She shook her head and moaned against the floor. He didn’t say anything, but merely began working a third finger into her straining sphincter. With his other hand, he found her mouth, and probed it with his fingers until she began obediently sucking on them.



With both hands warm and wet inside two of her holes, his cock became impatient. As he pulled his fingers out her asshole, he pressed the thick head of his phallus to the open hole. Her rosebud tried to close, but found his cock was in the way. He felt her try to scream against his fingers, and he responded by clamping them firmly over her mouth. He guided his dick into her asshole, getting only the first few inches in at first. He made small strokes in and out, again revelling in the way her tight hole wrapped around his huge dick. With each thrust inward he pushed deeper, ignoring her increasingly pathetic screams behind his hand. His immense cock was only about three quarters of the way buried in her, and he could see the tears running down her face.

It all started at, of course, a wedding. A cousin from a family my family didn’t talk to often was getting married and my family and I were invited. It turned out that the couple had run out of people to ask regarding saying one of the prayers during the ceremony so they asked me. Having a history of singing and saying prayers on my own in church, I accepted without a second thought but they were still one short so they begged the groom’s (my cousin) sister (other cousin) to do the other reading and, as an added incentive so that it would not be so bad for her, and because I had done it before, I was given the bigger of the two and told to go first.



Before I go any farther, a note on my family and me. My name is Colm. I am twenty two years old. I am slightly chubby but, because I am six foot, three, it looks, not natural, but manageable. I have dark brown hair with, my favourite part of an, in my opinion, gruesome visage, a goatee. I also have, second favourite part, bright blue eyes which, I am told, are full of warmth, like a tropical sea. It was probably my mom who told me that.



And now for my family. It is the most boring family in the world. Everyone has a higher-lower class job and the most interesting thing that anyone in my family has ever achieved would be my great-grandfather’s winning half-a-dozen medals during WW2. Saying that, nobody in my family goes hungry and I am currently going to college. We are an upstanding family and none of my family has ever gone to jail or, short of illegally downloading, done anything unlawful or unethical in our entire history. This knowledge did not help the least bit on that day.



My parents, two sisters and I arrived at the church with five minutes to spare, were greeted at the door by the groom and his best man and were told to sit at the top to make it easier for me to get up to read. While we walked I kept an eye out for Jennifer, my cousin, and was relieved to spot her chatting with an aunt. She looked slightly nervous but not as though she would run or faint. Satisfied that I would not be on my own, I continued to the top of the church with my parents and took my seat.



While we waited an attractive young woman walked past our pew wearing a tight gold top with a tightly laced back, which I could just see through the sheet of shimmering brown hair which fell in a beautiful wave to the small of her back, and a matching skirt which stopped just above the knees, giving a fantastic view of two long, shapely and caressable legs. Being a horny bastard, I could not help but watch her swaying hips, gorgeous pert ass and thin waist but it was her legs which kept catching my attention, which surprised me. Usually it is the ass or the breasts (most often the breasts) which keep me staring. Legs are a mode of transportation without which wheelchair sales would skyrocket but her legs were so beautiful that I seriously considered walking up to her, kneeling in front of her and, church or not, licking those luscious legs from her ankle to the bottom of her pussy and back again. Thankfully she sat down in the front row and the marching song for the bride started playing so I did not have time to cum in my suit.



The start of the ceremony went off without a hitch and it was soon time for my reading.



“And now,” said the priest, “I would like to call Jennifer and Colm forward to do the readings.”



I stood up solemnly and, hands clasped in front, walked to the altar. When I reached the altar I was so happy that I had my hands in front that I would have thrown all of my money into a charity box if there was one nearby which, because of the wedding, there wasn’t.



Waiting at the altar for me to come alongside was my cousin, the woman in gold. I had another brief glimpse of those perfect legs and gorgeous ass, enough to get me hard, in a church, in front of my family, when I drew alongside and we continued up the steps together.



In an instant which felt like an eternity Jenn glanced over at me and I looked back. She flashed me a brief smile, which I reciprocated, then turned round. I kept watching her for a half of a heartbeat. She had grown since I last saw her. She’d been thirteen when I saw her last but now she was an eighteen year old beauty. The face was the same, slightly angular, cute button nose, deep brown eyes, beautiful smile with even white teeth, but she was roughly five foot, five; a foot above what she was. Also, I don’t think she had breasts before but she certainly had them then. Looking down her slightly open top, I had a fair view of the perky, firm, well-rounded handfuls which reminded me why I prefer tits to asses, though not why I preferred her legs to her tits.



We got to the altar before I could catch my breath but, somehow, I managed to say the prayer without a hitch, while my cousin was standing behind me, outside of my line of view. When I was finished, Jennifer and I swapped positions and the piano and singer started up. I had nothing to do for the five minutes while the song was playing and my cousin was talking but stare at her legs and ass, getting harder and harder. The microphone was situated at the back of the pedestal and Jennifer had to lean forward slightly to reach it. She was in a perfect position for me to walk up to her and grab a handful of that gorgeous ass, perhaps reaching a hand around her waist and fondling a boob at the same time…



Kissing her neck…



Using the hand that grabs her ass to pull her skirt up…



Moving the other hand down her stomach…



Two fingers up her wet pussy…



It was at this point that I immediately did three things. 1. I started staring at the ceiling, 2. I started reciting the hymn that was just on and 3. I grabbed hold of my cock, both to stop everyone else seeing my raging boner and to stop myself from grabbing her ass and starting those events which would inevitably culminate in me raping my younger cousin on top of the altar.



I was so caught up in not giving in to my lustful thoughts that I only realised that Jenn had stopped reading when the singer started off again and she was already three steps down from the altar. I kept staring dead ahead all the way down the steps, determined not to look down but Jennifer’s ass gave me one last parting gift.



I was a pace behind her when Jenn dropped her mass booklet. She quickly bent down to get it but because I had been staring straight over her head I did not realise in time. I walked into her while she was bent fully over. I bent slightly over her to attempt to keep my balance while my hands flew to her two cheeks to stop us both from falling over. It was during that millisecond, when my groin and Jennifer’s ass were mashed against each other that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if Jennifer and I had been naked, my cock would have gone straight up her pussy and it would not have stopped until my balls touched base. As it was, my cock had been so long and hard that the only way she could not feel my hard-on was if she had been wearing her concrete panties.



She straightened up and I managed to quickly skip around her and back to my seat. By the time I sat down Jenn was already sitting and my balls were starting to contract. Thankfully, I’m nothing if not disciplined and I managed to subdue the orgasm… barely. I also managed to not disgrace myself by keeping my dick under control for the rest of the ceremony, mainly by not looking at Jenn.



Afterwards, my family and I jumped in the car and drove to the hotel. Where I could spend the night lost in the crowd and away from Jennifer. Or at least that was the plan. Really, it was a bad-to-worse situation.



***



When we got to the hotel we checked in (we were staying for the night) and I went upstairs to drop my bag off.



And empty my bags, as it turned out. As soon as I entered my room and saw the open door to the bathroom, I was transported back to the church. I could practically feel Jennifer’s ass under my hands and my cock pressed against her skirt. Then the scene changed and we were still in the church, but we were both naked and my cock slid smoothly into her pussy. I ran to the bathroom, dropped my pants, pulled my prick out and jacked off. I don’t know how long it took but I came once Jenn had finished deep-throating me and was busy slurping down my sperm.



After that I hurriedly cleaned myself up, went downstairs and took my place in the room where dinner would be served. The food and conversation was great and I quickly forgot about Jenn, who was sitting on the other side of the room.



It was then that my sister leaned over to me and said, “We found someone for you. Don’t go too far after dinner.” They were always doing things like that and I had stopped trying to dissuade them ages ago. The problem was that the women they found were always sluts and (call me crazy) I prefer women with a character that is not constantly tuned to the next cock she is going to swallow.



But I always gave them a chance. After dinner I confined myself to the beer-garden, knowing that my sisters would know where to find me. I like music but the really loud, and not to mention terrible, music on offer at a wedding is not my kind of thing.



My sisters introduced the girl while their boyfriends were off drinking and she seemed nice enough but she liked everything to do with clubbing and I don’t. I tried to get away but she, probably, had orders from my sisters not to leave until I came. It was starting to get ridiculous when another person joined us and said, “Hey, he’s mine!”



It was Jennifer. The girl looked at me but when she saw the smile on my face and, I think, the lust in my eyes, she quickly left.



“Thanks,” I said. “If she had stayed any longer I don’t think I could have stopped myself from bursting out laughing.”



Jennifer smiled. “No problem. I can’t stand skanks like her.”



Chuckling, she sat in the newly vacated seat beside me and we started chatting.



After glancing at her tits and legs dozens of times I remembered why I was especially keen to stay away from the party that night. “Hey, I thought that you liked dancing and that kind of music. Why are you out here saving my bacon rather than in there catching the eye of some stud?” I asked teasingly.



She smiled as she said, “I just felt like being talked to like a normal human being rather than thrown around like a Barbie doll.”



I immediately felt guilty for thinking of her sexually and, silently, resolved to keep my lecherous thoughts for later.



I had a great time after that. Jenn was the opposite of the other girl. She always kept her legs together, sexual jokes made her laugh instead of saying, “O.K”, and she talked a lot about movies, school and animals, all of which interest me more than clubbing. She was funny and not afraid to say what she meant. She also had this manner where thinking outside of the box became natural.



At one point she looked up at a floodlight that was hanging at the top of the hotel. The darkness made it look like a light was shining from the night sky instead of hanging from a wall. She immediately said, “Look! The light at the end of the tunnel! Am I in heaven?”



“If you were in heaven,” I said chuckling, “I am guessing that you would be surrounded by better looking guys than me!”



She looked at the ground and said, rather shyly, “Colm, you have no idea.”



I pestered her for the rest of the night but I had no idea then and no idea now what that meant. Did she mean that personality was more important? Did she mean that she thought I was handsome? Was she signalling the A-Team to pick her up? I have no idea.



A little while later, at about ten o’clock, we retreated into a lounge set apart from the wedding, there was light piano music playing. One of her cousins asked us over and what we wanted to drink, Jenn said vodka, I said coke. That was when I had my first Jaeger-bomb.



The problem with getting drunk is not knowing when it has happened so you can make the necessary adjustment to your behaviour so you do not end up acting like a total prick. In the past it was easy: when I could not hear the loud music, I was drunk. That night was the first night when I got drunk without the loud music. I can remember every single moment as clearly as I can remember the last five seconds. I am not sure that that is a good thing.



It took two Jaeger-bombs, a few pints of cider and an hour and a half for me to get completely pissed, during which time me and Jenn talked to most of our relatives and generally made ourselves as accommodating as possible.



While we were busy being respectable a contest started. We both tried to make the other as embarrassed as possible. It started when my mom started talking about singers and Jenn replied that she wanted to be one. It was a well known secret and I, quite deep in my cup by then, grabbed her thigh and said, “No!” in as shocked a voice as I could muster. Everyone laughed and the conversation continued. A few minutes later my mom looked at Jenn and said, “Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.” I looked over at her in concern but she kept staring at her lap. It was then that I realised that I had forgotten to take my hand off her thigh. Not only that but I had been unknowingly stroking it for the past few minutes. I immediately withdrew my hand with a murmured “Sorry” and tried not to look guilty.



She got back at me at a different table. An aunt was talking about a photo and Jenn wanted to see it. Instead of holding her arm across me so her aunt could pass the picture, Jenn moved really close to me and pressed her breasts against the right side of my chest so that she could see it while her aunt held it. It gave me an excellent view. My cock immediately perked up and my face went red. It could be argued that it was accidental but when she was moving away, her hand casually slid across my trousers, over my bulge. She had a self satisfied smile when she sat back. It was war.



We did it dozens of times, some pranks being more blush-creating than others. In the interest of time I will describe the most effective.



Hers came at around eleven thirty. We were sitting in an area with no table. There were four large two-seater couches in a square with small coffee tables for every seat. Jenn and I were in one and friends of her father were in the others. We were being regaled with a very boring anecdote by one of them when Jenn threw her legs over the arm of her side and rested her head in my lap, looking up at me with a smile like a Cheshire-cat. My cock quickly became hard and she delighted in turning her head to look at the speaker then turning back to look at me, each time “accidentally” rubbing from one side of my helmet to the other. When she wanted to leave I said, “I’ll be with you in a minute”, and asked the speaker about some obscure part of his story. He was really boring and he talked for just long enough for my boner to shrink.



Mine came at around eleven forty-five. I had gone to the toilet and on my way back I saw Jenn talking to a guy. She did not look happy and he had the kind of sleazy look on his face that is instantly recognizable to any guy. I got angry. I try to say it was because she was my cousin. I’m not so sure.



I walked up behind her without drawing attention to myself. I had a choice: either say, “Hey, she’s mine” like she had earlier, or option ‘B’. I went with option ‘B’.



I stepped up close behind her, so my stomach was slotted into the curve of her spine, lay my head on her shoulder, hooked my left arm over her arm and cupped her breast, hooked my right arm under hers and rested my hand over her pussy and said “Hi, can I help you?” He backed off but I stayed where I was and waited, my cock getting harder and harder until I was sure that she could feel it pressing against her ass.



After a few minutes Jenn cleared her throat and said, “Um, why are you still holding me?”



“I was waiting for you to say ‘Thank you’”, I said in a low and husky voice, the only one I could manage.



She cleared her throat again. “Th-thank you.”



I kissed her on the neck, she gasped, and I whispered, “You’re welcome.” Simultaneously I squeezed her breast and hooked my finger so that it rubbed off her pussy and she groaned loudly. I turned away and went in search of my drink. I was drunk, sue me.



***



Midnight found us alone in a booth in a corner of the lounge, drunk but unknowing of that fact. It had been a while since either of us had talked, we were both quite tired by then, but we sat in a companionable silence.



Jenn yawned and looked at me sorrowfully. “I’ll have to stay with my little brother and his friend tonight. I hate having to do that. They are going to keep me awake all night!”



“You have a treble room, don’t you?”



“Yeah but wandering hands are the least of my worries. I don’t want to have to go to the bathroom to change and I hate sleeping in a single bed.”



I took another sip of my drink, pondering the problem.



“I have a treble room too. You could stay the night with me if you like.” At this point I should say that I had no ulterior motive. I was just trying to help my cousin. “You would still have to change in the bathroom but at least you could have the double bed and I promise to let you go to sleep at some point.”



Her face immediately brightened up and she threw her arms around my neck and knelt on the couch with her knees on either side of my thighs. This is when the ulterior motives started coming.



She quickly got up and started walking towards her mother. Feeling like it would be the best thing to do, and making sure that my face was composed in a neutral expression, I followed. When she was told the news my aunt cast me a quick searching look but she quickly smiled and said it was okay by her. We stayed for a short while but we were tired so we said our goodbyes and left. Taking a quick detour to the bar to buy some cans and then to grab Jenn’s bag, we went to my room.



It was exactly the way you would imagine a treble hotel room. Painted white walls, one double bed in the middle of the room, an ornate mirror hanging overhead, one small single bed squeezed into a corner, a T.V facing the double bed and two chairs facing away from a window.



Jenn threw her bag into a corner, put the cans in the fridge, leaving two on a table for us, and switched on the T.V. “I don’t really feel like going to sleep yet”, she said as she sat down on the end of the double.



Now more than ever I took in the amazing woman before me: she had the exact personality that I have always found attractive. And sexy? From where I stood I could clearly see the beautiful face, firm little tits, that I could see by looking down her top, and the two incredible legs that crossed ever so elegantly to stop me seeing her pussy. She didn’t seem to realise that the rest of her was enough to make me want to cum even without seeing her cunt as well.



I quickly subdued every single sexual thought. I reminded myself that she was my cousin. It would be wrong on so many levels: not only would it be incest, she was so much younger than me, plus she might not want to do it then it would be assault. I quickly resolved to do the same as I did in the beer-garden: be a good cousin and not let any stupid impossibilities ruin a perfectly good relationship.



I quickly sat on her left, opened the cans and we watched a crappy action film for a while.



After around three cans each, Jenn looked across at me, smiling, and said, “That was fun, that competition.”



“Yeah,” I chuckled. “We should do that again. I wonder if anyone realised.”



Jenn laughed. “If they did it wouldn’t make a difference. We’re cousins. It’s not like we could do anything anyway.” She got a mischievous smile on her lips and started running her hand up and down the crotch of my pants, gently stroking my previously flaccid cock. My poor penis. After being aroused so many times that day, it shot up like a bolt of lightning, taking my blood pressure and my pulse with it. I was just about to start moving with her hand when she suddenly stopped.

*Natalia*



I knew this was a huge mistake. From the very first time I met him at the coffee shop, I should have seen through his flattery and good looks. Christian was a sadistic monster. He led me to the island with false intentions and was keeping me captive like a dog on a leash. What was worse is I wasn’t his first victim. Amelie, the young girl he claimed was his pregnant wife had clearly been his first captive. If he had intended to impregnate that small girl I wanted no part in it. Certainly any child of Christian’s would be the spawn of Satan.



I spent most of the night in pain from his abuse and considered all my escape options. None of them seemed feasible since I’d need a boat to get off this nightmare island and Christian held the keys. Still it was worth trying. Maybe he was stupid enough to leave the keys somewhere on the yacht. If I could remove the ankle monitor I might buy some time to search the yacht before Christian caught on. I wouldn’t know my way back to land though. We’d have to be miles from town. I’d risk dying at sea but it was better than staying around to see what Christian’s intentions were. Even if I did find land I’d have no way of knowing where the island was so I could send help for poor little Amelie. I was at a loss… If I was going to escape, I’d need to bring her with me.



I was startled by a knock at my door. I opened it to find Christian’s smirking back at me. “Sleep well?” I wasn’t going to humor him… “The silent treatment? Well maybe a nice shower will make you feel better?” He then handed me some towels with a set of clothes folded on them. “Meet me in the master bed when you’re finished.”



I glared at him and shut the door in his face. I then unfolded the clothes and was disgusted to find he had handed me a slutty maid uniform. It was a black dress, white lace collar, and lacked buttons half way down the front of the blouse. The lacy white apron and thigh highs were insulting. I wasn’t ready to indulge his kinky fantasies but being as I had little choice at the moment, I reluctantly took the clothes and towels to the end of the hallway and stepped in a much needed hot shower.



*Christian*



Natalia’s disobedience was becoming a nuisance. I really should have considered hiring a less strong willed bitch but what I really wanted were her skills. I needed her to help me after I impregnated Amelie and someone had to keep the mansion decent. I’d break her of her stubbornness in time. They couldn’t all be as malleable as my sweet Amelie. I’d tamed feistier bitches than Natalia. Amazing how much control you can gain with a little bdsm play.



Upon my return to the master bedroom I found Amelie awake holding the sheets to her naked breasts. Her curls were disheveled but she was still just as beautiful to me as ever. She crawled over to meet me at the edge of the bed and I intertwined my fingers in her hair before pulling her face to mine. I kissed her forehead and made my way down the slope of her nose to her sweet lips. I used my other hand to fondle her breasts and take advantage of her cold nipples. She let out a gasp when I slowly moved my hand to her moist sex. Her eyes were closed and I held her head back as she parted her legs to invite my hand into her. I still couldn’t get over how tight she was. I could barely get two fingers inside her unlike Natalia who was lose enough for my whole hand to fit. She moved her little hand to my dick to feel its outline through my pants. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my face. She was so soft and frail that I feared I might break her. She was my porcelain doll. So perfect and pure.



I heard Natalia enter the room and removed my hand from between Amelie’s legs. “Amelie, I want you to meet Natalia.” I gestured for her to come to me and she walked to the bed reluctantly. As she neared us I could see her feeble attempts to cover her breasts by pinning her blouse shut. As she came closer I grabbed her wrist, pulled her closer to me and ripped her blouse open, exposing the bust of her large breasts. “Ah yes, that’s much better.” Her face turned red and she looked as though she might dare to slap me but she resisted. I pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “I need you to examine Amelie and determine if she’s ready to take my seed in her womb.” I then turned to Amelie, “Now love, I must leave you two alone to become better acquainted.” I left the room but stayed within ear shot in case Natalia tried anything funny.



*Amelie *



She was gorgeous. Her long raven hair and suntanned skin made me feel so pale in comparison. She must have been at least 5 maybe 7 years older than me. She could tell I was nervous, after all, the only thing separating us was a sheet. I was startled when she reached for me and moved an out of place curl from my face. “Let’s clean you up.” She said as she walked to the vanity next to my bed. She gestured for me to come to her and I wrapped the sheet around my naked body as I left the bed. “Come on Amelie, you have such a beautiful body, you don’t have to hide it.” She then took my sheet and sat me in front of the mirror. I relaxed as she tied my curls up with a pink ribbon and picked out a pink flowery sun dress for me. I put it on and went back to the bed to lie down. I felt fatigued and weak ever since the kidnapping. I hadn’t fully regained my strength and just wanted to lay in bed and sleep the day away. I think part of me kept wishing that if I fell asleep I’d wake up and realize this was all just a dream and be back in my tiny house. Natalia joined me on the bed and hummed a song as I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.



*Natalia *



I didn’t want to do it but I knew if I didn’t Christian would punish me. Amelie was such a sweet, pure, shy girl and she was about to be impregnated by a sadist. As much as it killed me, I fulfilled his wishes. Amelie’s sun dress was disheveled exposing her small mound. I gently opened her legs and inserted my finger into her tight pussy. She must have definitely been a virgin before Christian had his way with her. She didn’t wake. Christian had made her very wet so it was easy to take the sample I’d need from her. After testing her hormone levels with a kit in the medicine cabinet. I left the room to find Christian right outside the bedroom door waiting for me. “She’s ready.” He shot me a diabolical smile.



“Keep her company, I’ve got plans to make.”



I was relieved as he walked away and descended down the grand staircase. I was worried that he might take Amelie right after I revealed the results but this way I had time to devise an escape plan before he had a chance to plant his demon seed in the angel. I returned to the room and quickly locked the door. After fiddling with the ankle monitor for a good 20 minutes, I was able to slip it over the heel of my foot and eventually slip it off. I then ran to Amelie on the bed and shook her violently awake. “Get up! We don’t have much time!” She awoke startled like a deer in headlights and stared at me with confusion.



“What’s going on Natalia? Where’s Christian?”



“He’s planning to force you to bear his child. He’s crazy, he kidnapped me and brought me here against my will. We’ve got to get away from him, he must be some kind of sadistic psycho. Who knows what he’s capable of?”



“No Natalia, we can’t leave, he’s hidden the keys to the yacht there’s no way off the island.”



“We’ve got to try. He’s downstairs now. If we climb out the window and onto the trellis we can make a run for the dock.”



“No, it’s too risky. I’ve tried to escape before and he punished me…. plus he’s not so bad, he’s treated me pretty well when I’ve behaved. He loves me Natalia… I can’t leave him, I’m all he’s got and he’s all I’ve got.”



“Listen to yourself!? You’re a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. Don’t sympathize with your captor. He’s using you as a sex slave.”



I then grabbed Amelie from the bed and ran to the window. I started to crawl out on to the ledge when I noticed she wasn’t budging. She looked at me and I could tell she was paralyzed with fear. She started to cry and I jumped back through the window to cover her mouth. “What is wrong with you? He’s definitely going to catch us if you don’t stop!”



I let go of her mouth and she started to follow me to the window. Just then, a hard pound at the bedroom door made me jump out of my skin. “Open up!!!” Christian roared and I knew I had no chance. I wasn’t ready to give up so quickly without a fight though and I hurried to the ledge making my way down the trellis. Amelie didn’t follow but she didn’t unlock the door for Christian either. She just gave up… it was sad really. She must have been brain washed or something. I however was not ready to succumb to Christian and leapt from the trellis to the ground below. I must have misjudged my landing. I screamed in pain as my ankle twisted. I tried to stand but stumbled and fell back down. I started to crawl. Call me hopeless but I honestly thought if I could crawl to the yacht I might still have a chance. It was then that I heard the front door slam open and someone run towards me. My head was jerked back by a fistful of my hair. “Did you really think you could escape me Natalia?”



I turned around on my back and kicked him as hard as I could with my other good leg. I was aiming for his dick but missed and hit his lower abdomen. He doubled over in pain and I squirmed from his grasp and attempted to stand again. Despite the excruciating pain in my ankle, I managed to hobble a few feet and gain my stride towards the yacht. I was still maybe 50 feet away before I looked behind me to see Christian wasn’t chasing after me but he also wasn’t anywhere to be found which made me more nervous. It took all my strength to stumble my way to the dock.



I was nearly there. Only a few more feet. Before I could even consider my next move I was shocked with several volts of electric coursing through my body. I screamed in agony as my body hit the cold ground and I was immobilized. It happened so fast I didn’t know what had hit me until I saw the taser in Christian’s hands. He turned me over and forced himself between my legs and hovered over my helpless body. I’d never seen such stone cold anger in someone’s eyes as he grabbed my throat with one muscular hand nearly choking me. “You stupid whore! Did you not learn your lesson when I fisted your cunt? That was nothing compared to what you have coming to you.”



I spit in his face and he paused to wipe it off before tightening his grip around my neck. I struggled underneath his weight but he didn’t budge. I gasped for breath and panicked as he continued to asphyxiate me. “Goodbye world, at least I tried….”The lack of oxygen to my brain dulled my senses until all I could hear was the beating of my heart before I blacked out.



*Christian *



I lay on top of Natlia’s unconscious body contemplating what I was going to do with her next. I considered loading her in the yacht and dropping her out at sea but that would be cruel… I picked her limp body up, threw her over my shoulder, and headed back to the mansion. My rage was pulsing through me at the thought of her trying to take my Amelie from me. Before I went back inside to find the taser I had barricaded the door to the master bedroom so Amelie wouldn’t be tempted to intervene. My dick was already hardening at the thought of what I was going to do to Natalia.



I carried her back down to the cold basement where I kept my toys and gadgets. I strapped her asphyxiated body into a leather sex swing spreading her cunt open wide for easy access. There really is a fine line between bdsm and rape… I wasn’t going to be as gentle this time. I put the ball gag in her mouth and placed clamps on her nipples that connected to a chain. I wasn’t going to risk impregnating this slut. She wasn’t worthy of bearing my child and her cunt was so stretched that it wouldn’t please my dick anyway. Still she needed something to fill her so I pushed a nice 10 inch long, 3 inch wide dildo into her easily accessible pussy and strapped it in place so she couldn’t push it out. She was starting to re-gain consciousness. I moved around the swing to stand over her face. Her eyes slowly opened and she tried to scream but the gag muffled her. I was fully erect now looking down at her frightened face. I removed the ball gag and before she could try to curse me again I tilted her head back and shoved my dick down her throat. “If you bite me bitch, it will be the last thing you do.” She gagged as I used the swing to slowly push her away from me, removing my dick just long enough for her to breath before swinging her back to take it all in again.



I felt her teeth on my shaft and wasn’t going to take my chances. She winced in pain as I grabbed the chain of her nipple clamps and pulled just enough to get my point across. “When will you learn bitch? I own you.” My balls slapped her face as I pumped my dick in and out of her throat relentlessly, using the swing for leverage. Her gagging was squeezing my dick so I hurried my pace and released my hot load deep into her throat. Before she could try to spit it out I replaced my dick with the ball gag forcing her to swallow my hot cum. Her eyes filled with rage and I knew our lesson was just beginning.



I knew just the right toy to tame this bitch. I walked to the corner of the basement and unveiled my prized piece of mechanical pleasure. I had built it myself but never had a chance to try it out on anyone before. I turned to find Natalia still struggling to break free from her bonds



“Don’t be so ungrateful. I think you’re going to enjoy being fucked senseless once you give in to it.”



Unlike me, a fuck machine was much less forgiving. She’d have to let go eventually and embrace my will. I moved the heavy machinery between her spread legs. I decided to be kind enough to lubricate the large black dick attached to the machine before inserting it into her reluctant ass. I positioned her so that just the tip was inside of her. The dildo in her pussy made her rectum much narrower so she’d have to adjust to the girth of the dick in her ass. I pulled her swing closer to me slowly inserting the length of the dildo inside of her tight ass. She was perfectly positioned now to begin her punishment. I turned the machine on and it slowly pistoned in and out of her ass as she hung helpless in the swing. I could see her juices escaping past the dick in her cunt and roll down to her asshole, adding much needed lubrication as she took in the full length of the dick that rhythmically fucked her.



After a good 10 minutes of slowly fucking her ass, I decided she was ready to take it up a notch. I dialed the machine to a higher speed and watched her struggle to break free from its torment. “Give up Natalia and you’ll enjoy it so much more. The more you struggle the harder I’m going to fuck you.” She must have taken my words as a challenge as she twisted violently in the swing trying to free herself from the dick in her ass. I then dialed the machine to the highest setting and she screamed as the dick pistoned her faster and faster. I was beginning to get somewhat jealous that it wasn’t me who was pounding that tight ass of hers. Tears began to roll down her cheeks and she pleaded against her gag for me to stop. I knew if I gave her what she wanted she’d only betray me again. Instead I attached a vibrator to her swollen clit to ease some of the pain and turn it into pleasure. I sat back and watched as she was forced to orgasm with her holes filled and fucked. It made my dick so hard that I had to relieve myself.



I kept the machine set to high and left Natalia to complete her punishment. I had a very scared Amelie still locked away in her room to attend to. I unlocked the door to the master bedroom but had trouble moving the door. “Amelie, love, please move so I can come in.” I asked nicely but could have very easily pushed it open. I didn’t want to risk hurting her though so I waited for her reply.



“No Christian! Tell me what you’ve done with Natalia!?”



I was mildly annoyed by her demands… “She disobeyed me Amelie. I couldn’t let her take you from me now could I? ”



“She said you were a monster Christian! She said you were using me. I’m not letting you in until you can tell me what you’ve done with her!”



I considered barging through the door and proving her right but restrained my temper… “Love she’s fine, I promise. We just had a disagreement and she stormed off to her room. She said she’s sorry for scaring you. “



It was silent for a few minutes and then Amelie opened the door and stared up at me with her tear filled hazel eyes. “Don’t cry angel, everything is ok. We just had a misunderstanding that’s all.” I picked her up and hugged her tight to my chest, burying my nose in her curls. The smell of strawberry shampoo filled my senses.



“Come love, you must be starving. I’ll make you something to eat.”



I placed her gently back on her feet and led her to the kitchen.



*Amelie *



Up until I met Natalia this morning. I was starting to enjoy the thought of living in the mansion with Christian. I was even starting to warm up to the idea of becoming the mother of his offspring. Everything was happening so fast but for the first time in my life, I finally felt like I was truly loved and had a purpose in the world. I couldn’t stay upset with Christian even if I tried. I’d take one look at his handsome face and melt in his arms. I convinced myself that he wasn’t controlling me, that this is really what I wanted all along. Escape was never an option, I learned that the hard way. I really did love him. He was strong yet gentle. Forceful yet soft. He knew my body better than I did. I was addicted to him and would do anything to please him.



I followed him to the kitchen and hopped up on a stool in front of the counter to watch him cook. He prepared a plate of crepes and fruit and joined me at the counter. “This is my favorite dish. I spent a summer abroad in Paris after my parent’s died.”



“Oh Christian… I’m so sorry I didn’t know…”



He looked at me and shrugged. “It’s been years Amelie, no need to be sorry. They weren’t very good people anyhow… trust me. You’re the only family I need now anyway.”



I had never known my parents. I was raised in an orphanage until I was 17 and ran away. I’d been on my own ever since. Part of me had always longed to have a family though and Christian knew it… Maybe that’s why he chose me? We were kindred spirits, lost souls in the world just yearning for that one true piece of happiness. I finished up my breakfast and excused myself from the table.



“Amelie, why don’t you go wait for me on the beach? I have lose ends to tie up before I join you.”



I kissed him and headed for the front door to the sandy trail leading to the beach.



*Natalia *



It must have been at least an hour since Christian left. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I was running out of lubricant but the machine kept pistoning in and out of me in a fast motion. I gave in to it not long after Christian left and I no longer held on to my pride. He had won. I now knew exactly what he was capable of and after the 8th earth shattering orgasm, I was exhausted and lay limp in my restraints while the huge dick impaled my ass without hesitation. My will had been broken. I knew even if I had the will to escape again, it was no use. I gave up and prayed for Christian to return and release me.



I was staring up at the ceiling listening to the thump of the machine when I heard Christian descend down the creaky basement steps. I sighed with relief at the sight of his face.



“Did you learn your lesson Natalia?”



I nodded eagerly in hopes he would turn off the machine and untie me quickly.



“Well maybe a few more minutes will do you some good?”

Another long day at work is at an end. It has been a week of non stop demands at work and I am ready for some relaxation. Tossing my clothes as I head for the bathroom, leaving a trail of laundry to be picked up later, I stop to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Unable to resist, I pinch my nipples to hard peaks, moaning softly in the quiet of the house. Bending to put the plug in the tub, then start a nice hot bath, spilling some bubble bath in, inhaling the scent of wild strawberries.



Padding naked to the kitchen and grabbing a diet coke, then heading to the computer to check my emails. The same old; buy this, rent this, check this site out…delete, delete and … wait…here’s one with a twist;



{Hello Bethyboo,



I have been reading your stories and have found them inspiring. I am a woman, and I have been trying to come up with a unique gift for my guy. I was wondering if you would be interested in being his Christmas present from me? He loves anal sex and I was hoping that you might want to show up under the Christmas tree. Please find attached a picture and a brief description of him. If you are interested, please contact me and we can set up the details. }



Opening the picture and reading his description, I smile, imagine that…me a Christmas present. Clicking off the computer and shaking my head at the odd email, I head to the tub. Sliding into the foamy hot water, closing my eyes and just concentrating on breathing for a few minutes. His image floats in front of me, dark hair, silvering at the edges and those deep brown eyes, I can just imagine getting lost in them.



What am I thinking, this is ludicrous, and I start to formulate the return email in my mind, “Thank you for your request, but I am not interested….”



Or am I? My hands are drifting over my belly, slowly caressing until they cup my breasts and I pinch my nipples to life, erect and throbbing with his face hovering in my mind. My breath quickens and I imagine myself laying under a Christmas tree, tied with red ribbons, naked and quivering, awaiting the handsome man in the pic to find me and untie me. One hand slithers down my body, leaving a blazing hot trail, to slide between my swollen nether lips, stroking my hard little clit, feeling it quiver as I cum.



Wow, that was quick. My eyes opening in the bright light of the bathroom, blushing, as I am a little embarrassed to be so inspired by a picture and an email. Putting that man, and that email out of my mind, I lather my hair, rinsing under the tap and pulling the plug.



Stepping from the tub, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Pouting as I lift my heavy breasts, wishing they still sat up and begged, but gravity has taken its toll, or shall I say life has left its marks on my body. A scar here, and one over there, breasts not so perky anymore and a belly that could use a few situps, or a few hundred more like it.



Grinning, I have long ago accepted my flaws, and have learned to embrace my assets. My willingness to experiment and ability to enjoy sex, and turning to look at my ass, and that willing curvy bottom, all add up to a sexy time for any brave enough to partake.



Wrapping myself in the towel, and drying my hair, dabbing on some moisturizer and then softly making my way to bed. Climbing between the sheets and letting the dark night take me away to dreamland.



Climbing from bed reluctantly and looking at the clock. Only 9 am on a Saturday morning, wishing I could climb back under the covers, but the day calls, there is much to do today.



After a quick breakfast I slip into comfy jeans and a t-shirt and head out to do some errands. By late afternoon, I can finally go home and relax. Sitting down in front of the computer once more, I read the email from last night again. When I get to his picture, I can feel my nipples stiffen to little throbbing pebbles, straining at my bra, leaving a very telltale rise in my t-shirt.



Smiling, I hit the reply button and type;



{Thank you for your email and while it is very tempting to take you up on your offer I am unable to…}



I pause, push back in my chair and contemplate, weighing my options, having a little war with myself. It is not right, to offer myself up as a Christmas present, but on the other hand…he is very attractive. And it would be a help to this woman…it would be a unique present, and ….my mind hits a blank. So I continue to compose the message.



{…resist at this time. Let’s discuss the details and make this happen.}



I hit the send button before I can change my mind, and holding my breath…I feel the shudder of anticipation rocket through me. Well now, time to do something about this. Leaning back in the chair, I undo my jeans, slip a hand inside and find that warm wet cleft. Rubbing my clit, letting a finger press inside to scoop out more wetness, moaning aloud as my hips slip forward, ass barely on the edge of the chair. Heart beating faster, panting for breath, cumming swiftly, moaning aloud, a cry falling over my parted lips, the wet gush onto my fingers.



Smiling, eyes closed, finger still buried inside my clutching cunt, rubbing my engorged clit…waiting for the quivering of my body to abate…the sound of the email notice bringing me quickly out of my post orgasmic bliss.



Pushing the button, and reading;



{Thank you so much…this will mean a lot to both of us. If you will kindly send me your size, I have just the outfit picked out to wrap you in. Please let me know if the date will work for you.}



I check the date against my calendar and find that it will work and with another delicious shiver, I send her back my acceptance, and my phone number. Within a minute of hitting the send button my phone rings and with a shaky hand I pick up the receiver and say, “Hello?”



Her voice sounds as nervous as mine as she quickly outlines what she is hoping for, and with a breathless sound of agreement, she assures me that she will send me all the pertinent details in an email.



“Thank you so much, he will be thrilled with his Christmas present, and I think you will be pleased as well, he has an amazing cock.” her voice is tinged with nervous excitement.



“I just hope he will be as thrilled with me as I will be with him, and thanks for letting me do this.” my voice quivers, nerves and the recent orgasm lending a huskiness to my voice.



We disconnect and I find that I am looking very forward to meeting this man. With only a week until present time, I will have to find ways to keep my mind off of the encounter or I will be so nervous I might chicken out.



Work and Christmas shopping, decorating and an evening of baking cookies make the week go by quickly and finally the day has arrived.



Lazing in the tub, carefully shaving my legs, my underarms and of course my pussy have me trembling with excitement. In need of some release I lay back in the tub, grab the shower nozzle and direct the spray of water on my clit, it dances under the jets, swells and throbs. My heels on either side of the tub, braced, my pussy draped wide open, clit standing tall from its hood, I let out a scream as I rgasm.Pussy gushing into the tub, eyes feverish as my fingers dive inside and rub that sensitive tract of flesh, and with a growl, I squirt sweet girl cum, drenching my fingers, it drips from my wrist. Breathless, mouth wide in a silent scream…trembling all over as the orgasm is sustained by the jet of water hammering at my hard pleasure nub.



Gasping for breath, unable to move I let the shower nozzle drop into the tub, spraying warm water all over, washing away the fluids, leaving me weak and trembling. Finally climbing from the tub on rubbery legs, I dry my hair, apply a thin coat of make-up and deep red lipstick to match my finger and toe nails. Checking my naked body in the mirror, I smile, this will have to do.



Slipping into jeans and a t-shirt, I pull on my jacket and grab my car keys. It is time to go, and I don’t want to be late. I park on the street a couple of houses down, and walk quickly to their house. She meets me at the door and with a grin, grabs my hand and pulls me inside.



We stand staring at each other and finally she says, “You are perfect, he will be thrilled.”



With that we both giggle and I step out of my sneakers and follow her into the house. She gives me a quick tour that ends in the kitchen. We sit at the table and talk about what I should expect, and by the time all the details are hammered out, we have polished off an entire bottle of wine and both of us are a little giddy.



She pulls a box from under the table and tells me to go to the bathroom and get changed, he will be home in about 30 minutes. I eye the box, bright red and find myself blushing almost the same colour. She just laughs and points to the bathroom.



In the box I find a pair of red fishnet stockings, complete with red garter belt. A short red skirt trimmed at the hem with white fur and a bra…at least it is sort of a bra, more a shelf for my breasts…nipples completely exposed. And that’s it! I might as well be naked, the skirt barely covers my ass, and it flares so that I am sure with every movement I will be showing my treasures.



Still, this is what she wants me wrapped in, not that there will be much need for unwrapping. I swallow the lump in my throat and return to the kitchen. She stares at me…and she is frowning. “What, did I do something wrong?” my voice trembles as I cross my arms over my breasts.



“Oh, no, not at all…I was just thinking that maybe you look too good. You will be fine, he is going to love his present.” she takes my hand and leads me to the living room. “Just a few final touches and I am going to go out, I don’t think I could stand to stay. I want him to find you under the tree, ready to be unwrapped.”



She hands me a pair of red stiletto heels which I slip my feet into, teetering, glad I won’t be expected to walk anywhere. Then she adds a big red bow to my head and ties my hands behind my back, with red ribbon, making my breasts jut out from my chest. e positions me beside the tree and proceeds to wrap a thick red ribbon around me, tethering me to the tree. She is careful not to cover my hardened nipples, instead the ribbon goes above and below them, making them stand out even more, throbbing red, aching and engorged with blood.



She stands back and looks at me…produces a pair of nipple clamps and quickly attaches them as I wriggle and squirm, realizing that I am actually quite helpless. My breath is fast, panting for each lungful of air.



She looks at me again, “Perfection, I hope the clamps aren’t too tight, but I couldn’t resist them in the store, and just one more thing.” She adds a tag to one of the clamps so that it dangles and pulls.



“It says, To Scott, unwrap as you will, she is yours until midnight.” She smiles at me…and then walks away. My mouth gone dry, I am scared, my nipples aching and throbbing, pain setting in, my threshold being tested as I hear her close the door.



My body shudders in its bonds, knowing that I cannot get out of the ribbons, my back arched, my everything on display, and even as I wriggle against the tree, I can feel the swelling of my nether lips, the juices as they seep and ooze.



Long minutes tick by and finally the sound of the door again. My lips tremble, and my mind races, what if he is not happy with me as his present. A nervous trembling makes my body tremble, my feet aching in the impossibly high heels and my nipples throbbing with pain as they swell even more around the clamps.



I watch, breath held as he enters the room, and stops…mouth wide, staring at me, tied to his Christmas tree. He slowly approaches, and a smile spreads over his face as he reads the tag. Those dark brown eyes twinkling mischievously as he reaches up and touches my cheek.



“Well, Merry Christmas to you too…I think I will leave you just like that while I grab a quick shower…no need to be hasty and unwrap you too soon.” he winks at me and as he turns to walk away, I can’t help but whimper, my nipples are demanding to be released from the clamps.



He comes back to me, leans in and whispers,”I will take those clamps off as soon as I come back, I want to hear your pretty lips scream when I do.” he licks my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth briefly before walking away. I can hear his chuckling receding in the house.



My heart pounds in my chest, so loud I am sure he can hear it even above the sound of the shower. He is so handsome, so masculine, and his scent has infused my nostrils as I pull cool air into my burning lungs. I lick my lips, where his tongue lingered just moments ago and my pussy, reacting to the anticipation of his return starts to pour its sweet oils out. My thighs feeling the warm wet trickle dribbling down.



After what seems a very long time, my nipples are singing with pain, every inhalation of breath making them move, swell so that the clamps bite in deeper. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I hear him approaching, soft footsteps getting closer. He stops to lean in the doorway. Framed, his hips swaddled in a white towel, his hair, darker and hugging his head, and those eyes that seem to bore right through to the depths of me, making me hold my breath in anticipation. He stares at me, and finally my breath hisses over clenched teeth, hot and damp over my lips. He smiles back at me and I watch as he moves closer, closer until I am ready to scream with need.



He stops just short of being able to reach out and touch me and takes in my trembling body, his eyes devouring me, making me feel helpless, nervous, there is such raw need in his smouldering brown orbs. My eyes wide as I watch his hands untuck the towel and as it drops away, it catches briefly on his raging erection, making his cock bob up and down before with a swing of his hips it flutters to the floor. The naked body of this man, ohhhhhhh, such a sight to behold, thick chest, strong arms, long tapered fingers that clench and unclench, and that cock, standing up, seemingly staring at me.



My back arches, pushing my aching nipples closer, and with a whimper I watch as his hands reach forward, seize both clamps and as the fear registers in my eyes, he whispers, “Scream for me.” and removes both clamps at once. My body tenses, taking a moment for the pain to register, the fire in my nipples spreads, deep inside me and as his mouth descends to suckle one, his fingers pinch and roll the other. The scream builds, bubbling up from deep in my gut, ripping through the quiet of the living room, long and loud and lusty, until there is no air left in my lungs, until weak with the exquisite pain, I lean into his body, glad of the ribbons holding me in place.



His fingers and mouth trade places and with a shudder that runs the length of my bound body, I finally draw a deep breath, and let it out, almost softly, sighing, a mumbled moan of desire as his mouth brings my nipples to erection, hard and sensitive nubs still aching, but tinged with erotic need. His mouth pulls off my breast with a wet plop and his hand slides down over my ribcage, teasingly light as he traces the waistband of the skirt, then he dips lower and slides his hand up my thigh, finding my heated sex, wet, sopping as his fingers dance past the engorged lips to touch that pleasure centre.



The colours of the rainbow dance in front of my eyes as my world explodes, my screams of passion tossed out into the room, as my hips thrust forward, making contact at last, fingers to clit and I cum, drenching his wriggling digits, splashing down over my thighs. With a final shudder, my body almost hangs loosely, wrapped around the tree, red ribbons cutting deeply into my flesh.



He stands back, brings his sopping fingers to his lips, then sucks on them, the wetness of his mouth on his fingers, the sound delicious to my ears, my eyes unable to tear away from those lips, suckling my juices.



My hips strain forward, fucking the air as the urge to feel those fingers on me again becomes too much to bear…mumbled pleas drip from my lips, incoherent, sounding like the whimpers of a caged animal…and he laughs, reaching forward to touch my lips, trace my quivering mouth with those recently sucked fingers, I inhale deeply, the scent of my sex filling my nostrils, making my head swim with desire.



He unties the ribbon holding me to the tree, slowly unwinding, stopping to nip at my lips, trace my nipples, dip into my wet sex with each unwinding of the ribbon until at last, I am free, bound only at my wrists, and I stumble forward, falling into his arms. His embrace enfolds me, hugging me tightly to the length of his naked body. His throbbing cock pushing up and under the scrap of red fluff that serves as a skirt, and his hands knead the pliant flesh of my ass. My body molds to his, soft curves conforming to the hard lines of his body, and with a growl, his lips claim mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth, he nibbles the tip, making me groan.



He pulls me forward, then pushes me down to my knees, his cock bobbing mere inches from my mouth, and with a firm grip on my hair that brings tears to my eyes, he commands me, “Suck my cock now my little toy, feel how much I want you!”



His cock pushes past my lips, the girth stretching them wide, my tongue a slippery slide guiding him to the back of my mouth, his hand on my head pulling me forward, hot juices drip down my thighs as I gasp in a breath. His hand pulls my hair, would tightly in my tresses, and his hips advance until there is nowhere left for his cock to go. His balls slap against my chin, thick drool dribbling out past the seal of lips to shaft. Then with a harder thrust, his cock slides deeper, past the bend in my throat, filling my mouth. Gagging and retching, spewing hot drool, it drips over my breasts, cools as it slides over my nipples and the urge to breathe becomes all consuming. I struggle, gagging loudly, trying to pull back, but his hand holds me firmly in place, my throat constricting on his cocks head, and he moans, his hips thrusting, fucking my throat until with a last gurgling retching sound, I almost lose consciousness.



Finally he pulls free, long strings of spittle connecting his throbbing rod to my lips, and with a shuddering painful breath…I cough, red in the face as air finally fills my lungs. He lets go of my hair and bending, he pulls me up, kisses me hard, his lips demanding, bruising mine, and then leads me to the couch, bends me forward over the arm and starts rubbing my exposed ass. My hips gyrate, pumping up and down, still gasping for air, breath ragged, moans tumbling out to join the loud sound of my lungs pulling in cool air.



Without warning, his hand comes down hard on my bare ass, driving my hips into the arm of the couch, the sound ringing in my ears, as I struggle to rise. His hand pushes on my back, “Stay bent over, don’t you move, but please feel free to scream.” His voice is commanding, and I let my body fall forward, hands twisting uselessly in the red ribbon at my back. His hands continue to spank my ass, the heat spreading, the sound filling the room. Smack after smack rains down on my ass, searing heat, blinding pain… and the sound of my anguished screams drown out the slapping sounds.



I lay sobbing, feeling his hands tracing the lacy red patterns of his handprints on my ass, muffled whimpers as I bury my face in the soft cushions of the couch. After what seems like a long time, my sobs finally die out, as his fingers trace my swollen nether lips, my clit dancing as his probing digits glide on either side, then start to rub faster, friction heating it, making it swell, climb from its protective hood and quiver. His other hand still sliding along my wet slit, letting two fingers slide inside me, curling along my front wall, finding that ohhhhhhhh so sensitive stretch of flesh, he rubs hard and fast.

She was mother of my new best friend and made heads turned when she walked elegantly with her tall femininity. I saw men go crazy in her presence and my pop was one of her silent admirers. At 42 she maintained her shape quite well as compared to other barrel shaped aunties.



I was over 18 years old and used to visit her house a lot. Some times I could feel she used to look at me differently, moving around in low neck short gown with no bra. I was fascinated by her bouncing boobs and rippling ass…and would masturbate later many times.



My experience with 2 girls of my age was good but both were silly about keeping their virginity intact and never wanted to get fucked in real way so I had to content with hurried fondling, fingering, stroking and kissing only and would later unload my semen by pumping my dick hard.



Some times she would bend down to pick some some thing from floor with her ass to me. I would see most of her naked butt and my tool would jump up.



She would turn and look at me with a smile and would go, leaving me very hard and hot. I was beginning to realize that she did show her nude butt to tease me. It was difficult not to have an erection whenever she come near. My dear studious friend Raman was oblivious of her hot design on me, and I never shared. That would have been the end of our friendship with a messy fist fight.



One afternoon, my friend asked me to stay at his place for night , as he and his pop were to visit some relative for two days. I had stayed at his place many times and didn’t think much about it. But suddenly hot possibilities looked possible. I have never had full sex with any girl, and was jerking of most of time as a horny teenager would.



As evening fell, I reached and rang bell. My friend along with is pop have already left. She was wearing a short gown and smiled widely at me. She took me to her bedroom and asked me to take bath and get ready for dinner.



I went in the washroom and took my cloth off. There was this full length mirror which bounced back my nude image. I have never seen my self nude in such a big mirror and was amused to see my erect tool from various angles.



I started to stroke my dick as image of her thighs hit my senses with erotic images. I could hear her humming and moving around out side. I saw her panties hanging and put one to my nose. I had never done that before and my tool jerked wildly as smell of her pussy got in …I started to stroke while smelling her panty and even licked it.



Suddenly I heard few claps. I opened my eyes to see her standing behind me with lusty glazed look on her sexy face. I stopped stroking. She told me to take is easy as a boy of my age must jerk off to stay sane.



She started to massage my back and got very close to me. For me it was a long held dream coming true. I was told to take bath fast as she had a surprise waiting for me.



When I got out sheepishly she has laid the table. I was pulled to sit next to her and faint smell of scent was making me dreamy.



Dinner over, we moved to lawn with dimmed shaded lamps. She asked me about how long I have been rubbing myself and have ever been with a girl. Her hand slowly caressed my right thigh. My hand was put on her breasts but I was getting a huge erection and was impatient to unload my boiling semen.



Sensing my urgency, slipped her hand in and dug my hardness out. Her compliments on my thickness and size of sack was open and had effect on me.



Suddenly the spray sprouted and hit her front as scene of semen hit me. I was told not to worry, as my sack seemed full to last whole night.



She led me inside and threw her gown open and ordered me to eat her.



I knelt before her, conjuring up porn images of men and women giving oral sex.



Her smell hit my nose as my nose got close to her.



She had no panties, sighed and pulled my head closer. The smell was new for me and over powering. As seen in porn, I darted my tongue out to touch her bush covered prize. The taste was salty. She moaned and spread legs wider to give more excess. Cupping her hips, I started to lap and got frenzied and felt my tool hardening swiftly. She pressed me closer and I felt spasms going through her body. Her voice turned hoarse and egged me to eat more, pushing her on my hungry mouth. Female pleasure cried were never heard my me, expect on porn and my tool was constrained in my stretched half pant. Suddenly she cried aloud and pulled my hairs wildly.



My mouth was soaked in her sprouting juices. She pushed me harder on to her rubbed her self with urgency .



With a loud throaty scream she stopped.



More juices gushed out, and I drank like a hungry dog.



She slumped on the wide sofa and asked me to remove my cloths. I watched her opening legs wide to expose her hairy vagina. Thick darkened outer lips merged with thick black growth. Her index finger was buried in her hole as she watched me undressed. I was signaled to come near, her eyes were fixed on my erect tool.



She moaned fingering her hole and grabbed my jerky tool. Her mouth opened and gulped my whole length with one push on my butt.



A strange sensation went through me as her tongue lapped the knob and sucked. Saliva dripped on her chin and bouncing boobs. Her fingers worked dexterously, making her butt lift up and down to aid her effort.



Suddenly a spasms of pleasure, broke over me, she sensed it, sucked and lapped feverishly. Her cries were muffled, sucking me.



With an uncontrollable deep throatily cry, I felt a thick string of semen coursing through my shaking, pleasure soaked body to her hot sucking mouth.



I felt dazed and happy.



I have been sucked first time and sucked like hell, by a mature women. She let go of my tool and I slumped near to her. A string of semen emerged from eye of my half hard tool slipping out of her mouth and stuck to her chin. A blob of semen dripped down to her dark nipple. Her eyes were lusty; she guided my hand to exposed vagina. It was bigger than I could ever imagine, pouting thick outer lips, thick black pubic hairs. A small penis looking thing stood out of her vagina. I touched it lightly and she pushed her butt up to increase pressure.



She guided my mouth to her left breast.



It was my first experience of kissing a woman breast and it felt very good. I suckled on nipples and my fingers went down to caress her vagina. Her hand guided me how to do it, and what gave her pleasure.



She asked me to put three fingers in her, with increasing moans and loud pleasure cries.



As my shaking index finger touched her small penis like bud, she let out a shriek and opened her legs wider, thrusting her butt up to grind. My first exposure to soft folds of vaginal intricacies is still imprinted in my mind scape. She asked me to watch her touching herself. I watched transfixed at her delicate manipulations. I was suddenly come to realize that all the large windows were open and curtains were drawn aside. The house was large with shady trees, but any one could have just walked in to watch us. I was going to tell her about it, but she read my mind and told me not to bother, as no one will come. And even if one did, she didn’t care. I was confused and fascinated by her fearlessness and openness. My dick was now rock hard and strings of juice pouring in a thin string. She pulled me near and held my dick close to her mouth. Her tongue leaped out at dick eye to taste juice. I closed my eyes and felt her mouth gulping my dick completely.



The powerful sucking action made my mind go wild and felt wild churning in my balls. She pushed me away suddenly and asked me to put all my fingers in her cunt. I sat down and did as I was told. Slowly all my fingers were feeling her worm, wet, soft tissues. She held my hand started to push it in. I didn’t know it was possible but was amazed to see my palm going in to her cunt,up to knuckles. Now she took control and moved my hand in and out expertly. Her pleasure cries echoed in the large room.



Her black cat come with lifted tail and looked at us.

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