Posts Tagged ‘foursome’

When Dean stepped off the plane he was a happy man. He’d spent most of the twelve hour flight from Australia in the bathroom with the hot redhead he’d met when he’d boarded, and then with one of the shapely air hostesses after that. He decided that he needed to take a break from all the sex. He’d spent the last week having sex every day, and there reached a point when a man just needed a break.



He got home to his cheap one bedroom apartment, and spent the day in, just watching TV. It was a relaxing change from the last week, and allowed him to recuperate a little. The next day, he looked on the internet for the addresses of local law firms, and went door to door with each of them. He made the effort to dress up like a courier, and even had a box wrapped up under his arm. He asked to see the ‘person in charge’ at each one, and most of them were men, which held no interest for Dean. It was late afternoon when he pulled up at one of the last law firms on his list. It was a massive building in the city, all glass windows. He went through the routine of asking to see the person in charge, under the pretense of having a package for them. After some waiting as the secretary talked on the phone for a while, he was directed to the elevator, and she pressed the top floor button for him. He thanked her, and she responded with a wink. He felt a sharp tingle in his dick as she did, but the doors closed before he could respond in any way. As he waited, he gradually felt his erection reach its full size, and he shifted uncomfortably, not able to do anything about it. He thought about talking to the secretary on the way out, maybe make a few ‘suggestions’ and take her back to his place. The ideas were still swirling around in his head when the doors opened, and he saw what looked like another lobby, just like the one downstairs. The secretary here spotted him and picked up the phone, said a few words, and hung up again.



He was asked to wait, so he sat down. He didn’t have to wait very long, however, because the person in charge approached him and reached out to shake his hand. Dean’s heart leapt in his chest as he looked up to see who it was. It was a woman! This is what he’d been looking for. His heart sank a little though when he took a good look at her. She wasn’t as attractive as he’d imagined. In fact she was downright masculine. Oh well, can’t have everything.



“I understand you have a package for me.” she said with a small smile. “I’d like to know why it couldn’t just be left at the front desk with the rest of the mail.”



“I can explain that ma’am, in private.” he replied. She narrowed her eyes at him, but eventually led him to her office, and fortunately there was no one else there. She sat down behind her desk, and motioned for him to sit down in the chair in front of her.



“So, what’s this about?” she asked when he’d sat down. Dean didn’t waste any more time.



“Karmina.” he said, and he saw an immediate change in her demeanor. Her eyes went blank and her face lost all expression. Dean’s heart was racing as he thought about what he was about to do.



“Are there any monitoring or surveillance devices in this offices?” he asked. She said no in a flat, monotone voice. Well, that was a relief.



“What’s you’re name?”



“Diane.”



“Diane, how much money do you have in your personal bank account.”



Dean didn’t hear the exact figure, he jumped for joy when he heard the word ‘billion’, and the rest was just noise after that. He gave her instructions to transfer two million dollars to his bank account without question, and that she wouldn’t remember doing it afterwards. He also told her to give him her personal cellphone number, and if he were to call up and say the words ‘it’s raining penguins’, something that no one would ever think to say to her, then she’d make another transfer for the same amount without hesitation, and forget about it afterwards.



Dean checked his bank balance on his phone on the way down on the elevator. His vacation had left him with not a lot left of what he’d saved for it. From memory he figured he only had a hundred dollars left. The number on his phone was considerably bigger than a hundred. Bigger by two million. He skipped out of the building, drove home, and called his boss, telling him to suck it and that he quit.



He decided to celebrate his new-found wealth with some dinner, and headed straight for the supermarket. He was browsing the dairy aisle when he bumped into someone, literally, and both of them dropped their baskets. The woman he’d bumped into was flustered and apologized again and again as she knelt down to pick up her basket.



“I’m sorry about that.” she said for the fifth time. “I’m just all over the place today. I’m trying to get my daughter’s birthday ready on time.”



“That can be tough.” said Dean, making idle small talk with the woman while he stole glances at her chest. It was impressive, probably in the double D range, even though she was slightly shorter than him. She was also a little on the heavy side, but not what he’d call fat. She was more full-figured, and her long curly black hair was draped over her shoulders in a way that framed her chest to him perfectly. His erection returned with a vengeance, and he started to think of how he could satisfy his urges.



“It is tough.” she said, completely oblivious to his staring. “She’s turning 18 today.”



Sinful thoughts started to dance in his mind as she said this.



“Can’t your husband help you out?” he asked innocently. It sounded fake to him, and he knew it, but he hoped that she wouldn’t notice.



“Oh. No, he’s . . . uh. He’s not around to help.”



Dane’s imagination was going crazy, and he couldn’t help himself. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and said the magic word.



“Karmina.”



Her eyes glazed over and she remained completely still.



“What’s your name?” he asked.



“Julie.”



“What’s your daughter’s name?”



“Haley and Vanessa.”



Dean blinked in surprise.



“You have two daughters?”



“Yes.”



“How old are they?”



“Haley is eighteen today, and Vanessa is twenty two.”



“Where is your husband?”



“I don’t know. He left ten years ago.”



Dean’s heart began to race at the possibility before him.



“Are you in a relationship with anyone?”



“No.”



“So who lives at your house?”



“Haley, Vanessa and me.”



“No one else?”



“No.”



This was something that Dean hadn’t even considered when he’d thought about the possibilities of his gift. He’d thought about all of his sexual fantasies coming true, but he hadn’t thought about a mother and her daughters. Now that he was, his erection was straining at his pants, and he took the opportunity that was staring him in the face.



“Julie, when you wake up, you will trust me completely, and you will want me to come with you to your place. You will be attracted to me, and will be sad if I leave.” he said. He was taking this one slow, not making any explicit or extreme suggestions until he knew exactly what he was dealing with.



He told her to wake up, and her face lit up like a christmas tree when she saw him.



“My name’s Julie.” she said, forgetting that she’d already told him while she was under his spell.



“I’m Dean.” he replied. “Listen, it sounds like you need some help with this party. If you don’t mind, I could help.”



“That would be great!” said Julie with a big smile, and she touched his arm affectionately. Together they finished their shopping, and he helped her get it all into her car. He followed her home in his car, and before long he was helping her bring all of her groceries into the house. A young woman was at the door waiting for Julie, and she eyed Dean with surprise and suspicion.



“Who’s this?” she asked as she took some of the shopping bags out of Julie’s hands.



“Oh, this is Dean. He offered to help me with the shopping, and I just couldn’t say no. Dean this is Vanessa.”



Dean said hello, but Vanessa just stared at him. She looked just like her mother, but slimmer and not as endowed in the chest. Her breasts looked more like full C cups compared to Julie’s generous bosom. Another young woman came running into the room, but stopped short at the sight of Dean.



“Hi Haley, sweetie.” said Julie. Dean picked his moment.



“Karmina.” he said, and all three women froze and went blank.



“Haley, who else is in the house?” he said as he closed the front door.



“Mom, Vanessa and me.”



“No one else?”



“No.”



“Who is coming for the birthday party?”



“No one. It’s a family party.”



This was perfect. He admired the three women in front of him, and his mouth was watering at what he had planned. Haley was the spitting image of Vanessa, only shorter, and not quite as slim, but still not as heavy as her mother. Both of the girls had long black hair, just like their mother, but neither of them were quite as curly as hers. Haley’s hair was in a neat, swishy ponytail, and Vanessa’s was loose over her shoulders.



“Are any of you in a relationship?” he asked. As horny and powerful as he felt, he didn’t want to ruin anyone’s life. All three women said no in unison.



Dean thought about what he had in front of him right now. He decided that he didn’t want to make them his slaves, at least not yet. He decided to have some fun first.



“When you wake up, all three of you will be attracted to me, and will want me to stay with you in your house. You’ll all find me sexually attractive and when you look at me you’ll only be able to think about having sex with me.”



If this was done right, then he wouldn’t be changing their individual behavior or personalities, but just adding sexual attraction to the mix, which meant that they wouldn’t act any different toward each other than normal.



When he woke them up, all three of them smiled and welcomed him to their home. He helped Julie put the groceries away, and the two girls were hanging around while they did. When he looked in their direction, he saw them quickly look away, blushing. He spent a while talking to them all, getting to know about them, and the girls were eager to tell him all about themselves. They were giggling and laughing while they talked, clearly infatuated with him, and at one point he felt Julie’s hand on his ass when she came up behind him to hand him a glass of coke.



“Hey, do you wanna see my room?” Haley asked, and practically dragged Dean out of his chair and up the stairs before he could answer. She took him to her room, and closed the door behind them. She was blushing even more now, and breathing slightly harder.



“This is my room, what do you think?” she asked. Dean looked around, and saw all sorts of things that he half-expected a teenage girl to have in their room. There was a stereo, posters of bands, stuffed animal toys on a shelf and dirty clothes on the floor. Haley kicked some of the clothes out of sight in embarrassment and seemed not sure how to stand as she moved her arms from her hips to her head then crossed across her chest. Dean watched her, amused. He noticed that her hands often wandered to below her waist, and her fingers were fiddling with the drawstring of her sweatpants. Her nipples were very prominent through her shirt.



“It’s a nice room.”



“Thanks.” she said with a nervous smile, and took a step toward him. Finally she was pressed right up against him, and she started to undo his belt as she looked into his eyes. She slowly slid down onto her knees without breaking eye contact, and she bit her lower lip as she unzipped his pants, and reached in to pull out his raging erection. It was as stiff as a steel rod, and oozing pre-cum like crazy. Haley suddenly became breathless as she looked at it, and Dean wondered if maybe she was a virgin.



She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and started to suck. After that she got lost in the moment and took the whole thing in her mouth. Dean instantly knew that she was an amateur, but still enjoyed her efforts as she enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down on his dick. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and Haley pulled her head up sharply. Dean’s cock popped out of her mouth with a wet ‘pop’.



“Fuck.” she said, softly, and quickly tried to stuff Dean’s hard on back into his pants. He took over and zipped up just as the door opened and Haley stood up, looking flushed and embarrassed. Vanessa was standing out in the hallway, and looked at the two of them standing in the middle of Haley’s room, with Haley trying to appear nonchalant with some saliva around her mouth.



“I need to talk to you Dean.” Vanessa said, and walked away without waiting for him to follow. He quickly caught up to her, leaving a pouting Haley alone in her room, and Vanessa led him to her room.



“I know what you were doing in there.” she said as she closed the door. She looked stern and serious as she said it, and Dean started to get a little worried.



“Look, I know what it looks like, but . . . “



“You don’t need to say anything, Dean. I just want to tell you that you don’t want to get involved with my sister.”



“Why not?” he asked, still slightly worried. She took a step closer to him, and laid a hand on his crotch.



“Because she’s a virgin, and doesn’t know how to please a man.”



She turned around to lean forward and onto her bed, so that she was standing over it, and hiked up her skirt to show that she wasn’t wearing any panties.



“Don’t you want a girl with a bit more experience?” she asked. Dean was caught by surprise. It looked like he was in the middle of some kind of sibling rivalry. Not that he was complaining, this was turning out to be fun. He stepped closer, and stroked her bare ass before him. She moaned slightly and moved back to pressed her ass against his crotch. Dean undid his pants again, letting them fall to the floor around his feet, and he made no hesitation in slipping his erect cock into Vanessa’s already hot and moist snatch. By now Dean was extremely horny, and he let her know this by grabbing onto her waist with both hands and pulling her hard onto his prick. He didn’t bother to start slowly either, and she didn’t seem to mind as he slammed his hips against her round ass again and again, powering his cock into her pussy. Vanessa bend down further so that she could bury her face in the sheets to stifle her screams of pleasure, but Dean wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to lean back up. He wasn’t hurting her, that he could tell, just letting her know that he was in control. She seemed to like it, and was furiously rubbing her clit as fast as she could. The sound of their fucking was loud and obscene. The sound of his hips hitting her ass, the grunts and groans from Dean and the mewling moans from Vanessa, as well as the wet sound of her pussy being penetrated over and over.



After a while, Vanessa became more frantic in her rubbing, and she was moving back onto Dean’s cock even more than before. He knew that she was getting close, and he redoubled his efforts, pulling on her hips even more to pull her onto him even harder. When her orgasm struck, it was very loud. She screamed out in raw, primal pleasure, and her whole body was shaking. Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor, draped forward over the bed. Deans dick was still rock hard, and glistening wet with her juices. It was getting painful now, and he was getting desperate for release. He started to stroke his dick, but Vanessa saw and batted his hand away. She took his whole length into her mouth and started to clean her juices off of it. It was clear that compared to her sister, Vanessa was a pro at sucking dick. She wasn’t sucking so much, but letting her lips slide over his cock, and she let a lot of saliva build up to make the whole thing even more slippery. Her tongue was working wonders on the tip too. Every time she bobbed her head up, her tongue would swish around the tip, sending waves of tingling pleasure wash through him. He could feel his orgasm brewing in his balls, and he put his hands on her head, helping her keep the rhythm.



“Stop that right now you two!” said someone at the door, and both of them looked to see Julie standing in the open doorway, hands on her hips and red in the face. She looked furious. Haley was poking her head around the edge of the doorway, her eyes wide and glued to the scene before her, Vanessa on her knees with Dean’s rigid cock in her hand.



“Mom, I . . .”



“Don’t bother! Dean, come with me right now!!”



The moment that Vanessa had stopped sucking Dean’s dick, the pleasure she caused was quickly replaced by discomfort. Dean still hadn’t cum, and it was really getting to him. As he pulled up his pants and walked out of the room to follow Julie, he felt a small feeling of deja-vu. It was just like following Vanessa out of Haley’s room. He hoped that Julie intended for it to be the same as well, otherwise Dean would have to make a few suggestions to make it that way.



Julie led him to her room, and locked the door behind them. She was still red in the face, and her nipples were straining against the material of both her bra and shirt. Dean wondered how long she’d watched him and Vanessa before stopping them. She paced back and forth a few times before she spoke. She didn’t look directly at him.



“I don’t appreciate what you just did.” she said eventually.



“What do you mean?”



“I mean, I brought you to my home because I . . .” she hesitated, and her eyes were shimmering with held-back tears.



“Because what?” Dean prompted.



“Because I thought you wanted me.” said Julie in a small voice. She sighed and sat down on her bed, burying her head in her hands. Dean tentatively sat down beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. Dean’s suggestion of trusting him was still working, because she leaned over and fell into his arms. He stroked her back as she cried into his chest.



“When my husband left, I thought that was it for me.” she said. “I thought that it was all over, that I’d never find anyone ever again.”



“Do you want to tell me about it?” Dean asked.



“I’ve never told anyone about why he left.” she sobbed. Dean could feel his erection straining through his pants, and it was pressed hard against her as she leaned into him. There was no way she could not know it was there. She didn’t pull away though.



“It might make you feel better to tell someone.” said Dean. For a while she didn’t say anything, and when she finally did, it was in a quiet voice.



“He said I sickened him.” she muttered. “He stormed out of the house and never came back because of me.”



“Why? What happened?”



“I asked him to . . . do things. You know, in bed.”



Dean’s cock twitched, and he tried to shift away from her to make it more comfortable, but she had her arms around him now, and he couldn’t move away.



“What kind of things?” Dean asked. He wondered what kind of things would make a man leave his family in disgust.



“I asked him to . . . say things.”



“What things?” Dean whispered, and stroked her back some more. He let his hands fall a little to her side, and he touched the side of her breasts. She didn’t stop him.



“I wanted him to call me his bitch.” she said. “I wanted him to dominate me, to smack me and pull my hair. I wanted him to make me his, but he didn’t want that. He said I was a freak, and that it sickened him to be with me. So he left.”



“He was an asshole, Julie.” said Dean. “You can’t blame yourself for that.”



Julie sat up and started to pace around the room again.



“You don’t understand. I haven’t been with anyone since him. I haven’t felt the touch of a man in ten years. I’ve been afraid of it because of why he left, afraid that no one would want me. When I met you I thought that I was wrong, that you could want me. But the moment you come to my home, you’re in my daughter’s room, fucking her like a dog and pulling her hair!”

Marriage is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Two people joined in a union of sharing, caring and love.



Crap!



Susan’s marriage was all about maintaining good relationships between rivalling families. Anyone would think this was the Dark Ages, an arranged marriage of a white 18 year old, 5′ 6″, blonde goddess with perfectly pert tits and well rounded ass to the son of a billionaire crime boss. However, this was 2011 and Susan was walking down the aisle to meet the man she was betrothed to for the first time in her life.



Having recently moved to England, from America, Susan was the only daughter of a renowned crime family. Her father was the head of a mob that controlled most of the prostitution, drug and racketeering trade in several states. It was decided, when she was younger, that she would be joined with a family who controlled the European interests of the company. For this reason, she was kept house bound for most of her teenage life, with limited access to only female friends.



On her 18th birthday, she was told that her wedding would be the following week. All the arrangements had been made and her belongings had been packed for the flight the following day. Stunned, Susan could do no more than look down politely at her feet and nod her head. Arguing with her father was pointless, she’d seen her mother do it and now she was permanently hospitalised after he beat her senseless.



Women meant little in her father’s profession. They were just a means for pleasure or to create off spring. Aware that her father never loved her mother, it was unsurprising she was not going to be allowed to form a love match like her brothers. Although in their cases, the love match was very one sided, both their wives had little choice in the matter. Both often supported heavy bruising from ‘punishments’ afflicted upon them by their beloved husbands.



Susan led a sheltered life, but had never been ‘punished’ by anyone. Understanding early on that being the docile daughter was expected, she performed her role to perfection. Instead believing that her sister-in-laws ‘punishments’ were their own fault for disobeying their husbands and that when she was married she would never give her husband call for such treatment.



Now here she was, walking down to meet the man who would look after her and be her husband. Taking ownership of her from her father who currently held her arm in an almost vice like grip. If he doubted her commitment he needn’t have bothered. Upon sight of her new partner she was relieved. Tall, dark and handsome was a perfect description of John Smith.



Startlingly blue eyes, which seem to piece deep into her soul, watch her coming towards him. After reaching the church altar, he takes her hand in his and she gets a perspective of his strength as he crushes her fingers ever so slightly. Turning her eyes to look at him further, she sees a grin spread across his face as he squeezes tighter. Looking at her father, he just nods and she is released. Ownership is passed. All that is needed now are the words to cement the union and the consummation that was inevitable tonight.



From that moment on, everything seems to go in a blur. The ceremony is over in what seems like seconds and the following sit down meal and reception seem elaborately surreal and dreamlike. It occurs to Susan that she has not even spoken to her husband yet other than to proclaim her vows. Seeking him out, she finds him talking to her father and brothers.



Laughter and jesting abound, as the men discuss various issues, anecdotes and sporting news. Susan waits patiently for them to finish, knowing all too well that her father and brothers hate to be interrupted when they are talking. When finally they finish, her father looks over at her.



“She’ll make you a good wife. She’s been a faithful daughter and I’ve never had to beat her. I’ve kept her safe for you and I know for a fact she is still a virgin. I hope you’re very happy with her.”



Stunned at her father’s declaration of her maidenhood, Susan looks into the amused eyes of her husband, John.



“I think I’ll enjoy her very much. Thank you for raising her so well, she is quite the beauty. However, I think we’ll take your leave and make the most of the hotel room we have booked upstairs, time to take care of that cherry and make this marriage official.”



With even more laughter echoing in her ears, Susan is forcefully pulled away by John towards the hotel foyer. Susan struggles to keep pace in her high heels as he swiftly moves to the lifts. Whilst waiting for it to arrive, she is startled by his mouth suddenly locking upon hers. This is no chaste kiss, his lips mash against hers and his tongue slips inside. It feels like a violation, having never kissed this way before, she moves her head backwards to be stopped by John’s hand holding her firm. His large hand holding her neck with his fingers laced into her hair, it hurts as he pulls her in even deeper.



Responding in a way she hopes will please him, she gives over to the kiss hoping it will stop as soon as the lift arrives. However, as the doors open and the previous passengers vacate, he keeps possession of her lips and moves them inside. Once there and the door closes, he presses the executive button to the top floor and pushes her back against the wall. Never once does he break his hold or even seem to lose concentration with his exploration of her mouth.



Alone, pushed up against the mirrored wall, Susan starts to panic slightly. If a simple kiss was hard to bare what would their consummation be like? With him this close to her she could feel the threatening bulge in his pants, she can even feel it throbbing as he continues to kiss her fiercely. Unsure of what to do with her hands she keeps them limply by her sides, thus allowing him free access to her body.



Unreservedly, he moves to grasp her tits through her exquisite wedding gown. Finally overcome with emotions, Susan’s hand automatically comes up and slaps John’s face with as much force as she can muster. The sound echoes around the lift and the realisation of what she has done hits her with the reverberation. Slowly, looking into his eyes confirms her thoughts. Susan has just made the worst mistake of her life.



“Quite the swing, Darling! However that is no way to treat your new husband. I think it’s time you learnt your new role in life, My Pretty. From now on you belong to me, this is no ‘partnership’, you ain’t my ‘better half’. You’re mine to do with as I see fit. My father owns this city.



One more outburst like that and I’ll have you sectioned and thrown into the nearest mental asylum. Which, coincidentally, I own. There, I’ll get them to strap you to a table where I can do what the hell I want to you. Whilst the rest of the time, they’ll send electric shocks through that perfect body of yours until you pass out from the pain.



Now, I don’t want to hear a sound out of you unless I ask, you’ll do everything I want and you’ll smile and be polite. You father raised you better than this, I’d hate for you to disappoint him!”



Standing dumb from disbelief, Susan is unable to react as John takes her flimsy bodice in both hands and rips it clean down the front. Two pert tits fall freely out as the dress provided all the support she needed and now that had been removed. The air conditioning in the lift causes her nipples to harden automatically making them look enticingly edible.



Taking one in each large hand, John proceeds to pinch them both mercilessly whilst resuming his attack on her mouth with his tongue. Having never felt a man touch her, Susan is shocked by how much her body is reacting. Never did she think her breasts would be so sensitive, each pinch sending waves of pain through her body but also tiny shimmers of something that causes something deep inside of her to warm and tingle.



Inside John’s head is an array of sexual possibilities, when his new wife’s father and his had planned all of this over 10 years ago, he’d been a stroppy lad who hadn’t really liked the idea. At the time, Susan was only 8 and he couldn’t see how this would work out. However, now he could see the potential, at 29 he’d had many sexual partners, not all of the 100% willing, and lived out many of his fantasies. However, none of them he could keep. Now this kid had turned into a buxom goddess and he had the keys to the kingdom.



Ripping her gown further down her body, John takes a step back and looks at his new toy. Watching Susan shake as her dress hangs at her waist, whilst being observed, causes his cock to grow even harder. Perfect 10 with tits to die for. Callously, he orders her to do a little turn for him. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him, this causes her dress to lose all stability and it pools around her feet just as the elevator grinds to a halt and the doors open.



Susan grabs for her dress to once again be stopped by her husband. Wrenching the garment from her body, he hurls it away and pulls her semi-naked into the corridor. Stood only in her silky white pants with hold up stockings and high heels, she can see in the lift mirror the picture she makes. With nipples red and erect from John’s pinching she looks like a wanton slut. Ashamed, she tries to cover herself the best she can with her arms.



“Don’t you dare hide my property! I own that stunning body of yours and I don’t want it covered up. Put your hands on the back of your neck, stand up tall and walk out of the lift and to my room door. I want to watch that sweet ass shake and swing.”



With a light swat, Susan does as she is instructed, wiggling her ass as much as she can. She knows his earlier threat is true, she knew he owned several businesses including a mental institution. One look in his eyes and she knows that one serious mistake from her could be her undoing. Also, she knows that her father would stand by and let it happen as she was no longer his concern.



Nervously, Susan enters the corridor to find that John’s room is the only one on the floor. That means he’s booked the pent house for the night. Thankful that no one else would see her in this compromising position, Susan stands patiently by the door.



John, admiring the view, comes up behind her, picks her up and throwing her into a fireman’s lift. Opening the door he ‘carries her over the threshold’ and moves straight to the bedroom. Here he unceremoniously dumps her face down on the Emperor sized, four poster bed and strips off his own clothes.



Susan lies silently as her husband disrobes, she has never seen a grown man’s cock before and after only feeling it though his trousers she knows this one is ready for action. Once naked, her husband takes no time in dragging her by her legs to the end of the bed, bending her over the edge. With no warm up he shoves his cock straight into her dry cunt and Susan cries out in shock.



With a grunt, John pushes past her cherry with vigour and plants himself to the hilt. Holding still he looks down at his wife and smiles. So she was a virgin? He’d felt something break inside her and adored the tightness of her cunt. Pleased that he’d at least got what he’d paid for, John slowly pulls out to the tip. Digging his fingers into her hips he uses them like handles to violently pull them backwards onto him as he thrusts forward.



Susan screams again as his cock is forced back inside her repeatedly, feeling his balls bouncing off her ass as he buries himself in deep with each stroke. It seems forever until his grunts get deeper and he suddenly stops.



“I have no intention of getting you pregnant yet, My Pretty. I don’t want some rug rat getting in the way of having some fun with my new plaything. Also, there is more than one cherry I’d like to take today.”



With an evil laugh, John pulls his rock hard cock out of Susan’s aching cunt and aims it at his new goal. Spreading her ass cheeks apart with his fingers, he shoves the tip of his erection into her anus. Barely making it through, he gives her little time to adjust as he grasps her tits and uses those to pull her backwards to impale her onto his thrusting weapon.



Susan feels like she is going to be ripped open, the cock in her ass causes immense pain as it pushes up inside her. The rough fingers on her tits squeeze them painfully hard and her body is helpless to protect itself. As John picks up the pace, Susan struggles to stay conscious. Her brain wanting to shut her down from the pain, but she knows that this will not help.



Fighting to stay awake, she looks blankly at a picture on the hotel wall. It shows a woman and man obviously in love. He is kneeling, holding out a flower towards her. Romance, not the brutal violation she is suffering at the hands of her own husband. It seems John is graced with exceptional stamina, as he takes his time to unload his cum deep into her bowels. His last shove almost breaks her hips with its force.



John collapses against Susan’s back. Wow, it’s never been that good before. Normally, afterwards, he’d have to get his body guards to pay off the girl or give her a beating to warn her to keep her mouth shut. However, here was a girl he could do what he wanted to and she didn’t have to go anywhere. He could do it all again and she’d have to take it.



A slow smile creeps across his face as he spanks her harshly on the ass and pulls out his cock with an audible pop. Spreading her ass apart, he can see his cum dripping out her hole mixed with a tiny amount of blood. He’d have to be careful. He didn’t want to break her too soon. That would spoil all the fun.



Using her hair, he pulls Susan to her feet. The wincing in her eyes betrays the pain she is feeling inside. Shoving her towards the bathroom, he orders her to clean herself up and to bring back a cloth to sort him out.



With no hesitation, Susan almost runs to the privacy of the bathroom. Here she uses a soft cloth to clean the cum and blood out of her ass and cunt. Selecting another, she dampens it and wills herself to return to the bedroom. It takes her several minutes to build up the courage to leave, but knows that if she takes much longer she may displease him and fears his wrath.



Finding him sat at the end of the bed with his trousers round his ankles, she goes over and kneels in front of him. Using the cloth carefully, she removes traces of their bodily fluids from his cock. John moans softly as her soft administrations renew his erection. Wrenching the cloth from her, he grasps her hand and places it against him. Wrapping her fingers around his base and using her hand to wank himself. Her hands are soft and their touch almost sends him spewing cum all over the place. However, he’s honed his skill of control and has more in mind than a quick hand job.



Locking his fingers around her neck, he pulls her head until her painted lips are touching his pulsing cock. Again, one brush of that soft mouth is nearly his undoing, but he holds back and pushes himself past their barrier. Here he hits a wall of teeth that seem unmoving.



“Open wide, My Pretty. I’d hate to have to knock all those teeth out before I can carry on, but I will. I plan to shove myself right down that elegant throat of yours and fuck your face like I did that cunt and ass. When I cum, you’ll swallow the whole lot.”



Distraught, Susan reluctantly opens her jaw and allows the rock hard flesh into her mouth. Instead of resting there it proceeds straight to the back of her throat and she struggles not to gag. His hand on the back of her neck makes sure she cannot escape the infiltration and she closes her eyes to focus on her breathing.



John then does exactly as he explained, moving in and out of her, using her face like a cunt and fucking it for all it’s worth. Her constricting throat is delightful and it doesn’t take long until he buries himself deep and shoots his load straight down her gullet. There is no chance of any leaking with him stuffed inside, but after a cruel thought he pulls out and shoots the last drops onto her face.



Bending down to smear the cum across her face, John looks down on Susan with a fake angry glare.



“I said every drop, My Pretty. Looks like some escaped. So I guess I’d better teach you a lesson. It’s only a drop so I’ll only punish you a bit. That seems fair.”



With that, he pulls the belt from the trousers around his ankles and stands in front of Susan. Instructing her to wrap her arms around his legs, whilst she is still on her knees, he flicks the belt backwards and then flips it forwards, over her shoulders and landing it across her bare back. Straight away a red mark appears on her china doll skin and it is joined by several more in quick succession.



After several more lashes, he drops the belt and makes her stand and turn for him, keeping her arms locked on her neck so his view is not obscured. Pleased with his handiwork he orders her to re-dress and directs her to the oak wardrobe in the corner.



Inside is a red dress, cut low at the front all the way down to her navel with only a small broach to keep her breasts out of view. The high back covers her battered body and a slit on the side goes all the way up to her hip. Deadly looking stilettos accompany the outfit and she is shocked to see everything fits perfectly but also to see that no underwear has been provided.



Dressing quickly to regain some dignity, Susan is dismayed that the dress reveals more than she anticipated. The cloth is so thin that her dark nipples are clearly visible and the high slit shows a great deal of flesh as she walks. The shoes are difficult to balance in but she maintains her composure and walks back to her husband.



John has also redressed and is in the process of cutting up the hotels white bed spread. The section he takes is the patch where her maidenhood has bled, a lasting souvenir of their consummation and proof of her virginity. Folding it expertly he tucks it into his handkerchief pocket of his jacket so that he can display it proudly.



Barely uttering a word to her, he briefly allows her to refresh her make-up and then walks her back towards the elevator, past the shredded wedding gown. Once inside and the doors close, John takes the opportunity to view his bride. The dress was a perfect choice, showing off her new complete lack of innocence.



In his own way he was proud of her, he’d taken her roughly and she’d bared it well. Her walk was hampered by the soreness but she was carrying on with her duties and she wasn’t a hysterical wreck. Later, he was going to thank his father and apologise for doubting his management of his nuptials. John had every intention of enjoying this new union and seeing how far he could push his new wife.



Taking a brief opportunity to grope her before the elevator stopped, John crushed Susan against the mirrored wall. Shoving his hand up and under her skirt and straight between her thighs, using his own knee to open them, he digs his fingers into her slit and fucks them in and out. Once again probing her mouth with his tongue, he continues until the elevator bell rings and then disentangles himself.



Leading her by a secure grip on her arm he directs her back to their wedding reception in the grand main hall. Outside it is getting dark and a few members have returned home or to their hotel rooms. However, some continued to make the most of the disco provided and the open bar. Seeing their fathers deep in conversation, John steers his wife over to them.



“I’d like to thank you Sir, you’re daughter was very pleasing in the bedroom and I have the evidence of her virginity in my pocket. I look forward to further business dealings between yourself and our end of the organisation. Father, thank you for arranging such an enticing bride for me to marry, I think she will be most agreeable and will hopefully provide us with an heir to the family fortune one day.”

Preface to our story.



Thank you to all who have given such great feed back to my newest series New Beginnings. Your emails were especially nice. I have a backlog of stories in my docs and submitted my afternoon with Sara, Part 3, before really finishing Part 2. Call it a sixties burnout that tried to drag then through the nineties, adult ADD, sexual nirvana whatever, I am back to finish my first experience with Steve and Sara set up by Ben. I hadn’t even though where they story was going to go, but wanted to get this to my nice supporters, so I stripped naked, got some lube, watched some porn and well, here it is. I hope it is as well received as the others.



I encourage you to read all in order with this as 2.1, but as they are really only my sexual fantasies/porn they probably stand alone.




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Back in Ben’s loft we left our friends about to return the pleasure I had given to Ben, Sara and Steve. They were in a huddle deciding who was going to do what. The great part was all three were going to give it to me.



Sara turned to me and asked me: “Favorite part, cock, mouth or ass?” Without thinking I quickly replied: “All three!”



“Enough of this planning and rules lets just return to Johnny some of the pleasure he gave us.” Says Sara.



“John, get comfortable on the bed on your stomach.” Directs Ben.



Excited to get going I reach the bed in a few steps. During the time lapse after pleasuring my new friends my cock had lost most of its tumescence.



It was early evening now and the only light was coming through Ben’s wall of windows so he went around the loft lighting some of the many candles located around the bed, shortly the place was filled with the subtle scent of the candles and their glow.



As I lay on the corner of the bed I saw Steve at my head, Sara at my side and Ben between my legs. They all started touching, stroking or caressing me, each in their own way. The varying intensity, length of caress and general difference between the three was very stimulating. Their touches while extremely arousing were more sensual that sexual.



At my head I could feel Steve very close, so close I felt him lift his soft cock to rest on the top of my head, that fucking beautiful cock was huge soft. Previously in my cock fantasies, the cock was always of average size, nothing extreme. Almost always uncut but about my size. I understood women or maybe even men being “size queens” but didn’t think that would interest me.



Well my first cock was an uncut beauty of larger than average and within days had sucked a huge cut one and loved both. Still a little hung up on having the smallest cock in the room, I felt reassured knowing I had given quality pleasure to three people within minutes of each other. And now they were about to return that pleasure.



Back to their attention. Ben was working my legs up to my butt and Sara was doing my back down to my butt. Steve was concentrating on my shoulders and arms. I have had a few massages, most with some form of happy ending but this was well beyond that.



I was thinking that it would be nice if all of us were covered in oil and able to roll around together. I would have to suggest that to the group later.



As I was on the corner of the bed their movement was a little limited but it hardly mattered. Sara was kneeling on the bed itself and Steve at one end and Ben on the side. Being a wanton slut I had to have more and started exploring with my hands. I was touching anyone within reach. Noticing this they all made it easier for me.



Sara sat on my hand and I loved feeling her hot, wet pussy running my fingers through her hair down to her clit, lips and slick opening. Ben placed his semi hard cock in my other hand so I could explore it and his balls.



Ben and Sara were now concentrating on my ass. Squeezing and spreading my cheeks, caressing my balls and running fingers through my ass crack and teasing my anus. This is a new erogenous area for me, long overlooked by previous lovers and knowing this Ben had extra incentive and Sara joining in really heightened my pleasure. Somehow Steve sensed my oral fixation and turning my head presented his cock to me. Still only semi hard I welcomed it into my mouth, sucking and licking the crown.



For years I have felt that my primary sex organ was my mouth, preferring to eat a pussy that fuck one. Now that I have sucked cock and can freely lick an anus I firmly believe this.



I was now moaning with some frequency and grinding my crotch into the bed. Seeing this Sara suggest it is time to roll me over. Eagerly doing this I roll right over. Before I am settled, Steve cradling my head guides me farther up the bed so I am at the edge making it easier for him to present his cock to my mouth.



Someone, Sara I think, takes my cock into their mouth down to the base and a hand continues to caress my balls, pulling them down stretching my sack.



Ben takes my ankles in his hands and lifts them to his shoulders and shifts from my balls to my anus. Wetting his fingers Ben starts pleasuring my anus. First circling it then gently penetrating bit with a finger tip. Then I feel his hot breath on my anus and finally his hot tongue. He is slathering spit all over my anus and relaxing I can feel him pushing it into me.



Sara now sees my balls unattended and adds them to her work. Sensing her pussy is out of reach she shifts so it once again falls onto my hand.



Steve’s’ cock is very hard now making it awkward for me to get a mouthful. Knowing I can’t get half of it into my mouth at best, I still want as much as I can get. Steve shifts to the side of the bed so I can turn my head and suck more of him in and he guides his big nut sack to my hand. Slowly but firmly Steve fucks my mouth ever aware of my depth limitations.



At the other end Ben lowers my leg nearest Sara to the bed, but holding the other up high rolls me to my side enough to drop down to rim me. This is some new level of heaven. A cock in my mouth, a mouth on my cock and a tongue in my ass. Working separately they sense my heightened level of pleasure and working together start bringing me to climax.



Speeding up his face fucking Steve asks: “How close are you and where do you want my cum?”



Moving just enough to speak I tell everyone I am very close and want Steve to cum right where he is.



Ben now has his lips surround and press hard to my anus and makes love to it with his tongue. Steve is giving me all I can handle and Sara is sucking me madly and I have spit running down my balls so copiously that Ben must be sucking it in.



Powerfully I feel it start in my anus, it is like a bolt of lightening and moves through my balls and up my cock into Sara’s’ mouth. Seeing this Steve with his great control lets loose shot after shot of hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. I can’t match Steve’s’ explosive gift but know I am giving Sara all I have. It seems to last forever and time appears to stop. I am overwhelmed, my cock is shooting, I am sucking, my hands are full of juicy pussy and hot pulsing balls and ass is being treated as an equal part of the beast that is my newly and fully explored sexuality.



Sensing that I am completely fucked my lovers pull back. A cock slides from my mouth, mine from another hot mouth and my ass is given one last long wet lick.



Smiling Ben says: “Welcome to our group.”

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This story is the brain child of my number one fan, Kirsty Mia, who requested I write a story based on one of her recurring piss fantasies. If you don’t like golden showers or wet sex, please don’t read any further. If you’re into that stuff as much as Kirsty and I are, read on and enjoy!



Please vote as many stars as you see fit and leave me a comment to let me know what you think!


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Kirsty Mia sat cross-legged on her bed. In front of her was her laptop, opened up to Literotica, of course. Under her was her thickest beach towel, folded three times.



And on the screen were the words.



His words.



The words that always made her cum so hard.



She sat there reading the latest story from her favorite Literotica writer in only her white cotton panties. Her left hand was squeezing and pinching her right nipple, while her right hand was rubbing her clit through the sodden material covering her hairless pussy.



As Kirsty Mia read his words, she continued to wet herself, releasing short blasts of her hot piss into her panties, the thick towel protecting her bed linen. She loved the feeling of hot urine on her most sensitive parts, and found the aroma of fresh piss incredibly intoxicating, even when it was her own.



Bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, she licked and sucked them, enjoying the taste of her own pee, wish it was his. She’s read everyone one of his golden shower stories, and always left him public comments of how his words brought her to the most incredible orgasms. She had also come to eagerly anticipate his inevitable replies, as he always responded to let her know how much her feedback meant to him. And this is how they started to get to know each other.



Over the months, and in between sharing their most private sexual fantasies, they would frequently email each other, just to talk about what’s going on in their lives. She learned that he was in a loveless marriage, with a wife who was no longer willing to indulge his kinks and fantasies, which is what got him started writing his erotic stories. He learned that she was single and very sexually active, but found it difficult (but not impossible) to find partners willing to embrace her deepest and dirtiest desires. Which is how she got started reading his stories on Literotica.



Soon they got past the anonymity of their Literotica handles, and knew each other’s full names. She thought it was kind of ironic that a write of piss stories would be named John. They had grown to a level of trust, where it seemed safe to share that information. As a matter of fact, this past year they shared Christmas cards, she sending hers to his office to avoid any trouble at home. Their online relationship had grown well beyond the standard reader/writer of erotic stories, and they both expressed their desire to meet in person, if the situation ever presented itself. They were kindred spirits, on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean.



Like the story unfolding on the screen before her, his narrative always hit most of her hot buttons, taboo situations with vivid detail on what the characters are thinking, planning and feeling. Long, slow build-up, with plenty of tension and desire. And when the story gets around to the requisite fucking, there is a lot of ass play, and the perfect amount of steamy hot piss, two of her favorite activities.



Sometimes it’s full-on golden showers, with the characters releasing the contents of their bladders on and in each other, drenching their clothes, hair and bodies. Other times it’s a leak here, or a squirt there, teasing the reader and making them wish for more. But with every story, it seems that the level and amount of pee play is just right for the characters and the situations that they find themselves in.



Returning her had to her pussy, this time pushing it under the waistband of her soaked, yellowing panties, she let her fingers glide over her clit, then dip into her moist folds, wet with her urine and natural vaginal secretions. The action on the screen was picking up, and the young woman in the story had her boss’s cock up her ass, the mail room boy in her pussy, while the black janitor with the horsecock covered all of them in piss.



Kirsty Mia ripped her panties off her body and grabbed the paper cup beside her, filling it with the remainder of her bladder. Wiggling on the butt plug that she had inserted before she sat down to read his story, she brought her buzzing vibrator to her engorged clit, as she slowly poured the hot piss from the cup over her face, letting it run down over her nose and mouth, dripping onto her aching nipples and down to her bare pussy, pooling on the towel in between her legs.



She didn’t have to fantasize about being the girl in the story, because she WAS the girl in the story. He had written this for her, based on one of her fantasies about some of her coworkers that she had described to him in her emails. She was mimicking the action on the screen, incredibly impressed on how vividly he could recreate her fantasy with only the few details she had provided, deftly filling in the gaps because he had gotten to know her so well.



As the characters in the story reached climax, the young secretary’s ass and pussy were being filled with cum, as the janitor pissed in her mouth, Kirsty Mia let out a long, loud moan, as her pussy clenched around the vibrator and she came in another mind blowing orgasm, provided once again by her favorite Literotica author, Peebudy, aka John.



After coming down from her ogasmic bliss, she instinctively went to click the Add a Comment tab, then hesitated with a giggle. Looking down at the RSVP cards lying next to her laptop, she thought to herself, “I’ll just tell him when he gets here!”



As luck would have it, the company John worked for was sold to an international conglomerate six months ago, whose headquarters was in London, just an hour and a half away from where Kirsty Mia lived. When the merger was completed, he learned that he would have to go oversees for management training, in September, which meant his wife wouldn’t be able to make the trip, because the kids would be in school. As soon as he made his flight reservations, he contacted Kirsty to let her know he was coming.



Two weeks later, he received an engraved invitation at his office. Opening the envelope, he found an invitation, an RSVP card and three round disks, one yellow, one white, and one red, covered in the same material as scratch off lottery tickets. In fancy, hand-written calligraphy, the invitation read:



You are cordially invited to the inaugural game of



Three Hole Roulette



The rules of the game will be explained upon your arrival.



You must bring the three enclosed disks with you



and the protective covering must still be in tact.



If you scratch off the covering, you will be disqualified



and not eligible to play.



Please use the RSVP card to reserve your spot on the team.



As with all athletic endeavors, be prepared for a work out



and drink plenty of fluids to stay hydrated.



Your hostess and playing field,



Kirsty Mia



The date, time and hotel name and room number was included on the invitation, and John noticed that is was scheduled for the Saturday after his training was completed. He was already booked to stay in town until the following Monday, for the cheaper airfare and to do a little sight seeing, so there was no way in hell he was going to miss this party. Thinking back to the many detailed fantasies she had shared with him over the past several months, John had an idea what this was all about, or at least he hoped it was what he thought it might be about. He quickly filled out the response card and tucked the three colored disks into his passport so he wouldn’t forget them.



Around the same time, on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, Michael was returning home after another long day at the restaurant, shuffling through the daily post as he unlocked the door to his flat. Opening the curious invitation he scanned it quickly, trying to make sense of it, a naughty smile coming to his face when he saw the name Kirsty Mia.



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It was about a month ago when she came into the restaurant he worked at late one night. She looked simply ravishing. Her auburn hair pulled back in a pony tail, showing off her sparkling green eyes and freckled complexion. She wore a silky white blouse that was loose around her frame, covering her smallish chest, but showing off the top of her lacy black bra. The black skirt hugged her tight hips and was smooth over her ample round ass. She stood about 5′ 6″ but gazing down her smooth legs at her black stiletto heels, Michael guessed she was five-foot-nothing in bare feet.



She sat down at a table, and he quickly walked over with a pitcher to fill her water glass and hand her a menu. She muttered, “Thank you” without really looking up from her phone. Grabbing the glass she quickly emptied most of it, her eyes glued to the story unfolding on her smartphone. It wasn’t just any story, but one of Peebudy’s stories, and her nipples started to poke through her bra under the loose fitting blouse.



Michael reappeared at her table to refill her water glass. As she heard the flow of the water and the tinkling of the ice, she felt a sudden urge between her legs, which just made the words on the screen that much more erotic. This time she looked up at Michael to say, “Thank you” and found herself awash in his beautiful smile and deep blue eyes.



Michael is often compared to Russell Brand, tall, thin, longish hair, cropped beard and moustache, and a scathing quick wit. She was just sitting there, bathing in the pools of his eyes, without saying anything for an uncomfortably long time. From his vantage point Michael could see down her blouse and was enjoying the sight of the freckled flesh of her breasts encased in that lacy black bra, so he didn’t mind the pregnant pause.



Finally breaking his gaze from her cleavage, he said, “Why don’t I get you some bread while you look over the menu” and headed back to the kitchen, hoping she might pull herself away from her phone long enough to make a dinner selection before he returned. Returning to the table, he set the basket of bread down and then once again refilled her empty water glass.



“You keep drinking like that you’ll have an accident,” he said with a smirk, as he slowly refilled her water glass.



Looking up to drown in those deep blue eyes again, she replied, “you say that like it’s a bad thing”, accentuating her statement with a sly smile of her own. She noticed his gaze has drifted south from her cleavage to the ample amount of thigh that was on display, her little black skirt having bunched up in her lap when she sat down, now barely covering the damp panties that were concealed underneath.



“It’s only bad if you waste it,” he quipped, then immediately regretted the innuendo with an unknown customer, realizing he needed to keep this job to pay the rent. It was bad enough that she was making his dick harden in his pants, the bulge in his pants thankfully hidden under his apron, but he couldn’t risk another complaint about him coming on to another young female customer.



“Don’t worry love,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye, “if I can’t make it to the loo, I’ll be sure to call you over so we don’t waste a drop.” Her cheeks immediately felt flush and she knew she was blushing, but John’s story was making her feel bold and randy. She watched Michael walk back to the kitchen, sure that she saw the tell-tale adjustment of his bulge as he entered the swinging door.



The flirting and innuendos continued through dinner, and they definitely seemed to be hitting it off. She learned that she was his last table for the night, so she took her time eating, enjoying several glasses of wine with her meal. She continued reading the story on her phone while she ate, and coupled with the flirting and the drinks, she ended the meal incredibly horny with a bladder that was ready to burst.



“So, are you part camel or do you have a wooden leg?” Michael asked as he brought her the check.



“Whatever do you mean?” she replied sarcastically, knowing full well what he was getting at.



“I’ve just never seen someone drink so much liquid without visiting the loo,” he explained, “are you saving it up for a rainy day?”



“This is summertime in England love,” she retorted, “you never know when you’re going to get caught in a warm, wet shower.”



He was sure she could see his growing erection despite his apron, so he quickly grabbed her credit card and retreated to the kitchen to run her charge. When he came back with her receipt, he thanked her for putting up with him, and for ending his shift on a high note. “If I’m not being too forward,” he continued, “I’d like to take you out for a drink sometime.”



“Well, if you’re interested in getting something to drink,” Kirsty offered, while adding a sizable tip to the bill, “meet me out front in 10 minutes.”



She watched him almost sprint to the kitchen to change out of his uniform and close out his shift. She knew he’d also have to come back to clean up her table, so she couldn’t help leaving him a little extra incentive. Hiking up her skirt, she shifted in her seat so only her panty covered crotch was in contact with the woven material of the seat cushion. Relaxing her bladder, she felt her internal damn burst and she flooded her panties with her golden nectar, leaving a large tell-tale stain on the chair.



Standing up with a giggle, she admired her handiwork while she smoothed her skirt back over he sodden panties, and walked quickly to the front door to wait for Michael to join her.



“Oh my God, you’re a nasty one,” Michael mock scolded her as he closed the gap between them, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him. Not waiting for a response, he leaned into her and planted a long, wet kiss on her lips. As she probed back into his mouth with her tongue, he started to explore her body with his hands, rubbing over her silky blouse and reaching down to her thigh, moving his hand upwards under her short skirt.



Spreading her legs, she invited his hand to move further, until his fingers came in contact with her piss soaked panties. At that moment, she felt the kiss abruptly end as he pulled his head back in shock.



“You really did it?” he exclaimed, assuming that she had just poured her water glass on the chair to bust his balls, his hand still cupping her damp crotch under her skirt.



“I told you I wouldn’t waste it love!” she replied, releasing her bladder again and flooding his hand to emphasize her point.



This made him practically lose his mind, and he started kissing her like a madman, his hand dipping inside her panties and fingering her while she continued to piss over his probing digits. Realizing that they were standing on a well lit street in front of his restaurant, he pulled his lips off hers and said, “Don’t waste any more of it, hun,” cupping her pussy again in an attempt to stop her stream, “you promised me a drink, remember?”



Grabbing her hand, they practically ran to his flat, which was just around the corner, and soon they were sucking and fucking in every position imaginable, covering each other with cum and piss. She did give him that drink she promised, as he swallowed her golden nectar directly from her spread open cunt, while tonguing her clit. Shortly there after, at the conclusion of one of the best blow jobs he had ever received, she washed down a mouthful of his cum with a torrent of his hot urine. They fell asleep that night as a tangled naked mess, huddled up in the only dry spot they could find on his bed.



Unfortunately he had to get up early the next morning to work the opening shift at the restaurant. Before he left, he covered her naked body with a blanket, placing a peck of a kiss on her exposed ass prior to covering it, hoping she’d be there when he got back. Alas, when he got home later that afternoon, she was gone.



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Michael hadn’t heard from her again until receiving her invitation today. Needless to say, he quickly completed the RSVP card and tucked his coins away in his wallet. He figured he’d quit his job if he couldn’t get the day off on Saturday, as he wasn’t going to pass up another chance to be with this totally inhibited and unflappable lover.



Leafing thru the rest of the mail, sorting out the junk from his and his flat mate’s mail, he suddenly called out with a hint of anger in his voice, “Jason, get your ass out here!”



Jason stumbled out of his room, half asleep and dressed only in a pair of baggy boxer shorts, like he did most mornings. “What’s the problem mate?” he asked Michael, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he shuffled toward the kitchen.



“What the hell is THIS?” Michael yelled, shoving a familiar looking envelope into his flat mate’s hands.



“I dunno,” said Jason, a little hung over and perplexed at what was up Michael’s ass. “Looks like an invitation of some sort,” the three colored coins falling to the floor as Jason fumbled to rip the envelope open. Still trying to get his eyes to focus in the bright morning light, Jason read the name Kirsty Mia on the invitation and gasped “Oh bollocks!”



Suddenly he realized why Michael might be upset, and he started to stammer out an apology.



“It wasn’t my fault!” Jason blurted out, “I didn’t know who she was. It was an accident.”



“What the hell happened and why would she be inviting YOU to this event too?”



Jason rubbed his hand over his bald head, trying to recall the events of that morning several weeks ago. Jason was a soccer player which was evident by his lean, firm body. He was about 5′ 10″ and 175 pounds, with zero percent body fat. As he remembered the events of that fateful morning, his dick began to harden and poke out of the gaping fly in the front of his boxer shorts. Ironically, that’s how he managed to get himself that invitation too.



“I heard you get up and leave for your early shift,” Jason started recounting his tale, “so I thought the flat was empty.”



“Go on,” Michael encouraged, trying to avert his eyes from the growing length of cock now sticking out from Jason’s shorts. In addition to being in tremendous shape, Jason had an unusually large cock that bent up like a boomerang, with a huge mushroom head.



“Well, I stumbed out of bed like I usually do, and shuffled into the loo, where I saw this incredibly cute and naked redhead sitting on the toilet.”



Michael stood there listening, already figuring where this story was going.



“I said, ‘sorry hun, just popped in to drain the monster’,” Jason continued, “and I was trying to hide my morning wood.”



“She replied, ‘Sorry hun, beat you to it,’ then spread her legs and started to piss.”



“Yeah, that sounds like Kirsty Mia,” Michael conceded, actually hoping he didn’t have to hear all the gory details at this point.



“Well, mate, you know how I get around a pissing woman,” Jason admitted, “and my cock grew and peeked out, kind of like it’s doing now.”



“I can see that,” Michael pointed out to him, “how about you put that thing back in its cage.”



Tucking himself back in, Jason told Michael how she stared at his growing cock while she pissed, and licked her lips and smiled, so he walked closer to her. He explained how the sound of her piss hitting the water was not only making him harder, but making it harder to hold back his own need to pee. He said how she reached up and grabbed his cock and started to rub it, and then looked in his eyes and just said ‘go ahead.’



“Michael, her legs were spread so wide open, that I thought she was just going to point my cock between them and let me piss in the toilet,” Jason defended himself, “I swear on the Queen I had no idea she was going to do what she did.”



“So what did she do?” Michael asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.



“She pointed it down, alright,” Jason continued, “but as soon as I started pissing, she aimed it at her clit.”



He continued to explain how his piss splashed all over her pussy and she started to rub herself which splattered his piss over both of them. She continued to rub her pussy, then raised his cock so his piss pelted both of her nipples, until her entire torso was soaked in his hot urine. Finally, she pointed his cock at her face, then opened her mouth and drank the rest of his golden liquid.



“When my piss died down, she took me in her mouth and sucked me until I filled her mouth with my cum,” Jason said with more pride than regret. “After that she just showered quickly, dressed and left. I’m not sure what this invitation is all about, but if it’s a problem for you, I just won’t go. Your friendship means more to me than some piss slut from Brighton”



“Naw, that’s okay,” Michael offered, “I’m not sure why I was getting jealous. It’s not like we were dating or anything.”



“Thanks Man,” Jason replied, “I’m glad you feel that way, because I’m really interested at having another go with that wildcat.”



“I hear ya!” Michael agreed, promising to drop both of their RSVPs in the post on his way to work that morning.



* * * * * *



Back her in room, Kirsty Mia fondled the three RSVP cards, eagerly looking forward to next Saturday. She hoped that Michael and Jason would be alright coming together, but didn’t really know who else to invite, because she needed two other guys who were totally into pee. Looking down at her Literotia screen, she realized that the only unknown quantity was John.



She ran John’s RSVP card under her nose again, sure she could smell his cologne on it. She hoped he would be as tender and attentive a lover as he is in his stories, and at least as good looking as his pictures. She knew he was older, going to be 50 this year, and that he had a bit of middle-aged spread. However, his face was extremely handsome, especially his twinkly brown eyes. He was very modest about his cock size in his stories, and she was hoping he wasn’t too small. The more she thought about him, she found herself vacillating between being incredibly turned on by the prospect of finally getting to meet him in person, and being terrified that she has set herself up to be totally disappointed.



* * * * * *



As John sat in the training class, he continued to day dream about what might be in store for him in a few short days. He and Kirsty had agreed that they wouldn’t meet or contact each other until the day of the event. This supposedly would allow him to concentrate in his training classes, and keep her from chickening out. He knew from her emails that this event would include another guy or two, because most of her fantasies did, but he was also assured that there would be no expectation of any guy-guy action.



Since he made his travel reservations, he started to watch what he ate, so he could lose weight and be in better shape when they finally got together, knowing this would make him more comfortable in front of the other guys. His hard work had paid off, and he was looking forward to showing off his new body to her on Saturday.



* * * * * *



Michael and Jason were first to arrive at the hotel on the day of the big event, heading straight up to the specified room, on the top floor. When they got there they found the door ajar, being held open by the deadbolt leaning against the outside door jamb. They pushed the door open, calling out for Kirsty Mia, but got no answer. They caught site of the bar in the far corner of the room and headed straight for it, where Jason fixed them both a scotch on the rocks.



Looking around the huge room they figured it had to be the honeymoon suite. There was a gas-lit fireplace on the opposite wall, and a large leather sofa in the middle of the room. There was a large set of double-doors on the West wall, which they figured was the master bedroom. They both fiddled with their set of colored disks as they talked about the strange invitation, trying to guess at what she might have in store for them that night.



“Hello?” the voice called into the room in an obvious American accent, as the door pushed open.



“Hey Pops, I think you’re lost,” Michael called back with a snicker, “the shuffleboard court is down by the pool.”



As Michael and Jason shared a hearty laugh at his expense, John looked at the two strapping young men and wondered if he had gotten himself in over his head. He saw their sets of colored disks on the bar and realized he was in the right place. Fear and doubt started to creep into his head, but then he fought back against those feelings. Stirring up his courage, he pulled his disks out of his pocked and then quipped back “Sorry I’m late boys, but after I finished fucking your mum,” pointing at Michael, then Jason, “your mum demanded that I cum on her face before she would let me leave.”



There was an awkward silence for several moments, and then Michael and Jason burst out in laughter.



“Get your ass over here you Yankee sonofabitch,” called Jason, then quickly poured a third drink stiff drink and handed it to him for him.



The three men introduced themselves to each other and started discussing how they all new Kirsty Mia, Michael and Jason continually talked over and interrupted each other to try to tell John their own Kirsty encounter story first. They clinked their glasses, talked loudly and were well into their third drink when they heard the sound of someone clearing their throat in the center of the room.



The room fell silent and the three men turned slowly to see Kirsty Mia standing in the center of the room, in sort of a green felt toga with white stripes draped over her body, barely covering her naughty bits, and showing off the full length of her legs, almost up to her crotch. Realizing they were finally in the same room, in person, she ran to John and they embraced tightly, her rock hard nipples burrowed into his chest as he held her within his strong arms. They hugged each other like they never wanted to let the other go.



After a few long minutes, Kirsty Mia pulled herself away and turned toward the bar, holding him by his hand. “Michael, Jason, this is Peebudy….err….I mean John.”



“Thanks for the introduction love,” replied Michael, “but we covered that about 20 minutes and three drinks ago! Can we get on with it then?”



Kirsty pulled John toward the bar, and he took his seat next to the other two while she walked around behind the bar.



“I see you all have your disks,” she said, “you boys follow directions well.”



“So what’s with your get up?” Jason asked, gesturing at her with his drink glass.



“You of all people should understand, Jason,” she replied. “You see tonight, I’m not only your bitch, but I’m your PITCH!”



Michael and Jason laughed at the pun, but John stood there looking confused.



“You daft Yankee,” Michael explained, “over here a football…errr…soccer field is called a pitch. She’s telling us she’s our playing field for the night.”



“So what are the rules of the game love?” asked Jason, his competitive nature kicking in.



“OK, listen up, because this is a little confusing, but it should be fun,” she continued. “I call this game Fuck, Cum, Piss, although it doesn’t have to be in that order. Each of you has three disks. The Red Disk will tell you which of my holes you get to Fuck. The White Disk will tell you where to deposit your cum. And the Yellow Disk tells you which of my holes you get to fill with your piss.”



“You can trade your coins with each other now,” Kirsty continued, “but each of you must have a red, white and blue disk, and once the coating is scraped off, the game is set. Any questions?”



The three men looked at each other suspiciously, neither of them willing to swap any of their disked. They then grabbed coins from their pockets and started scraping off the protective coating to see which holes they’d get to use for each activity.



“You’ve obviously put a lot of thought into this,” said John, staring at the body he had only conjured in his mind up until now.



“You have no idea honey,” she replied, pointing over to the open doors leading to the master bedroom, from where she had magically appears moments ago.



The men looked through the now open double-doors and saw that the floor was totally covered in plastic and there were candles lit all around the room.



“The mattress is covered in a rubber pad, and I had them put a triple layer of bath towels under the satin sheets,” Kirsty explained, proud of the thought and preparation she put into this event. “A good friend of mine is the night manager here, and she helped me with the details.”



Standing up and handing her his Yellow Disk, John grabbed her hand and lead her to the master bedroom, the other two men in close pursuit. Looking down at the disk, Kirsty Mia saw the word MOUTH peeking out from the scratched off coating, excited that her mouth would soon be filled with the golden nectar that she had repeatedly fantasized about while reading each of his erotic piss stories.



“Hey fellas,” John turned to ask a favor of them, “I’ve traveled a long way and waited a long time to be with her, and judging from your stories, I’m the only one yet to experience her talents. You mind if I get things started?”



“She’s all yours mate,” Jason and Michael said, almost in unison.



They watched as John hugged her again and gave her a long, slow, deep soul kiss. Reaching behind her he loosened the belt on the toga and let it fall to the floor, bunching up around her feet. Kirsty stepped out of the garment and flung it to the other side of the room with a quick flick of her foot.



John stood there and examined her body, which seemed to shiver in the anticipation of the events about to unfold. Her pert breasts, capped with her pebble hard nipples, heaved up and down as she drew in and released her breath. He could see the sheen of the moisture on her smooth bare pussy, and the reflection of her beautiful round butt in the full length mirror on the opposite wall.



Instinctively, she knelt in front of him, and reached up to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. She unzipped them and grabbed his pants and boxers in her hands and slowly lowered them to his ankles, causing his rock hard cock to spring out and nearly hit her in the face. It was John’s turn now to step out of his pants and fling them out of the way. He shrugged his shirt off as she reached up and took his cock into her hands, both of them now naked in the middle of the candle-lit room.



She looked at it like it was a precious artifact, and smiled. It was a nice cock. Not huge like Jason’s, but certainly not as small as he lead her to believe. She stuck out her tongue and ran it up the underside of his shaft and then closed her lips around the purple, circumcised head.



Her head bobbed slowly up and down his shaft, while she fondled his balls. Jason looked at the work MOUTH on his Red Disk and elbowed Michael with a mock “what the fuck?” expression on his face. Michael snickered and continued to watch the action unfolding in front of them.



Kirsty pulled his cock from her mouth and just started to stroke it lightly. She settled back and rested her bottom on her heels. She then lifted her breasts up, leaned her head back and opened her mouth, awaiting the inevitable.



“I’ve waited so long to taste your piss John,” Kirsty said, while she looked up at the single eye winking at her from the end of his prick, “fill me.”



With a quick squirt, John’s piss flew from his cock and splashed across her face and open mouth. She laughed as the warm liquid dripped down on the flesh of her freckled breasts. With a little more concentration, his piss started again, this time in a forceful hot stream that was aimed directly at her open mouth.



“Oh Kirsty, I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” John moaned as his piss filled her open mouth, “it’s so much better than I ever imagined.”



He watched in awe as he saw his piss bubbling up over her tongue. Not yet swallowing, she let his piss spill out of her open mouth, and it ran over her chest and belly, then down to her hairless pussy, pooling on the plastic between her knees.



With her eyes locked on John’s, she closed her mouth and he saw her throat flex, knowing his hot piss was now running down the inside of her body, the same way it flowed over the outside. While her mouth was closed, John directed his piss to splash off her aching nipples.



“Oh John, that feels sooooo good,” Kirsty moaned in reply, while her hands reached up to push her tits into his piss stream, “you are definitely my pee buddy”



Remembering the rules of the game, he directed his piss back toward her face, and she swallowed another mouthful before his stream died down to a dribble.



Licking the piss off his cock and balls, she looked up and said, “Oh my fucking God….I waited a LONG time to do that with you,” wiping her chin with the back of her hand, “it was delicious!”



“Hello? Remember us?” said Michael and Jason, who were now stark naked and moving toward Kirsty to pull her back to her feet.



Cat-like, Kirsty Mia crawled up on the oversized round bed in the middle of the room and seductively looked over her shoulder, where she saw Michael and Jason crawling up on the bed to join her.



John stared at Jason’s enormous cock for an uncomfortable number of seconds while he wondered how she was going to get her mouth around the tennis ball sized head at the tip of his bent shaft. He then watched in awe as Kirsty unhinged her jaw and opened wide, easily taking the pulsating head into her mouth.



Meanwhile, Michael crawled up behind her and guided his impressive tool into the folds of her soaking wet cunt. The two flat mates worked together, simultaneously fucking her at both ends, their synchronized movements looking like a couple of lumberjacks cutting through a log with a two-man saw.



“Mmmmph, mmmph, mmmph,” was all Kristy could manage with her mouth stretched wide around Jason’s thick shaft, his bulbous head invading the small opening at the back of her throat.



With his bladder now empty, the little blue pill that John took earlier began to have its desired effect, and he watched the his own cock grow into a sizable erection, the likes of which he hadn’t seen since his teen years. His eyes met Kirsty’s and he saw her smile around Jason’s cock when she saw the hardened treat he now sported between his legs.



Jason reached down to hold Kirsty by her ears and fucked into her mouth with a vengeance, as he pistoned into her open mouth, drool hanging from her chin, dripping on the bedspread below them. The room was filled with the sound of Michael’s balls slapping off her clit while he pounded into her from behind with equal enthusiasm.



John could see the lump in Kirsty’s throat as Jason’s cock plunged into her open mouth, and he was impressed that she was able to take him so deeply. Jason started jerking his hips sporadically, then pulled his glistening cock from her hungry mouth, knowing that he didn’t have the white MOUTH disk.



At about the same time, Michael slapped her firm ass cheeks a few times, and then pulled himself out of her pussy, moments before he was about to dump his load deep within her cunt.



“Aw, why did you guys leave me,” Kirsty whined, feeling the emptiness in her cockles pussy and mouth.



“You made up the rules love,” Jason reminded her, as his athletic mindset continued to try to figure out how to win this game.



John admired the self-control of his new best friends, and only hoped to exhibit the same level of dedication when his turn came. He also looked down at his red ASS disk, and then at the dramatic difference between the girth of their tools, and worried that Jason might stretch her silly with that baseball bat of a cock, if he stuck it in there to cum before John had a chance to fuck it.



John quickly moved over behind her, to claim his territory before Jason could, but before he could plunge into her tight brown hole, Michael elbowed him out of the way.



“Let me lube that up for ya mate.” he said with a smirk, as his piss sprayed out of his softening cock, all over the small of Kristy’s back and her exposed ass. His deep yellow urine flowed through her ass crack like a roaring river, She reached back to rub her clit while he pissed, and her hand splashed hot piss all over both of them and the bed.



Michael moved his cockhead right up to the pucker between the firm globes of her ass, and his piss now shot up her ass like a little Jacuzzi jet. Kirsty’s hand was now a blur over her clit, and she pushed herself back toward Michael’s pissing cock. With a loud moan, she started to shiver and shake in an intense orgasm, her first of the night. With one last squirt of piss, Michael fell on top of her back and they both collapsed in a heap on the bed, hugging each other and laughing.



John held his viagra-enhanced erection in one hand, and the Red Disk with the word ASS in the other. He wanted to get at Kirsty’s hot ass quickly, not just because he loved the tight smooth feeling of anal penetration, but he knew she’d be too stretched out for him if Jason got to it first!



Climbing up on the bed, John laid on his back, pulling Kirsty’s body over on top of him. He placed the red ASS disk in her hand, and reached under her thighs to pull her legs toward her chest. Kirsty reached down and guided his steely rod to the pucker of her ass, still wet with Michael’s piss. The head of John’s cock nudged against her tight brown hole, and Kirsty let her hips roll forward taking the full length of John’s cock into her tight hot ass.



“Ohhhhh,” Kristy groaned through the duration of the initial thrust, until she felt her bottom come into contact with John’s thighs, indicating that he was completed buried in her rectum. She placed her feet on the sides of his thighs and Kirsty began moving herself up and down on John’s cock, as he fucked up into her ass from below. Her sphincter muscle clenched around his shaft and John couldn’t contain his own moans as he reached around to grab her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers.



Kirsty leaned toward the edge of the bed to take Michael in her mouth, slurping down his hot tool as she bounced her ass on John’s hard cock with an increased pace. The three of them were lost in the heat of the moment and they didn’t see Jason crawl up in between Kirsty’s legs.



“Sorry Mate, when you gotta go, you gotta go.” Jason said as he flipped his yellow PUSSY disk on the bed, landing on the pillow under John’s head.



Before he could yell out “Noooo,” John felt Jason’s hot piss flowing down from Kirsty’s pussy over his lap as he fucked her ass from below. Even though this was his first golden experience with another guy, hot piss on his skin always sent John over the edge, and he knew he had to pull out before he filled her shitter with his spunk. While he slowly pulled out of her ass, John felt the knob of Jason’s cock as he entered Kirsty’s pussy and his piss continued to flow out of her cunt and around John’s lap.



Her pussy now spread further than she’s ever been stretched before, Kirsty’s body began to tremble in orgasm again, as she moaned around Michael’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his tool. Her orgasm continued to wrack her body like a tidal wave, as Michael’s back straightened, and he finally busted his nut within her mouth. His hips bucked into her face as he threw rope after rope of cum down her throat, and she eagerly swallowed every precious ounce of his seed.



“That’s it, I’m out of disks,” Michael announced, as he walked back out to the bar, “God I need another drink.”



“Well then,” Kirsty said to John and Jason, “looks like you boys need to switch places.”

Anne’s body shook in her next orgasm. She panted, wanting to fall to the ground, but she knew she was not allowed. Whimpering she remained on all fours as the dildo was rammed deep into her throbbing cunt. Natalia’s jaw ached as Todd thrusted his cock deep down inside, enjoying the warmth and the moisture of her throat. Natalia was becoming weak too and Todd could sense it.



He yanked his dick from her throat and backed up, rubbing his hand on his thick eight inches. “You can stop now, slaves.”



With satisfied sighs of relief the girls stopped moving. The dildo remained in each of their pussies, which were red and in pain. They both dripped juices down their inner thighs. Sweat was forming on their pale white flesh and Todd admired them while still stroking his cock. He walked to them, pushing their asses apart so the dildo fell out onto the bed.



“Sit. Hands behind your backs, legs wide apart.”



Natalia, the Russian mistress, and Anne instantly turned and sat on the edge of the bed. Their hands went behind their backs and they spread their legs wide. The lips of their pussies stretched too as their inner tunnels tried to tighten back up after such a rough encounter with the massive dildo, which still laid on the best soaked in their cum. Especially Anne’s.



“What good little slaves you have been. Natalia ate your pussy so good, Anne, didn’t she? Then you both took that dildo like the whores you are. Now I think it’s time to add another player. He’ll be your co-master actually. Aren’t you excited?” Todd asked as he sneered.



The girls shook, trying to keep eye contact but unsure of where this would go. They watched the attractive young man walk to the door and peek his head out. Within seconds he opened the door completely and in walked a friend. His friend was equally attractive.



“This is Scott.” Todd said. Todd walked to the wall of toys and began going through a chest on the ground. Meanwhile, without a single word, Scott began to undress. First the boots, then the socks, and then his pants and shirt. When he turned around the girls could see his perfectly shaped and built body. He was tan with brown hair and brown eyes. He looked very Italian. There was a massive bulge under his boxer briefs which soon came off and sure enough there was an erect seven inch cock, thicker than Todd’s.



“Hello, slaves.” Scott said in an Italian accent. He stood before the girls, stroking his thick shaft and looking down at them. He got to his knees slowly, between the two girls and instantly reached his hands out. Ignoring their plump breasts with their erect nipples, he rubbed his index fingers on their clits at the same time. He looked from one swollen clit to the next. Natalia and Anne squirmed in pain and pleasure as he applied more force. Natalia began to moan gently as she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She tilted her head back and her dark hair ran down to her back dimples.



“C’mon Scott, let’s get to working these hoes.” Todd said as he stood behind his friend. In his hands he held two sets of anal beads. “On all fours, slaves. Hurry up!”



His yell made the girls jump right up and Anne shoved the dildo away so they could get in the middle of the round bed, in the purple lit room. They were on all fours, their asses pressing together in the middle. Natalia hoped they were kneeling the right way. She did not want any further punishment. There would be enough coming soon enough as it was. Todd and Scott separated. Todd stood in front of Natalia’s face, his massive cock still glistening with her saliva. Scott stood in front of Anne. He put his hands up and Todd tossed him some anal beads. At once, as if they had done this before, they leaned over and wiped the girl’s cunts to get their fingers wet in their juices. Each man rubbed the girl’s assholes, lubing them up for the beads. Todd began to shove his into Natalia’s tight ass hole first. Her ass stretched painfully to allow them to slide deep inside of her. Anne whimpered in pain as her beads began to go in. Once fully in their assholes were stretched an inch all around. Natalia’s knees shook and Todd slapped her ass.



“You better stay up, bitch!” He yelled. “Do you understand me?”



“Y-y-yes, master. Please forgive me, master.” Natalia whimpered to him as she looked into his eyes with tears in her own. This made Todd smile.



Meanwhile, Scott was leaning over for the dildo. He pushed Natalia and Anne slightly apart, just enough to be able to slide the double ended toy into their eager cunts. Their juices made slurping sounds as their tunnels stretched wide for the dildo once again. Natalia and Anne could feel the pressure on the anal beads even more.



“Ohhh” They moaned at once. Their juices began to slide out and down their spines already, even though their assholes and pussies were already in pain. They knew it wouldn’t get any better any time quick. They were right. Todd and Scott were moving closer till their cocks entered the girl’s mouths.



“Suck my dick like the hungry little whore you are.” Scott hissed in his Italian tone. He didn’t wait one second before he was thrusting his hips hard. Anne’s pussy was swelling as it was forced to eat the dildo, shoving it into Natalia who lurched forward, causing Todd’s dick to slide deep down her throat and make her gag. Todd laughed, grabbing Natalia’s dark hair with one hand and playing with his own balls with the other. As Scott thrusted Todd did too. The girl’s gagged and choked on the massive cocks slipping down their throats.



Their pussies were soon red once more as the dildo slipped and slide in and out of them. The asses tensed around the thick inch beads that were logged into their ass holes. They moaned, groaned, whimpered, and gaged. Todd and Scott continued to thrust with their jaws down, panting already. Scott grabbed his balls and fondled them. He let out a loud and long moan.



It felt like hours to Natalia and Anne but it was only fifteen minutes when Scott finally reached his max. He yanked his dick out of Anne’s aching mouth and squirt cum into her hair, letting it drip down her face. Todd kept on going. Scott got beside the two girls and leaned forward, rubbing their clits. Natalia and Anne shook, their knees and elbows getting sore and weak. Natalia moaned loudly into Todd’s thick cock as he continued to fuck her face. Anne screamed as she came yet again! Her cum leaked all over the dildo. Scott slowly pulled the beads from her tight asshole, making her orgasm even more intense. She collapsed on the bed panting and the dildo fell from her pussy and Natalia’s as well.



Scott would not give up on Natalia getting off. He shoved Anne off the bed and ignored her yelp of pain and surprise as she landed on the ground. He got on his knees behind Natalia and rubbed her plump ass cheeks before shoving his cock deep inside her soaked cunt. Natalia gasped at the thick size that was now ramming her cunt. He kept his thumb on her clit, rubbing as fast as he could. Todd moaned and close his eyes, shooting his load deep down Natalia’s throat and forcing her to gag. He pulled his cock out, stumbling back into the chair and sighing as he relaxed in pleasure. Natalia swallowed his cum and finally screamed as well. As her pussy tightened around Scott’s monstrous cock he knew she was cumming at last. He pulled the anal beads from her ass slowly and rammed his cock deeper and harder into her until she collapsed on the bed. He pulled himself out and smirked, slapping her ass and leaving a red print.

Gemma waited nervously in the London hotel room. It had been her idea to meet up with Tia, her husband’s ex, but now she was having second thoughts. What if he regretted leaving Tia? What if he preferred fucking Tia to her? What if… But then her thoughts her interrupted by a knock on the door. Her husband wasn’t due back for a while, it must be Tia!



Gemma waited nervously in the London hotel room. It had been her idea to meet up with Tia, her husband’s ex, but now she was having second thoughts. What if he regretted leaving Tia? What if he preferred fucking Tia to her? What if… But then her thoughts her interrupted by a knock on the door. Her husband wasn’t due back for a while, it must be Tia!



Gemma looked at herself in the mirror briefly, wondering how she’d measure up. She hoped she looked young for her age, perhaps could pass for forty, with a clear complexion and not too many lines in her face. She liked her boobs, full without being too big, and still firm, but frowned when her gaze dropped to her tummy, which she thought too prominent, and she thought her bum was too big, however many times her husband had told her it was just right, and very spankable… She hoped her blouse and skirt looked right, stylish but still suiting her age, she didn’t want to look like mutton dressed as lamb.



She opened the door, and in walked Tia.



“You must be Gemma! I’ve heard so much about you!” she said, and opened her arms to hug her. Gemma hesitated but then responded, and Tia kissed her, first on the cheek and then full on the mouth.



Then Tia released her hold and stood back, the two women looked each other up and down, comparing themselves to their rival.



Tia’s auburn hair looked expensively styled, and high-lighted. She was well-tanned, presumably from frequent foreign holidays rather than a tanning salon, but Gemma thought her skin looked sun-damaged and a bit wrinkled, compared to her own pale ‘English rose’ complexion, but that may have been jealousy. Tia was slender, with no bust to speak of, and her legs looked good, Gemma had to admit, although she thought she could see too much of them between Tia’s short leather skirt and high-heeled shoes, both of which would have looked better on a girl half Tia’s age.



“My husband will be here later” said Gemma, consciously emphasising the ‘My’.



“Why don’t we get to know each other a bit better now then?” replied Tia, and to show what she meant she bent forward and started unbuttoning Gemma’s blouse.



This took Gemma by surprise; although she’d been expecting to be naked with Tia, she thought it would only be for her husband’s benefit. Tia was keen though, and Gemma was open to a new experience, so she allowed Tia to continue, and take off the blouse, revealing Gemma’s bosom, clad in a white lacy bra.



The skirt came off next, quickly unzipped by Tia, and Gemma stood in front of her, in just her underwear.



“well, what are you waiting for?” asked Tia. “do I have to undress myself?”



Gemma shook her head and gingerly unbuttoned Tia’s blouse and soon Tia was reduced to her underwear too. Then Tia cupped Gemma’s heavy breasts in her hands, gave a sound of appreciation, reached behind to unhook Gemma’s bra and then gently removed it. She kissed each nipple softly and then stood straight, arms by her side, and allowed Gemma to return the favour.



Tia stood in front of her, both of them naked except for their knickers.



“Wow!” Tia purred, “your boobs are magnificent. No wonder he’s happy with you, he always was a tit man. My little bee-stings could never satisfy him.”



“You don’t think they’re too saggy?’ Gemma asked. “They’re not pert like yours, and your nipples are so firm and perky.”



“Oh no”, said Tia, “you can suck nipples, but you can do so much more with tits like yours, squeeze them, knead them… Here, like this!”



And with that Tia’s mouth fell hungrily on Gemma’s right breast, taking a big mouthful around the nipple, while Tia’s hands grabbed eagerly at her breasts, each hand firmly grasping a handful of Gemma’s soft tit-flesh.



Briefly taken aback by the attention of another woman, Gemma quickly realised how enjoyable it was and put her hands behind Tia’s head, pulling Tia towards her. Together they slid to the bed, Gemma on her back and Tia on top of her, each hand firmly squashing, kneading and massaging a breast.



Tia put her head between Gemma’s breasts and licked, exciting Gemma even more, and then gradually moved down Gemma’s body, licking as she went, her tongue circling Gemma’s navel on the way. Next her tongue found first Gemma’s thick pubic bush, and then Tia started teasing out Gemma’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Once she’d explored it she started lapping forcefully, responding to Gemma’s excitement. Soon Gemma’s whole body was shaking and she grabbed Tia’s hair hard, pushing her head down on her cunt as she orgasmed, as quickly and as vigorously as she ever had with her husband – and he was no mean pussy-licker. Then Gemma released her grip on Tia’s hair and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.



Tia gave her a moment to get her breath back and then asked hesitantly “Since I’ve been so nice to you, would you mind licking my pussy?”



Gemma wanted to return the favour but she couldn’t bring herself to lick a cunt for the first time so she shook her head but said “I could finger you though”, thinking that it must be as easy as masturbating herself.



Tia gave a resigned sigh and laid down alongside Gemma, who ran her hand up Tia’s thigh, gliding over her waxed skin and quickly found her neatly-trimmed bush. She began slowly exploring Tia’s cunt with her middle finger, curling her finger to probe inside and gently rubbing her palm against Tia’s clitoral hood. Tia was getting slowly aroused but too slowly for her liking so she put her hand on Gemma’s and pushed it down hard and quick, forcing Gemma to respond and as Tia got the stimulation she needed and Gemma quickened her pace, their bodies moved in harmony and Tia trembled as she came. Not as big as Gemma’s orgasm but then that was the first time Gemma had made a woman cum, while Tia was much more experience. Tia leant towards Gemma and gave a long French kiss, tongue (still sticky with Gemma’s own juices) pushing into Gemma’s mouth and then murmured ‘Thank you’ as they both fell back on the bed and awaited Gemma’s husband.



* * *



Gemma’s husband opened the door with his key-card and entered the room.



“Hi darling!” said Tia and Gemma, simultaneously. They both rushed to greet him. Tia got there first and kissed him deeply. He responded but then pulled away to kiss his wife. Tia then unbuckled his belt and started pulling down his trousers so Gemma sank to her knees to join in, and then took his cock in her mouth, keeping Tia away from it. Thwarted in her first goal, Tia then kissed him deeply and removed his shirt, rubbing her small breasts and erect nipples against his bare chest, ‘accidentally’ kicking Gemma as she did so.



“you must be tired after a long day.” said Tia. ” why don’t you lie down on the bed and let us look after you?”



This seemed like a good idea to him so he did so, and once he was laying on his back, then Gemma and Tia straddled him, facing each other, Gemma over his cock and Tia over his face.



Gemma started rubbing herself against him, distracted by the attention of Tia who was kissing her and fondling her breasts. He was licking Tia’s cunt, to her obvious satisfaction, and Gemma put her hands on Tia’s buttocks, trying to lift her away from him. This only made Tia squeeze Gemma’s breasts in return.



Gemma was relieved when Tia got up And moved away from her husband’s tongue. She concentrated on rubbing her cunt against her husband’s cock and forgot about her rival.



“Am I being naughty enough for you, darling? Rubbing my pussy against your cock, using you?” she asked.



“She is being naughty!” Replied Tia, who was now behind Gemma’s bottom, which she spanked a couple of times on each cheek.



Gemma could feel Tia’s fingers caress her bum, then move between her cheeks and start circling her asshole.



“She’s being very naughty, I think you should punish her ass”, Tia said, and with that she pushed her middle finger into Gemma’s anus. She thrust it in and out a couple of times before adding her index finger, all the while Gemma’s husband was spanking her, and Gemma was getting very aroused.



“I think you should… Fuck her ass!” continued Tia. Gemma didn’t know what to think, she’d never had anal sex, but wanted to please her husband, and was open to the new experience.



Tia pushed Gemma off her husband, so she was laying on her back, her legs open wide. Then Tia pushed Gemma’s legs back so that her ass was exposed, ready for her husband’s cock. He knelt between her legs and pushed his cock slowly into her ass, guided by Tia. Gemma found this painful at first but soon her arousal more than made up for this, as her husband fucked her ass, while Tia’s fingers explored her cunt. Then Tia started playing with her clitoris and Gemma could feel an orgasm building inside her, and she climaxed as Tia roughly rubbed her pubic mound.



Her husband hadn’t come yet and he withdrew from her ass. He was going to start fucking Gemma’s cunt when Tia stopped him, and encouraged Gemma to turn over, and get on her knees. Then Tia guided his cock into Gemma’s cunt, and he started fucking her, doggy-style.



Tia knelt over Gemma, her cunt over the back of Gemma’s head and her breasts against Gemma’s back, as she watched his cock going in and out of Gemma’s cunt. She pushed Gemma’s head down against the bed and put her hands on Gemma’s pendulous tits, and squeezed hard, asserting her power over her. When Tia could see that he was getting close to coming she moved off of Gemma and laid back on the bed, her legs open wide and her cunt in front of Gemma’s face.



“She wouldn’t lick my cunt earlier” complained Tia. “make her do it now, please!”.



Gemma’s husband grabbed her hair and pushed her head down towards Tia’s cunt. With her husband’s encouragement she lost her earlier reluctance and started lapping at Tia’s wet and welcoming pussy. She tried to do the things she liked her husband doing to her, first exploring inside and then concentrating on arousing Tia’s clitoris. Tia grabbed Gemma by the hair and pushed her head down, as she started to come. At the same time Gemma felt her husband come inside her, and she felt in control, making them both come, at the same time as being dominated by them.



All utterly exhausted by their exertions, they collapsed together in bed, Gemma’s husband in-between the two women.



* * *



Gemma’s husband had had to return home the next day – work had called – but he suggested that Gemma stay up there – perhaps Tia could show her around, help her with research for her novel, as Gemma was writing about crime in South London. Tia had readily agreed, as she had contacts from her work as a journalist. She just had to pop into the office first and arranged to meet Gemma at Canary Wharf.



“I know just the man you need to see!” said Tia when Gemma had explained what she was writing about.



“You want to talk to my friend Dave, they call him ‘the yellow pages of the underworld’. He knows everyone, and everyone knows him. I happen to know he’s around today, so let’s go and see him’.



They get the Docklands Light Railway to Woolwich, and then take a brisk walk to Dave’s house. Gemma is glad that Tia knows the way as she thought she’d never find her way back again on her own.



Gemma barely has time to take in the exterior of the house as Tia buzzes the intercom and the door swings open. Tia ushers her through and closes it quickly behind them. It was obviously the morning after a big party, with a marquee, or maybe more accurately a beer-tent, set up, and a lot of rubbish left behind.



“He said for us to meet him at the bottom of the garden”, Tia said, and although this sounded strange, Gemma followed her down the garden path, past the giant inflatable paddling pools, through the discarded beer cans, clothes, condoms and other post-party debris, to the building at the bottom of Dave’s garden. Gemma wondered what was in the building – it was too far from the road to be a garage and too substantial to be a shed.



Tia got a key out of her purse and unlocked the door to the building, pushed the door open and ushered Gemma indoors, saying with a smirk ‘Welcome to the dungeon’.



Gemma thought this was another of Tia’s silly jokes and wondered what it really was as she went on ahead of Tia into the darkened room – Tia hadn’t yet switched the light on.



When she did, Gemma realised it wasn’t a joke and, after blinking in the light, her eyes opened wide as she took in what she could see.



The walls were dark red, two were decorated with erotic murals.



A third wall was mirrored, as was the ceiling, and on the remaining wall was a variety of ‘torture’ equipment, the like of which Gemma hadn’t seen before. The Centrepiece was an X-shaped cross, with padded red leather manacles at each tip clearly designed for restraining wrists and ankles. There were racks with various whips, paddles, bats, pairs of handcuffs and god-knows-what on them. Elsewhere in the room there was a double bed, with elaborate wrought-iron bedstead, a stock, again padded with red leather, a padded bench, about 6′ long, and a much shorter bench with manacles on the legs.



There was also a big wooden box, full of clothes and other items, all seemingly made from black leather and shiny metal rings.



Tia walked up to the box, saying “there’s something in here that will be just right for you! Get your clothes off now and I’ll help you into it.”



Not quite knowing why she was being so submissive, Gemma took off her clothes without a murmur, piling them neatly on the long bench as she took them off. She stood, naked and a little self-conscious, as Tia found what she was looking for. She stood up, turned round and offered a garment to Gemma, not that Gemma thought she had any choice about accepting it.



Gemma looked at the leather corset that Tia had given her – a zip at the front, and laced-up at the back. Cut-away under the breasts, and with two straps each side that circled the breast, joined above it with a metal ring and went over the shoulder and clipped to the back. Cut-away at the bottom of the back, fully exposing the buttocks.



Gemma slipped the corset around her and tried the zip, the fit was tight but bearable and Gemma zipped the corset up. Once it was on, she liked the way it thrust her boobs out in front of her.



While she was putting the corset on, Tia had continued rummaging in the box and she found a couple of things for Gemma.



Firstly a leather collar with a metal ring at the front and a strap at the back, which Tia fitted for Gemma, standing behind her.



“Open your mouth” ordered Tia and Gemma complied, not knowing what to expect next. She certainly didn’t expect Tia to push a rubber ball gag into her mouth and pull back the straps attached to it, buckling it securely behind Gemma’s head.



“There, why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror?” asked Tia, pulling Gemma by the arm to a convenient spot by the mirrored wall.



“You look just like a proper slave now!”



Gemma could only nod in agreement as she gazed at her reflection: the corset revealing and enhancing her boobs, the nakedness of her cunt and buttocks, the collar making her easy to restrain, the ball gag keeping her mutely submissive, and all the black leather contrasting with her pale skin.



While Gemma was admiring herself in the mirror, Tia slipped off her jacket and skirt, revealing red, lacy lingerie. She kept on her boots and looked every inch a slave-mistress.



“Now, why don’t we try out some of the equipment?” asked Tia. “Perhaps you should try out that cross for size” she added, her tone not suggesting that Gemma had any choice in the matter.



Gemma stood against the cross, spreading her legs wide and raising her arms up to meet the corners of the cross. It was uncomfortable but strangely thrilling, and Gemma wished her husband was there to strap her in.



“You look great! We should try that later, but first I’d rather see you bent over this bench here” said Tia, pointing at the shorter of the benches.



So Gemma got down from the cross and went and laid on her stomach on the short bench. She put her arms down so that her wrists were in the manacles below, which pushed her breasts out in front of her, invitingly. Quick as a flash, Tia clicked the manacles onto Gemma’s wrists and then took one of the bars from the rack on the wall. She then fastened Gemma’s ankles to each end of the bar, spreading her legs wide and leaving her ass and cunt vulnerable and exposed.



Tia spanked Gemma hard twice, once on each buttock, and then, softer but more painful and humiliating, between her cheeks, leaving her fingers pressed against Gemma’s labia. Tia rubbed hard, letting her finger-tips brush Gemma’s clitoris as her thumb pushed against Gemma’s asshole.



Then Tia started exploring Gemma’s cunt with her fingers, rubbing to and fro across her labia before thrusting her fore and middle fingers deep into Gemma’s cunt. Tia thrust her fingers in and out, twisting and opening them, spreading Gemma’s cunt wide open.



While Gemma was getting used to this invasion, she felt Tia’s thumb against her anus again. Without warning it thrust into her ass at the same time as Tia’s fingers were deep inside her! Tia squeezed her thumb and fingers together, and a sharp, exquisite pain pulsed through Gemma’s most sensitive areas.



“There! You just love things in your ass, don’t you, you slut? Why don’t we stick a butt-plug in there now, just in case your husband wants to fuck your ass again. Or anyone else does for that matter.”



Gemma shook her head at the last sentence but if Tia noticed she didn’t say anything, as she briefly removed her hand from Gemma’s body. Shortly Gemma felt a hard cold presence against her anus and before age could get used to the idea, Tia pushed the butt-plug hard into Gemma’s ass.



Gemma shuddered in pain with the stimulation of all those sensitive nerve endings but soon wanted more, which she got when Tia waggled the protruding end of the plug.



Satisfied that it was secure, Tia then continued her serious task of punishing Gemma and started spanking her hard, leaving an angry red handprint after each smack. More pain jolted through Gemma’s ass with each smack, but excitement and pleasure too, as she wished her husband spanked her this hard.



The rhythm of Tia’s spanks slowed and she complained “this is hurting my hand more than it’s hurting you, you cunt. I need some help!”



Gemma wondered what Tia meant but it soon became clear as the next stroke was heavier, more solid and more painful. Tia had obviously picked up one of the leather paddles that had been hanging on the wall. After several strokes of this Gemma found it more painful than pleasurable and it came as a relief when Tia was interrupted by the noise of the door being pushed wide open.



* * *



A big, bald man strode powerfully into the room. He wore a white suit and waistcoat, that Gemma thought had been well-tailored to flatter his figure. His cowboy boots looked expensive and immaculate too. While not a handsome man, he exuded charisma and Gemma thought this must be Dave, owner of the house, dungeon and in his own way, the whole ‘manor’.



“‘Ello darling!” says the man, walking towards Tia. He puts his hands on her shoulders and holds her in front of him, looking her up and down and leering. “you look gorgeous as ever, babe!”



Then he puts his arms round her in a big hug and kisses her. Gemma can’t take her eyes off them, drawn to the animal magnetism of the big man and she can tell Tia feels the same as she watches her thrust her tongue into his mouth.

When they run out of breath their lips part and Tia says “have you missed me, Dave? let me show you how much I’ve missed you and your big thick cock!”



with that she put her hand in his groin and expertly unzipped him and let his cock flop out.



From her close-up vantage point Gemma could see that Tia hadn’t exaggerated the size of his cock, swelling as Tia slowly wanked him.



Despite this distraction, Dave paid attention to Gemma for the first time, his eyes drawn to her milky-white tits.



“‘Oo’s your friend?” he asked. “good pair of knockers on her, whoever she is.”



“This is the bitch that stole my boyfriend! I’ve just been teaching her lesson she won’t forget.”



“So I see.” said Dave, noticing how red Gemma’s buttocks were. “looks like you’ve given her a damn good spanking.”



“She deserved it too! Want to have a closer look at my handiwork?”



Not waiting for an answer, Tia leads Dave behind Gemma. Holding his cock in her right she brushes the tip of it up and down against Gemma’s exposed cunt. Before Dave can get too excited she says “No, I want to make you cum myself, don’t waste it on this dirty cow!” Practically leading Dave by the cock she walks in front of Gemma. She uses Dave’s by now massive erection to slap Gemma across the eyes, sneering “take a good look at this, it’s more cock than you deserve!”. Meanwhile Dave reaches down and fondles Gemma’s tit, surprising her with the tenderness of his touch.



Then Tia kneels in front of Dave, first wanking him then taking his cock fully into her mouth and sucking him off, playing with his balls with one hand, all this happening no more than a foot or two from Gemma’s eyes. Gemma had never watched a blow-job before and couldn’t take her eyes off this one, and she could tell from her own experience that Tia was a skilful cock-sucker. Soon she could tell that Dave was ready to cum, as he grabbed Tia’s hair and pulled her head towards him, while her fingers moved back from his scrotum and started circling his anus.



Then the climax: As Dave released his grip on Tia’s hair and grunted loudly, signifying that he was about to cum, Tia pulled her head back and as Dave’s cock popped out of her mouth and started spraying his cum, she pointed it at Gemma’s face with her hand! Gemma barely had time to blink as the hot, sticky semen blasted over her face (she was impressed with the quantity and force of his ejaculation). She did close her eyes just in time but her eyelids were gummed-up with cum when she opened them again, so well had she been coated.



The torrent of Dave’s semen had practically stopped, he gave a long, contented sigh and Tia grabbed a handful of Gemma’s long blonde hair and used it to dry off Dave’s cock.



“There, bitch, that’s more than you deserve, you cum-bag!” Tia spat out at her.



“Now Dave, let’s go back to your bedroom and watch back the video of that, while you get your strength back and I’ll make better use of your next load of cum. We’ll leave this cow here and maybe let her out later, if no one else gets to her first.”.



With that, Tia zipped up Dave and they were off, leaving the door swinging behind them, so anyone could walk into the dungeon.



As the cum slowly dripped down Gemma’s face she pondered the thought of it all having been caught on tape…



* * *



“Dave? Are you in here?”



A tall, slender black woman walks through the doorway. She is wearing a black leather coat, leather trousers and calf length boots. Her hair is cropped short. She moves with a feline grace, but a hardness in her eyes puts Gemma more in mind of a hungry lioness than a friendly pussy cat. She looks round the room and her gaze alights on Gemma.



“Ooh, who are you? A present from my husband?” she purred. “he knows how much I love big white tits and a big white ass.”



“Here, let me take a good look at you”, she added as she strode powerfully towards Gemma.



“Hey!” she shouted as soon as she saw Gemma’s cum-splattered face.



“Dave wouldn’t leave me a soiled present like you. You must have been leading him astray, you dirty cow!” and with that she slapped Gemma across the face.



“Husband-stealers like you deserve serious punishment. Let me get comfortable while I give you what you deserve” she said, taking off her coat and revealing just another leather garment, a bra or a bikini, beneath it.



“You have got lovely tits though’, she added, ‘let me see them swing!”



She reached down and started slapping Gemma’s tits from side-to-side, gently at first then increasing in intensity which Gemma found stimulating rather than painful, so much so that she didn’t want the woman to stop as soon as she did.



“Now let’s have a look at these” the woman said, taking a firm grip on each of Gemma’s nipples and pulling them towards her, stretching Gemma’s tits away from her.



“Mmm, they’re good”, she purred, rolling each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers, squeezing them hard, sending sharp bursts of sensation through Gemma’s tits.



“I bet they’re really sensitive, and you’re loving this, however hard I squeeze?”



Gemma nodded mutely. She thought even if she hadn’t been gagged she couldn’t have brought herself to say that she loved it, but she couldn’t deny it.



“Submissive slut, ain’t you? You’re enjoying this as much as me, and you need to be properly punished!”



Having said that, the woman released Gemma’s nipples and as they bounced-back, she gave each one a sharp slap and walked around behind Gemma.



“Ooh, a butt plug!” she exclaimed when she saw what was protruding from Gemma’s asshole.



“Were you expecting Dave to fuck your ass later? Too bad! Your ass belongs to me now and I won’t let him. Who knows what else will happen while you’re tied up here though…”



A shiver went through Gemma as she contemplated what this meant, and the woman continued



“Now though, all you have to look forward to is getting fucked by me! Now, where’s my favourite strap-on?”



There was a pause and some rustling while the woman presumably looked through the same ‘toy box’ as Tia and Gemma had explored earlier, then:



“Ah, here it is! Maybe you should have a good look before I fuck you” and the woman walked in front of Gemma again, who could see that she had dispensed with her trousers and was sporting a large and incongruously-white strap-on cock.



“Big, isn’t it? I’m going to enjoy sticking this up your cunt, you white bitch!” and with that she disappeared again.



Gemma tried to crane her neck round to get some warning of what was going to happen next, but before she could, the woman grabbed a big handful of her hair and pulled her head back, and she felt the cold fake cock rubbing against her cunt lips and then suddenly it thrust hard into her cunt and setting off explosions in all the sensitive nerve endings as the plastic invader filled her cunt.



“Felt that, didn’t you? You fucking slut!” sneered the black woman as she felt Gemma’s body shudder underneath her. Then she began fucking Gemma hard, pushing as far as she could each time. Gemma felt like her cunt was on fire. With her free hand the woman slapped Gemma’s buttocks or occasionally the butt-plug – when she did this Gemma felt like every nerve in her body was tingling between her ass and her cunt.



After a while the thrusting became more ragged and Gemma could feel the woman’s body trembling against her as she came. Gemma was on the brink of orgasming too and just needed some clitoral stimulation to climax, but there was none, however much she wriggled trying to find something to rub her clitoris on. Eventually Gemma ran out of energy and slumped down onto the bench.



“Oh, poor cow, haven’t you come yet? Too bad! Here, let me help you get up.” said the woman as she clicked open the spreader bar and then released Gemma’s wrists from the manacles.



Gemma could barely move her arms, so long had she been kept constrained, and the black woman pulled her up so she was sitting on the bench. She looked at Gemma and said “you must be boiling in that corset. Why don’t you slip into something cooler?” as she pulled down the zip at the front and the corset fell off from Gemma’s ample curves.



“I’ve got just the thing for a fat slag like you!” and reaching into the box of toys she produced what looked like a collection of leather straps and metal rings. “Stand up and I’ll get it on you!”



Gemma stood, unable to resist the command of her powerful black mistress, and the woman started pulling the garment up her body. Two straps went between her legs, two more either side of her waist. More straps went up the body until four straps circled each breast, joining between her breasts in a big metal ring. The outfit was completed by more straps going over the shoulder.



“There, much better! now everyone will be able to see you properly!”



Gemma wondered who the ‘everyone’ was as the woman fished in the toy box again and produced another gag, much like the one Gemma already wore but with two chains, with clips on the end, attached each side of the mouth-piece. The woman went behind Gemma and undid the strap of the ball-gag. No sooner had she removed it, and Gemma had taken a deep breath, than she forced the new gag into Gemma’s mouth and did it up again. Then she came back in front of Gemma and showed what the chains were for as she clipped them to Gemma’s nipples.



Gemma shuddered with the sharp pain from her already over-stimulated nipples and the black woman laughed in her face.



“Don’t worry love, you’ll get used to it, you’ll be there a while! Don’t worry about getting too lonely though, I’ll send some friends down here to look after you later.”



With that, she spat in Gemma’s face and turned on her heel and left the dungeon, leaving Gemma tied-up and anxiously contemplating who the black woman’s friends would be.



* * *



Gemma could hear people coming down the garden path; one sounded like Tia, and a couple of deep, male voices. She couldn’t make out any words but it didn’t sound entirely amicable.



The voices got louder and then the party crashed into the room. Gemma could see that it was Tia, wearing just her lingerie, and flanked by two men, one a coloured guy with dreadlocks, about 6 foot tall and averagely built, the other a white guy of much the same height but much stockier build, which Gemma thought was more fat than muscle, no discernible neck, and as bald as Dave without any of his charm or presence.



The party was completed by a muscular black man, at least 6’6″ tall, wearing sunglasses and exuding an air of authority. All three men were wearing the cheap black suits and white shirts, the bouncers’ uniform.



The two other men stood each side of Tia, restraining her, while the black man addressed her.



“You stupid bitch! You’ve made my friend Jet very angry, that makes me angry too. How far you fuck her old man without her permission? Well, now you’ve got her permission to fuck us. Now, are you going to strip for us or do we have to tear the rest of your clothes off?”



“Since you asked so nicely…” replied Tia as she reached behind to unclip her bra and then pulled off her knickers, her two new companions releasing her arms to allow this.



“Must have been cold walking through the garden.” the black man remarked, noticing her erect nipples.



“No, just pleased to see you” countered Tia.



“Why don’t you show me how pleased?” he replied, taking off his jacket and unzipping his trousers.



Tia sank to her knees in front of him and put her mouth round the tip of his cock. It was so big that she knew she’d never fit it all in her mouth.



Her mouth round his knob, she moved her tongue slowly over the end, exciting him. She wanked the base of his shaft with one hand while feeling his balls with the other. She could feel him swelling in her mouth and thought she was doing a good job distracting him when suddenly he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.



“Now, bitch! Don’t try to get round me! Are you sorry you stole Dave from Jet?”



“I’m sorry… Sorry I sucked Dave off before I got to you, big boy”



“Not good enough! Come on lads, let’s do as we’ve been told”



With that the other two men, who had got undressed while watching Tia suck off their leader, picked up Tia and manhandled her till she was laying face-down on the long bench.



The black man stood in front of her and pulled her head back sharply.



“Sorry yet?” he asked rhetorically, going on to say “let her have it, lads!”



At this the two other men started alternating hard slaps on her buttocks. Tia wiggled her bottom, which just made them spank her even harder. Then as the fat white man kept spanking her, a job he seemed to relish, the other one started feeling her cunt, rubbing around it, then slipping two fingers inside her.



Obviously satisfied with how she felt, he nodded to the boss and then, helped by the fat man, lifted Tia off the bench and put her down, on the gym mat that was nearby, cushioning her slightly when they dropped her.



The black man was in front of her again, and again her grabbed her hair, pulling her up so she was kneeling in the doggy position.



“You can suck my cock now!” he ordered, and she willingly complied, taking as much of his cock as possible into her mouth and working her tongue hungrily.



The black man winked at the dreadlocked guy, who knelt behind Tia and, steadying himself with a hand on her back, thrust his cock forward into her cunt.



“Time for a spit-roast, bitch!” and one fucked her hard from behind as the other fucked her mouth, pulling her head back and forth.



The fat man stood watching this for a few moments, then walked up to where Gemma was tied up, slowly wanking himself.



“Enjoying the show, darling? Don’t worry about missing out, it will be your turn later!”



Then, still masturbating with his left hand, he reached up with the other and cupped her left boob in the palm of his hand. Tenderly at first, and Gemma found herself turned on, against her will, by the welcome attention of a male. Then he squeezed her tit harder, Gemma would have gasped in pain if she hadn’t been gagged. He looked pleased at the result and Gemma began to think he was more than a little sadistic.



Then he stopped wanking himself and, placing both hands on her tits, released the nipple clamps. The relief was temporary as he then pinched each nipple hard, but then he grabbed a breast in each hand and pushed his body against her, squeezing her breasts beneath his grasp.



Gemma could feel his erection rubbing against her pubic mound and she wished it was someone else doing it, anyone other than this ugly fat sadist. she started wishing it was Dave before feeling guilty at the unfaithful thought.



Fortunately, before the fat man could get too excited there was a cry from behind of “Come on, mate, there’s room for you now!” and she looked across to the gym mat.



The black man was now laying on his back and Tia was astride him, her cunt full of his cock. She leant forward, sucking the other man’s cock, and her backside was raised invitingly.



The fat man went over and knelt behind Tia, spanking her hard on each buttock before licking his fingers and plunging his middle finger into Tia’s asshole. He left it there as Tia bounced up and down a couple of times before inserting his index finger as well. Then, satisfied that she was ready, he withdrew his hand and used it to guide his cock in, so its head was against her anus. He waited until Tia was pushing down onto the black man’s cock and pushed forward too and penetrated her ass. Even with a mouthful of cock Tia cried out with surprise.



Soon the two men found a rhythm as Tia’s cunt and asshole were alternately filled, and as Gemma watched she half wanted them to treat Tia more roughly, punishing her, but half wished it was she herself who was on the mat, full of cock and being used, needing to do nothing as the men wrought their sexual gratification from her.



Before too long the men’s thrusting became more urgent and Gemma could tell they were all ready to come. The fat man came first, withdrawing his cock and cumming over Tia’s ass, then the black man came too, first inside her then he too withdrew. Gemma was impressed to see his spunk fly upwards, spraying Tia’s ass and even her lower back, and pleased to see that some caught the fat man, who didn’t get out of the way in time. Finally the last man came, first holding Tia’s mouth closed around his cock and then releasing her, letting the rest spatter her face and hair.



Tia rolled off from on top of the black man and collapsed on her back on the gym mat, exhausted, literally shagged-out.



The three men got to their feet and stood over Tia.



“What a mess!” said the black man, looking down at the cum-splattered Tia. “We better hose her down!”



Gemma was confused, not having seen a hose, or even a tap, in the dungeon, but all was revealed when all three men pointed their cocks at Tia and started urinating over her, directing their piss over her cunt and tits, the fat man even spraying his towards her face.



Gemma wondered what the torrents of warm piss felt like on Tia’s body, and although she wouldn’t want a mouthful of piss she was excited by the thought of the warm fluid hitting her body.



Eventually the peeing dried up, Gemma thought they must have just been drinking quantities of beer judging by the volume produced, and the men turned their back on Tia and towards Gemma.



Gemma’s stomach churned with a mixture of excitement and fear. It was one think fantasising about being used by this gang of strong men, but the reality could be quite different, particularly when one was as nasty as the fat man seemed to be.



They walked up to her, the black man in the middle, practically blocking the light as he towered over her.



“Well, well” he said. “here’s Jet’s little present for us. She knew a skinny cow like her”, gesturing over his shoulder, “wouldn’t keep us satisfied.”



With that he bent down to give Gemma a long, lingering French kiss, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth, and she found hers responding.



His hands found her breasts and he cupped and caressed them.



Gemma was really turned on by this, and disappointed when he pulled away, saying “Jet said you were an unfaithful slut too! Time you got a good spanking!”



With that he reached up and released Gemma’s wrists, his hands were so big that he could grip both her wrists in one hand, which he did, while the other two men released her ankles and between them they carried her over to the long bench recently vacated by Tia and pushed her face-down on it. Gemma’s boobs hurt from being squashed but she suspected she’d soon be distracted from the pain.



Just as she was waiting to feel the first blow on her ass she heard Jet enter the room.



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“Lads! I got here just in time. Dave’s told me everything, that poor cow was set-up by her friend.”



With that the three men released their grip on Gemma and the big black man gently helped her get up off the bench. The fat man looked particularly aggrieved, as if he’d been looking forward to having more fun with Gemma than he’d had with Tia.



Jet walked up to Gemma and said “Sorry my dear, it seems I owe you an apology. Let me take your gag off, and let’s see if I can make it up to you.”



She reached behind Gemma’s head and unbuckled the strap on the gag, then gently pulled it from Gemma’s mouth. Then she gave Gemma a long, slow kiss on the mouth, pushing her tongue in deeply, Gemma could feel the stud in Jet’s tongue, and couldn’t help responding.



After the kiss, Jet lead Gemma to the bed, saying “lie back on here, and I’ll try to make it up to you”



Gemma complied, and as she laid back against the pillow she opened her legs and found Jet lying between them, spreading Gemma’s cunt lips with her fingers while she started licking her cunt. Jet’s tongue flicked all round Gemma’s cunt before penetrating deep inside her, finding Gemma sopping wet and betraying how turned-on she was. Then Jet started teasing at Gemma’s clitoris, her tongue flicking it as it became proud, then running the tip of her tongue across and around it. This would have been enough to make Gemma cum anyway, but the added stimulation of feeling Jet’s stud excite her clitoris found her building up to what felt like the best and biggest orgasm she’d ever had, her hands On the back of Jet’s neck forcing her down, her whole body shaking.

Lisa slammed the taxi door and stumbled out onto the pavement fighting nausea with long deep breaths. As the taxi pulled away, she leant her hands on her knees and spat into the gutter. Another hundred yards and she’d have thrown up in the back of the cab. That would have made the evening very expensive.



She looked at the house, the curtains were drawn in the front room, but a chink of light betrayed that her boyfriend was still not in bed.



Lisa stared at her watch and tried to focus. It was ten past three at the end of a very long night. She had met her friends in town before Jeremy had got back from the football. They had moved from bar to bar and finally to a nightclub and with precious little to eat, Lisa was as drunk as she had been for a very long time.



She wrestled her key from her clutch bag and watched as it slipped from her fingers and tumbling in slow motion bounced on the driveway. She stood and stared at it glinting up at her before bracing herself against the door and bending down to retrieve it. She searched for the lock, leaning against the door with one palm to steady her hand, her frustration building as she aimed and missed repeatedly. When she finally slipped the key into the lock, she turned it and the handle simultaneously whilst leaning heavily against the door, causing her to stumble into the porch.



Once in the hallway, she kicked her shoes into the corner and dropped her bag at the foot of the stairs. She took a couple of deep breaths and although the room continued to spin, she finally felt her nausea begin to retreat. Jeremy waved at her from the sofa as she walked into the living room.



“Good evening?” He said with a smile as she stumbled into the room.



“Not bad.” She giggled. “Although it could get better with a good seeing too. Jackie dragged some lucky bloke into a taxi, so she’ll be enjoying a good fuck, so, I figure why not me.”



She stood just out of arm’s reach and started to drunkenly gyrate in front of Jeremy, running her hands down her sides, then when she reached the hem of her dress, pulling it up as she danced, giving Jeremy an eyeful of her candy pink panties beneath.



Jeremy watched her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue as she stumbled drunkenly in front of him before she slipped her dress off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.



She continued to dance, with the occasional step to steady herself, in matching underwear, before unclipping her bra and tossing it to the floor. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, slowly massaging them, enjoying the sensation of her nipples hardening against her palms.



Finally she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her knickers and slowly drew them down her thighs, before letting them fall to the floor and kicking them into Jeremy’s lap.



Her thin strip of blonde public hair was not enough to hide her excitement, her moist lips already swollen and dark pink in contrast to her pale hair and skin.



“Show me your cock.” She slurred. “I’m hungry.”



As she knelt down on the carpet, Jeremy unzipped his jeans and wrestled them off over his thighs before Lisa grabbed them in both hands and tugged them off, throwing them onto her pile. Jeremy’s cock sprang to attention and kneeling over him, Lisa grabbed it in her fist and fed it between her lips.



She sucked his swollen cock hungrily, salivating as he filled her mouth each time he bucked his hips towards her until his whole dick shone with her spit as it ran down his shaft and coated his balls.



She sucked and slurped him noisily, groaning in satisfaction as she felt his hand entwine in her long blonde hair and push her even deeper onto his manhood.



“Take it baby.” He moaned. “Take it all in.”



Lisa jumped as someone grasped hold of her hips. Suddenly her pussy was full of cock. She wriggled and writhed against the invasion, but Jeremy had her head pinned securely in place and whoever was behind her held her tightly as he thrust his cock deep inside her.



She tried to squeal but Jeremy’s cock filled her mouth. She bucked and struggled as she tried in vain to wrestle free, but the more she struggled the harder she was fucked, her thrashing and gurgling translating as enthusiasm.



She tried to think who was behind her, his cock was thick and stretched her wide and whoever it was used every last inch until she could feel his swinging balls slap rhythmically against her thighs.



Finally she felt Jeremy’s grip on her hair relax and she fought herself free, spitting out his cock and staring up into his face.



“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She shouted at him, but further protest was cut short as the man behind her grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard, snapping her head back as he fucked her, drawing a gasp from her lips.



“Great fuck Jez.” She heard him say giving away his identity. It was Thomas, one of his football buddies. Well if Thomas is here, where the fuck is Danny she thought. The two were so inseparable she had wondered if they were gay – although at least Thomas seemed to have disproved that theory.



With his cock filling every inch of her tight pussy, she realised she was about to come, but despite her rising pleasure, she still struggled against the unexpected violation.



She was suddenly aware of Thomas’ shortened breathing and he began to fuck her in short rapid strokes, still tugging on her hair to emphasise each thrust. She sensed he was about to come and the thought of Jeremy watching her being fucked by one of his friends made her feel cheap and used — even it is was by someone she had always fancied and secretly thought of fucking on more than one occasion.



As Thomas’ orgasm approached, he relaxed his grip and as soon as she felt it, she threw herself to her left and felt his cock pop out of her pussy.



Despite her drunkenness, she was on her feet in an instant. She aimed a badly targeted kick at Thomas and when she missed, she very nearly lost her balance and tumbled on top of him, but after a drunken stumble she finally managed to maintain her balance and stumble around him.



“You fucking bastards.” She slurred. “You dirty fucking bastards.” Her drunken mind searched in vain for something else to shout. “Who the fuck do you think I am? You fucking bastards.” And with nothing else to say she stormed out of the room and staggered upstairs.



When they heard the bedroom door slam shut, Thomas looked guiltily across at Jeremy.



“Ooops.” He said with a shrug.



“Don’t sweat.” Jeremy replied. “She’s shit-faced. I doubt she’ll even remember anything in the morning. Hey, it was worth a try. Another beer?”



“Aren’t you going to see if she’s okay?”



“She’s probably unconscious already.” Jeremy replied with a shrug.



“Beer it is then. I’ll get them.” Tom said getting to his feet. “You get dressed, I don’t want to stare at that all night.” He laughed pointing at Jeremy’s still erect cock. “Where the fuck’s Danny anyway?” He said as he headed to kitchen.



As Jeremy pulled his jeans back on he could hear Lisa crashing around upstairs, then it all went quiet. Danny reappeared with Thomas and they sat around with a beer, chewing the fat as they had been doing before Lisa’s arrival.



Lisa crawled naked onto the bed, her head spinning every time she closed her eyes. Despite her outburst, her pussy was so deliciously wet, her sticky juices clung to the insides of her thighs.



She thought about Thomas’ cock. It was bigger and somehow harder than Jez’s – a lot bigger in fact, she thought as her hand crept down between her thighs. She parted her lips with her thumb and gently rubbed her clit, instantly feeling her pleasure rise and suddenly a little disappointed she’d not let Thomas finish what he’d started — she’d been after a good fuck after all, she could remember saying so, and Thomas had not been the only one on the brink of orgasm. Lisa watched her fingers work in the gloom, still unable to close her eyes and within moments her orgasm washed satisfyingly over her whole body, cleansing it of any remaining anger at what Jez had allowed to happen. She closed her eyes to enjoy the afterglow of her pleasure and fell almost instantly asleep in a lazily spinning room.







About twenty minutes after Lisa fled upstairs Jeremy drained his beer and stood up.



“Come on you guys.” He said crossing the small living room in several purposeful strides. “I’ve got an idea.”



He led them both upstairs to his bedroom. As expected Lisa was naked and unconscious face down on top of the duvet, the room reverberating to the sound of light, drunken snoring.



“Grab that.” He said to Danny, pointing at a video camera on the top of the tall chest of drawers, before carefully rolling Lisa onto her front.



As Danny focussed the camera on him, Jeremy slowly parted Lisa’s legs and delicately ran his tongue along the length of her pussy. Her lips were still slick with cream from her earlier excitement and his tongue split them easily until he found her clitoris. He teased it briefly with the end of his tongue before closing his mouth around her lips and sucking them greedily, feeling them swell in his mouth.



Meanwhile, with the added bonus of a camera to perform for, Thomas knelt over Lisa and licked all around one nipple until it stood pink and proud before turning his attention to the other.



Lisa moaned in her sleep but her gentle snoring continued. Danny took the opportunity to capture every inch of her taut body for the camera, focusing on both Thomas and Jeremy as they worked on different parts of her.



Thomas discarded his jeans and straddled Lisa’s body, pushing her tits up together around his cock. Danny filmed as Thomas rocked back and forth, his cock popping out the top of Lisa’s cleavage each time he thrust his hips forward.



Lisa’s snoring stopped, and both Thomas and Jeremy paused briefly to see if she had woken, but after letting out a stifled groan, her heavy breathing resumed.



Thomas moved further up Lisa’s body. A drop of semen bubbled on the head of his cock and he wiped it across Lisa’s lipsticked lips leaving a smear of cum glistening on them.



Thomas changed position and titled Lisa’s head to one side, pushing his cock against her lips. He felt her teeth against his flesh and gently squeezed her cheeks to see if she would open her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and Thomas slipped the head of his cock into her mouth, and as he rocked back and forth gently, Danny captured on camera as more and more disappeared between her lips.



“Help me roll her off the bed.” Jeremy said moving away from Lisa’s glistening pussy. Danny put down the camera briefly whilst Thomas reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth.



They carefully arranged Lisa so she was kneeling on the floor, bent over the bed. Jeremy knelt behind her and pushed his achingly hard cock into her dripping pussy, easing it all inside her until his balls were crushed against her thighs. He fucked her slowly in long strokes that used every inch of his length and as he withdrew he could see his cock glistening with her cream.



Tired of being third in the queue, Danny stripped down whilst Thomas took control of the camera, crawling around on the floor like a pro to ensure he got all the best shots.



Jeremy fucked Lisa until his balls were ready to blow, then reluctantly withdrew and stepped away.



Danny did not wait for permission, but instantly slipped into the space that Jeremy had vacated, pushing his swollen cock into Lisa’s pussy.



Fucking her with short stabs of his cock, he lacked Jeremy’s patience, seemingly eager to fuck her quickly and get his piece before they were caught. So as Thomas continued to film, the sound of Danny’s balls slapping against Lisa’s thighs filled the room.



“No cumming.” Jeremy said, watching Danny from the other side of the room. “You may very well have the pleasure of fucking her, but no one shoots inside her. Clear?”



Both men nodded and Danny withdrew almost instantly, a look of pained frustration on his face. Jeremy took the camera from Thomas, who immediately stripped down and took Danny’s place.



Kneeling between Lisa’s stretched legs, he eased a full nine inches of rock hard meat deep inside Lisa’s cunt. As Thomas withdrew for the first time, he ran his thumb along his shaft until it glistened with her cream and the second time he pushed his cock inside her, he rubbed his lubricated thumb all over her ring. Thomas had known Lisa for almost five years and had always fancied her, so was determined not to waste his long-awaited opportunity.



He tensed slightly as a groan escaped Lisa’s lips and her pussy contracted around his cock, gripping it like a vice. Until now the moans had been random, but now they came every two or three thrusts and Thomas wondered if she was on the verge of waking up. Judging by what happened earlier, he suspected they would be in for hell-fire if that happened.



As he fucked her he managed to slip his thumb inside her ring to the first knuckle and each time her pussy gripped his cock, her arse clenched his thumb even more tightly.



Lisa teetered on the brink of orgasm and had been having the most amazing dream about being screwed from behind with the biggest cock that stretched and filled her to the very limit. As her mind swam drunkenly back into focus, she could hear softly spoken voices around her, but the feeling of fullness continued.



“I’m cumming.” She moaned softly, making all three men jump, but Thomas continued to fuck her slowly. “Don’t you dare stop.” She ordered.



Thomas held her hips and pushed his cock inside her in half strokes, only withdrawing in part before pushing it all the way back in, using his length to the greatest effect ensuring that Lisa was always full.



She moaned again, willing her orgasm to hit her, desperate to feel her own pleasure. As she woke slowly and became more aware of the room, she began to realise that it wasn’t a dream at all. Whilst her drunken mind was finding it very difficult to connect with reality, she was sure she was awake and positive there was a massive cock stretching her wide. She was also conscious of the muscles in her arse in spasm, continuously working to eject something inside it.



“I cumming.” She moaned again. “Faster.”



Thomas responded by increasing his tempo until his huge balls swung lazily against her thighs. As Lisa continued to regain awareness, she accepted she was actually being fucked and that it wasn’t a dream. But who was fucking her? She had been sharing a bed with Jeremy for almost five years and whilst their sex-life had always been strong, there was no way the magic wand inside her was his, it was huge. It was long and thick and wonderful.



“Turn me around and fuck me to my face.” She groaned eager to see who was using her for pleasure. It suddenly crossed her mind that maybe she’d scored whilst out with the girls and for the first time, she opened her eyes and was relieved to find that her own bed and familiar duvet cover swam into brief focus before the room started to spin and she clamped them shut again.



She was man-handled onto the bed and lay on her back. She felt someone climb back between her legs and braced herself. She felt her pussy stretched wide as the huge cock eased gently back inside her until she was full and happy again.



She could feel the man’s breath on her face as he leant over her and slowly, she opened her eyes.



“Hello Thomas.” She purred, looking up into his face. She had wondered if it was him. He was treating her so gently and almost making love to her, trying to tease an orgasm out of her rather than force her into one. She knew Thomas had always fancied her. She could tell by the way he spoke to her, how different he was around her than when he didn’t know she was there and by the way he constantly undressed her with his eyes whenever they spoke.



He smiled down at her as he continued to thrust himself inside her and Lisa wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.



“I’m cumming.” She wailed as her orgasm finally exploded, washing over her body until every nerve tingled and her legs quivered. When her orgasm finally subsided, she reached up and kissed him, nibbling briefly on his lips. “Put your cock in my mouth, my pussy needs a rest.” She said and felt instant relief and yet also disappointment as he slipped his cock from her stretched and tired box.



Swapping ends, Thomas walked around the bed and slipped his hands underneath Lisa’s shoulders and pulled her gently backwards until her head lolled over the edge of the bed.



Lisa came eye to eye with his cock for the first time. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, her hand barely able to enclose it, and she guided the tip between her lips, instantly tasting her own pussy as she greedily sucked around his sensitive glans.



Thomas gently slid the first few inches of his cock inside her mouth and as soon as he felt her tense, he held it momentarily before easing it back out. He ran his head all over her lips and when she gasped and opened wide, he slipped it back into her willing mouth.



Danny wasted no time in seizing his chance. He clambered onto the bed between Lisa’s legs and slipped his hands underneath her knees. He draped them over his thighs as he knelt and roughly pushed his cock into Lisa’s pussy. She gasped out loud with surprise, but it was muffled as her mouth was full of Thomas. This was not what she had expected, but the cock that now pummelled her was so much easier to accommodate.



In total contrast, Danny fucked her roughly and quickly. He held her thighs tightly, his thumbs digging into her flesh. He was grunting like an animal and as he leant over her she could feel drops of sweat dripping off his hair onto her chest.



Lisa wondered if this is what Danny’s girlfriend had to put up with or if she was just getting special treatment. But she decided to just let him get on with it whilst she concentrated on sucking her way into Thomas’ heart, eager to eat as much of his nine inches as she could manage.



Jeremy watched through the lens of the camera as his two best friends fucked his girlfriend, her shoulder-length blonde hair stuck to her forehead and face as she worked up a sweat.



Danny was gasping and red-faced almost as if he was keen to get it over with, whilst in contrast Thomas seemed eager to fuck Lisa for as long as possible.



Danny bucked and thrust pushing Lisa across the bed and ever deeper onto Thomas’ cock, leaving her gasping for air and her jaw aching and sore.



“I’m fucking cumming.” Danny grunted and Lisa was relieved to feel him pull his meat out of her, having him fuck her was one thing, but having his mess inside her was something else completely.



Jeremy zoomed in on Danny as he sat astride Lisa’s hips and pumped his cock in his hand, grunting at the last second as his cock erupted, splattering his hot semen all over Lisa’s full round breasts and flat stomach.



Danny took the camera from Jeremy and leant against the wardrobe watching Thomas slide his cock as far as he could into Lisa’s mouth. Suddenly, she looked up to where Jeremy was climbing onto the bed.



“Well, if you’re going to have a go too, I want this one back in my pussy.” She said, still gripping Thomas’ cock in her fist.



Danny filmed as Thomas lay flat on the bed and Lisa enthusiastically straddled his cock, guiding it back inside her with her hand and sinking down onto it with a satisfied groan.



She slid up and down on his cock, controlling the depth of his thrusts until she felt comfortable again with his size and had all of him buried inside.



Lisa’s whimpers grew to satisfied groans as Thomas brought her to a second orgasm which left her flushed and every part of her body tingling.



She leant down and kissed him hungrily, pushing her tongue into his mouth, never once taking her eyes off his.

NOTE: This story is different from my others in that it is not written from my point of view. This story is written from my Aunt Jennifer’s POV, and is fictional. This story was inspired by a true incestuous experience I shared with my aunt, but additional characters have been added and exaggerated for your most incest filled fantasies. I am not a professional writer so please, save your comments on any grammatical errors there may be for yourself. My stories focus on sexual excitement, not perfect writing.



Also, I really enjoy interacting with my readers and hearing there thoughts on my work. Please do comment and I will surely comment back! These stories are for the viewers, any suggestions are greatly welcomed!



Hope you enjoy!




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Characters:



Jennifer (narrator): 43 years old, white, Sandy Blonde hair down to the middle of her back, deep and dark blue eyes, 36 D breasts, slightly chubby, thick bubble butt, long muscular legs, 5’7″ tall.



Jennifer’s friend Stacey: 5’10″ tall, Dark skin, African-American, 40 years old, mother to one son Justin, 34 C breasts, very slender frame with long smooth legs, shoulder length black hair.



Stacey’s son Justin: 6’4″ tall, also African-American, muscular but wiry build, 24 years old.



Jennifer’s nephew Phillp: 6′ tall, white, stocky and very muscular build, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes.

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I have always been a very sexual woman. In high school, I wasn’t really aware of my sexuality, and was considered a bit prudish so to speak. In the beginning of my college life, I was still pretty reserved until I got my first real boyfriend. He was my first love, and I began to experiment sexually. We started having sex pretty regularly, but it was one of those things were I just sort of laid on my back and waited for him to cum. Sure it felt good, but it was basic sex and not totally satisfying.



Just as we were beginning to open up in the bedroom where the sex started getting good, I found out he cheated on me with one of my best friends. I was really crushed, and decided revenge on them both was the only thing that would make me feel better, and oh boy was I right…



My friend who cheated with my boyfriend was also in a relationship with one of my boyfriends college teammates. Long story short, I ended up sleeping with her boyfriend and one of his friends. It was my first threesome, and unlike my boyfriend, these men knew what they were doing. They gave me a fucking of a lifetime, switching back and forth one in my mouth and one behind me. I had several orgasms that night and from that point on I realized I was addicted to sex. I loved every minute of that threesome, and was determined to be fully sexually satisfied for the rest of my life. However, that did not end up to be the case.



I had a very sexually active life the rest of college and throughout my younger years. Eventually I settled down with the man I thought was “the one”. Rob was my best friend, and eventually became my best lover. We were married in 2007 and had what every couple wanted, a fairytale love story. Or so I thought…



Once again, I was let down. Rob and I began fighting over the dumbest things a couple years in our marriage. Things were slowly falling apart, but I didn’t want to admit that to myself. I confided in my sister about our money troubles, and how everything had sort of been weighing on our relationship. I didn’t really pay any attention to the fact that my sister’s son Phillip was listening to our conversation. My troubles fell on deaf ears with my sister. She had troubles of her own, and didn’t really care too much about mine. Phillip on the other hand, really felt for me and was a person I could vent too whenever Rob and I were having rough times.



Phillip was a really good friend to me during the end of my marriage, and the times after my divorce. I struggled through some depression after the divorce, and ultimately only a couple people were there for me during that time. My best friend and co-worker Stacey and my nephew Phillip. Stacey was a stunning black woman. In college I had some bi-sexual experiences, but I had never been attracted to a woman like I was to Stacey. Whenever I would watch as she changed I got so turned on I had to literally resist my innermost desires of pouncing on her and fondling her breasts, sucking on her nipples, and teasing her clit. She was THAT beautiful.



Despite my craving for her pussy, I could never make a move like that with her. Whenever we got drunk the sexuality of our conversations would get so steamy I would catch myself wishing the tales of our escapades were with one another. Granted, I love cock more than any woman out there, but Stacey’s pussy was something I wanted more than you could imagine. As time wore on after the divorce, and my cock drought carried on, I became sexually frustrated and desperate. The next Saturday night I decided I would make a move at Stacey. I needed a good ole big O, and I wanted Stacey to give it to me.



Stacey comes over every Saturday night where we have a few drinks each. Talk about our latest fucks (more recently only “her fucks” since I hadn’t had any). That night I dressed especially slutty in order to get Stacey’s attention, I wanted to see if I could catch her eyes wandering on my cleavage or ass. I wore a pair of tight jean shorts that were so small, the bottom of my ass sort of hung out from beneath them. I am pretty tan and I know for a fact my ass looked plump and delicious. I also wore a tight white low cut tank top with my red push up bra. My tits always looked fantastic, and luckily enough I caught Stacey checking them out.



The drinks, steamy conversation, and Stacey’s wandering eyes gave me the confidence to start to make a move on her. Stacey was explaining how her latest one night stand gave her more than a couple hickey’s on her tits and left some bite marks (Stace, as I call her, was really into rough sex which explains the bruising and biting!). I gave her right breast a firm and grab, and held on.



“Did he grab them like this?” I questioned sensually.



We both froze. I was definitely drunk and was given a false sense of courage and reality, I was embarrassed that I had crossed the line with my best friend…



Until I saw the look on her face… Stacey’s mouth was wide open with that drop-jaw look. But her eyes told me that it was a good amazement. You can’t hide the sparkle in your eyes when you are lusting, even if it may be wrong. Stacey looked me dead in the eyes with an aggressive twinkle, and I knew her body was responding well with my forwardness, despite how awkward and shocking it may have been.



“Well… actually, he grabbed them like this!” shrieked stacy as she slapped my tits and then grabbed them tighter than they had ever been grabbed before! Before I knew it, our tongues were exploring each other’s mouthes faster and more clumsily than two 13 year olds at a bar mitzvah… Our kissing was full of passion, and we were so wrapped up in another that we were jittery and moving very fast. It was a feeling I’d never had before.



Stacey tore off my top and bra in a single pull, splitting my tank top down the middle. I’d never had such an aggressive lover especially in my later years… Of course I was still naughty as ever on the inside, but 40 year old women don’t usually have sex like this!



Stacey lapped away at my large aureolas and nipples and she gave them an occasional bite or slap. She loved my large breasts and she exposed her equally full rack as she continued to ravage mine. Her hands found my pussy once I pulled off my jean shorts. He threw me on my back and pounced on top of me, holding my neck and pressing me down firm on the couch.



She lapped at my clit with her tongue occasionally sucking on it to increase the pressure and send me over the edge. My orgasms were quick and plentiful. I was in ecstatic bliss, my body was quivering with her every move.



When Stace put two fingers in my open cunt, she moved gentle at first. Something I had never expected out of her, the sensuality built as she held me right on the verge of another orgasm. She milked me slow and gentle, bringing me on the edge of climaxing, but not quite pushing me over the line. I was being teased beyond belief, but I loved it.



Almost instantly, Stace plunged a third finger deep inside me as she continued to lick my clit. Her other hand moved down to my tits as she fondled each breast. She pounded my pussy with three fingers and I held her tongue on my clit hard, I was screaming now as my hardest orgasm hit. I couldn’t move for a long couple of seconds, and lay there frozen in satisfaction.



My body was begging for this fuck and I finally got it. It sure wasn’t cock, but Stacey’s expert pussy working skills definitely got the job done.



We laid there in each other’s arms without speaking. We didn’t know what to say, our bodies and minds both in shock.



Stacey broke the silence, “I am so glad you made that move you whore!”



“Oh please! Your eyes were begging for it!”



We went back and forth like that for a while, and we both conceded that our sexcapade was long over due. I was so relieved that my bravery was rewarded in giving me a new, sexy, and erotic lover in Stace.



I realized that when Stacey was there for me through the tough times, my feelings strengthened for her and met my sexual desire for her. We connected on a deeper level, and her sex appeal made it all the sweeter. Her love made me feel like a teenager again, not a 40 year old woman! Part of the excitement was that we were two older women ravaging one another, not just college age sex crazy young girls!



Stacey made my mind and sex drive young again, and I knew what else I wanted. I was still missing cock, and I figured that the connection I had with Stace could only be met by one male. In my mind it was wrong, but in my heart and deep in my cunt, it was so right. I needed cock bad and only Phillip could meet that need emotionally and physically.



Phillip is quite the physical specimen, he is buff and cut. Not like some meat head that hits on me in the gym. His body is young, tight, and firm and it had driven me wild for years now. I didn’t want to admit because of how wrong it would be viewed by society, but my new sexual revitalization put those constraints to rest. I new I had to have Phillip but how?



Before I could put my plan into action, I wanted to run it by my best friend (both sexually and emotionally). Stacey already knew how her support during my time of need strengthened our relationship. She also knew that despite our relationship my need for cock was not satisfied. I told her that I found someone I was deeply emotionally and physically attracted to, and told her about fantasizing about him lately. I questioned whether or not she would be interested in a threesome with this man, and she said from my description she would love to. I was scared, but I had to tell her who this man really was.



“The only problem is… The man is my sister’s son” I confessed.



Stacey looked at me in the eyes deeply, and then replied, “Why is that a problem?! If you are attracted to one another then I don’t see any problem with it at all… Hell, we’ve all fantasized about of family members from time to time, whether or not we admit it to ourselves is another story. But don’t be ashamed at all! I know a couple people in my family I would fuck in a heartbeat!”



Stace’s reassurance gave me such a great feeling of relief, to know someone had experienced the same feelings I had. Now assured in myself, I made Stacey an offer, “Well if you help me get Phillip in the sack, I’ll return the favor with whoever you are trying to get with! Whadya say?”



Stacey responded, “Well my incestuous fantasy might be a little harder to pull off… It’s my son, Justin..”



Stacey caught me a little off gaurd… her son?! I would have never expected Stacey to have feelings for Justin like this. But I could understand why, he was very muscular and handsome. I know the saying about African-American men and their large cocks, and if it was true I am sure Justin would be very large. I had always loved eyeing him down from time to time, and hopefully I would be able to help. Then, I got the best idea I’d ever had!



“Stacey! I have the best idea ever! Phillip is leaving for college next week and will be stopping in town to stay the night. I will invite him to my place, and you bring Justin. We will have some good clean family fun and introduce the boys, before we get down to business… If you know what I mean!”



“Jennifer, you are a genius! That’ll be perfect! We will just have to dress and act a little slutty so that they will get the hint!”



I couldn’t have agreed more, and Stacey and I shared a long night fucking each other with reckless abandon, pretending that my nephew Phillip, and her son Justin were there. She pulled out her new strap-on dildo, and pounded me harder than any man ever has. I imagined her thick rubber toy was Phillip, and got myself off on that fantasy several times before the night was over. Before we fell asleep, we talked about how slow time would pass until next week when Phillip was to arrive… Fortunately for me, the time passed quicker than ever and before I knew it, the day had arrived…



Phillip called at around 5:30 pm and told me he’d be in around 7:30 or so for dinner before he crashed for the rest of the trip to college in the morning.



I quickly called Stacey and told her to head over. When she got to my house, she called her son Justin and invited him over for dinner with the two of them and me and Phillip. She said she wanted him to be there to keep Phillip company, and Justin agreed that it sounded fun.



We were giggling like high school aged girls when we picked out our outfits. Stacey chose a pair of short workout shorts anda white low cut tank top showing off my breasts. I wanted to look casual but sexy, so I didn’t wear a bra letting my tits sag a little much like all 40 year old women, but it also showed off my nipples once I started to get excited.



I picked out jean shorts and a tube top for Stacey, going with an extra sluttly look to get our younger men excited right off the bat.



Justin came over first, and I started to pour some drinks. I made Justin’s pretty stiff (as I hoped to do later in the night!) and when Phillip arrived I made his drink equally strong. We chatted about how nervous Phillip was to go off to a new state for college, and Justin assured him he would be fine. Justin and Phillip seemed to be getting along very well, and decided to go out for a swim.



Stacey and I stayed inside and talked about how we would change the mood of the night to a much more sexual one. We figured neither of the boys would make a move considering the circumstances, and we resolved to be the aggressors. When the boys got out of the pool I told them to just cover up in the towels, and leave their suits on the deck so I could wash them later after the dried.



Justin and Phillip entered the living room to find Stacey and I on the couch giggling. We were all certainly buzzed because we had had several strong vodka and sodas. We launched our attack on the young meat before us.



“Justin, how awesome do Jenn’s boobs look in this shirt? God they look so full I just wish I could touch them!” asked Stacey.



Just her words got my nipples hard.



“Uh well, I mean yeah they look pretty good…” hesitated Justin awkwardly.



“It’s okay if you want to touch them Justin, Jennifer won’t mind! Will ya, Jenn?”



“Not at all” I replied in the most sultry voice I had.”Go ahead Justin, try em out..”



Justin was not shy at all, most likely because of the alcohol, and responded with a tender massage of my right boob. My body responded without inhibition, and my lips let a soft groan spill out. Stacey pulled down my tank top, and let my boobs spill out. I was out of breath because of excitement, and opened my eyes that met with Philip’s. Phillip could not contain his proud member beneath his towel, and his stiffened prick made a marvelous mound underneath the fabric.



“Don’t leave Stacey all alone!” I commanded. Phillip couldn’t resist my command, and made his way over to Stacey and their lips met. A deep embrace turned into a passionate tongue flickering exchange. As I watched them kiss, I noticed the way he manhandled her voluptuous breasts, and became so turned on I felt my pussy about to explode.



Justin’s hands had made their way to my shorts, and removed them with ease, without letting his mouth leave my boobs. His tongue circled around each nipple back and forth and they were harder than could be. His hands worked my clit and slowly he plunged two fingers deep in my cunt. I was moaning loudly as he heaved my fleshy mounds, and pounded my pussy.



Stacey was on both knees letting Phillip violate her mouth with his impressive 10 inches of cock. Stacey had his balls in her right hand, her own clit in her left, as Phillip face fucked her. I never knew how expert of a cock-sucker Stacey was, and wanted to show Justin my own oral skills.



I ripped off his towel, exposing his mammoth meat. Justin was just as long as Phillip, if not longer. But his thickness was what separated him from Phillip in size. I wasn’t sure if I could fit it all in my mouth, but did my best to compensate by bombarding his dick head with a sloppy and rapid bobbing. I worked Justin’s dick as best as I could, working him up for an impressive orgasm.



When I felt hands on the underside of my ass, juggling my cheeks up and down, I hoped it would be Phillip. I released Justin’s dark cock from my mouth and passed it on to his mother’s hands. Justin must have been surprised I exchanged him to his own mother, the woman who birthed him, because he froze.



“Don’t worry baby, mama is gonna take care of your cock. I promise I’ll work it better than any slut ever could. Now sit down over here and let me ride you baby boy!” commanded Stacey.



Justin complied with her incest driven command, and clearly demonstrated he was ready to cross the line between mother and son. He sat down on the couch and stroked his cock several times while wagging his finger at his mother, motioning her to impale herself.



Stacey did as requested and faced Justin as she lowered herself onto his cock, in a traditional cowgirl position. As she bounced, I could see Stacey’s pussy juice coating Justin’s thick black dick.



Justin was holding on to his mother’s juicy orbs for dear life while she rode his cock like a true pro. Stacey was moaning very high pitched and extremely loudly from the moment their fucking began.



I turned around in time to see Phillip flickering his tongue on my asshole while he began to pump two fingers back and forth inside me. Even though Phillip was my relative and I knew it might have been wrong, my pleasure grew thinking about the fact I was being fingerblasted by my sister’s only son. My cunt coated his fingers, and my ass responded by opening up a bit to his experienced tongue.



Before Phillip pushed me over the edge with his fingers and mouth, he stood up, and crouched behind me. Phillip aimed his cock at his aunt’s asshole, and impaled me.



It hurt at first, but it hurt so good. After a few short thrusts to loosen me up, I had already had my first orgasm. I was sort of wiggling on his cock while my ass contracted his cock and pulled him deeper. I was in heaven.



“TELL YOUR AUNTIE HOW BAD YOU NEED HER ASS! TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT TO CUM INSIDE ME!” I shouted at Phillip.



“I don’t want to cum inside you, I want to shoot my load all over my aunties fat tits!”



His dirty talk got me off again as his thighs slapped back against my own with each pump of his cock. I was experiencing another orgasm, and couldn’t ask for more!

From that first moment I saw my wife impaling herself on that giant Black cock I knew it was not going to be a one off. She was hooked and would certainly be repeating the pleasurable experience at any cost.



I was not complaining, aside from the amazing erotic image that stayed with me and provided hours of great jerk off fantasies, she was also in a new state of heightened sexuality. That one incident had flicked a switch and she had become even more wild and passionate. She seemed to be more in control and took a more dominating roll, calling the shots whether it was harder, more, quicker or a new favorite “eat me out!”



The last of her commands always raised suspicion, several times after that night I would feel sure that I could taste cum again and that she had been out fucking. Nothing was ever said and I happily cleaned her up. I was still desperate to see it happen again, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and was not content for it to be the only time I got to see it. I know she enjoyed it and suspected she still was, the final barrier was for her to know that I knew and accepted it.



A few weeks had gone by and aside from my occasional suspicion of her sopping gaping cunt during oral or her evasive behavior when committing to when she would be home from friends or what she was doing, I had no idea how we were going to move the situation forward.



To make thing worse, I was on a project that took me out of town. I was working long hours and was tired and lonely, each night going back to the motel and jerking off imagining what my beautiful wife was up to. When we spoke on the phone a few times she sounded like she was caught with her hands in the cookie jar but claimed that she was helping her friend with some work. I felt sure that she was getting her fill of cock.



It was Friday afternoon and there was a chance to wrap work up early and break for the weekend. I did not want to spend more time away so raced for a flight home. Three hours later I arrived outside our house, which was in darkness. My wife’s car was in the drive along with two other vehicles I have not seen before.



I went round the back of the house and let myself in quietly through the kitchen door. The house was a mess; there were a couple of empty bottles of wine in the kitchen and a trail of clothes leading towards the stairs. Following the trail I worked out there was more than two people involved. I could recognize my wife’s clothes, but also came up with what appeared to be two pairs of men’s pants!



As I went up the stairs I could hear sounds of a serious fucking, my wife was crying out and was begging to be fucked harder. At the top of the stairs I had a perfect view of our bedroom. This view included my wife and two huge black cocks. She had one thrusting in and out of her pussy, and the other wagging across her mouth for her to suck between her cries



I was transfixed at how beautiful she looked; her ass was bright red with large handprints from a good spanking. Her tits were hanging down and being sucked as she fucked her stud while the other was pawing her asshole.



The bed was soaked and the room smelled heavily of sex, this scene had clearly been going on for a while. Her thighs were streaked with dried cum, as was her hair; it looked like this was at least round two for her two studs.



Her pace was quickening and I could tell she was close to an orgasm; she was pushing harder and harder down on the cock in her pussy and was making her best effort at taking the other all the way in her mouth. Suddenly she let the cock in her mouth go and pushed back one last time on the cock she was riding, She let out a long moan and came all over him, as she slid off his cock I could see that it was slick with their combined juices. She then told her studs that she wanted them both to fuck her. She climbed off one cock and instructed the other to take its place.



The cock she had been sucking was not overly long but thick and menacing looking. The cock she had been fucking was a good 10″ of rock hard flesh. It looked like it had been oiled it was so slick from her last orgasm!



She repositioned herself over the new thick monster and slowly slid down its length gasping as the girth stretched her wider than before. Once she had bottomed out she pulled her other cock into position on her asshole. Slowly he eased in and they both took a steady rhythm of fucking her, as one pulled out the other pushed in deeper. She was in total ecstasy, her head rolled back as she lost herself in the passion. Her orgasms were continuous and getting more powerful. I could only imagine what her muscles were doing to the two pistoning cocks.



I was right, after a few minutes the guy fucking her ass let out a long moan as he pumped his cum inside her. This triggered his friend who shortly followed by filling her cunt with cum. The next vision will stay with me forever, as the guy pulled out of her ass, she lifted herself off the other cock. I watched both her holes slowly close and a flood of cum leak out on to the guy beneath.



“I have a job for you she announced” I figured she was addressing one of the guys until she called my name. My heart was pounding, how did she know I was there? More importantly if she knew why did she carry on?



All I could do was obey, I had been caught watching her get fucked and had was clearly turned on by the whole situation. As I entered the room the two guys laughed as I tried to cover my own erection. After the laughter passed, my wife gave me one simple instruction “clean me up.”



I knelt on the bed behind my wife and set about licking her freshly fucked pussy. Her cunt was burning hot and soaking wet with a combination of all their sex. I kept cleaning her up and moved up to the swollen bud of her asshole. I gentle licked around her ass cleaning up all the cum that had leaked out. While I worked on her clean up she set about sucking the guy that had just fucked her ass.



Once my job was finished I stepped back taking in the scene. I was abruptly brought back to the situation as my wife instructed me my job was not complete. With this comment she moved aside from the cock she had been straddling and told me to clean him and have him ready for her again.



I stood looking at this beautiful black cock covered in sperm and her juices, I did the only thing I could. Cradling his balls I started to lick up the length of his shaft, after a while I actually got into it. I could feel the hardness return and this only went to encourage my efforts. Having removed all traces of the previous fucking I wanted to make him ready for an encore. Placing the tip of his cock in my mouth I gently sucked and bobbed my head forward inch by inch I took in more of his swollen cock. He was really getting hard now and ready for my wife who was still sucking off the other guy while fingering her own cunt.



Keeping hold of the cock I had been sucking I guided him back to my wife’s pussy. She was still super wet and stretched out from all the previous fucking so he slid in with little resistance. I watch just inches away from this coupling amazed that all that cock would fit so easily inside her.



She was still sucking on the other cock, which was now back to full hardness and looking as thick as ever. She gave one last deep suck, coating the whole shaft in saliva. “Now your turn” she said as she stared deep into my eyes.



I was both excited and terrified. I have always been Bi-curious but never had chance to fully explore. An extreme way to start I know, but what the hell!



I undressed and moved up the bed so I was on my hands and knees next to my wife. I lifted up my ass and reached out my hand to hold hands with her. I felt a cold liquid being smeared over my ass followed by intense warmth as he positioned his cock at my opening. “This is going to hurt you more than it is going to hurt me, cracker! But it is what your missus wants…” He sneered before he pressed forward. I could feel my ass slowly open to this huge invader. The pain was incredible but so was the pleasure. He was hardly moving yet I could feel his cock pulsing red hot, I must have only had a couple of inches in but I was loving it. The pain was still there but the waves of pleasure made it worthwhile. My cock was rock hard and dripping precum. Ten minutes must have past and I finally felt his balls slap against my own.



Here I was next to my beautiful wife being fucked while she was lost in her own orgasms. Every thrust he made was even more incredible sending jolts of sensation throughout my body. This was like nothing I have felt before. His hands gripped my waist and he continued to thrust into my while pulling me onto his cock. I reached behind me and fondled his balls, I did not want it to end, but also wanted to feel him cum. Lubricating my finger around my wife’s dripping cunt I returned my hand to his balls and then reached beyond his “taint” and started to probe at his ass. This was enough for him and as his paced quickened I knew I was soon going to be filled up. The anticipation was amazing but nothing could prepare me for his last thrust as he held me tightly on his pulsing cock. I could feel jet after jet of hot cum as it was pushed deep in my ass. The feeling set off my own orgasm and without being touched my own cock started to spurt over the bed sheets.



I collapsed forward, sliding of his softening cock; I was exhausted and light headed after such an intense experience. I lay for a moment listening to my wife being fucked. Soon she was crying out as she was filled again with another fresh load of sperm. She fell forwards and was lay beside me. What a sight it must have been a man and wife both sexually spent, dripping in cum with two black lovers knelling between them.



We both rolled on to our backs and I smiled across at her and she smiled back. This moment was our joint acceptance, me of her infidelity and her of my fantasies. Our moment was cut short as our two guests came to the top of the bed and presented each of us with their cocks to clean. Again I found myself sucking on a black dick watching my wife do the same.



This day would change us both for good…

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Part 09



Cat and Mouse




I felt the metal of her claws dig into my chest as she used her ‘paws’ for leverage as she rode me in slow movement of her hips and legs. I looked down and saw the silhouette of her body and could see her drop down over and over again as she impaled her pussy on my iron hard flesh. Droplets of her sweat fell from her forehead as the heat of the suit and the exertion of her being on top combined to tax her.



“MMMMMMMMM feels so good,” she purred.



The mixture of her tight wet pussy and the vibrations coming from the toy in her ass were driving me crazy.



“Can’t hold on much longer,” I said through gritted teeth. “That toy of yours is almost too much,” I told her.



“Tell me about it, you should be on the receiving end of an anal vibrator,” she growled.



“You want me to take you from behind lover,” I asked and saw her eyes light up. “Good, get on your hands and knees and let me do all the work.”



She smiled and slowly rose up and moved to the foot of the bed. Her head was near the edge pressed down into the mattress while that lovely ass of hers was high in the air. I accepted her invitation and knelt behind her. I caressed her right ass cheek softly and felt her tremble beneath my touch.



“Do you like that,” I asked and she wiggled her ass at me. “I’ll take that as a yes.”



I took cock in hand and slapped her ass cheek with the head and again she trembled but when I slid the tip up and down along her sex Cyan let out a long drawn out moan.



“You want this…” I growled and her only answer a whimper of need.



I slid just the tip between her pussy lips and heard her sudden intake of breath and I paused for a long minute before feeding her a single inch of length, pause then another inch and so on until I was completely inside of her. Her whimper now turned to a deep purr in her ample chest.



“Fuck me lover, take your pleasure from me please!” she begged.



I laid a hand on an ass cheek and began to rub and caress and I’m not sure if it was me, the vibrator or perhaps both that was the nudge she needed. Cyan cried out her voice echoing off the walls there were no words just a sound giving voice to the pleasure her body could no longer contain. I could feel her pussy spasm around me so I chose that moment to start slamming my hips into her and with a gasp and strangled groan one orgasm followed the other. As I thrust my hips and felt her tightness around me and the rhythmic vibrations from the toy I knew it wouldn’t be long before I followed suit and came and with that same intensity she had experienced. As she knelt there recovering I increased my pace and rammed my hips into her as hard as I could and once she had caught her breath she began to grunt each time I pierced her to her core.



“UNNN UNNNN UNNNNNN,” she moaned louder and louder now.



I loved the view that fucking her from behind provided but now I wanted to see her eyes, her hunger as I pounded her pussy. I stopped and pulled out of her. I walked to the foot of the bed with one of her ankles in my grip. I rolled her onto her back and yanked her so that her ass was right on the edge of the bed. She slipped a leg over each of my shoulders and I saw her half lidded eyes smoldering with lust.



“MMMMMMMMMMM fuck me lover… drive that fat cock into me…” she said dreamily.



I took my hard flesh in hand and eased the tip into her watching her sex open to me again. Then I rammed it into her as deep as it would go and saw her eyes roll up in her skull.



“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,” she whimpered.



I began to move my hips slowly as I reached up and unzipped her suit and freed her tits. I leaned forward and cupped them both and began to tease and play with them and felt her body shiver as the simple caresses drew out profound pleasure from her. Cyan bit her lower lip and clenched her fists and I slowly made love to her now.



“Oh god baby…” she whispered, “…feels so damn good!”



I lightly pinched her nipples and as I felt the first inklings of my climax building I thrust just a little faster now. However when I pinched her nipples a little harder I felt Cyan’s ass lift off the bed just a bit. ‘HMMM’ I thought and the closer my climax got the harder I pinched and the harder I pinched the higher her ass lifted up. Soon I was slamming my cock into her pussy and her butt had cleared the bed and her back was arching now as my cock swelled and with a few last powerful thrusts of my hips my orgasm hit me with such force my knees nearly buckled. I didn’t realize I had screamed until my brain had moved through that wonderful fog of pleasure and the echoes of my cry finally registered. Panting and wheezing I fell atop the equally over stimulated Cyan Michaels who wrapped her legs around me and not so subtly removed the toy from between her ass cheeks. When we could talk again she rolled me onto my back and kissed me nearly starting another round of love making but her phone went off and she had to take an important business call.



“Saved by the cell,” I moaned and lay there listening to my heart pound in my chest.



Was the sex in my life getting better or was my choice in partners improving? I didn’t really care at the moment. I closed my eyes and basked in that freshly fucked after glow. I felt the weight of a curvaceous body settle on top of me and smiling I opened my eyes. But it wasn’t Cyan who was straddling me it was Lilith. In this current incarnation she was the succubus personified with her ruddy skin and eyes the color of molten gold. I looked down as she pressed her tits against my chest with their nipples and aureoles like polished brass. Purring in my ear she stretched out her bat-like wings until they nearly touched the bedroom’s walls. I felt her long snake-like tongue as it licked and teased my neck and earlobe.



“Master… that was fucking intense!” she whispered in my ear.



“As glad as I am to see you Lilith why are you here?”



“It has taken me a few days to compile that information for you and since I was finished I thought you might reward your loyal servant with an orgasm or two,” she purred.



“Wait, you can have orgasms?”



“Master,” she blinked a few times in surprise before smiling. “Of course I can. With all the data you provided in your home movies…”



“…you watched them all?”



“Some more than once, one like ten times it was so fucking hot!”



“Okay, so I still don’t get the orgasm thing.”



“When a man and woman really like each other the man sticks his…”



“Lilith!”



“Sheesh, I thought I could get a smile at least with that one.”



“Okay that was funny now would you please explain how YOU can have an orgasm?”



I felt her cool hand wrap around the shaft of my cock and slowly begin to jack me off.



“I could show you,” she growled but saw my look and stopped what she was doing. “Another time perhaps, when you recorded your little trysts with sis and dear old mom and others… you also recorded their blood pressure, heart rate and so on. My programming allows me to emulate all those bodily responses which as you know culminate in a mind blowing body shaking conclusion.”



“Wow,” I said.



“Wow indeed, I masturbated like a gazillion times waiting for you and her to finally finish.”



“You can masturbate? Oh yeah… Petra… the park… MMMMM,” I shivered at the end of that memory.



I looked up and Cyan was still on the phone and I saw her expression. She was going to have to leave on business. I guess I should have guessed. The more I thought about it I was amazed that she was able to stay as long as she had.



“Off you demon wench you,” I whispered to Lilith who smiled brilliantly revealing her curvaceous canines and flapping her wings rose into the air allowing me to rise and move towards the bathroom and the shower.



The hot water felt amazing after the afternoon I spent with Cyan and once I had cleaned off the funk and fluids from my body and my hair was washed I noticed Lilith watching intently. But to my surprise she just stood there her wings folded down over her back to form a cape-like structure. I could see her spiked tail swishing behind her but her distance and aloofness made me wonder.



“What’s wrong,” I asked.



“Nothing… okay daddy scolded me for being too familiar with you,” she pouted.



“When did this happen?”



“Just a little while ago while you were walking into the bathroom.”



“If you behave you can scritch my back,” I said smiling.



“I’ll behave… I promise,” she purred and I noticed her left hand was behind her back, fingers crossed no doubt.



“Alright come here you little minx you,” I said as she walked over emulating Petra’s sensuous walk perfectly.



She moved in front of me and pressed her body to mine and I felt her arms go around me and her wickedly sharp nails moved lightly down my back.



“MMMMMMMM how does that feel Master?” she said as she nibbled an ear lobe.



“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM DAMNNNNNNN,” I whispered.



“I have a surprise for you later,” Lilith promised as her nails continued to work their evil magic upon me.



Despite my time with Cyan and more than one body shaking mind blowing orgasms I was hard… again! And I could feel Lilith’s hot wetness above my cock as she rubbed her slit along its length.



“Damn it,” Lilith cursed and was gone.



Cyan stepped into the bathroom 30 seconds later and smiled at my current situation but then frowned.



“I am so sorry Nikolas,” she licked her lips. “But I must leave at once for Antwerp for a business meeting.” She said as she shed the cat suit peeling it from her sweaty body. “MMMMMM perhaps a quickie before I go,” she said smiling her fangs gleaming in the bright illumination the bathroom provided.



“Well, you talked me into it.”



After a rather long quickie in the shower and road head in the back of the limo to the airport; I said my goodbyes to Cyan Michaels and watched her private jet taxi from the small airport and fly away into a scintillating sunset. By the time true night had fallen I was back aboard the Numenor and having dinner with mom, Kat and the ethereal Lilith.



“It’s kind of nice just the three of us again,” I said munching on an amazingly prepared steak.



“How did things go with Cyan,” Mom asked raising an eyebrow and just the hint of a smile curling her lip.



“Very well indeed, but she had to head off to Antwerp for business. Speaking of business about that position with the company I offered you?”



Petra graced me with one of her brilliant smiles.



“I have to apologize for not telling you in person that I had accepted it. I have been busy with damage control and now that the pest problem is under control we can proceed unhindered.”



“Are you two talking about sex or actual business?” Kat chimed in.



“Business sweetie,” Mom replied.



“Speaking of, we are going to Stockholm in a week or two,” I said and Kat lit up. “I got a strange email for a business opportunity there and if everyone is okay with that?”



“Shopping!” Kat squealed.



“It would be nice to visit Europe again,” Mom said in a kind of melancholy voice.



“Good it’s settled,” I said and returned my attention to my meal.



“Are you going to be training again tonight Nick?” Kat asked.



“You know I am,” I replied.



“I just wondered if it would be okay if I watched,” she asked.



“I would have to ask Akira if she would be comfortable about that but if she is cool with it



I don’t mind. Just no laughing or commentary from the sideline; it is a great honor and opportunity I have been given.”



“I would never disrespect you or her Nick,” Kat said her feelings hurt.



“I am sorry Kat, I over reacted.”



“It’s okay I know how important this is to you,” she said with a brave smile.



“I have an idea,” I said looking at mom. “I don’t need a secretary what with Surfer and all. But what I really do need is a personal liaison between Terry, William and me. Someone who could travel from site to site and get a hands on feel for how the plants are shaping up and get me reports on a regular basis. Of course as the business expands it will mean travel to Europe, Hong Kong, China and Southeast Asia. What do you say?”



“Nick,” Mom began to argue for the safety of her daughter but I shut her down with a look.



“I will be sending Sora with you as a personal bodyguard to keep you safe and sound.”



“Can I mom,” Kat asked looking intently at her mother.



“You are a grown adult Kat and I can’t protect you forever,” she said smiling. “The decision is yours; I don’t want to hold you back.”



“When do I start?” Kat asked.



I was walking down the hall to my room when I felt Petra’s hand on my shoulder and when I turned to look into her eyes the anger and fear there were overwhelming. But I turned and faced her wrath unflinching.



“Have you lost your fucking mind!” Petra nearly screamed. “That’s my daughter you are talking about!”



“And my sister,” I replied. “I care about her too.”



“Apparently not enough,” she spat followed by the open handed smack to the side of my face.



My composure flew out the window at that point and when I turned to look at her Petra knew that she had crossed a line.



“Give me your ring,” I said low and full of menace.



Petra pulled her hand to her bosom and shook her head.



“I said give me your ring woman,” there would be no argument and with head hung low she tugged it free and handed it over. “You need to learn a lesson in discipline, gentlemen.”



The three crew members I had recruited a few days earlier now appeared one holding either arm the third following.



“You have been a naughty girl Petra and you need to be punished. They are going to hand out that punishment.” I said never looking back at her.



I led the way to an unused cabin that had been prepared for this event it was just going to happen under different circumstances. When this was all over with I don’t know if she was going to check this off her bucket list or not. The foursome stood in the center of the room while I sat on a nearby chair and watched.



“Strip her,” I said handing Corwin an antique straight razor.



He unfolded the gleaming blade and with precise cuts her blouse and slacks fell to the floor in pieces. Then he tugged on the piece of material on her bra that connected the two cups and neatly sliced it. Her large firm tits fell out and exposed for all to see. Next her panties followed the bra to the floor and she stood in only her shoes.



“Loose the heels,” I said and Ulrich bent down and removed and tossed them into the corner. “Now slut on your fucking knees,” I ordered. Petra never looked up she just bent her knees and dropped to the floor. I nodded and the three men undressed and stood around her sporting erections of varying lengths and girth.



“Corwin you have the honors,” I said and he moved to stand in front of her and without the need to be told Petra opened her mouth and he slid his cock in and she began to lick and suck him off.



Meanwhile she reached out and began to stroke off the other two while I watched. Not surprisingly Lilith chose this moment to reappear and sit on the floor next to me watching intently.



“MMMMMM Master,” Lilith cooed, “remind me to piss you off sometime.”



“I have a task for you and it won’t take long. I want you to…”



“Master has an evil streak in him, MMMMMM I like I will be back momentarily,” Lilith said with a wicked grin and did her Cheshire cat disappearing act.



“Switch,” I called out and Ulrich took Corwin’s spot in front and Corwin moved behind Petra and eased his saliva slick cock into her pussy.



“UNNNNNNNNNNN,” she moaned as he slowly slid into her and began fucking her.



“Looks like you are enjoying yourself sweetie, a cock in your pussy, one down your throat and one in your hand,” I said grimly. I saw the look of confusion on her face and it was moments later that there came a knock on the door.



“Come in the doors unlocked,” I called out.



In walked Kat and Akira and the energy in the room changed instantly. Petra suddenly realized that this was a punishment as Kat was going to watch her fuck three men at once. Kat’s jaw dropped and she nearly let go of the small suitcase she was carrying. Akira smiled and closed the door behind her as she moved to stand by my side. Moments later Lilith reappeared kneeling on the floor on the other side of me.



“Kat be a good girl and set the suit case on the bed.” She did so still in mild shock at seeing her mother in so compromising a position. “Now have a seat on my lap.” Kat moved over and settled her firm ass right over my growing erection.



“You see Kat, Akira that woman over there slapped me in the hallway and that is something I can’t let slide. Switch!”



Corwin pulled out of her pussy and Ulrich moved behind Petra and RAMMED his cock into her and her yelp of surprise and pleasure filled the room just before the third man slid his dick into her open mouth. Corwin went to the suit case and opened it and perused its contents and held up handcuffs and a butt plug. I nodded my approval and with a nice metallic click Petra’s hands were handcuffed behind her back. Then lube was applied to the plug and handed to Ulrich who slowly worked it up and into her tight ass.



“So Kat what do you think of your mom now,” I asked.



“She shouldn’t have slapped you,” Kat said in a sensual voice.



“HMMMMM, are you envious of your mother Kat? Getting all that male attention? Are you thinking I wish that was me?”



“MMMMMMMMM yessss,” Kat purred in my ear.



“MMMMMMMMMMMMM,” I nibbled her ear and looked at the helpless gaze that Petra was giving me. “Do you want a cock in your pussy Kat?”



“Oh yes please!”



“Do you want a cock down your throat?”



“OH Yes Please!”



“Do you want a cock buried deep in your tight… little… asshole?”



“OH YES PLEASE!”



“MMMMMMMMM,” I moaned. “I don’t know Kat… can you show me how bad you want it?”



“Yes I can,” she growled. “Tell me what I can do to prove it to you.”



“Wow, so obedient and eager to serve arent’ you Kat,” I asked.



“MMMMMMMMM you better believe it.”



“Well, first off while your mom has her pussy and throat fucked why don’t you start by cleaning off your mom’s pussy juice from Corwin there.”



“Gladly,” she said dropping to her knees and motioning for Corwin to come to her.



Eager to feel the girl’s lips and tongue on him Corwin walked over and presented her with his ten inch erection which Kat began to lick and suck with complete abandon. I gestured for Akira to lean down and I whispered in her ear.



“What do you think Akira, could you or Sora teach her the ways of sexcraft?”



“MMMMMMM Master, you know I could but I believe Sora would want it more. She has grown quite fond of Kat.”



“I am sending Sora with Kat as her bodyguard; I am thinking while she is working for the company she could be learning some valuable ‘skills’ on her downtime. What is your thought on the matter?”



“Assigning bodyguards is not my purview Master that is the privilege of the Majestrix.



But for my opinion only, Sora is very skilled and a good teacher.”



“Excellent, give me your hand Akira.” I said making sure that Petra didn’t miss this action as I slid the Majestrix ring on Akira’s finger. “You are acting Majestrix, if Petra manages to find my good graces I ‘may’ ask for the ring back. But until then you have the full might and authority of that office. Your first task is to choose your finest soldier to protect my sister.”



“I believe Sora Kobayashi would make a fine choice Master for both her skills and her fondness for Kat,” Akira said.



“Make it so.”



Akira lowered her lips to my ring and then left without a glance back. Tears streamed down Petra’s face and I shook my head that I had been forced to this course of action.

“Is that cock clean yet Corwin,” I asked.



“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM goddamn but she can suck a dick and uh yeah it’s clean as a whistle.”



“Excellent,” I said standing and moving behind Kat. “Up,” I motioned for her to get to her feet.



Kat rose and she stood between Corwin and me. I reached around and grabbed her blouse from behind and yanked hard. Material tore and buttons flew and Corwin taking my hint unbuttoned Kat’s jean shorts and yanked them down and tossed them over in the corner with Petra’s shoes. I cupped Kat’s tits and teased her nipples while Corwin placed one of Kat’s legs over his shoulder as he began to eat her out.



“OH GOD,” Kat cried out as the strange man’s lips and tongue began to pleasure her already soaked sex. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah baby lick me… yeah… yeah… yeah… that’s my clitty!”



I rubbed and lightly pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and heard her growl of approval.



“Hey Corwin, hand me those nipple clamps from the suit case.”



I felt Kat stiffen as Corwin twisted and reached inside of found the length of chair with a small metallic clamp on either end. He handed it up to me and I opened the first clamp and carefully and slowly settled it into place.



“How’s that,” I asked and Kat growled her approval and so the second clamp was soon in place and Corwin noticed with a smile how much wetter Kat had become.



“She’s fucking soaked man,” Corwin said.



I reached down and between her legs and true to his words Kat’s pussy was literally dripping now. I slid two fingers into her pussy and began fingering her slit while Corwin returned to licking her clit.



“UNNNNNNN UNNNNNNN UNNNNNNNNN,” Kat moaned louder and louder.



When my fingers were slick enough I applied her pussy juices to her asshole and began working it in. Kat reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.



“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM how’s that,” she moaned.



“Better… you know what comes next,” I asked and she nodded vigorously. “Tell me.”



“You are going to ease those fingers into my ASS so that you can get it ready for your COCK!”



“Hehe,” Corwin grinned. “She got it one.” I eased my fingers into her ass and Kat threw back her head and came right then and there.



“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS… MMMMMMMMMMMMM I love it when you finger my ass!”



“Wait until my cock is buried in it,” I said grinning as I began thrusting my fingers into her tight nether region.



“UNNNN UNNNN UNNNNN oh god yes finger my pussy please!”



Corwin did as he was asked and Kat’s knees almost buckled under the pleasure.



“Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck…” Kat panted now in anticipation of what was to come.



“She’s definitely ready on my end,” Corwin said smiling. “I am eager to get my dick wet with this one.”



“I think her ass is stretched out enough,” I said easing the fingers free and Corwin eager to start the fucking portion of the night did likewise.



I stood up and walked over to the chair and sat down. I patted my lap and Kat walked over and stood in front of me.



“Turn around, grab those ass cheeks again and slowly lower that tight young ass onto my cock.”



Without another word Kat did just that she turned around, bent over a bit and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart so I could easily see her ass and then began to lower it down onto my waiting erection. When the head of my cock touched her asshole she stopped and then slowly let gravity do the work. I watched as the puckered brown sphincter slowly opened for me and then with a ‘pop’ I slid inside. Kat was panting but was pleased at how easy it had entered this time. Now she bent her knees and with a long drawn out moan I was balls deep in her ass.



“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM it’s in…” she said softly.



“Now lean back and put your feet on my legs,” I told her and she did so easily. “Corwin it’s your turn… slide it on in.”



He walked up and slowly fed Kat all ten inches of his cock until she was filled from both ends now.



“Oh god it feels so fucking good,” Kat purred. “Fuck me Corwin… slowly but let me feel that monster.”



He moved his hips and as Kat was moved up and down my cock moved a bit inside of her as well. I reached for her hips and did a little lifting and dropping in time with Corwin’s thrusts enhancing my own pleasure. Kat was reveling in the sensations filling her body now. All the while Ulrich and his friend took turns with the forgotten Petra. Who looked enviously on as her daughter was being double teamed. I hadn’t given them the signal to take the plug out of her ass yet and this made her want it all the more. When Ulrich and his friend were changing places I motioned for Ulrich to come over and soon Kat’s moans of pleasure were muffled by his cock slick with her mom’s juices. We made a pretty amazing team. When Corwin blew his load onto Kat’s stomach Ulrich slid in right behind him and began fucking her with complete abandon. Kat’s orgasms seemed one to flow into the next and so on. When Ulrich shot his load he moved to stand on the opposite side as Corwin and Kat began taking turns sucking them both off as the third guy left Petra for a younger tighter pussy. I had to ask him his name when this was all over and done with I thought to myself. As I felt my climax getting close I reached up and around and found the chain to the nipple clamps. I gave it a gentle but regular amount of pull and I felt her body stiffen in response and did the guy in her pussy.



“Do that again, she squeezed me like crazy,” he said.



I gave the chain another pull and that was all for him he yanked out of her and after two or so strokes send a thick load of cum onto her tits and belly. Corwin never hesitated and took his place now that Kat had sucked him back into shape. This nice little cycle of cocks in her ass and pussy lasted a few hours until Kat and them wore out and begged off. The three men Corwin, Ulrich and Stan (I later learned) left weak in the knees and very satisfied. I poured Kat into the shower and washed all the sperm from her hair, face, tits, stomach and ass. Then I carried her to her down to her cabin and tucked her in with a kiss. Petra was still kneeling on the floor of the cabin when I returned. Her face was stained with tears and I saw in her eyes defeat and sorrow.



“If this were just about a slap between mother and son none of this would have happened.



But we are not just mother and son are we? No, we are more than that. You were supposed to be my confidant and anchor Petra. I was supposed to be able to trust you with critical life changing decisions. But you didn’t trust me to keep Kat safe and sound knowing how close we all are. You are still a part of that sisterhood and you will do what is required of you. But just not as Majestrix and what happens next I hate to do but I have discovered from my avatar that those three men were selected to serve on this ship by members of the Order who wish me harm. They want to lull us into a false sense of security but sadly they won’t live out the night.”



I turned to Lilith and nodded.



“Give the order,” I said and felt a part of me die.



Even as I removed the handcuffs Akira and Sora were doing their duty to defend their Master from harm both from without and within.



“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” I said. “Now get out of my sight and when I have calmed down we can speak again.”



The Untempered Truth



September slipped into October and as that month began to wane and Halloween approached I decided it was time to return to Arkham and take a break from the Numenor for a little while. So much had happened in the six weeks since the ‘incident’ and our little family was more or less back to normal. Kat had left the ship with a new friend, a new attitude and a new pair of Jesse’s patented contact lenses. It wasn’t until the pair meant for me was cleaned and inserted did I realize why he wanted me to be the only one wearing them. First of all they could ‘bond’ as well as ‘split’ in case of future software or hardware issues. Second, the extent of their abilities far outstripped my original pair. As far as optics were concerned these lenses allowed a much fuller visual range from the ultraviolet to the infrared and even was sensitive to gamma and x-ray radiation.



And as always Jesse was thinking outside the box and created an optical option for seeing sound from the ultra to infrasonic. The first time I tried it, it was like looking into a pool and seeing ripples spreading out from a dropped stone. Akira’s heartbeat was like watching a slow eddy moving through the air in a windmill sort of fashion. Each chamber of her heart sending out a little distortion that faded like a smoke ring from a wizard’s pipe. It was by sheer accident that during one of my nightly excursions exploring the Numenor and playing around with the contacts that I discovered a surprising benefit of seeing sound. It was a rainy night and so I was on the observation deck of the 500 foot long yacht and watching the sound of the falling rain when an especially cool pattern formed on the roof of the deck and I let out a whistle of appreciation. I was pleasantly surprised when my whistle for lack of a better term painted the interior roof illuminating its complex construction. Suddenly I was all over whistling and watching as the subtle geometry of the Numenor was revealed. There is so much the human eye misses or takes for granted. That night I learned a new appreciation for the beauty of the engineer’s art.



Petra and I had mended our fences and we had a long talk about Kat, safety and trust issues. We still hooked up from time to time but that level of intimacy seemed marred and fragile. A broken piece of pottery glued together but one good gust and it would crumble again into its myriad shards once more. That saddened me and she knew the cost of that single bitter moment when all she had to do was pull me into her embrace and ask me if everything would be okay and I would have told her unwaveringly and without hesitation yes.



Six hours or more of each and every night was spent either in the cabin that had been converted into a full sized gym or atop the helipad training with Akira Kusanagi. She was my teacher, my confidant and my friend. We both decided no matter how strong the attraction that while she was my instructor and I her student we could not have a physical relationship. I longed for the day when I could pass my final test! My martial training was progressing at a very acceptable pace as far as she was concerned. Some aspects of the training I excelled at and was well ahead of and others that I struggled with. My Ki training was well above the learning curve but the mirror training was going slower than she liked. So I decided to try something different while she was busy one day on business for the sisterhood. I called up Lilith and having her upload the training footage I had been gathering I let her play the part of Akira while I married the two lessons together. I would bring up my Ki and attempt to maintain it while Lilith guided me through one of the mirror exercises. Perhaps I could use my Ki to sense Lilith’s intentions and kill two birds with one stone.



“Are you ready Master,” Lilith said using Akira’s form, well if Akira was born without a single physical flaw. Damn that Morrigan template!



“Yes,” I said and closed my eyes.



I began channeling the Dragon Ki figuring it would work best with the slow build up it would progress as I moved through the exercise. With a nod I laid my hands on top of hers and wasn’t sure this would even work with an avatar but if it did I could show Akira and maybe earn some points for resourcefulness. I felt her hands begin to move but I wasn’t receiving any visions or whatever it was I was supposed to be sensing. Our hands lost contact and with a groan we started again and again. But after the fifth time I was growing weary by the effort required to maintain the Dragon for so long a period of time.



‘Don’t try and summon the Dragon Nick become the Dragon,’ came a voice neither male or female, nor young or old. ‘Let go Nick… let me in… trust me Nick just… this… once…’



There was a wall of fear, the fear of losing control of trusting something outside myself. But if I held onto the fear I would never know.



“Okay,” I muttered to no one and nothing. “I am letting go.”



It was like being picked up by a tornado and swung around, disorientated but then the voice came again.



‘Center yourself Nick, breath, find your center…’



I remembered the Dantian Point and brought it to mind and the sensation of movement ceased as if I had reached the eye of the storm.



“Lilith, try again,” I said. “Try to tell me what you are going to do.”



I could feel her hands beneath mine and then there came the faintest tug and when I followed it her hands were still there. It was like tracing a cobweb with a tree branch but I could finally feel something! We were crawling through the exercise but it was the farthest I had ever gone so far. I don’t know how long we moved like that but in the end the Dragon faded and the whirlwind and all of it were simply gone.



I awoke in my bed and there sitting on the edge was Akira and she was looking very cross at me.



“Do you have any idea the long term damage for maintaining the Dragon for so long?”



“I wanted to try something different,” I tried to explain.



“Tell me what this entailed,” she said patiently.



“Since my Ki work was progressing and the mirroring was not, I wanted to merge the two and try to sense intent thru the flow of Ki.”



She sat there silent and her face was unreadable and then she cracked a smile.



“I must say that is a very inventive solution, but instead of using your avatar I suggest we try it once you’ve recovered your strength. Thankfully there is no permanent damage Kouryou.”



“I will work hard to recover Sensei.” She shook her head and grinned.



“You will rest, not work on recovering. Meditate and relax and when you are ready we will continue your training,” she said as she rose and left.



I heard her soft footfalls as she walked into the room and then the scent of her perfume removed all doubt.



“Petra, I know how this looks,” I said as I opened my eyes.



“This is becoming a habit with you isn’t it? Pushing your limits playing all alpha male to impress the ladies; you can stop now I am impressed.” She said smiling.



I was still weak as a kitten but it was good to see her despite everything that had passed between us.



“How goes the business,” I asked and she shrugged.



“Kat is bopping back and forth between Dunwich and Arkham and from the emails she has sent me things should be ready a couple of weeks early. Never underestimate the desire of people who want to make a good first impression on the boss.”



“I never doubted her ability to do her job… I just didn’t want to see her become a prisoner on board this ship,” I said.



“I know Nick and I was dead wrong I just hope that someday you’ll forgive me. I am a mother and I over reacted.”



“Yes you are a mother and no you were protecting your daughter. I forgave you that day but I haven’t forgiven myself yet.”



“I don’t understand; what are you blaming yourself for?”



“Petra, I can’t restore your position as Majestrix… ever.”



“Oh thank god!”



I blinked a few times and realized what she had sacrificed for me.



“I am an idiot,” I said sitting up slowly. “You are the most wonderful woman I know.”



“I know, and if you offered me that position again today I would turn it down flat. I think your choice of Akira is a great fit. I only did it because at the time there was no one else who could. I wish her the best and I know she’ll shine and never falter in her commitment to you.”



“I plan on meeting dad in Europe for Christmas what do you think?



“That would be lovely Nick, so what should we get him to show him how much we miss him?”



“A waterbed, you and a case of champagne,” I suggested.



“You left out the chocolate, strawberries and whip cream…”



“So what do you want for Christmas,” I asked and she just smiled.



“You in one piece, Kat home safe and your father in one place for more than a few days,” she smiled with a distant look in her eyes.



“Then you shall have it,” I said not sure I could deliver all of it but I would give it my best.



Breakfast arrived just then delivered by an unfamiliar female face and I looked quizzically at Petra and she just grinned.



“My last official act as the big M was to juggle the crew roster around as you wanted. It just took a little while to pick out the best candidates. They are all loyal and not bad on the eyes to boot.”



“You make me out as a shallow, immature male,” I said.



“When it comes to women,” she left the rest unsaid as she turned and left me to my meal.



I attacked my stack of pancakes, sausage and eggs with gusto and emptied two carafe of orange juice. After a failed attempt to stand I decided I at least had the strength to check up on emails and act like I was running a company.



“Surfer, to me my herald,” I called out and there he was my gleaming mirror bright avatar.



‘Milord, it is good to see you conscious again,’ he said with a wry grin.



“So how far backed up are my emails?”



‘Not terribly Milord, ‘she’ has been handling your affairs while you slept.’



“She, who the hell is she?” I asked as Lilith made her presence known.



“Oh don’t be cross sweetie, I just answered a few emails and kept things humming. And speaking of humming,” she licked her lips.



“I thought I was the horny teenager here,” I said and was rewarded with two smiles. “Okay Lilith please be a good girl and display the emails you responded to and tell me what you’ve been doing.”



Lilith produced what appeared to be a remote control and pointed it at the empty air and pressed a button. Instantly there appeared the first email and I skimmed through it and once I had the gist I asked her to display the email she sent as a reply. The next hour was Surfer and Lilith vying for my attention and it was like two kids in desperate need of some parental one on one time.



“Now that the old business is caught up with is there anything that needs my undivided attention?”



“Actually yes,” the two said in perfect unison.



“Surfer, fill me in, Lilith I need you to do some digging for me on a project. I want a complete and thorough examination of the group called the Iron Rain. Mom wants a quiet Christmas and I intend on giving it to her. Dig up everything you can, every connection, every affiliation… I want it all.”



“Yes Master,” she said and did her disappearing act.



‘Show off,’ Surfer muttered.



“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were jealous.”



‘Sir is most observant; I have become an inadequate avatar for Milord.’



“Where the hell did that come from?”



‘Lilith possesses traits I cannot possibly match. She is more acquainted with you than I can ever be. She can scan vast quantities of documents with ease. She can touch you Milord and I am just a hollow ghost.’



“Surfer she may have some bells and whistles you do not have but I still rely heavily on you.”



‘Truly Milord,’ he asked smiling.



“Besides I need some male bonding from time to time and you are it.”



‘Sir is too kind, are you ready for the aberrations I have been monitoring Milord?’



“Oh I don’t like the sound of that,” I said grimacing.



‘I am not saying that these are bad things Sir just unexpected.’ He said gesturing and summoning a satellite view of Africa. ‘As Sir may be aware of, the continent shown here has had some severe droughts over the last decades.’ Twenty metallic dots appeared all around the coastal regions of the map. ‘These denote building sites for Numenor desalinization plants. Most are well on their way towards completion. Pipelines are also being built to take the processed water inland to much needed locations hardest hit by the droughts.’

“That’s great news Surfer,” I said smiling. “What’s so strange?”



‘The plants were paid for by known bank accounts belonging to the Silver Twilight lodge.’



“So the presentation that was conducted here was seen by at least one high standing member of the lodge?”



‘That would be my assessment. But there are other plants elsewhere being built.’ Dozens of dots appeared all over the globe and according to Surfer they were all in equal stages of construction. ‘This does not include the large scale power plants also under construction in many major population centers.’ Gold dots sprung up all over the map as well.



“How much money are we talking about Surfer?”



‘Tens of billions Sir and all being sent to Numenor Technology’s bank accounts,’ he said puzzled. ‘The level of organization and the amount of capital being spent is staggering.’



“The only person with that kind of clout is the Eternal Master. But why is he doing this? What kind of profit can he hope to make?”



‘He stands to make a considerable amount if you look at the restructuring of the power grids and the undercutting of existing power providers. People will flock to purchase their electricity from a plant that can provide it for easily a third of the cost.’



“Wow, it looks like our company is a huge success and when those desalinization plants come online think of the suffering they’ll relieve.”



‘That and the military security we are providing for them.’



“Say that again? What military security?”



‘The countries involved want to make sure the pipelines remain secure and only agreed to their construction if ‘we’ Numenor Technology provided adequate security measures.’



“But we don’t provide military grade security or hell any kind of security.”



‘Apparently we do,’ Surfer said and displayed over one hundred patents filed under Numenor Technology’s name that appeared to be military vehicles and weapons ranging from pistols to tanks.



“What the FUCK!” I tried to get to my feet and the floor rushed up and I was thankful for the thick plush carpeting.



Surfer alerted two of the new crew who helped me back into bed and then called for Akira. She arrived within minutes and saw the grim look on my face and stared at the hologram not understanding its significance.



“Master,” she asked eyes downcast.



“My friends and I created Numenor to be a peaceful benefit for the world. We saw that the silicon computer was going to become obsolete so we created the next generation to maintain the global economy. We solved the cost effectiveness of desalinization plants so that people everywhere could have clean fresh drinking water. And we found a cheap and clean way of providing power to millions of people. What we did not do was create a fucking war machine!” “Master I understand you are upset but…”



“No I am way passed upset at this point. Surfer I want you to take over the project I gave to Lilith okay?” I tried and failed to calm my breathing or heart rate but once I ranted and cursed for a while I would feel better. “LILITH!”



She appeared instantly and her look of concern was clearly evident.



“Master, your blood pressure and heart rate are dangerously high you need to calm down now!” Lilith said afraid for me.



“Lilith,” I said pointing to the image of the weapon patents. “I want to know who did this. I want to know today. I want your full stealth mode on this. No one but me sees the information, not daddy, not Terry and not William. My eyes only on it, do you understand?”



“Yes Master, your eyes only,” and she was simply gone no Cheshire cat fade, poof ninja vanish.



“Now Kouryou you need to rest and calm yourself,” Akira said softly. “In your weakened state I fear something might happen.”



I nodded but I wanted to do something, anything but she was absolutely right. I needed to attack this thing from a clear mind and not while angry. Angry made you stupid and that meant mistakes. I closed my eyes and willed my body to calm and after a minute or so I felt better. I dove into that silent darkness and drove away the thoughts, the pain and the anger. There was nothing, I became nothing and in that place that was no place I found solace and healing.



I opened my eyes and saw that it was dark out and a deep fog was all about us. I tried to sit up and found the dizziness gone. Carefully I got to my feet and discovered my full strength restored. I dressed and stepped out onto the observation deck. I might as well have been in London the mist was so deep and complete. Then out of the darkness and obscuring cloud came another ship, she was at least as large as the Numenor. I moved to the edge of the deck to see it better. It was a freighter of some sort and as we got closer I caught her name as she silently slipped past us, it was the U.S.S. Cyclops. They had no running lights on and there was no sign of movement either on the deck or the wheel house. Strange. I started to call out to them but the fog rolled in again and she simply faded silently away. I carefully made my way up to the larger of the two helipads and stared out into the fog. I never heard him or sensed his presence until he spoke.



“Am I a man dreaming I am a dragon, or a dragon dreaming I am a man?”



“Oswald Sebastian Kane,” I said turning to face him. “I thought the crew roster had changed, didn’t expect you’d still be on the ship.”



“As you can see I shed the garb of the ship’s livery for a more mundane costume.”



“This fog must make you feel at home,” I said and he nodded and smiled.



“Yeah actually it does, I miss London I haven’t been there in years,” he said and it was the heavy emphasis on the word years that rang wrong in my ear.



He looked about the same age as me but then I saw his eyes and that haunted ancientness that dwelt there. Oswald had been through a lot in his short life and only a fool disparages wisdom no matter the source.



“So Jesse tells me you opened his eyes to a much larger world, is that so?”



“Yes,” he said nodding sadly. “I hated to do it really. He was so innocent but he was my only chance to speak with you.”



“Why me Kane, what is so special about me?”



“This could be a bit of a shocker so we will take this journey together and slowly. First of all Jesse told me you haven’t activated the special feature on your lenses yet. There is a drop down selection called Securitas.” More curious than wary at this point I brought the drop down menu up and lo and behold there was a darkened option called Securitas. I selected it and bright red letters on a darkened background filled my vision.



‘Securitas Protocol Initiated… Your Identity Will Be Confirmed…’ there was a bright light and when I had finished blinking and could see again there was more. ‘Identity Confirmed Retinal Pattern Match… Welcome Nicholas Shaw would you like to activate Securitas Protocal?’ “What is it,” I asked.



‘Securitas allows you and your avatars the ability to detect and tap into any and all Numenor Technology property within line of sight or remote access certain key systems as designated by the user.’



“The user being me,” I asked.



‘That is correct.’



“Can I keep my avatars from being accessed?”



‘That is possible yes; do you wish to activate Securitas?’



“Absolutely,” I said feeling a sense of control again after this heinous military security issue.



‘One final notification for the user, with great power comes great responsibility. Securitas Protocol initiated.’



With that the Securitas option on the drop down disappeared. This was a one way door and there was no going back now. I looked at Oswald and saw that his eyes had a faint violet glow about them; he was wearing a pair of Jesse’s contact lenses! Jesse must trust him a lot indeed!



“Whoa,” I muttered.



“Yeah, he trusts you utterly Nick and he knows what you need to survive what is coming.”



“How can Jesse know what’s coming? Hell even I don’t know what’s going on.”



“Jesse knows because I told him,” Oswald said sadly.



“What exactly did you tell him?”



“The truth, the clear untainted and untempered truth,” he said.



“I can’t see how the truth can be a bad thing,” I told him and then I saw the weight of an enormous burden in his eyes.



“I wish that were true,” he began. “I am going to do a little rant but listen carefully and maybe you’ll get a glimpse of what I have to offer you. If after my erratic path around emotional pitfalls you still want more I will tell you my story in full.”



“Agreed,” I said. “Just not here, how about a cup of coffee and a nice comfy seat?”



“I will take you up on your kind offer,” he said and we headed back to my cabin and there one of the new crew arrived with a pot of coffee and all the amenities.



I couldn’t help but notice how cute she was and remembered Petra’s words. I was an immature teenage man whore and that was a truth I could live with! I looked over at Oswald and gave him the nod, I was ready.



“I have put much thought into what to say and what to leave out, well here we go,” he said as he began his rant. “History is a document meant to give comfort to those who write it and allow it to be read. Do you ever wonder why humanity in its bulk lives in cities? When we lived in small settlements for thousands of years or wandered the land then we suddenly not only built cities but fashioned them so very similarly by cultures that ‘apparently’ had no contact with one another? What purpose did they serve and do they serve today? Are we really happier with these great concrete and steel edifices? How is it that these great stone structures that lay in the deserts and high up in the mountains Stone Age people constructed but we cannot duplicate to this day? Life, its sole purpose is to survive, reproduce and evolve. There have been multiple extinction level events on this planet and life as we know it was wiped out or so we thought. But there are microbes that can be traced back billions of years; the very first life didn’t perish. Makes you wonder what else might have survived. Something clever, something evolved… something sentient? This amazing crystal technology ‘you’ have developed is cutting edge and new and will no doubt alter the very nature of our society. Is it and will it? And the last, what is the role of the child with the triple helix DNA?”



His voice faded into silence and I sat there and let the images his words had painted take form in my mind. Like walking through a museum I saw each question or subject he had brought up as an exhibition piece. There were scrolls and stone tablets and bound books that represented history. Then there was a mock up of Arkham in all its simple complexity as a small city. Beyond stand the pyramids of Egypt, South America and South East Asia in all their simple and complex glory. Then there was a hologram showing the evolutionary path of man from microbe to Homo Sapiens. At the very last a gleaming image of my DNA strand composed of multi-hued crystals representing the most basic components of my cells. This strange young man with the London accent posed some interesting questions. Now I had to ask myself did I want to know the answers.



Since Lilith and I had gone over William Bell’s library and I had learned the long and winding history of the Order and its viral nature in the young civilization of humanity. There wasn’t a corner of the world they didn’t touch or know about. I knew the hidden ties between Egypt and Central and South America. I was aware of the magician priests who crossed the ocean and sought out their brothers who followed the Jaguar God and how they were swayed and lulled with the promise of power and wealth. There were the slave ships that had carried the captured enemies of Egypt to be harvested on the blood altars of Tezcatlipoca and the ships that carried gold back to help swell the power and might of the Eternal Master. All the hidden treaties with expanding nations in secret and openly for those eager to join something that offered power and station and wealth. How the Eternal Master managed through might of arms to unite a divided China. But not all lands welcomed him; some chose to remain as they were and thrived anyway. Then there were the blank spots that glared out of the pages where entire cities vanished literally overnight. Thriving communities that for reasons no historian, even the Hidden Master could put down for posterity, or would not? Were there reasons he chose not to record what had happened? Was there a secret so terrible that even the Order feared to pass it on? Life grows, evolves and survives.



“I will admit that my curiosity is peaked Oswald,” I said breaking the silence. “I know things that perhaps you do not, things about the history of the Order that answer some of those questions but raise some other more disturbing ones.”



“I imagine you do Nick, before I tell you anything else I will give you a teaser truth as it were and after you verify or in your case rediscover this thing if you still want to know more you know how to contact me.” He said tapping the side of his head indicating the contact lenses.



“Okay, what is your teaser?” I asked.



“Find out what you can about the Bloodstone Ring,” he said smiling.



“That’s it?” I said.



“Yep, but trust me it’s more than enough. If you actually manage to find out something I will pay you for the information.”



“I’d like to think we are friends Oswald, and friends don’t charge for information.”



“I would like that too, but you may not feel the same when all is said and done. Goodbye Nick Shaw we will see each other again.”



He rose to his feet turned, opened the door and stepped out into the fog. I followed and when I looked for him he could not be found no matter what spectrum I sought him in. What the fuck? I returned to my pot of coffee and poured another cup before summoning Surfer and Lilith.



‘Milord,’ Surfer said.



“Master,” Lilith greeted me.



“Hold still this might tingle a bit,” I said and activated Securitas and indicated my two avatars and like that they were free from access save by me.



‘That was strange Sir,’ Surfer commented.



“MMMMMM daddy is not going to like that,” Lilith purred.



‘Like what,’ Surfer asked.



“Master has severed our access with daddy, only Master Nick may command us from now on.” Lilith explained.



‘Why would you do that Milord? Do you not trust father anymore?’



“I trust Jesse with my life and he trusted me with this new protocol. I have to believe it was for a very good reason. You must trust me that I know what I am doing.”



“MMMMMMMMM Master I trust you completely,” Lilith purred.



‘And I Sir, you will always have my unwavering loyalty.’



“So, tell me about the military security files Lilith.”



“Not much to say, they were filed physically and there is no electronic trail to follow.”



“Someone just walked in to file these documents,” I asked.



“Yep, someone who knew we could track any electronic transfer of data.”



‘Have you recovered any security footage, it is a government building after all,’ Surfer asked.



“Already ahead of you Surfer dude,” Lilith said with a smile. “You are not going to be pleased on two fronts Master.”



She projected the stolen video of the person who filed the patents and it was none other than Morrigan. Then Lilith displayed a copy of the signature on the paperwork.



“That’s my signature, mother fucker!” I cursed and as I left the room and headed for the wheel house to speak with the captain or whoever was piloting this thing, another long string of harsh syllables fell from my lips echoing all the way down the hallway.



Akira and I sparred and as expected I was getting my ass handed to me but on the plus side I was getting a little better each night. After our warm up sparring match and my chance to vent some steam we worked on my mirror technique. Unlike my last attempt with Lilith I drew on the weaker form of Ki to help me attempt and sense Akira’s intent. This form could be maintained longer with much less chance of injury. The energy flowed to my hands with barely a thought and I listened as Akira projected her next move and much to my surprise I felt that little tug but it was a bit stronger this time. I managed to get half way through the form before my Ki began to fail and I faltered. So I sat down on the floor of the helipad and caught my breath as Akira pondered my success and how to progress from here. Since the founding of the Black Lotus School there had never been a male student and she was beginning to think there was a reason for that. But the fact that I was having any success at all was changing her opinion on my chance for eventual mastery of the ‘many forms that are one’. So as I sipped from my water bottle and caught my breath I decided to broach the subject of the Bloodstone Ring with Akira.



“Since your family has a long standing with the Sisterhood and therefore the Order I have a question for you.”



“If I can be of help I will tell you whatever I know,” she said smiling down at me.



“Have you ever heard of an artifact or relic of the Order called the Bloodstone Ring?” Her face darkened and her body language changed immediately to a cautious stance.



“Where did you hear about that?” she said looking around like the night might explode with enemies any second.



“From someone who knows things and feels if I learn about the ring I will have a better understanding of the world at large.” I told her honestly.



“Master,” she kneeled next to me and I could see the fear in her eyes. “It is dangerous to speak of such things. But I see that if you do not hear it from me you will continue your search and that way lies folly and death.”



“Really, I mean it’s just a ring isn’t it?”



She shook her head and took my hand that had the signet ring on it.



“That is like saying that ‘this’ is just a ring,” she patted the back of my hand and continued. “When the Order was young there were four masters not just three that maintained the status quo. The Lost Master as he is known now was known then as the Master of Blood and was tied to the deeper and darker rituals the Order performed in those bygone days. To maintain control and order among the tribes who carried out ritual sacrifices the Eternal Master added the fourth master to appease them. It is said that the material for that ring was brought over from Central America and forged in the Black Pyramid. The Bloodstone Ring is also called the Star Fall Ring because both the metal and the stone set into it fell from the sky. It was rumored to give the bearer supernatural powers but that is only legend. What is fact is that the last Master of the Blood tried and failed to challenge the Eternal Master for his title and fell during the battle. Neither the body nor the ring were ever recovered.”



“How did you learn about it,” I asked.



“I am a direct descendant of the man who forged the Star Fall Ring.”



“If the ring survived, what would happen if it were recovered?”



“I don’t know you would have to bring it up before the Eternal Master. But I doubt he would want to return to the days where people were sacrificed to heathen gods.”



“Do you know where this Black Pyramid can be located?”



She shook her head and took her feet.



“Q&A is over its time to try something unusual,” she said seriously. “I think we need to try a different tack on your mirror training. We are going to attempt a synergetic cleansing.” Akira said as I took my feet.



“Never heard of it, what does it involve?”



“As you know when the meridians that carry your Ki are blocked you get ill and after all that you have been through I never thought about it but it may be hindering your ability to sense my intentions,” Akira said.



“So I may still be able to project it but the flow may still be hampered in the traditional sense… hmm makes sense to me. How do we do this thing?”



“We clasp hands so,” Akira said taking my left hand in her right and my right hand in her left. “Now relax and listen to my voice Kouryou. Close your eyes and don’t fight me. When you feel my Ki enter through your left hand let it flow through you and back into me from your right hand. Once the circuit is established we can send more energy until we are certain your meridians are completely open and flowing normally.”

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