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Author’s note to the reader: The objective writing this story was to capture a really seedy and sordid encounter involving a few men and a transsexual prostitute. The story is sexual in theme and could be considered erotic by some, but it’s also pretty dark and bleak. You have been warned…







I wasn’t sure I remembered the last time I had seen Crystal straight. She hadn’t hit bottom yet, the psychosis and lunatic paranoia that would come to dominate her life as much as the meth was only hinted at now.



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Crystal was a prostitute, a transsexual with enormous silicon tits, tummy tuck scars and all the tricks a transsexual uses to fool her traitor biology, paid for by curious men like me. She’d been pretty cute years before, when we met I was no more than 19 or 20, I guess. I’d been playing with my own ass since I was barely more than a teenager and I had recently become obsessed with the idea of getting fucked anally. I thought of myself as a straight man then, and a shemale had seemed like a suitable compromise – easier than to ask a straight girl, less “gay” than a man.



I visited her one night, money changed hands. I sucked another person’s cock for the first time, received my first real buggering, and felt her spill her seed on my 19 year old back. Later that night I cried with anguish and shame, the next day I masturbated to the memory of it.



Nearly 10 years passed and we met up again, I had not been idle in that time, my insatiable thirst for sensation had led me down dark and unscrupulous avenues and alleyways and whatever part of the soul in which guilt or shame reside had long since developed a near impermeable scab. She remembered me, “I came on your back”. Now, both of us older, reacquainted as friends with benefits, she still tricked, but I didn’t pay, most of the time we just talked.



Nearing 30 and after a 15-year diet of internet porn, I viewed regular hetero sex with a degree of ambivalence normally reserved for dry toast. My interests ran the spectrum of typical extreme porn from fisting, to pissing. One-on-one male-on-female porn was like light beer, what was the fucking point? A dirty minded or pliable woman can be persuaded to try most things and so given time and the right (or wrong) women I was able to emulate most of the porn that still titillated and there was little I hadn’t experienced.



But I was still transfixed with cock, big porno-sized cock. I was lucky enough to be reasonably endowed but, watch enough porn and you’ll soon feel like the only guy on the planet with a 6 inch dick. To Crystal it was all “just cock”, I guess you dine on truffles three meals a day and pretty soon its all “just fungus”.



The night in question we’d been talking about big dicks. She was blasé about it (as a whore will be), but she was intrigued by my fascination, in the tiny remnant of her psyche that wasn’t consumed with the need to find and smoke more rock.



She was going to have some guys over, maybe have a little party involving her favourite customers and dealers. She’d left me upstairs watching porn, straight porn, she hated shemale porn and that was what most of her clients wanted. She had bought a small bag of speed, and not wanting to be left out I’d chipped in half the money.



She showed me how to smoke it out of a busted light bulb. I’d tried a lot of other drugs, smoked dope semi regularly, took a lot of acid and the occasional E in my younger years. Ice was a bit like E I guess but with a dirty feeling, a real low down dog undertone to it that made you feel sleazy and dirty. Maybe that was just the environment or my preconception of the drug, or the way I’d seen it change Crystal.



She was on the phone trying to source more Ice, and simultaneously trying to find clients who might be wiling to come over and sponsor her next bag. I was upstairs alone and high, I’d taken a Viagra as well (one of hers) and had a pounding headache to go with the thick hot feeling of speed in my blood, for an hour or so I just watched porn, wondering why the hell I was even there and becoming increasingly frantic with horny desperation.



I heard people come and go downstairs, arguments on the phone, the wonders of doing business with dealers. And then some older guy came up the stairs with Crystal, she introduced us briefly before returning downstairs he wasn’t good looking in anyway, very forgettable I guess since I don’t really remember much about him, portly I think, my impression was of a regional branch bank manager. A few minutes later the same thing, another guy, this one older still, maybe 50 or so I guess more wiry probably, grey hair I think but in the dark room it was difficult to tell, and in these situations you don’t spend much time looking each other over..



None of us really spoke, we’d all come to see Crystal and she was the only one not there. So we just watched the porn in silence, the older guy and I smoking from the bulb until the measly stash was gone. The atmosphere upstairs was like a porno theatre, dark room, people fucking on a big screen and complete strangers all wanting someone else to get their dick out first. Emboldened by the drugs and the hour or so of porn I had already sat through, I broke the masturbatory Mexican standoff and unzipped my fly, pulled out my erect sweaty penis and started playing with myself.



Sure enough within minutes the two older guys did too. I immediately noticed that both guys had big dicks, the reasons for Crystals choice of guest became clear. We all sat there jacking away, I was sitting toward the back of the room was able to stare hungrily at their dicks without them really noticing, their eyes focused pointedly at the screen.



The guy sitting on the couch beside me had the smaller cock of the two, still bigger then mine, probably 7 or so inches, cut and fat. He was right there and had his dick out, and I was horny and repressed. And high. After a while I quietly mumbled, “Do you mind… do you mind if I suck your dick?”.



“Err, OK then”.



He slid forward a bit to give me better access, and I lowered my head down on his cock, and began by tonguing the shaft and his heavy hairy balls. I quickly got into it and after a while moved onto my knees between his legs to allow me better access, (and so my body wasn’t pressed against him any more than it needed to be). I gave him by best impression of a porn star blowjob, and became more daring as I warmed up. I gripped him around the base of his cock with one hand and played with myself with the other.



I felt him tensed and begin to moan softly, he began thrusting into my mouth. He never touched me with his hands; I guess that might have been a bit too gay for him. Strange little rationales we make with ourselves. When he reached the point of ejaculation he shot into my mouth, by reflex he reached out then and held my head down on his dick, but no sooner had he finished spurting then his hand pulled away quickly.



He mumbled a thank you, zipped up his clothes and quickly left without looking back.



The older guy was sitting on the other couch, he was still jacking away watching the screen, his dick was uncircumcised as well but very long, it seemed thinner because of the extra length but it was thick, and the large head bulbous and mushroom like. As I turned to him, still on my knees he made the same motion the first guy had, slid forward slightly and parted his legs.



Without standing I moved over to him on my knees. His cock was big, bigger then the few real ones I’d seen in real life, I spent a long time paying homage to his member. Really making a go of it, I sucked him for ages. After a while I sat on the couch, and he straddled my thighs, and fucked my face with steady firm strokes for a while longer. I masturbated myself between his legs, delaying my own cum, knowing that if I ejaculated before he did I would flee the house. It’s always in the aftermath of ejaculation that I feel the moment of regret and I knew it would come on strong and hot after this little escapade.



When my jaw began to ache from the prolonged face fuck I took him in my hand and jerked him, enjoying the feeling of this stranger’s long fat member. Without looking up I mumbled, “Would you fuck my ass?”.



“I’ve never done that.”



“Would you do it though?”



“I don’t think so”.



“Please?”



He hesitated for a while, neither of us willing to meet the other’s gaze.



The coffee table was littered with ashtrays and bongs, plastic baggies and a bottle of lube or hand cream, I squirted a large quantity into my hand and coated his dick in the slimy liquid.



We pushed the heavy coffee table away from the couch, and I knelt on the floor, resting my chest on the couch. He moved behind me, stroking his lubed cock preparing it for me.



As the man, pushed the head of his dick against my anus and gave a few preemptory pokes at the tighter outer ring, Crystal, having apparently exhausted all avenues of sourcing more meth came upstairs, tense and angry.



“Hello, what’s going on here?” she asked, her mind temporarily distracted from the disappointment.



She walked over, and flopped down in couch beside me, picking up the remote she flicked the channel. At 2 in the morning there was nothing on except golf. Her attention was torn somewhat between the tv and the two guys preparing to fuck in her lounge room, she gave me a cursory scratch of encouragement on the head like I was a pet that had finally learnt how to use the doggy door.



Old guy began pushing into me slowly, it was a bit of a struggle as he pushed the large head inside me. He grabbed me around the waste and began to fuck into me with a long slow thrust. I groaned as I struggled to accommodate the thick tube of meat that forced me open.



Crystal pulled up her dress and began flopping her stubby little penis around. I positioned myself between her legs and began kissing and licking the inside of her thighs and her tiny balls. She smacked her penis against my face as I worked my way under her balls to lick her perineum.



Crystal was slowly becoming erect, almost despite herself. She had picked up the light bulb crack pipe and had a futile drag on the baked remnants. There was the foul chemical stink but evidently it yielded nothing because she threw it aside in disgust. She placed her hand on my head then and pushed it down on her cock, holding my hair she began pushing and pulling roughly on my head absent-mindedly, focused more on the interminable golf coverage then us.



The old guy had built up a steady rhythm, I was moaning now, the long steady strokes felt incredible as he plunged into my ass. I became lost in the sensations and surrendered myself to the experience, pushing back on each thrust of his dick hungry for the next impalement, alternately groaning around Crystal’s cock and sucking with an unfettered hunger. For long minutes I was lost in my own world and when my foggy consciousness returned I heard them talking. Speaking casually as they fucked me, I’d missed the start of the conversation but they had been talking about me and what had happened while Crystal was downstairs.



Perhaps tipped off by a subtle change in my rhythm or some hooker’s sixth sense Crystal noticed I’d returned to the land of the living again and taking her hand off my head tilted my chin up to look at her.



“Having fun honey?



I nodded, sheepishly between the thrusts, my asshole now so inured to the constant pounding it felt loose and open. Crystal pulled on her dick, shook her head at me amused at my situation. The older guy was changing pace, each thrust slamming in hard staying rooted to the hilt for a little longer tensing, I knew he was preparing to come. I started sucking Crystal again faster and with focus, swirling my tongue around her 5 inch clit, lifting her legs up so she rested her feet on my shoulders, allowing her to push up into my mouth using my body as leverage I cupped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them hard.



With a long groan the stranger behind me sunk his large dick deep into my ass slamming it to the hilt and I felt it pulse around my twitching abused asshole as he dumped his dirty seed into my bowel. It was enough to send Crystal over the edge and moments later she grunted, and I tasted her bitter cum in my mouth, a small spurt and she was done.



I felt the cock slide from my ass and the guy stood up, disappearing into the bathroom. Crystal pulled her short flannel dress down over her soggy shrunken penis and I knew she was done with me. Feeling suddenly abandoned and self conscious I withdrew, my own erection still hard and dripping I knew this evening’s proclivities had concluded without me. I reorganised my clothing, wiping my mouth and tried to sufficiently restore my appearance to depart with what laughable remnant of dignity remained to me.



I made hasty mumbled goodbyes, and moved in a daze out to my car fleeing to the security of my own home and bed. When I got there I showered, long hot and purifying, the threat of shame lurking at the periphery of my consciousness but more than counterbalanced by the thrill of excitement at the night I had just experienced. In my own bed, warm and clean again but still wired from adrenalin and speed I masturbated for a long time replaying the memories of my depravity. Later, with my own thick and pungent semen drying on my belly I lay waiting for sleep to finally rescue me from my latest deeds and wondering where I could possibly go from here.

To say that Maurice was a happy man; was to understand first his suffering and then his pleasure.



Maurice would go to work with a smile on his face, until he saw the woman who was making his life a miserable hell. He would watch her show off her engagement ring and brag about the plans for her wedding.



Maurice would tell everyone, he was wishing her all the best and that they should attend the wedding and not to forget to send him the pictures of their nuptial, via email.



After work, he would go home and look at his answering machine. The one device in his entire home that can give him more pleasure than his coffee machine and dildo put together.



If it was flashing red then he hoped he had a message from the one person, who could make him smile for the next couple of days. If not then his smile for the next day would falter, until that message came. When he did receive an message, immediately, Maurice would drop everything to be there, that same day or hour.



He would head over to the seethe motel that almost became akin to his home and would either wait for or see him there.



Mario… his tall Italian prince.



The name of the man, he has fallen in love with, would send shivers through his entire body. So, he began calling him ‘prince’ to alleviate the strong emotions coursing through him.



They would make love or have sex or just fuck in the cheap motel room. Long ago, Maurice had noticed that Mario had an itch for his cock up his ass and a thing for his ear. Mario would come to him hard and needing a good fuck. Sometimes all it took was the mentioning of a good tongue fucking his ear that got Mario going, but there were other times.



Times where, it gave Maurice hope and made him believe that there was something more to them than a quick fix. It was those times that Mario would explore more of their union and open up to him.



Mario would talk about himself and very few times about his girlfriend. It was those special moments that had Maurice coming back for more like an addict. Desperately, wanting a fix and feeling ashamed of it. Maurice loved the way Mario made him feel, but hating himself for it, because no matter how much sex they have, Mario would still get up and leave to go home to his girlfriend. No, fiancée!



There were other times when Mario would ask him about himself and Maurice would tell him everything he wanted to know. There were other times where words didn’t quite describe how he felt and he would either kiss Mario’s ear tenderly or made love to him to let them show.



After those sessions Mario would lay longer in Maurice’s arms and let him touch his golden body. Maurice took advantage of the moment and would touch Mario all over. Every where his hands could get to, Maurice would try to brand his touch into the other man’s skin.



Once, Maurice shoved his fingers in the loose mess that was Mario’s hole and Mario would let him play with the loose and sticky skin of his redden rim.



Maurice still couldn’t believe that Mario would still allow him to fuck hi. Though, there were times they would switch things up, but Maurice topped more than Mario. Mario had trusted him completely with giving him pleasure that he hardly touched himself to get off.



They had done everything at least twice at this point, but Maurice was desperately trying to convince Mario to go out with him, like on a real date. Maurice wanted them to do things that couples would normally do, like hold hands and express their love in public. Preferably, at work where everyone would turn their heads and asked him about the golden colored God, he had just brought into the office with him.



Maurice would love to do anything to get that bitch and Mario to break up, but every time he said something wrong or inappropriate about her, Mario would clam up or get defensive. On occasion, Mario would just get up and leave the motel room, all together.



Coming back to the entail statement, if Maurice was a happy man, since he had to go through so many trails and suffering to keep a hold onto the man that he loved.



Maurice would suffer through the days and nights, where he would dream. Dream about the receiving more than he was given, those dreams would leave him breathless with love and satisfaction and other times, he would dream of losing it all. Those dreams would leave him desperately gasping for air. Fear and desperation would be tightening his lungs and constricting his heart.



So eventually, the motel visits didn’t help anymore. Especially, when Mario showed up one day with his wedding ring on. Even though Mario said it was inevitable, Maurice couldn’t stand to see it on his hand. It was the first time that Maurice had left the motel room and had left Mario behind for a change.



Mario made it up to him by taking him out to a movie, but it only made matters worse. It only showed him a glimpse of what he could never have in reality and secretly only in his dreams.



They sat in the dark holding hands, but showing little else. Mario had sweated so much during the movie that they had taken a shower when they had gotten back to the motel room. Maurice had kissed Mario’s nervousness away, but there was never to be a repeat outing of this kind ever again.



Slowly, Maurice felt the clock began its count down as the months turned into weeks, weeks turned into days, till it was mere hours before Mario’s wedding day.



Maurice was planning on staying home, but the next day. He couldn’t understand how he had ended up alone in the groom’s dressing room looking at the groom as he put on his wedding attire.



“You look good, Mario.” He said quietly.



Mario turned around suddenly that his bowtie came undone.



“Maurice what are you doing here?” Mario asked, with frightened eyes.



While approaching Mario, like a cat approaching its dinner, Maurice grabbed the ends of the bowtie and pulled Mario close to him. He looked into the gold irises and began tying the knot of the bowtie. Maurice felt Mario’s breath ghost his lips as they stood quietly looking into each other’s eyes.



“I don’t want you to marry her, but I can’t stop you from doing it. So, I came to say good bye to my prince for good.” Maurice said sadly.



Mario grabbed Maurice’s elbows before he could move away. Mario pulled him in and kissed him hard and long. Maurice’s hand came up and threaded through the once perfectly combed black curly hair as he messed up the dark curls that were far too soft and thick to let go.



Maurice felt their bodies connect in their usual way and their groins rubbed against each other. Immediately, without fail, they became hard as the kiss became heated and passionate.



One thing led to another and they were tearing each other’s clothes off. Maurice removed Mario’s clothes as if to say ‘don’t go, please, I am begging you’, but Mario removed his with care and tenderness.



Finally, when they were both naked, they wrapped their arms around each other in an embraced that spoke volumes. Maurice could feel Mario trembled in his arms and knew that this was a man, lost and confused. He pulled back his lover’s head and looked into his honey-colored eyes.



Maurice saw the wetness and knew what was happening inside of Mario’s head. Mario was torn in two or in too many ways. Mario was confused of his sexuality as well as his love for his wife to be and him.



Maurice knew he gave Mario’s body something that it has never experienced before, but in the same time, it made Mario experience things, he has never felt before. Maurice knew it was also impossible for him to ask Mario to give his relationship up, but at the same time he had wanted it with every fiber of his body. Some where in his body, he knew that Mario had maybe fallen in love with him, too.



Suddenly, there was nothing more to want as Mario began kissing him again. Mario touched his cock and began spitting in his hand to get the fat member wet. Maurice waited until Mario turned around and spread his legs as his golden lover braced himself against the counter top of the dressing table.



The sight of his lover’s lean back exposed made Maurice longed for things that he knew he could never have. With tears streaming down his cheek, he grabbed the golden muscled globes apart and slowly worked his cock into his lover’s ass.



It was an effort to get it in, but eventually it fit, like it did the other times before. Maurice reached around and grabbed his lover’s stomach and caressed the ripped muscles that bulged from Mario’s abdomen.



Maurice rested his head against Mario’s back and listened to his lover’s pants of pleasure and ecstasy. Maurice kept the rhythm slow at first, but Mario kept thrusting back to pick up the pace.



Maurice tenderly kissed Mario’s ear and felt the man shook from it. He didn’t want to rush their last moment together, but he had no choice, since there was a knock at the door and Mario told whoever it was in Italian to probably fuck off.



Maurice felt the urgency in his lover’s body and knew there was no way to prolong the inevitable. Unwillingly, Maurice relented and lifted his head up and began to pump into his lover in earnest.



He moved his hips faster and harder into his lover. The force of his thrusts rocked the mirror in front and for a moment a flash of deja-vu entered his mind. They have been here before, in the same situation. Mario’s suffering face with his right behind, their rutting bodies reflected their sinful union as Maurice brutally fucked into Mario’s ass.



Maurice felt their orgasms came crashing down over them. He reached up to silence Mario’s cries of ecstasy as he rested his head against Mario’s neck and bit his pleasure in to golden skin. They staid like that for a moment and then the moment was gone.



Mario nudged him to get up and Maurice did. Mario began putting his clothes back on and so did Maurice. Mario began fixing his hair and so did Maurice. The only thing that Mario couldn’t do was fix his bowtie and so Maurice did that for him.



Maurice tied the knot for the bowtie and Mario thanked him. His nod a shy one while Maurice’s was sad.



Without saying ‘good bye’ or ‘see you later’ Mario left Maurice standing in the changing room, by himself again.



The wedding was beautiful and Mario was even more beautiful. Everyone was watching the wedding couple, but Maurice saw only Mario. He watched as Mario rubbed his neck where Maurice had placed a love bite.



Every now and then Mario would adjust his pants and Maurice knew Mario was feeling Maurice’s cum leaking slowly out of his ass. The idea made Maurice smile while his dick became hard. Maurice left before he could watch Mario turn to kiss his wife for the first time.



‘Fuck the newly weds, he thought’



Maurice received throughout the day, pictures of the newly wedded couple and their wedding reception. Maurice was happy to see that at certain times, Mario looked distant and dejected from it all. In one picture it looked like he was having trouble sitting down.



The pictures ended when he saw the pictures of them driving away and Maurice knew they were leaving to go on their 2 week honeymoon trip to Italy. Maurice was hoping that their plane would be delayed, but the text message he saw on his telephone made him both sad and happy to read.



‘We are leaving to go on our honeymoon. Wait for me, until I return. Love, your prince.’



And so…



Maurice waited for him. Hoping that Maria and Mario would change into Maurice and Mario as there would be no more Mario, Maria and Me.



The End



P.s.



There might be an epilogue to see how long Mario can keep it up. If he is stronger divided or weaker whole?

His mouth makes its way across my pale skin, leaving in its wake a trail of saliva and goose bumps. My neck has always been a sensitive area.



I beg for more, my naked form pulsing from underneath his own strong body.



He gives me what I want and it only gets slightly better with his small bites on my delicate skin.



His teeth graze my pulse, but it’s still not enough. I want more, always. Even if it hurts. Especially if it leaves a mark.



I can tell though that he doesn’t want to get too rough with me. He’s scared he’s going to break me, but it’s a shame, because he doesn’t know how I like it.



I want him to take me, face down into the ground or so to speak. Why can’t he see that I want to be controlled? The feeling of submission never fails to make me complete.



His tongue laps at my collarbone and I can’t help but think how much fucking better it would be if he could just draw a sliver of blood from one of the visible veins that trace my skin. Any really would do. Red has always been my favorite color.



I finally decide that the foreplay is enough. If he doesn’t fuck me now, I’ll just have to find someone that will. The night is young.



”Come on love; let’s get to what we’re both here for. I want to feel you inside me.”



He seems flustered for a moment. His bright blue eyes are wide open; like he’s surprised I’m so willing to take his dick up my ass so fast. We just met. The look of disbelief passes soon though.



He takes his time slicking up his fingers with the lube I told him would be in the back pocket of my favorite pair of too tight black jeans, the one’s he had taking off only a moment ago.



He tweaks my nipples with his wet fingers, and then trails them down across my ribs. It tickles, I like it, but it’s still not where I want his attention to be. He touch is soothing, not at all familiar to me. I’m about to protest, but then he gets to his prize.



A single digit spears me open. Then another goes in easily enough right after, and soon a third, because let’s face it, I’m use to this by now. I just love the feel of myself stretching around to accommodate a foreign object. It’s like I have no other choice than to take it.



He’s enjoying himself, seeing his fingers pump in and out of my opening. I can tell by the fact that doing so makes him moan and grunt and breath harder to match my own panting and pleading and cries.



”I’m ready.”



It’s not whispered; it’s demanding and quite crude compared to his soft expression. Why did I pick him out of all the people in the club that were willing to fuck me? He’s not the type I usually go for. His hands are strong, sure, but his touch is gentle. His hair is dark, black even, but not his demeanor.



”Are you sure? I mean, maybe I should prepare you a little longer. Better be safe –”



Maybe I should make myself clearer with the people I decide to bring home so they can fuck me like the little bitch in heat that I am. I look weak, yes, but I like it hard. Believe me, I can take it.



”Fuck baby, I’m not a porcelain doll. Just stick it in my ass already.”



Again, he looks taken aback. He’s still horny though and he still wants me. The gentleness in his touch is long gone when he flips me over onto my stomach. This attitude change pleases me. I tell him to make me feel it, to make it rough, to make me his to play thing because he can.



”Fine. You want it hard bitch? You’re gonna get it.”



I know this is new to him. The words sound forced, but he’s already made it this far. He takes a moment to prepare himself. He wants to give me what I desire, but he’s not quite there yet. The wait is long but what comes next makes up for it.



The shock of his penetration is intense. It’s just a long, agonizing FUCKKKKK that comes out from my chapped lips. His dick makes it way completely inside of my channel, all eight inches of hard flesh, raw stabbing manhood.



Guttural sounds try to escape from my throat, but his hand is now covering my mouth. I open up to lick his fingers, the ones that were in the dirtiest crevasses of my being before. Then I suck on them, swirling my tongue around each digit. It’s nasty and I love it.



He stays still only for a moment, inside of my hot and warm and tight channel, before he withdraws. I like the raw feeling that it leaves coming out. Wouldn’t it be perfect if I was still sore tomorrow? That I could still feel the sting of being full to the brim with another man’s lust?



Then both of his hands come to hold my hips in a possessive grip. He proceeds to ram himself back in hard and so damn rough I swear I’m ready to cum just from the way he’s so into it now. I want to wait a little though. I want to fall over the edge with the feeling of his release inside of me. If I’m lucky, it’s going to burn so fucking good.



His grip tangles itself into my shoulder length soft blonde wavy locks. He turns my head to face him. I look over my shoulder, my gaze locking to his. Our mouths meet in a passionate, searing kiss. I’m glad that his pace doesn’t slow when he does this.



”What’s your name?” He asks, his breath ragged. There is spit dripping from my own panting mouth, but I manage to answer anyways.



”Gabriel. You?”



”Damien.”



I like it.



”Ok. Now make me scream it.”



He does. I see stars. I yell and moan and trash. I’m close, so is he.



He pulls out and I grunt in disapproval and want. He turns me over onto my back and stabs himself into my guts one more time. He finds my prostate again. His hands are on my arousal.



”I want to see your eyes. I want to see you cum for me, from this.”



I do. My ass pulses around his dick and he hits his peak inside of me, filling me with his seed.



We ride it out for a while, bucking wildly against each other, wanting to make it last.



When we’re finally spent, he falls on top of me, as his dick slips out of my ravaged hole. He hugs me close to his body, almost hurting me. It’s ok; I like to feel possessed.



Before I have the energy to do anything more, my eyes fall shut and I feel myself drift off to a well deserved slumber.

A Month in the Heart of the Country



It was that time of your life when you’ve just left school, finished your exams, reached the legal drinking age and feel like you can do anything and be anybody.



I was eighteen years old, skinny, bookish, shy with girls, a bit lonely, constantly horny. I was inhibited, to the point that after physical education in school I always changed under a towel. I didn’t have many friends, and the only thing all my friends had in common is that they were my friends. I hung out with some of the rich guys, some of the weirdos, some of the rebels, some of the hippyish types, and all of them wondered what I saw in the other ones.



So when Chris invited me on a holiday in the country with Steve, Ray, Danny and Peter, I was a bit surprised. The five of them were all among the rich guys. They spent a lot of money on clothes and their taste in music, unlike mine, was dictated by what was fashionable. I was a music geek and I defiantly liked things that were unfashionable. I wasn’t sure why Chris was inviting me until he said, “And we were just thinking, it’d be cool to hang out, you know, spend some time out there and be free and do some drinking, and I thought maybe you’d be interested in coming along, because most of us can’t cook for shit, so…”



That was why they wanted me: to do the cooking. I smiled to myself, holding the phone receiver in my hand. Of course they didn’t want me for my company. But I liked cooking, and I needed practice, and it would be interesting to be the only one out there providing food, and then Chris told me to bring my guitar, so perhaps they also appreciated that I was the only musical one. I told him I’d think about it. I asked my parents if they minded and they said they didn’t, so I emailed Chris to say yes.



Chris picked me up in one of his family’s cars, a big station wagon, one Saturday morning. Besides my guitar, I had a couple of pots and pans, a good kitchen knife and some herbs and spices, because I was under no illusion that the local shop would have much in the way of exotic ingredients.



Chris was an okay driver who thought he was a great driver. He was selfish and shouted a lot at people who got in his way, which was a lot of people because he drove too fast. We criss-crossed the suburbs that morning, picking up all the other guys, and then at last we had a full load and we headed out of the city into the country.



It was a long drive and I had to tolerate Chris’ crappy music selection on the car stereo. All the guys were excited at the prospect of the four weeks ahead. There was a lot of talk about how many girls they were going to pick up and how much drinking they were going to do. I was mostly quiet. I knew better. I suspected that we’d spend most of our time watching DVDs, drinking and getting stoned, and there would be no girls, no sex of any kind, apart from a lot of private masturbation late at night in your own room.



I was wrong about that.



The house was pretty big and a long way away from anywhere. Nobody lived in it, it was owned by Chris’s family and rented out for weddings and events. It had a lot of rooms and the other guys were quick to claim the best ones. I had a small room which was almost entirely filled by an oversized bed. It was as if they had a small room and a big bed left over after they’d done all the others, so they just stuck them together.



Once we’d got settled in, we set off for the local pub. We soon realised that we wouldn’t be making that trip very often, because the local pub was four miles away down dark winding roads. This was depressing, and as we all sat drinking we were more depressed by the knowledge that we were going to have to walk back. There were some attractive women in the pub, but they were all with men who looked like their husbands or boyfriends, and they were all older than us, most of them looking like they were in their late twenties. Steve made a remark about mothers he’d like to fuck and we all had a laugh about that, but when closing time came we got out and tottered home in a gloomy silence.



We woke up the next day, all a bit hungover, and we planned a shopping trip. We went out and bought staples, plus ingredients for dinner, plus enormous quantities of beer. We sat around reading and looking for porn on the internet and playing Wii. Some of us got stoned – not me, I didn’t like smoking.



When evening came round, we realised that our first full day had passed and we’d done precisely none of the cool things we’d come down to do. We had no way of meeting girls short of going to the pub, but the pub was too far away unless we drove, and if we drove one of us had to stay sober, and none of us wanted to stay sober.



Steve said that we had to start thinking of cool things to do, and we all agreed that we would. I would have quite liked to go for walks in the countryside. I liked nature and I was interested in trees and animals and birds, but I knew better than to suggest this. The other guys were all more confident than me, anyway. I was content to do what they wanted to do. In any case, I was reading a good novel and I didn’t need constant stimulation the way they did.



All the same, by the Thursday of the first week we were going mad with boredom. We’d read most of what we’d brought with us. We’d played most of the games. We’d watched most of the films. The high, exciting time we’d imagined was not panning out.



And so it was, that Thursday night, after dinner, that Steve came out with the suggestion that would ultimately make that month in the country the most memorable and extraordinary month of my life. It wasn’t always the most enjoyable month. Some of it was downright grueling. But we all came away from it changed, me most of all.



It was an innocent enough suggestion to begin with. I had cooked us pasta and we were all feeling content. We had been drinking red wine, which had gone to our heads. We felt like a mafia crew hiding out, we were the guys, we were a unit. My cooking skills had been praised in fake Italian accents.



Steve lit up a joint and passed it around. For once, I had a draw on it. Maybe that’s why what happened happened.



“We should play poker,” he said.



There wasn’t much enthusiasm for this. None of us were much good at cards and we didn’t want to gamble for money.



“Here’s the kicker,” he said. “We’ll have a scale of, like, forfeits. We’ll work out who won the most, and maybe he doesn’t have to do the washing up for a week, or whatever. Next biggest winner doesn’t owe a round for two days. Next biggest winner gets a free drink by the rest. And so on down.”



“What sort of forfeits?” said Peter.



“I dunno,” said Steve.



“I know,” said Danny. “The biggest loser has to do whatever we want.”



There was silence.



“Like what?” said Chris, looking interested.



“Like, anything,” said Danny with an evil grin. “And I mean anything.”



“What if he says no?” I asked.



“Then he has to do all the washing up for the entire rest of the holiday,” said Steve. That was about the worst thing any of us could think of, and we all laughed.



“I’m in,” said Chris.



“Me too,” said Peter.



One by one, we all agreed to Danny’s suggestion. The unspoken fear was of what, precisely, the biggest loser might be required to do – eat a cowpat? Something more disgusting? Danny had the weirdest imagination of us all, but Chris was naturally the one with the highest status. It would probably be he who would enforce the ruling.



We all started to play. None of us were very good, but I was surprised to find that I was one of the better ones. I didn’t win every hand, but I didn’t get cleaned out, either.



We all played conservatively, none of us wanting to end up at the bottom of the list. Chris grumbled about the number of folds that we were making, but Danny merely murmured “Remember, anything we want…” and Chris shut up.



As it got closer to midnight, we were all getting impatient for the game to end and a result to happen. Steve suggested that we call the current hand the last one. Peter was the one keeping track of the score. We all agreed.



When I got my two cards, I was delighted to find that I had a great hand: two tens. The next card was another ten, and with three of a kind I was confident that I could beat the others.



I decided to bet high. If I could shut them out, I could do it. It worked. One by one they sighed and threw in their cards.



Except for Chris. He simply looked impassive, and raised me.



I assumed that he must have a higher pair. The chances of him having three court cards were tiny. I called him.



The next card was a nine. The tension in the room was thick. I raised again, shoving half my chips into the middle, trying not to show how elated I was.



Chris called my raise. He was sweating. Whoever lost now would lose the hand. I felt excited, but I was calm.



The next card was another nine.



I couldn’t believe it. I had a full house, the first one I had ever had. There was only one thing to do.



“All in,” I said, casually pushing the rest of my chips into the middle. Surely, now, Chris had to yield.



He didn’t yield. He simply said “All in,” in a thick voice, and pushed his own chips into the middle of the table.



The final card was a useless two. It was the showdown.



I turned over my cards and I couldn’t stop myself from beaming. “Full house,” I said, laying out my two tens. There was a gasp from the other guys.



Chris stared at them for a moment, then he raised his head and looked at me.



“Four of a kind,” he said quietly, and laid down two nines.



I was stunned. There was a moment of silence, then the other guys exhaled. Peter gave a low whistle of commiseration.



“Good fucking game,” said Steve. Chris gathered all the chips to himself and smiled broadly.



There was silence. We all knew that one of us had to be the loser. Now, it was going to come out. I had bet everything I had, and lost it all. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Peter was totting up the wins and losses.



At last he looked at us all.



“The big winner,” he said, “is Chris.” Chris beamed and lit a cigarette.



“The big loser,” Peter added, “is Alex.”



The lads all gave a raucous cheer, and Ray patted my shoulder sympathetically. I hung my head and smiled ruefully. Whatever it was, I wanted it to be over quickly. I assumed it would be something nasty and disgusting. I felt a bit drunk and a bit high and I was surprised to find that although I was not looking forward to whatever it was, I was happy. I was one of the guys. I would take my forfeit like a man.



“Stand up, Alex,” said Chris. I stood up. I had agreed to do whatever they wanted. I was blushing. They were all looking at me; Peter smiling, Steve grinning, Ray with an enigmatic look on his face, Danny looking sleepy and with an evil smirk; Chris with a cool, appraising look.



“So, what’s it to be?” said Peter.



“Lick the toilet bowl!”



“Drink his own piss!” suggested Danny. The others made loud noises of disgust. I looked pleadingly at Chris.



“No, no, no,” said Chris. “I’ve got a better idea.” He waited for silence. We all looked at him expectantly.



“Alex,” he said, “take your clothes off.”



I felt my face go red, and I looked at him uncertainly. The smirk came back to Danny’s face. Ray lit a cigarette and looked at me through the smoke.



“All of them?” said Peter, glancing at Chris.



“All of them,” Chris confirmed.



They were all watching me. I had to obey. What was Chris thinking? Maybe I was going to have to go and streak outside, or something. That wouldn’t be so bad. Blushing, I leaned down and took off my runners and socks. I threw them aside. Then I tugged off my shirt and t-shirt and tossed them onto my chair. I opened my belt, unzipped my cargos and dropped them, then I placed them on the pile of my clothes; and then finally I slid my boxers slowly down over my hips and stepped out of them, leaving them with my other things.



Naked, I straightened up and stood, one leg slightly bent, making myself look back at them, meeting their gaze.



They were all silent. There was a strange tension in the room. I could feel it in their gaze, in the way they were looking at me. I had never been naked in front of them before, but the wine and the pot had given me courage. I felt their eyes on me, looking at my slim body; I was the slightest of us, with narrow hips but curved buttocks that stuck out behind me, a long but narrow cock, and only a very few hairs on my chest.



“Turn around,” Chris said. “Pose for us.”



I was breathing rapidly. I turned around and raised my arms until my hands were behind my head, posing like a model. Now there could be no doubt about it. There was something sexual about the way they were looking at me. I felt hot, and there was a stirring in my groin. God, that was all I needed, to get an erection now.



“Danny?” said Chris behind me. “What do you think?”



“He’s cute,” came Danny’s voice.



“Thank you,” I said softly, turning my head so I could see a little over my shoulder.



“Turn and face us, Alex,” said Chris. I did so, letting them see me, fully nude in the low light of the living room. The guys were sitting at the table, I was standing apart from them, near the fire which was turned off because it was a warm summer night.



“Alex, you have to do whatever we want, you remember that?” said Chris.



I nodded.



“Say it,” he insisted.



“I have to do whatever you want,” I said. “For how long?”



“For as long as we say,” said Chris. “All right? You understand what I’m saying?”



I felt that I was being challenged. I was a little light-headed and my heart was pounding. I had been standing naked in front of my fully-clothed friends for about three or four minutes. Now Chris was extending the forfeit. Now I was being offered a choice of some kind.



“I understand.”



“Do you say yes to it?” he said, his eyes shining.



“Yes,” I said seriously. I was beginning to think that I knew where this was going. And I wanted them to tell me what to do.



“Good,” said Chris. “Now, suck Danny’s cock.”



That was it. That was when I truly realised what I was in for. I looked at Danny. He looked much more awake now. He wasn’t smiling any more. He swivelled in his chair to face me, opened his flies and took out his cock, which was half-erect. He began pulling on it.



“Go over and ask him for permission,” said Chris.



Danny watched me as I walked across the carpet to him, my feet bare, and I knelt before him demurely.



“Danny,” I said with a dry mouth, “may I please suck your cock?”



“Yeah,” he said.



I had no idea what to do, so I merely leaned forward and he pushed his now-erect cock between my lips. I began to lick and suck on it, imagining how I would like this done to me. I had never had a blowjob in my life. I had never even kissed a girl. But now I was going to have to suck my friend’s cock.



That was the first barrier I crossed, going from just one of their friends who happened to be naked to being a fully-fledged cocksucker. It felt extraordinary, scary, intense to be kneeling naked in front of this guy I’d known for years and to be sucking him off. Danny grunted “Ooh, yeah…mmm…that’s good…” and he pushed his cock a little further into my mouth.



It was hard to take all of him. I tried not to let my teeth touch him. I moaned softly as my lips hauled on Danny’s penis. He held my cropped head in his hands and urged himself into me.



I really wanted him to cum. I didn’t know if I was expected to swallow or spit or what, but I accepted my role as giver of oral pleasure and I did the best I could. Danny was getting more and more excited, and he was beginning to move his hips, slowly fucking my mouth. It was incredibly intense. I shut my eyes and moaned again, imagining that I was a girl. They were certainly treating me like one.



“That’s fucking hot,” somebody said. I was moving my body as I sucked on Danny’s cock, my chest rising and falling, the muscles in my shoulders bunching. I was moving my hips as well. I was feeling more sensual than I had ever felt, and the sheer exhibitionism and shamelessness of what I was doing was giving me a hard-on. I knew that the guys could see that my own cock was sticking straight out ahead of me. Was I gay, then? I had never fancied a guy in my life, but to be made to suck my friend off was certainly arousing me now.



Then I felt a pair of hands on my hips, stroking me.



I moaned. Now another of them was touching me. I didn’t know who. I could feel his hands caressing my naked hips and my bottom, and sliding up and down my waist and torso. This raised the stakes.



“Ooh, yeah, baby,” murmured a voice directly behind me. Chris. It was Chris who was touching me more intimately than anyone had touched me before – except possibly for Danny, who had his cock in my mouth. I made a slight involuntary moan of protest. It was going a little fast for me. I wasn’t ready to have somebody else touch me yet, certainly not in the most private parts of my body.



“You have to do whatever we want, Alex,” said Chris softly.



I pulled my mouth off Danny’s cock and turned my head slightly.



“What are you doing?” I gasped. Danny took my head and made me face forwards again, then pushed his cock between my parted lips. I moaned thickly.



“We’re all horny,” said Chris, “and we think you should step up and be a good sport about it.”



I shivered, suddenly scared. Had they planned this? Surely not. What were they thinking of doing to me?



“We didn’t really plan this, Alex,” said Peter from the table. “We invited you along because we like you. But let’s face it, there aren’t enough girls round here, and we’re all horny. So one of us has to help the others out. We talked about it and we agreed it should be you.”



I looked up at Danny, scared. He grinned down at me, grabbed my head and fucked my mouth harder. “MMMMFFF!!” I moaned, alarmed now, as I began to realise what I had got myself into.



Then Chris reached around me and began to pull on my cock. My mouth fell open and I gasped with arousal. My heart was racing. I suddenly saw what I was doing there.



Chris was jerking me off and Danny was trying to fit his cock back into my open mouth. I was shaking with fear and excitement, desperately trying to process what they were saying to me. It seemed inevitable. I couldn’t see any way out of it.



“Please, no,” I gasped as Chris ran his hands around my ass and between the tops of my thighs and stroked my stiff cock. “Please, guys, please, I, I don’t know if I…oooh…” I was naked, on my knees, being caressed by one of my friends while another one was forcing me to suck his cock. I was beginning to get an idea of what they wanted from me.



They wanted me for a sex toy – a fuckable object, a cute boy who they could use as their girl. And in my current state I was in very little position to resist. I was gasping as Chris jerked on my cock and I lowered my head and submitted to Danny putting his own penis back in my mouth. I shut my eyes and sucked on him. I stuck my ass out behind me, giving Chris full access to my most private parts, guessing what he wanted to do, almost wanting him to do it.



“Tell me that you want it, Alex,” Chris muttered behind me. I made a muffled, incoherent moan. I couldn’t talk for Danny’s cock filling my mouth. Danny pulled out of my mouth and jerked himself vigorously, wiping his slippery cock over my face. His pre-cum was smeared over my eyes and forehead.



“Oh god,” I whimpered.



“Tell me that you want it!” said Chris impatiently. “Tell me to make you into my girl!”



The urgency of his need to use me, the imperial command to submit to him, to feminise myself, made me incredibly aroused. I shut my eyes and gasped “Please, Chris…make me into your girl!”

“Gimme the butter,” he muttered, and I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes and saw Steve leaning down with the butter dish in his hand. Chris took it from him and then I felt his fingers smearing the slippery, soft butter deep into the crack of my naked bum. His fingertips brushed against my tight, quivering anus. Now, I lost all doubt about what they wanted to do to me, or what Chris at any rate wanted to do to me, and I was scared. I craned my head over my shoulder and saw Chris taking his engorged cock out of his jeans and kneeling behind me.



“Oh god, no,” I gasped, really not wanting him to do it, wanting to keep my dignity, my virginity, my masculinity. Was this really going to be my first experience of sex – to have my supposed friends strip me naked and use me like their sex doll? I started to get up on my hands and knees, but Danny went on his knees and grabbed my arms, holding me down. I looked up at him, terrified.



“No!” I begged him. “Please!” But then I felt Chris mounting my naked hips from behind. I was on my belly, reared up on my elbows, Danny holding me down on the floor.



‘Seriously, Alex,’ Danny said quietly, ‘it’s gonna be a lot easier if you don’t fight it.’



‘I don’t know if I want this,’ I moaned, feeling shaky and scared. Chris paused behind me.



‘You said yes,’ said Chris impatiently. Danny glanced at him sharply, and then looked at me, holding my hands gently.



‘Okay,’ he said softly, ‘let’s stop a second. We don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want us to do. Right, guys?’



I stared at the carpet, feeling weepy and ashamed of myself; here I was, naked on my belly in front of my friends and I’d already begged one of them to use me, and now I was pulling out of it. I didn’t want to let them down. But I was scared, most of all of what it meant about me that I was doing this.



‘Of course we don’t,’ Chris said eventually, in a quiet voice. ‘Listen, Alex, it’s okay. We thought you wanted to go there.’



‘What are you scared of?’ Danny asked me. ‘Tell us.’



I was quiet for a long time, listening to myself, trying to figure it out.



‘I’m scared it’ll hurt,’ I finally admitted. ‘I don’t want to get injured.’



‘It doesn’t have to hurt,’ said Danny. ‘We’ve got shitloads of lube. It doesn’t have to hurt at all.’



‘You promise?’ I asked, looking up at him. He nodded.



‘It might sting a bit,’ he said. ‘But the more you relax, the less it’ll sting. We just…we just thought you were so fucking hot that we wanted you.’



‘Seriously, Alex,’ said Chris, ‘you’re so fucking cute.’



‘Seriously hot,’ agreed Peter.



‘Since when?’ I asked, the pleasure of being flattered overcoming for a moment my pride and dignity.



‘Since whenever,’ said Chris. ‘Hardly anybody’s 100% straight. Most of us don’t ever get to act on it, though. We thought that since we’re all here, it might be cool to try acting on it.’



‘With me,’ I said over my shoulder, but my fear was ebbing and the secret delight in being desired was starting to well up in me again.



‘Of course you,’ said Chris, and I felt his hands stroking my bare legs and I gave a little gasp.



‘Ahh…why?’



‘Why do you think, Alex?’ said Peter, grinning. ‘It’s because you’re the only one of us that we all fancy.’



Chris’ legs moved up to my thighs and I was blushing like mad because the nearness of his hands to my bare ass was making me very aroused, once again, and I was excruciatingly, delectably ashamed that I could be so turned on by my male friends admitting that they fancied me.



‘So you just thought you’d make me your girl for the week, is that it?’ I said, breathing heavily, blushing and smiling despite myself.



‘Sounds good to me,’ admitted Peter.



‘But I don’t get to do the same to any of you?’



‘Who knows what’ll happen?’ said Danny with a smile. ‘But for now…is that something that you think you’d like to do?’



‘What,’ I said, glancing at them all and closing my eyes momentarily and moaning softly as Chris’s hands massaged my slippery buttocks, then looking at them again, ‘I just let you all use me as a girl all night?’ I was actually squirming slightly with the pleasure and prospect of it, my body betraying what I wanted deep down, despite the tone of my words.



‘It does look awfully like that’s what you want, Alex,’ said Danny softly.



‘Oooohh,’ I moaned and lowered my cropped head as Chris stroked my ass, pushing a finger between my buttocks, touching me more intimately than anyone had ever touched me. ‘Ohhh god.’



‘So that’s you giving your consent, then?’ said Danny.



I let Chris finger me for a few more moments, and then I felt a sense of peace flow through me as I accepted what was happening, accepted that what I wanted more than anything else was to let my friends use me however they wanted; to be a piece of meat for one night, an available sexy body for them to use as they wished, instead of just a guy among other guys, with all the game-playing and status and bullshit that guys did.



‘Yes,’ I said, raising my head and shutting my eyes.



‘Oh, Alex,’ Chris gasped, ‘you are so going to get fucked tonight.’



‘Yes please,’ I breathed. Danny held my hands. I felt Chris mounting me, his weight on me, and then the presence of his hot penis pushing between my warm, slippery buttocks, urging up towards my most secret and private place -



I squirmed. Danny gripped my hands tightly. ‘Oh, fuck,’ I gasped. Chris’s cock tip was pressing at me, forcing my bum apart. I could feel him directing himself where he wanted to go. It was going to happen, he was going do it.



‘God, that looks hot,’ someone said.



‘I’m gonna do it,’ Chris grunted. He leaned his weight on my hips, then he reached up and clamped his hands over my eyes and hauled himself forward into me, his cock tip surging up into my anus, stabbing me.



‘AAAAUUHH!’ I squealed, because it did hurt — it stung deeply. But then, I felt him splitting me and the shaft of his cock sliding up inside my rectum, penetrating me, violating me forever, taking my virginity. And it was suddenly different.



I screamed once again as Chris slid up into me and Danny murmured soothing reassurances into my ear, but I could do nothing, and the last ounce of resistance went out of me as the pressure of Chris’s cock deep inside me made my own cock go rock hard and ache for relief. Because yes, I was aroused. It’s not unusual for rape victims to experience orgasm during the assault, but I was not fighting it anymore, I was not experiencing it as rape. I moaned thickly, letting the huge wave of sensation flood through me, the piercingly painful and yet thick feeling of Chris’s cock up my arse and his hands over my eyes making me wallow in my role as convenient piece of meat, pure flesh, just a hole for Chris to fuck so that he could get his rocks off.



“How does that feel, Alex?” Chris gasped as he buggered me.



“Ohh-hh-hh…” I moaned. “Ohhh god…ohhh yessss…”



There were murmurs of approval and excitement from the others.



“Oh god, Alex, that feels fucking great,” Chris gasped as he pumped his hips into my naked rear, mounted on top of me as I lay on my belly on the carpet, naked underneath him.



“Oh fuuuuck…” I whimpered. I was keeping my eyes closed because it was happening, the ultimate violation of me, I was naked and on my belly in front of the guys and one of them was using me like a girl, and I was not only not even trying to resist but I was getting off on it. A part of me was standing back from myself, amazed that I was finding this arousing, amazed that I was using the muscles in my rectum to milk Chris’s cock, trying to urge him to come inside my arse, to fuck me up my bum, to use me in a way that I had never ever dreamed of being used.



“Oh, ummmfff, god, guys, oh please,” I moaned as I squirmed helpless and naked beneath Chris, and although I partly meant it to beg them not to go too fast, to give me time to absorb what was happening to me, they seemed to take it as an invitation. Because the next thing I knew, a cock was pressing at my lips and I was obliged to let it into my mouth. Hands gripped the sides of my cropped head and my face was buried in a groin as whoever it was began to fuck my mouth.



Now I was being fucked at each end I had no choice but to give in to what was happening to me. I had an image of myself as a naked, squirming boy being spit-roasted by two bigger, clothed young men and I found that I was weeping with arousal. My cock was stiff beneath me, pressed into the carpet. Whoever’s cock was in my mouth was large and it was as much as I could do to keep it where I could manage it, licking and sucking on it deliriously as its owner pumped it into my face. “Mmm, mm, mm, mm, mm…” I moaned as my body was jolted and shaken by the fucking I was receiving at each end.



The force of Chris’s pole of muscle shoved up my anus was overwhelming, and I no longer had any strength to pretend that I was not deeply excited by what he was doing to me. I had got up that morning as a heterosexual teenager, but now, over twelve hours later, I was the naked bitch for a group of guys, their helpless cock-slave.



Whoever was fucking my face made a repeated grunting noise, grasping his own prick and jerking on it, and he pulled it out of my mouth. I blinked and then moaned as his cock erupted cum over my face, the sticky white semen blinding me. He stuck his cock back in my mouth for the last of it and I licked it up and swallowed the unfamiliar salty white goo. I had tasted my own cum, experimentally. Swallowing somebody else’s was quite different.



I couldn’t see but I guessed that it had been Danny whose cock I’d been sucking. The sight of him coming over my face must have put Chris over the edge, because he snorted and pushed hard into my arse, making me whimper with pain, and then I felt him coming deep inside me, his warm semen flooding into my rectum. He sagged as he did so, his weight and soft belly pressing onto my naked hips, and I moaned as I felt him deliver his final domination of me deep into my arse. Danny slipped out from in front of me and I lay face down on the carpet as Chris spurted the last of his cum in me, then he pulled out and stood up.



I lay prone, shaking, my eyes closed; naked and violated; breathless and scared; my body tingling with the ache and sensation of being buggered but also with the helpless satisfaction of orgasm. Because, as Chris had being coming inside me, I too had ejaculated, uselessly, over the carpet, for all the other guys to see.



My anus was tingling and throbbing and aching. I felt sticky all over and the sweat was cooling on my naked body. I lay there for a second, recovering, but also letting them look at me, letting them see that I had accepted it, letting them take in the sight of me, naked and sweaty and sticky and fucked.



Then I reached up and wiped the sticky cum out of my eyes, and I knelt on the floor. Someone handed me a damp tissue and I wiped my face thoroughly, still breathing heavily, still nude, still ever so present as the boy who was being the bitch for all the other boys. When my eyes were clear, I opened them and looked at the others.



Chris was slumped in a chair, panting, sated, lighting a cigarette. Danny was likewise satisfied-looking, wiping his cock and sitting back in his chair and sipping his drink.



My own cock was now semi-erect and a thread of cum linked me to the carpet. I wiped it and wiped the carpet, too. I looked at the others, blushing, smiling.



‘Who wants to go next?’ I asked.



‘You want to do it some more?’ said Danny.



‘Why not?’ I said.



‘We thought you’d just do maybe one of us,’ said Ray.



‘If I’m gonna be your girl for the night,’ I said, ‘I should take it seriously, shouldn’t I?’



‘Would you like to have me?’ asked Steve quietly. I considered it, and smiled. I liked Steve.



‘Sure,’ I said.



‘Then I think I’d like it if you maybe had a shower?’ he said. ‘I don’t really want to smell Danny and Chris on you.’



‘Okay,’ I said and stood up. I could feel them watching me. I liked the feel of their gaze on me.



‘I’m going to have a shower, now,’ I said. ‘I won’t be long.’



I walked, naked, out of the living room, and up the stairs, aware of what I’d done, aware of what I was doing, knowing that I was consciously being their slut. My asshole was pulsing gently and I felt incredibly satisfied, and yet at the same time I wanted to see what would happen if I could seduce them all, get them all to fuck me. Now that there seemed to be no escape from my role on this trip as the piece of meat, the cute boi, I wanted to play it to the hilt and see how it suited me. I had felt tired and a little drunk; now I felt energised and scared and ready for anything.



I went to the bathroom and the first thing I did was sit on the toilet and shit. Then it occurred to me, as I was wiping my ass, that I might try to clean myself out a bit, if the other guys were planning on taking me.



Some rummaging around in the bathroom cabinets yielded a white box with a sticker on it saying ‘enema kit’.



I looked at it, considered the situation, and thought that either the guys had been very prepared, or else we just happened to have rather strange hosts. I filled the bag with warm, mildly soapy water, and squirted it inside myself until I felt full — then, gasping, I shat the water into the toilet. I went a couple more times just to be safe, then I washed the kit out and stowed it away and got under the shower. I felt clean and purified and cleansed and ready for anything they wanted to do.



Only after a while did I become aware that two or three of them had entered in the room and talking quietly. I pulled back the curtain.



Steve, Ray and Pete were sitting, drinking, waiting for me. I was shampooing my cropped hair.



‘You like to watch, then,’ I said.



‘We told you, Alex,’ said Ray, grinning, ‘you’re the only one we all fancy.’



‘Danny and Chris not up to it?’ I asked, blinking water out of my eyes.



‘They’re totally done,’ Pete said. ‘They’ve gone to bed.’



‘I’ve gotta say, Alex,’ said Steve, ‘respect to you for doing this.’



‘Big time,’ said Ray, and they all clinked glasses.



‘You thought I wouldn’t do it,’ I said.



‘Of course we did,’ Steve said. ‘I mean, yeah…we didn’t think you were gay. I mean, I’m not even sure what that means. Are you gay?’



I stood naked under the water, feeling it running off my body, and thought about it for a moment.



‘I don’t know,’ I said truthfully. ‘I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve never fancied a guy in my life. But yeah, I don’t know quite what it means. I mean, I like…you guys fancying me. I like how it feels. I like that you find me sexy.’



‘But if we went downstairs and there were six naked girls,’ said Ray, ‘would you want to fuck them or would you want us to fuck you?’



‘I think I’d want us all to take pot luck,’ I said, grinning.



‘You’re a perve, Alex,’ said Pete sardonically.



‘Maybe so,’ I said, ‘but you’re the one watching me shower.’



‘The reason I’m watching you shower,’ he said, ‘is that to me, you’re a girl in a guy’s body. I don’t fancy you like I’d fancy a guy. I fancy you like I’d want a girl.’



I eyed him, and he winked at me. Pete was tall and rangy and athletic, as well as bigger and stronger than me. I wondered exactly what he had in mind for me.



But then I was clean, and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. The guys stood up as I walked out of the bathroom and stood on the landing, blushing, smiling at them.



‘So,’ I said. ‘Does someone want to go next?’



‘Me,’ said Steve. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along the corridor. I managed a smile over my shoulder at Pete and Ray, but then Steve had pulled me into his room.



‘Alex,’ he said, ‘I gotta admit, I’m just really, really horny. I’m desperate. I can’t make with a lot of lovey-dovey stuff.’



‘That’s okay,’ I said, shrugging. ‘You just tell me what to do.’



‘Take off your towel,’ he said, ‘and get on the bed on your hands and knees.’



I obediently dropped the towel and climbed naked onto the bed. Steve wasted no time. In a matter of seconds he was smearing lube over my ass and I was gasping and feeling myself starting to get hard again.



‘Oh god,’ I moaned.



‘I’ll be as gentle as I can,’ he gasped, inserting a finger into me, loosening me up again, and I whimpered, and then he was quickly stripping to his boxers and getting up behind me and then I felt his cock tip pushing between my tight buttocks, and I shivered with anticipation, and then he pulled his finger out of me and pushed.



Steve’s cock was long and narrow and I managed to let him in without too much pain. I gasped as he entered me and then I felt his long fullness filling my bowel as he began to ass-fuck me. It didn’t take me long to respond and soon I was fully erect, kneeling before him submissively.



There was little affection or tenderness in it, just a certain unwillingness to hurt me. Steve just wanted to fuck, and I was the only convenient and willing hole. He gripped my hips and pumped into my ass for about three minutes while I whimpered and moaned, face down on the sheet before him, and then he was coming inside me and I let out a long ‘Aaaaaaahuuuuhhhhh…’ as I felt his semen fill my rectum.



‘Oh god…’ he gasped as he came, and then he pulled out of me and I sagged, burying my face in the sheet, feeling seriously used for the first time that night, especially as I hadn’t come myself.



Steve wrapped himself in his sheet and muttered ‘Thanks, Alex, you can go,’ and then he laid his head on the pillow and began to breath regularly.



I felt a little shaky and weak. I got off the bed, feeling Steve’s cum leaking out of my throbbing ass, and I gathered up my towel around myself and left his room.



I went down the landing and back into the bathroom, where I washed myself off once more. While I was doing so, I felt the door open and I looked up.



Ray was there, a glass of wine in his hand, his face flushed, smiling down at me.



‘So Steve’s been, has he?’



‘He’s not exactly a romantic,’ I muttered.



‘He doesn’t appreciate you like we do,’ said Ray.



‘I don’t think any of you fucking realise,’ I said, ‘that I woke up this morning totally straight, and now I’ve been fucked twice up my ass and once in my mouth. It’s…fuck, I mean…’



I stopped washing myself and sat for a moment, naked on the edge of the bath, resting my face in my hands.



Ray sat next to me and put his arm around me.



‘It’s because you’re so, hot, Alex,’ he murmured, and kissed the back of my neck. ‘We can’t contain ourselves.’



‘It’s a lot to take in,’ I said quietly. Ray hugged me and kissed the back of my neck some more. Being told that I was attractive seemed to have a magical power to heal my doubts and resentments. Even as Ray told me I was cute, I felt my anger towards Steve melting away.



I sat up and looked at Ray. Even this situation was bizarre; there I was, the no-longer-virgin sex toy of the group, sitting naked next to Ray who was fully clothed, wondering what he wanted to do with me, quite prepared to let him do it.



‘So what do you want with me?’ I asked, feeling myself blush.



‘I thought,’ said Ray, ‘we’d try something a little different. For one thing, I’m not totally crazy about this.’



He fingered the sparse hair on my chest and my groin. I looked at him with surprise.



‘What were you thinking of doing about it?’ I asked.



‘Kneel,’ he said to me, and I slid to the floor on my knees.



Ten minutes later I was kneeling on the bathroom floor, naked and docile; my face, chest, belly, groin, legs, back and buttocks completely obliterated under a coating of shaving foam, and Ray was methodically shaving me.



I felt his razor skimming my eyebrows. ‘Please,’ I gasped, ‘be careful.’



‘I’m being very careful,’ he murmured. ‘I just don’t want any hair between you and me. But you want me to keep the eyebrows?’

Master had taken centuries to build his fortune, and in the twenty-first century he kept the money coming in by wisely investing in businesses that were guaranteed to make him money. These usually involved the food and entertainment industries, and while most people were more than willing to let a rich vampire become co-owner of their companies, some were not so willing. Lauren Whitt, the owner of McGill’s Dragon Pub, was one such person. Master had been trying for two years to set up a meeting with her, and she always put him off with one excuse or another. He suspected she was afraid to do business with him because he was a vampire. Although vampires had the same rights as true humans, a lot of people were still afraid of them.



Unwilling to wait any longer, he decided to pay her a personal unannounced visit. Since it was going to be over night he decided to take Rick with him, and maybe Helena, just incase a beautiful blond man was not as interesting to her as a beautiful woman. Yes, he was not against using bait to get his way.



Rick was dressed in his usual loose yellow shirt open on the sides and crotchless jeans. The front of the shirt was long enough to hide his cock and balls unless he was aroused and then nothing would be able to hide that hardware. As usual Master made him wear a plug that could be turned on to vibrate by remote controls. For the time being Master decided not to attach anything to his nipples. Still Rick had such nice nipples, so sensitive and tasty. He pinched them hard between his fingers and smiled when Rick reacted with a whimper of lust.



Helena on the other hand Master dressed in a nearly transparent blouse of pale blue and the pales of suede chaps. Beneath it the thin blouse her luscious tits were pinned with tiny enameled ladybugs trimmed in gold. They were clearly visible under the blouse if the leather vest she wore over it opened just right. Since her blouse could not hide her naked pussy Master allowed her to wear a pale white thong. A remote control butterfly nestled against her clit beneath them.



“Such sweet treats,” he said and hefted her ripe breasts. “Now I must go dine before we leave.”



Master called Maurice and Andre into his bedroom. Maurice supplied the blood while Andre supplied the ass. Working his cock deep into his pet’s body, Master fed well on the orgasms he would not let Andre have until he was satisfied. Then he and the man came together in crashing orgasms. This would tide him over until Dallas.



During the flight to Dallas, Master decided to let Helena entertain them by activating her butterfly. Agitated by the tiny clamps on her nipples and the butterfly humming against her clit, she squirmed restlessly in the seat across from Master and Rick. While they watched, she pinched her clamped nipples and rubbed her wet pussy to heighten the sensation. She sat so they could see everything. For Rick it was an eye feast watching her masturbate, his cock standing hard against his belly. She made eye contact with him and continued to play with her pussy until massive orgasms shook her body, Master smiled and asked Rick, “Do you want to fuck her?”



“Oh yes,” Rick answered greedily.



Rick dropped to the floor in front of her while another orgasm shook Helena’s gorgeous body. Her magnificent breasts were heaved while she squeezed the ladybugs clinging to her super sensitive nipples. Rick tore the thong and butterfly off her pussy and leaned down to run his tongue over her juicy cunt and swollen clit. She shuddered again as he ran his tongue inside of her and slurped on her hot juices. Half crazed by her pussy and the hum in his ass, he repositioned himself and rammed his cock deep inside of her hot cunt. Even though they were both well used for sex, her pussy like his ass was still super tight. Slowly drawing his cock back, fighting the urge to cum, he hesitated a second and then fucked her again. His spine became a piston as he fucked her over and over. He did not want to cum until he could hold back no longer.



Master watched Rick’s ass with lustful eyes. Rick had such a hard tight ass, perfect for fucking. Sweat glistened on his lower back in the hollow before the flair of his muscular hips. When Rick could hold back no longer, he rammed his cock deep inside of Helena and exploded with a flash of lightning up his spine. She screamed as her well-used clit lit up again.



Master smiled with satisfaction. His pets were deliciously lusty. He made them clean each other up before having Rick sit back down beside him. He didn’t make Helena put a butterfly back on, but he did leave the plug in Rick for tearing the first butterfly off her. Rick’s ass was going to be good and ready for a thorough fucking when they reached their final destination, the Hotel Marriott.



Reservations were already made and only required a signature, but while this was happening, curious people in the lobby could not help but notice Rick and Helena’s provocative attire. It was hot and she had taken off her vest, and his shirt was damp with sweat. No one said anything outright.



Needing a suite for the next two nights, Master had their suitcases taken upstairs with Rick and Helena while he made a few business calls in the lobby, one of them to Lauren Whitt to let her know he was in town and wanted to stop by and see the pub. Also if she wanted to come over for drinks, he would be happy to supply the wine. He assured her he had his own food and would be no threat to her.



“You travel with your own food?” she asked incredulously on the other end of the cell phone.



“Certainly. It takes many months to prepare my food the way that I like it,” he answered in a matter of fact voice. “Rick had to learn to like pain, and Helena just had to learn to let her sexual inhibitions go. I can do anything I want with her now.”



“A man and a woman?”



“Why not? Men and women taste differently.”



“I did not know that.”



He could hear her interest on the other end. The curiosity of one who was getting aroused just thinking about uninhibited sex. “My pets are quite delicious not to mention quite beautiful. I let them play on the jet over, since it’s still a couple of hours before I have to rest, I’m going to feed some more. You are welcome to join us if you want.”



“Seriously?”



He heard the doubt in her voice. “You don’t have to join us. For me it’s like dining. They are my food. I can have a bottle of chilled wine waiting if you like.”



“I need to think about it.”



“Certainly. Then I will see you tomorrow, as I intend to stop by the pub for a nice visit. I hear the music there is excellent.”



“It is.”



” Very good, then unless I see you soon, good night.”



He had put the thought in her head and suspected she would show up at least by tomorrow evening. Locating his suite, he found his pets dutifully waiting on him to join them. Both were nude and looked as if they had taken a quick shower. Removing his own clothes, Master climbed on the bed between them and told Rick to turn over. Running his hand along the firm back and ass, he smiled and moved to kiss Rick’s willing and responsive mouth. Rick would allow no male but Master to kiss him so deeply and passionately. This pleased Master enormously.



Facing Helena, he cupped her sweet face in his hands and gave her the same long lingering kiss. Her soul was kind and innocent, but her body was made for sex. When Master drew back he gazed at her magnificent breasts with pride. This beautiful creature belonged entirely to him, heart, body and soul. But her being a woman and his cock being so large, he was afraid he would hurt her if he ass fucked her. Call him old fashioned but he didn’t like hurting women. That was why he kept and favored males for butt fucking. Besides men had that sweet spot that just needed to be stroked by a nice large cock.



Turning back to Rick’s delicious ass, Master told Rick to get on his hands and knees while he felt for the plug and removed it. Master kissed Rick’s left flank and them lightly bit it. His teeth were sharp and sent shivers of desire through Rick’s body. They tasted like candy on his tongue. Positioning his cock against Rick’s rectum, he slowly pushed the head of his cock into Rick’s body. He did it slowly to increase the pleasure and savored Rick’s tremble of desire. Such a fine willing body, such a tight sweet ass.



The vampire knew when he hit the sweet spot. Rick gasped and tried to rock his butt backwards to take more cock inside of him. Such a horny boy Master thought. Drawing back and then ramming forward, Master smiled and picked up his pace. “Suck his dick,” he told Helena. “Get under him and lick his cock.”



Helena did as she was told, although it was not a burden. She loved sucking Rick’s cock. Taking the swollen head into her mouth, she sucked and licked on it while stroking him with her hands. Oil freed from his ass supplied the lubricant.



Rick teetered on the edge of an incredible orgasm. Master would not let him cum until he was ready to release his hold. Moaning wantonly Rick threw his head back and prayed he would get relief soon. Master’s cock was plunging rhythmically in and out of his ass, Helena was treating his cock to one incredible blowjob, sucking and stroking and hefting his ball sack. Suddenly Master slammed his cock deep into Rick’s ass and released his hold. Rick came violently as a bone crunching orgasm ripped through his body and emptied into Helena’s mouth. It seemed to go on forever as Master pumped hot cum into his bowels.



“You are such a good slut,” Master said as he withdrew his cock from Rick’s fine ass. The sound of it slipping free was sexy in itself. For fun he slapped Rick’s hard butt with the flat of his hand. The pale white skin turned a deep red for a moment. Master liked it and wondered if maybe it was time to push Rick’s tolerance for pain. Pain released such delicious hormones, but not everyone could mix pain and sex. He would work on Rick’s lovely white ass the next night.



Smiling at Helena, he said, “Next.”

I first met Soula seven years ago whilst on my way to do archaeological fieldwork at Akrotiri on Santorini. I had caught the Blue Star ferry from Piraeus (Athens Port) via the Greek islands to Santorini.



The whole trip takes about 17 hours and goes via some beautiful islands – Parros, Naxos, & Ios – but takes so long there is not much to do. As the sun set and turned into a balmy, starlit evening, I began to grow restless, and started wandering the decks. I grabbed a beer from the bar and stood by the railing watching the sun slowly sink away.



after a while I strolled around to the aft-deck where there was a large concentration of people sitting, standing, and laying around, chatting, drinking, and eating – the little aft-deck cafe was selling freshly cooked gyros for which there was a long queue.



As I scanned the crowd out of boredom as much as anything, Soula immediately caught and kept my eye. Her golden brown Greek skin, and lustrous thick black curls that cascaded over her shoulders and midway down her back, contrasted dramatically with the pure white bikini and sarong that she wore on the deck that first time I had seen her.



I knew she had caught me staring at her curves, barely contained by the skimpy bikini as the were. Occasionally, she would deliberately just catch my gaze briefly, before turning away.



After a few moments I realised I was obviously staring, and half-pretended to turn away. I took a few sips of my beer before curiosity made me turn back towards her, but she was gone. I got myself another beer and headed back to my cabin.



The next time I saw her was the next day, as the ferry entered into the grand caldera of Santorini volcano, and slowed towards the small cluster of buildings at the base of steep cliffs that is the Santorini ferry port of Ormos Athinos.



I saw her several metres in front of me through the crowd as people milled about the car deck, waiting to get off as we neared the pier.



Now dressed more conservatively in walking boots, khaki shorts, a loose-fitting white long sleeve cotton shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a straw sun hat, she had a simple medium sized backpack.



The crowd was too dense for me to get near her, and as we berthed I watched her clear the vessel, make her way across to a waiting car which departed quickly up the steep road to the left.



I was being picked up by a mini bus sent from the hotel in which I was staying, so took much longer to clear the port.



The weather was steaming hot and the mini bus ride was not altogether pleasant, but the sight of the hotel quickly cheered me up. It was located at the far end of the island from where I would be working at Akrotiri, at a small town called Oia. There was obvious earthquake damaged buildings everywhere, but for the most part it was charming old-world Greece, with white washed walls everywhere and blue roofs to compliment. I had been assured by the Archaeology department the hotel was well worth the commute, as it sat at the north-western tip of the caldera, and was situated perfectly to watch the sunset.



The hotel clung to the cliff-edges, and had an infinity pool that seemed to melt into the sea. I had the weekend to settle in before I started work, so I took a taxi to a scooter hire place to get myself a scooter, then grabbed a bite in the hotel restaurant before spending the afternoon in the pool. During the evening I rode up to Thira, the main town on the island and started exploring a bit. After grabbing a few beers in an amazing bar overlooking the caldera, I headed back to the hotel to catch some sleep.



By the second day, I had gone out onto the pool deck around the mid-morning following some breakfast.



There was Soula lounging on a sun bed by the pool. The same barely-there pure white bikini contrasting with her even deeper tan.



I tried smiling at her. Eventually she returned my smile with one of her own. I tried to figure out if she was accompanying anyone or not, but it didn’t seem so.



I began to wonder if maybe she was interested, and realised I was standing by the pool staring at her like an idiot. I sat down on a lounger on the opposite corner of the pool. After about 10 minutes of sitting comfortably on the sun longer, she suddenly got up and walked towards me. Sitting down on the lounger next to me, she looked directly at me.



“The shy guy from the ferry huh?” She said.



“You saw me staring then?” I meekly relied.



She just gave me a bemused half-smile.



“So, I guess you’re not the kind of alpha male that actually goes up to a girl he likes and hits on her, huh?”



“I , er…”



Her confrontation had taken me by surprise.



“It’s okay. I quite like guys that need to be taken in hand and told what to do…”, she said, flirtatiously.



“No, it’s not like that, I was…”



“What? building dramatic tension?”, she interrupted. “Because after two days of you staring at my tits and arse, I had an idea of what you were thinking.



I blushed and looked down.



Without realising it, she had already established a strange sort of dominance over me, and she knew it. We spent a few hours chatting together by the pool, getting to know each other a little better, before sharing lunch, and then in the blazing afternoon sun, sharing a couple of cooling cocktails.



She was single, Athenian, and was on the island unwinding after a long semester teaching Classical history at Athens University. I had told her I was a PhD Student in Archaeology, studying the exciting topic of Bronze Age art and alphabet. She had seemed genuinely interested in my research



With a few drinks under our skins, we got a bit more adventurous and flirty, and by that evening we had started to hit it off. After watching the most amazing sunset together, as the orange ball of the sun melted into the Aegean Sea, we shared one last drink and said goodnight to each other with a friendly but frustrating kiss on the cheek.



The next day I rode off to find my contact from the Ministry of Culture and got shown around the excavation site of Akrotiri. They took me to the archaeology museum in Thira, and provided me with a temporary desk where I could work for the next two weeks during my fieldwork. I got given a pass to come and go at the museum and excavation site as I pleased, and began my research viewing pottery, frescoes and examples of Linear A alphabet.



It was hard to concentrate on my research, as I sat staring out of the window at the magnificent view of the caldera and whitewashed walls of Thira, all I could think of was how Soula had smelled of an alluring mixture of wild flower scented oil…



Viewing various ceramic objects from the collections – skyphos, kraters and amphorae, their red and black figures all seemed to take my mind back to the figure of Soula by the pool in that skimpy white bikini, her ample curves barely contained…



As the end of the day neared I could barely get out fast enough. Stopping for a quick beer around the corner in an Irish-themed bar, I grabbed the Scooter, and rattled along back to the hotel.



Soula was sitting in a soft blue sarong-dress by the bar, casually sipping an ouzo as I walked in.



“Been thinking about me all day?” She asked, before I even had a chance to say hello.



“I, er…”



“Tell the truth!” she demanded sharply.



“I have to admit I have,” I replied sheepishly.



“Good. Now sit down and buy me a drink…”



For the next few nights we chatted, joked, ate and drank, and enjoyed taking a few evening walks together just exploring different parts of the island that I would take her to on my scooter. As our Greek adventure progressed I felt a growing attraction to this intellectual Greek beauty.



One night after sharing too much retsina, I tried to kiss her, but she suddenly shied away. I asked what I had done wrong, but she simply said she loved my company, and was attracted to me but she didn’t want to hurt me, as she felt I was too innocent for her.



That hurt me a bit… How did she dare to think she knew me?



I didn’t see her for the next two nights, and when I did, she was at the hotel bar with three very tall, muscular, tanned men. I shot her a jealous look from the other end of the bar, and placed myself down there, ordering a Mythos.



She had left me feeling hurt and confused.



The next day I lay by the pool at the villa, too depressed to be bothered going into the museum.



Soula caught sight of me by the pool, and gave me a strange, almost guilty look as she stared for a moment, before joining her new friends in the reception as they prepared to go off on a day trip together.



I began to drown my sorrows, and must have passed out by the pool, as when I next came around, it was early evening, and my head buzzed. As I awoke, I caught the familiar scent of floral perfume, and became aware of Soula sitting in the lounger next to me. I rolled towards her.



She was laying on her side, facing towards me with her top leg bent, foot flat on the lounger, making the bulging curved mound of her crotch obscenely obvious.



“Wow, you must have gotten drunk, you’ve been asleep for hours,”



I just stared trying to shake the haze.



“I guess I did get under your skin!” She mocked.



I rolled over away from her in annoyance.



“Don’t be such a sensitive sissy!” She snapped! “A real man wouldn’t get so iffy about it, he’d do something about it…” she trailed off.



After a few seconds waiting for me to react and me doing nothing. She stool, walked over to me, grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet.



“Come on.” She ordered.



“Where are we going?” I asked.



“My room of course, stupid.”



We had barely gotten into her room and closed the door, when she turned towards me and undid her bikini top revealing her taut 36C breasts which we just as tanned as her toned abs.



She paused for a second staring at my reaction. I consciously thought about whether or not I was drooling. she was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen naked.



Carefully sliding each of her thumbs under the hip strings of her bikini bottoms, she ever so slowly rolled them down her thighs, kicking them off.



My eyes were instantly drawn to her obviously moist and aroused sex. Also perfectly tanned, her mound was only shaved up to her bikini line, the rest was thick unshaven bush. Her mons and outer labia were plump and full and looked puffy compared with the rest of her taut muscular body.



Her lips were already open and moist, jutted out from through her thick public hair, but I just stood there staring at her perfect body like a rabbit in headlights.



She lay down backward onto her bed, placing the soles of her feet on the bed, and bending her knees, her legs spread open, so her pussy was facing me invitingly.



I quickly undressed and lowered myself on top of her, kissing her passionately with my tongue. I kissed along the side of neck, down to her breasts, twisting and twirling her nipples with my tongue, eliciting a moan.



“Come on, Fuck me,” she urged.



Although my heart and mind desired it more than anything else, my body betrayed me, refusing to become erect.



“Come on,” she cooed, and began stroking my dick with her hand, trying to get me hard, and gently kissing my neck as she did so.



I didn’t know if it was the alcohol from before or something else, but I just couldn’t get hard.



After a while of trying, Soula gave up.



“I thought as much. Not man enough!” she teased.



“But it’s okay,” she assured me, gently stroking my cheek, “like I said before, I quite like guys that need to be taken in hand and told what to do.”



“So, if your cock isn’t going to please me, your tongue is. Get down between my legs, and you had better make it good after disappointing me with your pathetic little cock!”



I found her stinging words actually turning me on. I lowered myself so I could reach her pussy with my mouth, carefully parting her thick fur with my hands, I began kissing, nibbling, and licking her first her outer lips, then her inner lips, and finally I began teasing her clit. Her fluids tasted amazing.



She began rocking her hips into my face. After a while she began moaning softly, then loader, building into a crescendo as she came on my mouth. Juices flooded out of her as she humped my face, letting out a guttural, deep moan, as I tried my best to swallow it all.



Afterwards we cuddled on the bed for a while, chatting about Greek history, Santorini and our work.



Suddenly she propped herself up on one elbow, and playing with my hair with her fingers, asked: “Do you know what is Greek sex?”



“Anal, right?” I replied.



“Yes. have you ever done it?” she asked.



“I’ve tried it with a few girls…” I replied coolly, not wanting to return to the topic of my unreliable erections.



“And what about men?”, she asked straight away, obviously dismissing my answer.



“No! I am not gay!” I splurged, almost too defensively.



“Ah, so you don’t know what is Greek sex…”



“I just said?”, I asked, confused.



“You remember I told you my PhD was on ancient Greek sexuality?” she said.



“Yes”.



“Well one of my arguments was to prove Greek sex, or anal penetration, as you simply reduce it to, was more than gay sex – it was an important power play between people – a consummation acknowleding the physicality of their social relationship.”



I stared blankly.



she looked at me annoyed that I didn’t seem to be following.



“when a woman gives up her arse to a man, she is normally saying to that man, ‘I admire and am turned on by your dominance so much I will let you take me in my most private orifice. I will let you pleasure yourself any way you wish to with my body’. It is an extension to the feminine submissive sexuality that many women already exhibit”.



“Many women, myself included deride direct physical pleasure from being fucked in the arse, but it is also about the power, you must want the man to exert his sexual power over you.”



“In ancient Greece, it was the same between men – even straight men. You didn’t need to be genetically or psychologically gay to submit yourself to a more powerful superior.”



“So Greek sex between men isn’t about gay sex – although it could be, but more importantly it’s about acknowledging another man as your social superior, wanting, desiring him to own and dominate you, and accepting that you are subordinate to him in every way, even if you are straight. And in many cases, ensuring that it is publically known you are owned by him.”



“This is why it is very common in the warrior culture – junior warriors want to be acknowledged by heroes, by proven veterans, their superiors, to submit physically means he respects you enough to allow you near him, despite his superior warrior skills. It suggests he believes one day you might grow worthy of being by his side.”



“So that’s what I meant when I told you I was too much for you – as much as I like you, maybe even more, I am most turned on by men who can accept their true inner sexual role in the ancient Greek sense, straight or not. I have studied ancient sexuality so much I need to be with men who live in accordance to that ancient style sexuality – be they dominant or submissive, but in touch with themselves, and I just don’t think that is you. Also, just like many men get off on lesbian sex, I get off on watching two men using Greek sex to properly establish their hierarchy, but it just feels like you couldn’t get over your British reservedness and do that for me…”



She left the last sentence trailing…



“Soula, I want to be with you so badly, I would do anything to be with you…”, I found myself saying without thinking.



“Are you sure you know what you are saying?”



“Yes.”



A day later, as the sun famously dipped below the ocean at Oia, the soft white curtains billowed in the open windows of her hotel room, and Soula, clad only in her bikini top, gently rubbed her clit through her thick, unshaved bush, staring intently at us as Yiannis loomed over my naked body. His chiseled, Adonis-like frame was obviously stronger anymore powerful than my own.



Yiannis was one of the three men I had seen Soula with in the hotel a few days before. They had recently arrived from nearby Mykonos which is famous for its gay sex party scene.



His thick, 9 inch cock hovered above my spread, lubricated cheeks, held apart by both of my hands, as I lay flat on my tummy, staring at Soula’s incredibly wet, gaping pussy. God how I wanted to taste it again – so much so I would literally do anything, and was about to.



‘Beg him to own you…’, she purred.



‘Please Yiannis, I need to be yours, I said, looking over my shoulder deeply into his eyes as she had previously instructed.



“Mmmm”, I heard her purring.



‘More!’, she added. “I love that you are willing to go Greek to please me!”



‘You don’t sound like you’re that desperate, slut’, Yiannis taunted.



‘God Yiannis, I need you to fuck my arse!’ I virtually pleaded.



With that he drove his long, thick, Brown cock deeply into my tight rear.



“Awwwwwww!” I moaned, feeling a burst of pain and pleasure at the same time as he stretched me open. I had never been penetrated in the rear before, and despite the copious lube, his huge cock stretched me in ways I had never felt before.



“Mmmmm,” Soula moaned even more loudly, wanking her pussy furiously now.



“How does it feel to submit to a real man’s cock in your arse?” She teased, but I was unable to reply, biting down on the pillow to stop myself from squealing like a girl.



Soon though, my muscles began to relax, and get used to the intrusion. Yiannis began to work his organ in and out rhythmically and I surprised myself as I instinctively began to press back, beginning to enjoy it.



“Ha! Soula, you were right, this little slut enjoys it!” Yiannis teased.



He reached around, tweaking my nipples and sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He spanked my arse, sending jolts of pleasure through my nether regions.



His cock felt as if it was swelling and growing even bigger, stretching my arse in ways it had never been opened before. I looked across at Soula, who was staring directly at me, her left hand pinching and twisting her nipples, her right hand with three fingers buried deeply in her pussy, and furiously working them in and out of her dripping snatch. I could hear them sloshing and slurping as they worked in and out of her sodden hole.



Yiannis gripped my hips in both hands and began to drive in and out more furiously now, building up a heady tempo. I tried to match his strokes, squeezing tighter as he thrust and releasing to allow his withdrawal more easily.



“That’s it, bitch! Milk my cock with your slut-arse!”



His cockhead was rocking back and forth across my prostate, and it was sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My cock was finally hard – something Soula’s beautiful pussy had failed to make it become, and it began rocking back and forth of its own accord as he thrust in and out.



My ball sack – tiny in comparison to that of the giant dangling balls belonging to the chiseled specimen sodomising my anus, was tight and pulsed.



I tried to reach between my legs and jerk my own cock, but Yiannis realised what I was doing and yanked my hand away.



“You’ll come just from your arse little fuck-bitch!” he ordered.



He located my prostate with his bulbous cock-head and focused on it with short localised strokes, which were too much for me. Easily lifting me slightly off the bed with one arm under my torso, he had me at a diagonal with just my knees touching the edge of the bed. My little erection bobbing out in front of me, as I faced Soula. She was frantically bringing herself through a series of orgasms as Yiannis’s cock brought me over the edge, I began spurting out into thin air in front of me, coming purely from the arse fucking I was receiving without any contact to my cock.

(c)2013 angelface195 all rights reserved



Here are the characters:



The Cassidy’s

Matthew: The Patriarch

Helen: His wife

Hayley: Their youngest daughter

Samantha: Their middle daughter who is married to actor Brandon Mitchell

Denise: Eldest daughter married to Daniel Worth

Jonah: Eldest child and only son – he is married to Quinn



Son in law’s

Brandon Mitchell – Actor

Daniel Worth –Sports agent

Quinn Cassidy – Daughter-in-law married to Jonah

Jake Harrison – Fiancé to Hayley

Mary Harrison – Sister to Jake

Stephen Cassidy – son of Dent Cassidy, suitor to Mary

Kenneth Baylor Cassidy – Head of the board

Blake Black: Family lawyer, keeper of the Ritual



The Chadwell’s

Lord Thomas Chadwell

Lady Catherine Chadwell

Mason Chadwell –great nephew to Matthew, fiancé to Daniela

Claudia Chadwell-Winston and her husband, Martin Winston

Braxton Chadwell and his wife, Tara

Carlton Chadwell and his wife, Carmen

Sylvia Chadwell-Sawyer and her husband, Adam Sawyer



Staff

Margaret Jones – Assistant to Hayley

Brian West – Assistant to Jake

Daniela – Frederick’s daughter and now submissive to Hayley

Marvina – New Housekeeper to Hayley and Jake




***



Mason felt nothing as he sat down to breakfast. His father sat with him and they talked about family business as Mason ate his breakfast. Thomas asked his son if he wanted to go riding with him in an hour or so.



Mason agreed. He hadn’t been riding in a very long time and felt the need to get out the house and into the air. Thomas left him and Gerard came to get the tray. Mason took a shower and got into his riding clothes. It was noon as Mason went outside. His horse, Mandy was saddled and waiting. “I’m so happy to see you.” Mason said to the horse as he patted her and gave her some sugar.



The horse nuzzled him. Mason was surprised to see all the male members of the family and Jake astride their mounts waiting to go riding with him. “It’s an all-male day today let’s get ready to feel the wind and enjoy the day.” Said Thomas and off they went.



***



Daniela’s day started the same except thee Chadwell’s physician had been called and just wanted to ensure that Daniela was able to participate. She’s perfectly healthy and the babies are doing very well.” Said the doctor to Lady Catherine, after he finished examining Daniela.



“Thank you. She can participate in the parameters we’ve set?” Lady Catherine asked.



“Yes, but don’t tire her out too much. I think a few orgasms, maybe two or three at the most should suffice for the day.” The doctor said as Gerard led him out.



Daniela got dressed. Hayley and the rest of the women were waiting for her downstairs. They were all going to have afternoon tea later in the day. In the meantime, she would get to know her future in-laws.



It was crisp and cool outside and they all took a walk through the grounds. Lady Catherine showed Daniela the gardens. They were beautiful even in winter and Daniela couldn’t wait until the flowers bloomed. “Are you sure you don’t want a spring wedding?” Sylvia asked excitedly.



“No, I really like the winter and I think that the Castle will be beautiful with twinkle lights.” Daniela said.



Lady Catherine took her arm, “I love a winter wedding and I assure you my dear the Castle will be spectacular to welcome you into the family. I know that you have your own means and your father would like to be included, but we would like to take care of the wedding. Please allow us. Your father can, if he wishes, host the rehearsal dinner.”



Daniela smiled, “Thank you so much. You have treated me like a daughter. I am so grateful.”



“It is we that are honored. We are happy to have you join our family.” Lady Catherine said squeezing Daniela’s arm.



“I do have one favor to ask?” Daniela said biting her lip.



“Anything.” Catherine said.



“Would you shop with me for my wedding dress?” Daniela asked.



From behind them, Claudia rolled her eyes and said, “Oh brother.” Tara gave Claudia a scathing look. Claudia shut her mouth, but stuck out her tongue. Tara ignored her.



“My dear girl, you will have a designer design your dress. You are my daughter. All the women in our family have their dresses made, so no worries about that.” Catherine said as they continued to tour the grounds.



***



Mason felt hot. He felt as if he wanted to strip off all his clothes. They had lunch out near the lake. Thomas was watching him and knew that they would have to return home soon. He gave Jake a look. Jake grinned. The formula was beginning to work.



Braxton glanced at his brother and Mason looked back at him. Mason imagined Braxton naked. He imagined taking his cock in his mouth and knew it was nearly, but not quite as big as his was. Mason shook his head, damn, he had never sucked a cock in his life, why was he thinking of this? The formula Mason thought.



Jake went over to Mason. “I think we should go home. It is time to begin the ritual in full. Tonight you are with us men.”



Mason pulled Jake to him and kissed his mouth. Jake responded. The others watched for a few moments. Thomas broke it up. “Let’s get home and get more comfortable.”



All during the ride, Mason watched the men. He wanted to suck and fuck and be sucked and fucked. His dick was hard and throbbing. Every move the horse made, made Mason want more. His dick felt as if it would explode any minute. He needed to get home.



***



Daniela felt her nipples harden. She felt her pussy getting moist. Lady Catherine noticed that she was rubbing her legs together. She gave a nod to Tara who took Daniela up to her room. Hayley helped Daniela change into a white long robe with a zipper down the front. The rest of the women changed into black see through nightgowns.



Tara looked sexy in her black long nightgown with a slit up the side. Daniela could imagine licking her black pussy, tonguing it, savoring the taste.



Tara noticed the look and licked her lips. Alas on this trip, it was not to be. Tara said to Hayley, “Is her pussy as good as I’m imagining it to be?”



Hayley laughed, “Better.”



Gerard arrived. He led the women down to the bottom of the castle. They went through two doors. There was a room with a thick heavy door. Gerard took a large key and opened it. The room looked something out of a Jane Austin novel. It was very feminine, very Victorian but if you looked closely, you could see the wrist and ankle restraints on the bed, the spanking chair, the punishment bench and the cross on the wall with restraints. There were cameras in the room.



A large television which was on the wall, looked out of place in the room. Gerard turned it on. Daniela could see another room, a room that looked like a medieval dungeon. She could see Mason, entering the room. He was wearing black silk long pants with a drawstring and nothing else. All the men of the family were wearing black robes.



Gerard said to Catherine, “May I join the men now, Madam? Tea will be brought up later by Edwina.”



“Yes, go and have a good time. Tell Mason I will see him tomorrow.” Catherine said.



***



Daniela’s pussy was hot. She was so warm she wanted to just dive into all the beautiful pussies before her. Hayley unzipped her robe and it fell to the floor. The women all knelt to feel her pregnant belly. Lady Catherine took Daniela’s hand and led her to the bed. She was in charge. “Tara tie Claudia to the spanking bench. It’s time my daughter experienced some of what she’s been dolling out to her husband.”



Claudia started to protest but shut her mouth when she saw the look on her mother’s face.



Carmen grinned at her mother-in-law. She was looking forward to this.



“Since Hayley is our guest, she may have the choice of the whip, the flogger or the paddle.” Catherine said as she ran her hand over Daniela’s breast.



Daniela shivered. Hayley picked up the paddle. It was a beautifully crafted one. “It’s been in the family for years; my grandmother used it on my grandfather.” Catherine said and began sucking on Daniela’s nipple.



“She may have two or three orgasms. Tara, come join us at her other breast.” Catherine said, “While Hayley is paddling. I think twenty will do. Hayley, you may give her five.”



Hayley was gleeful in her paddling of Claudia. She didn’t like her cousin, Claudia at all. Claudia’s tears were falling freely, but not necessarily from the paddling, but from the humiliation of being struck in front of Daniela.



When Hayley was finished, she looked to Lady Catherine who told Carmen to take up whatever device she wished to use on Claudia. Carmen took the flogger and waited for her mother-in-law to give the order. “I think six from Carmen who you’ve spoken to with such disdain.” Catherine said as she licked down Daniela’s body. “Sylvia, come and take care of mother.”



Sylvia crawled onto the bed as Catherine opened her legs. “I love being here mother.” Sylvia said as she began to lick. Catherine pulled her daughter in tighter to her pussy.



Hayley kissed Daniela’s lips, then moved down to her breasts as Daniela began to watch the screen.



***



Mason was tied to what looked like to him the rack. Mason was stripped of his black silk pants and his legs were fettered. His dick stood straight up. His father pressed a button on a remote and the platform Mason was laying on rose. Thomas pressed another button and the platform righted itself until Mason was standing straight up. His dick was level to Carlton’s mouth. Carlton removed his robe and began to suck his brother’s cock.



Mason let out a moan, “Yesss, that’s so good. Suck my cock.” He groaned. Jake came over and kissed his mouth. He and Mason swapped tongues and Jake kissed down to his nipples. Braxton came over to his father and pointed to the floor. Thomas smiled and knelt down. He caressed Braxton’s cock. Thomas moved his hands up and down on his son’s fat, long dick. “Don’t play with me or I’ll spank your ass purple.” Braxton said grabbing his father’s head and forcing his mouth onto his dick.



Adam had put on a condom and was lubing his cock. He took Martin by the waist and put him over the chair. He spanked Martin’s butt several times, then put first one finger, then two up Martin’s anal passage. “It looks like your wife has been using her strap-on quite religiously. You’re more open than the last time I was here.”



Adam guided his cock into Martin’s rectum and began to fuck him. Martin moved his ass. Adam was so good. He was almost as good as Claudia.



***



Claudia’s punishment was over. Catherine ordered her to go between Tara’s legs and eat at Tara’s shrine until Tara was satisfied. Catherine herself was indulging in the tasty pussy of Daniela while she had already come in Sylvia’s mouth. Hayley was enjoying Daniela’s sucking on her pussy. She had missed Daniela’s talented mouth while Carmen was savoring Sylvia’s pussy and ass; licking from top to bottom.



Sylvia who rarely got her pussy licked had already cum once from Carmen’s touch.



Daniela had cum once already and was a bit tired. Lady Catherine realized this and stopped tonguing her. Hayley was still in heat as she climbed off Daniela. Lady Catherine got her strap on and while Daniela was watching Mason, Catherine fucked Hayley.



***



Mason wanted Jake to fuck him. He started to beg for Jake’s cock in his ass. He pleaded, he cried. They obliged him by taking him down and onto the bed. He was strapped in, his anal passage lubed. Jake put on the condom and slowly slid in Mason’s ass, “Shove it in! I want it all. Take me with your big black dick, fuck me.” Mason yelled.



Gerard entered the room. He stripped out of his robe and took Mason’s cock in his mouth. Mason fucked deep into Gerard’s mouth. The man that had taken care of him and that he loved almost as a father. Gerard worshipped Mason’s prick. He loved Mason as a son and sucked his cock with love and care. When Mason came in his mouth, he swallowed him down gratefully. Softly he kissed Mason’s mouth, put on his robe and left.



Jake watching all of this grabbed Mason’s hips and shoved all the way in. Mason yelled in pain, but pushed back. Adam pushed Thomas onto the bed. He told Martin to go fuck his father-in-law, and then Carlton. Adam went behind Carlton and began fucking him. Braxton stroked his hard cock. He put on a condom and grabbing Adam’s hips he fucked into him. They all watched Jake and Mason.



***



Daniela watched the fuckathon amongst the men. It made her very horny again. Licking her lips, she stared at Tara. Tara stared at her. She pointed to Tara who crawled on to the bed. Tara looked at Lady Catherine who gave her permission. Tara and Daniela got into a 69 with Daniela on top. Claudia was ordered to get behind them and suck Daniela’s ass.



Claudia was enraged, but did as she was told. She was in heat and hadn’t been satisfied all day. Daniela came quickly and brought Tara to orgasm just as quick. Tara came screaming, “Oh Shit girl, you can eat my pussy any day.” She said as she clawed the sheets.



***



Everyone had cum except for Thomas. Father and son got in a sixty-nine position and Mason sucked his father’s cock deep in his mouth. Mason gobbled his father pricked, he sucked down Thomas’ cock as if it were the finest piece of meat. Mason licked and sucked as everyone else watched him.



Daniela in the other room grabbed the back of Lady Catherine’s head and shoved her into her pussy as she watched Mason and Thomas.



As if she had been struck by lightning as she watched Mason explode into his father’s mouth, Daniela found her climax and practically lifted off the bed, her belly lifting into the air. Mason stared into the camera. It was as if he were looking at her.



***



Daniela lay back onto the pillows of the bed completely and utterly spent. Edwina came into the room with a cart filled with food for high tea while Gerard went into the men’s room with another cart.



***



After eating and drinking, Lady Catherine called for Gerard. He came into the room and lifted Daniela who had been put back in her robe and took her out to the elevator and up to her room. He placed her in her bed and she fell fast asleep.



The rest of the women spent the time until dinner enjoying themselves. They formed a daisy chain and ate pussy until they were satisfied.



***



Mason was tired. He ate and drank. “I think I’ll have a tray brought up for dinner. I’m too tired to come down.”



Thomas chuckled, “I’m sure you are. Who would you like to bring it?”



Mason looked at Jake. “Jake would you bring me my dinner?” He said licking his lips.



“I will if Braxton will join us.” Jake said.



Braxton grinned and agreed.



***



Daniela slept the rest of the night. Tomorrow she would be with Lord Thomas and Jake. The rest of the men would be in town, Hayley would be meeting with the dressmaker, while the women would be with Mason. None of the men really minded because on the last day they would get all the pussy they wanted.



***



Mason fell asleep. He was awakened by his brother Braxton sucking his cock, as Jake stood by the bed stroking his. Mason smiled and reached out for Jake. Jake got on the bed and over Mason’s handsome face. He fucked in Mason’s mouth and Mason sucked him. Mason took Jake’s cock from his mouth and said, “Thank you for Daniela. You were right; I could suck you all night long.”



“Then do it and make me cum or I will take you over my knee.” Jake said raising an eyebrow.



Mason took Jake’s cock back into his mouth and sucked him dry.



After all this sex, Mason ate dinner with Jake and Braxton. Adam came up and joined them.



After dinner, Mason spent time alone. He thought about this entire day. He never would have believed it. He never would have thought it was possible. He was totally and absolutely astounded by his and everyone else’s behavior. Mason had enjoyed all of it. He knew it was the formula. He knew that he shouldn’t want it, but he wanted it.



Mason’s thoughts went to his mother. He thought about her creamy thighs, those thighs that had given birth to him. Tomorrow he would be between them and he found that he couldn’t wait.



Mason got into bed. His dick was hard again and he thought about Daniela. He stroked his cock as he thought of spanking her ass and turning it bright pink. He thought of how Daniela sucking his cock, the twirling thing she did with her mouth. He thought of her burgeoning belly and how he couldn’t wait to sink his cock inside her again. He thought of Daniela as his cum spurted into his hand and he passed out and asleep, his cum still dripping from his hand.



Day 1 of the ritual of Mason and Daniela was over.



***



Gerard came into the room and found Mason asleep. He cleaned his hand and tucked him into bed. He kissed Mason’s forehead and went back to his room. He went into Daniela’s room and saw she was asleep. He kissed her forehead and she stirred. “Sleep well Miss Daniela.” Gerard whispered, “Sleep well, I wish you all the happiness in the world. You are marrying the best of them.”



***



The morning brought with it Daniela sleeping late into the morning. Today she would spend with Jake and her soon to be father-in-law. The babies were doing the dance in her stomach and Daniela went to shower to get them to calm down. When she came out a tray with her breakfast was waiting as was Lady Catherine and Hayley.



“Good morning dear, I had chef bring up your breakfast. You really slept late. How are you feeling?” Lady Catherine asked. She looked quite beautiful in a long blue dress.



Daniela kissed Lady Catherine’s cheek and then Hayley’s. “I’m fine. I slept like a log. The babies woke me. I believe they were starving.”



“We thought you’d be hungry so we prepared steak and eggs with hash browned potatoes.” Catherine said lifting the silver lid over the plate.



Daniela’s mouth watered and she dived into her plate. Catherine poured her a large glass of orange juice and gave Daniela her prenatal vitamins.



Hayley watched her and said, “I will be leaving for London today. I’m going to Alexander McQueen for the fitting for my wedding dress so I want you to rest. The women will be leaving at three to be with Mason. You’ll have dinner with Jake and Lord Thomas and spend the rest of the evening with them. We want you to take a walk, a nap and someone will awaken you about three to begin getting ready.



Daniela thanked them, finished eating and went downstairs. Mason saw her and kissed her cheek. “How are you feeling?”



“I’m fine. I slept like the dead. The babies woke me up. They were very hungry. How are you?” Daniela asked stroking his face.



“Yesterday was intense and I’m sure today will be the same. I heard that you are resting until three. I’m glad about that.” Mason said.



“Your mother says that she’s staying away from you until the time comes.” Daniela told him.



Mason looked at Daniela guiltily, “Last night, I thought of you and came all over my hand.”



“You did. I’m happy. I saw all the sex you were having with the guys and it was hot.” Daniela said kissing his cheek.



Mason blushed. “Never in my life did I think I would suck a dick, but I wanted it more than I could breath. I know it’s the formula but Jake’s dick tasted so damn good.”



***



Claudia was in a foul mood. Her mother had forbidden her to cum. When her husband came to bed that night she wanted him to eat her pussy, but Catherine had forbid it. She had also forbidden her from punishing her husband in any way.



She watched Mason and Daniela and began to hate Daniela even more. Tara watched her. “Don’t you ever learn your lesson?”



Claudia frowned, “What do you have to say to me bitch?”



“That’s exactly what I mean.” Tara said getting threateningly close, “You’ve been riding my ass since I married your brother and I’ve put up with it because I know that deep, very deep down inside you’re an insecure bitch. Why your husband married you is a mystery to me. He must be a serious masochist…” Tara started to continue, but Claudia, held up her hand.

It had been a while since Brett and I had spent time in Monaco. Booking the tickets I couldn’t wait to tell him we were going in a week’s time, for four whole weeks of relaxation our style, with the added bonus of a panoramic Mediterranean view. Spending time with Brett was all I wanted to do, either on the yacht, in the apartment or in the casino, I didn’t care, I just wanted him to myself and didn’t want to share him with anyone.



Brett’s arrival home from America was imminent, he had been away for six days, I had Lisa for company most of the time, and when she wasn’t with me I had Eve the maid. Eve was particularly good as a face fuck, and she fucked my arse brilliantly with her long tongue. However, neither of them could pleasure me like Brett.



He had just driven through the security gates, and I decided to meet him at the door. I had dressed for the occasion, in my new red silk underwear and not a lot else, just as he liked me, and made sure my black, thigh high boots were slightly dirty. My waxed snatch was moistening at the thought of him touching me, licking me, fucking me.



“Hello Tiger,” were the words that greeted him, as he approached the door, “I’ve missed you so much.”



“Hey Bunny, has Lisa not been over to keep you company?” he asked with a huge grin on his face.



“Yes she has, but you’re a better fuck,” I replied with a smile, adding, “Both Lisa and Eve have had my pleasure, but neither satisfy me like you do!”



“Well in that case, come the fuck here and take this up your cunt,” he said, holding his stiff cock in his hand.



Barely getting through the door, he grabbed my waist and kissed me passionately.



“Let’s go and play, and then you can tell me what you’ve been doing for the past six days,” he said softly.



I led the way up the staircase, once we were at the top; Brett picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I opened the door, the aroma of freshly cut flowers was exquisite, particularly the Star Gazer lilies my favourites. Placing me on the bed, Brett told me I looked stunning. He lay by me and started to caress me. The new basque fastened at the front, easier access to my voluptuous tits, Brett soon got it undone, caressing, kissing, flicking my erect nipples. Kissing all the way down to my red silk panties; undoing the loosely tied bows very easily with his teeth. He continued licking my smooth, waxed twat, his tongue finding my stiffened love button with ease, making me gasp with the desire to cum, stroking my inner thighs, with small circular movements felt heavenly. I could feel the urge to cum getting greater, as Brett expertly licked my clit, alternating between chewing, sucking and licking, I couldn’t hold on any longer, my whole body tingling, my heading was swimming with ecstasy.



“Lick it, chew it, suck it, don’t fucking stop!” I groaned, “Ahhh no, it’s coming,” waves of ecstasy ripping through me. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged.



My dripping wet cunt ready any moment to soak his hardened love weapon.



“Ahhhh, fuucck, please please, fuck me now, put your cock in me and bang me so hard, now,” I told him.



Banging me harder than he ever has, Brett pumped hard, slowly at first then faster and harder, he soon cum, deep, deep inside me. Our juices mixing and trickling out, until Brett pulled out his cock, and they spurted all over the freshly laundered sheets. Brett went for a shower, his cock still stiff



Meanwhile I rang down for the maid. It took her a while to answer, eventually after about two minutes she answered. “Get your fucking self-up to the master bedroom now!” I bellowed. “Fucking hurry up about it!”



“Yes mistress, right away mistress,” she whimpered.



Waiting for her to arrive seemed like ages, then there was a knock; “What fucking bedding did I tell you to put on here, bitch?” I yelled.



“The black satin bedding, mistress,” she replied.



“Well why the fuck have you put the red satin bedding on then?”



“I couldn’t find the black so I put the red on,” she answered.



“Well it’s not good enough and with your small misdemeanour last week, remember when you failed to make me cum. I don’t think it’s good enough you fuck wit. Now get your fucking clothes off and lick that cum of the sheets, swallow every last bit. Then go and stand in the corner, and prepare for your punishment. Hurry up slut!” I ordered.



Watching the little slut undress, was actually making my cunt wet. She began by unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her pert tits in a red bra, she dropped both her blouse and bra together on the floor, she then slipped out of her skirt, standing there in just her black panties and skin toned hold-ups, I wanted to fuck her with my biggest strap on, however I decided to taunt her instead; “Oi slut! Why the fuck haven’t you got matching underwear on?” Watching the look of horror on the daft bitch’s face, I added, “Have you been playing with yourself again, whilst on duty?” With that her facial expression changed from horror to guilt. She had either been playing with herself or the delivery driver had a quickie with her when he delivered the groceries.



She had a nice body, pert tits although her cunt was a bit looser than when I first met her, however nice all the same. I walked over to where she was and grabbed her ponytail, “Why didn’t you answer my question slut?” I asked in a menacing voice.



“Which one mistress?” she replied.



“I asked; why are you not wearing matching underwear? You know it’s one of the rules don’t you?



“They got too wet mistress, when I fucked the delivery driver.” she replied hesitantly.



“Oh, I see. Well in that case, go and get them and hurry up!” I ordered. Picking up her clothes, I told her not to bother and go as she was.



On her return she knocked the door.



“Enter.” I said sternly. “Are those the ones?”



“Yes mistress.” she replied.



“Well stand over there and lick and suck them clean, when you have done that, finish undressing.”



She began to lick and suck her panties, her long tongue gliding over them just as it does my clit. She held out the panties for inspection, I gestured for her to drop them to the floor, not really wanting to inspect them. Tentatively she pulled down her panties, showing her waxed pussy. Knowing that she had been fucking really turned me on, she was a fantastic fuck, juices from my cunt began to trickle down my inner thigh, I sat watching her on the side of the bed my clit was now throbbing and needed attention.



“Come here and lick my cunt bitch!” I demanded. She walked over to where I sat, dropping to her knees, I opened my legs and thrust her head between them. “Now lick my cunt until I cum, and this time do it properly slut!” I ordered. I lay back on the bed as she devoured my twat, it was heavenly, her tongue lapping my entire cunt, with nice long strokes all my lovely juices being swallowed at the same time. It wasn’t long before I was on the edge of an amazing orgasm. “Lick my clit bitch and don’t stop,” I gasped, “Oh my god, fffffuucckk, lick it bitch, lick it!” I screamed.



“Having fun Bunny?” I heard Brett say.



“Hell yes,” I groaned. “Fuucckk, she is good!” Wave after, wave of ecstasy now ripping through my body; my cunt now dripping wet. I started to squirt juices, “Lap them up bitch,” I panted. Lifting my head, I watched her drinking my cum. It was then that I noticed Brett watching, his erect cock in hand, tugging at it, slowly first, long soft strokes, and then he went faster, letting out small lustful groans. Obviously enjoying what he was witnessing, he walked over towards where Eve was kneeling.



“Oi bitch,” he said, “Take my cock in your mouth, and suck it until I cum down your throat, make sure you swallow every last drop of my seed!”



Turning her attention to Brett’s huge cock, I watched as she deep throated it, taking in most of the length, it wasn’t long until his body started to tense, his back arching as he thrust it deep inside her mouth, groaning as he did, with a few more thrusts he blasted his spunk down her throat, making her gag as he kept thrusting his throbbing cock deeper. Spunk began to seep from her lips. “Swallow it all bitch,” I said sniggering, “Don’t dare to spill any!” She gripped her lips tighter, cleaning his cock as he withdrew it from her mouth, licking the corners of her mouth so she got every last drop. “Good girl,” I said sarcastically patting the top of her head.



“Fucking hell she’s good!” Brett exclaimed, sitting next to me on the bed.



“Right bitch, get out of my fucking sight you slut!” I ordered. “I want to see you dressed correctly, when I come down for dinner.” I added….



Eve collected her clothes leaving Brett and I in our bedroom alone. “Darling I forgot to tell you, I hired us a private jet to take us to Monaco, we leave in a weeks’ time and we are staying for four whole weeks.” I told him smiling.



“Fantastic news just what we need.” he replied. “Is the slut coming with us?”



“Definitely not, we can find ourselves a French slut for while we are there.” I said smiling.



“Great idea Bunny, I like your way of thinking,” he said, leaning over to kiss me.



“Just think darling, in a weeks’ time we will be in our Monaco apartment, those lovely panoramic views of the Mediterranean Sea. How relaxed will we be!” giving him a horny wink…..



Once we reached the apartment complex, we were greeted at the reception desk by Monique, she was beautiful, her hair was blonde and worn in a French plait, her legs were so long, maybe she would be the one, I thought…



Brett seemed to be much more interested in the bellhop Dimitri, he was cute, in fact quite stunning, with his jet black, wavy hair, tight little arse and his impeccable English accent, I could tell he wanted him, however who’s wanton desire would win!…



Reaching the apartment, I couldn’t wait to take a shower and change the heat was sweltering at a humid 27 degrees. The complimentary champagne and strawberries looked very inviting. However, they would have to wait until I’d had my shower.



“Darling I’m going for a shower. Can you pour us a glass of champers whilst I’m in there please?”



“Okay Bunny, I will do,” Brett replied. He was still engrossed in conversation with Dimitri; I couldn’t wait to find out what they were talking about.



My shower was invigorating, the water feeling soft on my skin; I started day dreaming about Monique. My twat was beginning to moisten with the thought of her licking it, flicking at my hard clit with her beautiful tongue. I washed my body with small circular movements, cupping my huge tits, moving towards my waxed cunt and into my now soaking wet lovebox, it wasn’t long before I was on the edge of orgasm. Chills running through my body sending my senses reeling, I stroked my rock hard clit harder, letting out little gasps again and again, my cunt began to squirt. Just then I heard Brett enter the bathroom…



“Oh Bunny, you bad girl.” he said adding, “Who have you been thinking about then?”



“I’ve been thinking about Monique and how I’d like us to have her,” I replied smiling.



Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped the towel around me and kissed me with a wanton desire, picking me up he carried me to the bedroom and placed me down on the huge bed. Taking my favourite glass dildo out of the suitcase, “Play with this until I’ve had a shower, try not to cum too many times,” he said smiling.



“If you’re sure darling,” adding, “I’ll try not to,” I promise.



The dildo felt luscious, I didn’t know if I could keep my promise. It was tongue shaped with, smooth on one side and textured on the other, with a loop at the end for easier movement. Thrusting it in and out was heavenly, again my thoughts were of Monique, I had to have her. I didn’t want to think of it, I wanted it to happen. Pushing and pulling my glass dildo into my sopping wet cunt, I was close to orgasm, when there was a knock on the door, from the bathroom I heard Brett asking,



“Darling can you get that please, I think it’s for me.”



Putting on my thin, silk robe, I walked over to the door and opened it. To my surprise in front me stood Dimitri, “Oh, I wasn’t expecting you Dimitri. What can I do for you?” My robe had fallen open and I could feel his eyes ogling my mammoth tits.



“Mr. Steyn asked me to call, when my shift finished. He said he had a job that only I could do,” replied Dimitri.



“Well in that case you had better come in.”



Standing just inside the doorway, I gestured for him to be seated.



“Would you like a drink, Dimitri?”



“Yes please, Mrs. Steyn,” he replied.



“Please call me Anya, well when you’re in our apartment,” I said smiling, adding “What would you like to drink? We have most things.”



“I’ll have a cold beer please Mrs. Steyn, I mean Anya.” he answered.



Whilst we were chatting on the settee, my robe came opened loosely at the front, once again his gaze went to my tits.



“Nice aren’t they!” I said modestly.



“Yes they are,” he said with a broad smile.



The bedroom door opened, and Brett said, “Bunny are you teasing the guests?”



“Just a little,” I replied, adding, “I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” giving Dimitri a cheeky wink.



Making his way over to the sofa, Brett held out his hand to shake Dimitri’s saying, “Glad you could make it, I knew you were the kind of guy that wanted some fun.”



“Thanks for inviting me Brett, I’m sure we will have loads of fun!” he replied confidently.



Brett dressed only in the skimpiest of towels gave me the look, the ‘go and dress in something special one’. “Shall we go for a dip in the pool?” he asked.



“I don’t have anything to wear,” Dimitri said



“Don’t worry I won’t be wearing much,” I smiled.



“In that case, please don’t dress on my account Anya, I prefer to swim Au Naturale myself!” he cheekily smiled.



“Well that makes all of us then,” Brett added, removing his towel to reveal his totally naked body.



Dimitri seemed in awe of Brett’s body, his mouth almost open at the size of his semi hard cock. “Shall we wait for you in the pool?” I asked Dimitri, trying to distract him from his gaze.



“No please stay, I don’t mind an audience,” he replied winking.



Brett and I sat watching as he removed his clothes seductively, we both gasped as he pulled off his skin tight white t-shirt revealing his magnificently toned upper body; Brett sat there rubbing at his now stiffened cock, my cunt juices began to trickle down my thighs; Dimitri started to unfasten his black skinny jeans, pulling them down over his tight little arse showing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and that he was ready to play. The lower part of his body was as good as the top; his stiff member was at least nine inches long, his pubic hair removed completely.



“Dimitri your body is magnificent, you must show me how you exercise,” Brett said wantonly.



Walking over to where we sat, Dimitri asked, “Should we swim or play?”



“Oh I think we should play,” I answered adding, “Come show me how well you can lick my cunt!”



Doing as I asked he came and knelt in front of my now open legs, I pulled him up to me and kissed him passionately before he slowly made his way down my body to my sopping wet cunt; making sure he paid lots of attention to my voluptuous tits, sucking and chewing my erect nipples and cupping my tits in his hands; reaching my waxed twat he gently worked two fingers into my cunt slowly at first and with his thumb he rubbed my rock hard love jewel; the desire to cum was immense, my breathing became deeper; Brett was watching as Dimitri devoured my cunt, flicking my love bean with his long tongue, sending my senses reeling as I reached a climatic orgasm, my body started to tingle and tense.



“God that feels good, please don’t stop, lick it harder, suck it, chew it,” I gasped. He used long slow movements with his tongue over my bean which sent me into orbit; “Aaahhh fuck I’m coming, yessss yes, fffuuucccckkk me, aaahhh, jeeezzus” I groaned, my body exploding its love juices all onto his face. Still thrusting his fingers in and out; he seemed to expertly know when I was about to squirt, Dimitri pulled out his fingers and let my love juice squirt all over his torso and down onto his rock hard cock making it glisten.



“How was that then Anya?” he asked.



“Fucking fantastic,” I replied smiling.



“Shall we go through to the bedroom?” Brett suggested, adding, “Then I can play too!”



Dimitri stood up and walked over to Brett held out his hand and said lustfully, “Thought you’d never ask.” Walking to the bedroom Dimitri softly stroked and squeezed Brett’s arse cheeks, making him giggle. As they reached the bedroom door, Dimitri pulled Brett towards him and kissed him with the same passion as he had me.



“Do you not want to play Anya?” Dimitri asked.



“Fucking hell yes!” I exclaimed.



Reaching the bedroom I closed the door, Brett and Dimitri were lying on the bed playing with each other’s cocks and kissing both groaning with desire; I picked up my dildo and walked to the chair, sitting down I pushed the beast inside my dripping cunt and began thrusting it in and out whilst with the other hand I flicked my hard love bean. I watched as Brett was sat on the bed at the top whilst Dimitri was sucking on his cock, deep throating it and licking the top; I remember thinking that he must have had practise somewhere; Brett started to groan, beads of sweat dripping from his brow, his body tensing, he began to massage the back of Dimitri’s head, Brett’s groans became louder, he began thrusting his cock into his lovers mouth, groaning,



“Yes, yes suck it harder, swallow my seed, pleeaasse suck my cock dry.”



Dimitri sucked and licked Brett’s cock like wild dog with a bone, Brett began to gasp, his breathing was much shallower; Dimitri started to swallow and I could tell that Brett had cum deep into his mouth; he lifted his head and swallowed the remaining seed. They both sat at the top of the bed watching as I brought myself to a heavenly orgasm, my body once more tingling, and wave after wave of ecstasy rushing through me.



“Shall we go for that swim now?” I asked.



“Yeah give us a minute darling and we’ll be with you,” Brett answered smiling wryly.



“Okay then I’m going for a quick shower, be good boys while I’m gone.”



Going into the bathroom I realised I had forgotten my hair fastener; I opened the bedroom door and my jaw dropped, I had known for a long time that Brett liked to suck cock, however he was knelt on the edge of the bed with Dimitri’s cock buried in his arse. Dimitri smiled coyly; I found my hair fastener and then returned to the bathroom without saying a word. As I showered I wondered how long Brett had been getting drilled by other men; I also wondered if he would tell me that Dimitri had fucked him. The shower felt heavenly and I knew I wanted Monique even more, and I would have her all to myself!! Walking back into the bedroom Brett was now sprawled on the bed,



“Darling I’m going for a swim now,” I said.



“Okay sweetheart, on my way.”



“Make sure you bring Dimitri with you, but I think you both ought to shower first!”



I scoffed.



Changing my mind I dressed and made my way to reception; I asked to speak to Monique, I was told that she went home ill, I then asked if I could have her address to send her some flowers; they told me that it wasn’t really company policy, however she had spoken so highly of us that they didn’t want to offend us; after getting the address I went back to the apartment finding Brett and Dimitri by the pool soaking up the sunshine.



“I’ll join you in a minute boys,” I shouted; not really wanting to join them, the only place I wanted to go was Monique’s.



“Hurry up Anya or you’ll miss the afternoon sun.”



I heard Dimitri shout in the distance; not really listening, I had decided to take a taxi to Monique’s address. Making my excuses; knowing they would have a good time, I sought my solace hopefully at Monique’s flat…

It was a short ride to Monique’s apartment; I rang the buzzer, and her soft voice answered, I explained that I had heard she was unwell so I had brought her a gift to make her feel better; with that she let me in to the apartment block and I soon found her apartment. Answering the door in the scantiest of outfits there stood Monique an absolute picture of magnificence and I had to have her, if not today then soon.



“Hello Mrs. Steyn. How good of you to visit me, please come in.”



“Hello Monique. Are you feeling any better? Please call me Anya,” I replied smiling.



Entering the apartment there was a sweet smell of flowers, I couldn’t quite put my finger on the variety, but the smell was gorgeous.



“Monique, what is that gorgeous smell?” I asked with an air of yearning.



“It’s Cherry Blossom; the scent is carried by the breeze from the Japanese Gardens across the way; beautiful isn’t it?”



“Yes quite beautiful, but then the room is full of beauty,” I replied.



Monique looked at me; as I stared at her in awe of her stunning face and body, her eyes blue like the Mediterranean, her skin soft and flawless, her hair blonde like flaxen, her tits were more than an average size for her figure, her waist was slender as were her hips and her legs so long; I could imagine them wrapped around me while I fucked her with a strap-on.



“Are you okay Anya?” she asked.



“Sorry, yes I’m fine,” I replied my face slightly reddening with embarrassment.



“Please sit down, would you like a drink? I have some wine in the fridge.”



“Yes that would be lovely, thank you,” I answered.



Pouring the drinks and then sitting down on her sofa next to me, she made me feel quite at ease, we chatted about how long she had worked at the apartment complex; she told me that she was ready for a change and that she would love to live and work in the UK; I began to wonder if it was possible to have a lover and a maid on the payroll, but I would have to see how she performed first, I mean what would be the point in paying for her to come and stay with us if she was a shite lover;



“Shall we go out onto the balcony? It’s a lovely afternoon.” Monique asked.



“Yes; why not. I must get going soon though, or Brett and our guest will be missing me.”



“Please I don’t mean to keep you, I don’t have many friends they are just work colleagues mostly.”



“Don’t worry, you’re not keeping me, I wanted to come,” I replied in a lustful tone.



The next few minutes were bliss, Monique came over to me and stood in front of me; being seated I had a fantastic view of her waxed twat, her panties were so small; she sat on my lap and kissed me with passion.



“Oh Monique, you are magnificent. Please join me on our yacht Tuesday?” I asked wantonly.



“I will have to book some holidays!”



“Why not take the next four weeks off? I’m sure we’ll have fun!” I replied with enthusiasm.



“I only have two weeks left of my holidays,” she answered glumly.



“Well don’t worry I’m sure we can come to some arrangement!”



“Yeah okay then,” she said hesitantly.



She really didn’t know what she was letting herself in for. I couldn’t wait to get her on our yacht.



“Monique, please bring your skimpiest swimsuit on Tuesday? It’s better for the photos,” I almost ordered.



“I prefer to go Au Naturale, to be honest!” she exclaimed.



That was the second time today I’d heard that, I wondered if it was just coincidence!!…



Returning back to our apartment I could only guess what sight awaited me… I opened the door and Brett was sat alone on the sofa completely naked…



“Hi Bunny, have you been anywhere nice?” he asked.



“Yes I have thanks; I’ve been to see a new friend,”



“Do I get to know who?” Brett pushed.



“Where’s Dimitri?



“He had to nip out for something, he should be back soon,” he replied cockily.



“I’ve booked us a table at the Cosmopolitan for eight o’clock, is he coming there with us too,” I sniped.



“Erm right I’d best call him and tell him to wear something smart,” he joked.



“What have you been up to then, whilst I was out, sweetheart?” I asked. Not really wanting to know, as my thoughts couldn’t get past my incredible kiss with Monique.



“Oh we didn’t do much, we had a short swim and then sat by the pool, before coming in for a shower to wash off the suntan oil,” Brett replied, adding “Why do you ask darling?”



“No particular reason, other than I was wondering if you fucked his arse like I saw him fucking yours!” I could tell that Brett was shocked by the fact that I knew he likes a good cock drilling.



“To be honest yes I did fuck Dimitri, and he told me that you had seen him drilling me earlier.” Brett said solemnly.



“Oh don’t be sad darling, I just wish you had told me that you like a cock fuck as well as sucking it.”



I felt quite sorry for Brett, I think he would have liked to keep it a secret, but now I can make sure that he has more cock than he can handle!! He came over to me and dropped to his knees.



“What are you doing?” I asked quite confused.



“I’m awaiting my punishment,” he replied.



“No punishment we are on holiday remember. Now get up and we’ll get ready for dinner.” I told him.



I went to shower and I could hear Brett getting dressed in the bedroom. “Can you pick me an outfit out please darling?” Hoping that he would pick my cobalt blue backless dress, with my matching underwear; Stepping out of the shower I had quite a surprise, in front of me at the basin was Dimitri standing there naked his hard cock in his hand.



“Dimitri, you gave me quite a shock,” I said.



“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to; Brett thought you might want a quick fuck before we went to dinner,” he replied lustfully.



“Well I don’t think we have time, so get ready and then we can fuck later; I expect you will be staying the night.” I told him giving him a cheeky wink.



Returning into the bedroom to dress, Brett was nowhere to be seen; he had however put my cobalt blue outfit out, I started to dress and Dimitri just came and lay on the bed watching and smiling; I began to tease by licking my fingers and pushing them deep into my wet cunt, I walked over to Dimitri and made him suck my juices off them. Telling him that’s a taste of what’s to come!! I finished dressing and walked through to the lounge; Brett was sat outside taking in the panoramic view of the harbour,



“Breath-taking isn’t it,” I said.



“Not as breath-taking as you, my sweetheart.” Brett replied, coming over to where I stood and nuzzling my neck.



“I agree with Brett, Anya you look stunning!” Dimitri remarked.



“The car should be here shortly, reception said they would call us when it arrived.” Brett told me.



We went to dinner the food was exquisite and the wine even more so; I needed to unwind; I told Brett over dinner that I would be going out on the yacht on Tuesday, and that his presence wasn’t necessary as I would be taking a friend out with me; yes the beautiful Monique would be all mine, no interruptions from anyone else; Brett was fine with that I think he asked Dimitri to meet him at one of the casino’s and they could see how lucky they are on the Blackjack tables. We had all finished dinner, but the evening was still young…



“Darling, what time is the car coming for us?” I asked.



“I told Henri that I would call him when we are ready to return home, why sweetie?”



“Well I don’t know about you two, but I fancy going to Buddha Bar, I need to chillax and kick my heels.” I replied smiling.



“I’m game for it,” Dimitri said laughing.



“You’re game for anything,” Brett said lustfully, adding “Yes we can go; it may help you to get to know each other.”



“I don’t think it’s that sort of place darling!” I replied laughing…



We all enjoyed the nightclub; lots of suggestive movements, and ‘double entendre’, loads of different cocktails it all passed so quickly, but very relaxing. The car journey was very interesting; Brett was drunk, but Dimitri was very alive; Brett had slumped over and Dimitri came to sit by me, he kissed me while at the same time he pulled my dress and bra off my shoulders exposing my huge tits and erect nipples, he smiled and buried his head in my cleavage, devouring my voluptuous mounds, licking and sucking. Henri the driver had a great view; he was really good looking about five feet nine inches, light brown hair and brown eyes…



“Would you like a suck Henri?” I asked.



“Please don’t tease ma’am,” he answered.



“When we get back home, help Dimitri to the apartment with Brett, and you can have what you like!” I offered.



Reaching the complex Dimitri and Henri took Brett to the apartment; I told them to leave him on the sofa; I went into the bedroom and undressed, pulling on my silk robe I returned to the lounge;



“Right who would like a drink?” I asked.



“I’ll get the drinks Anya, what would you both like?” Dimitri said.



“A beer will be fine for me,” Henri answered.



“I’d like a glass of champers please, Dimitri.”



We went to drink them by the pool, and chatted about different topics including Henri’s tips on where to but some new toys from; we finished our drinks and I kept my promise to Henri and reiterated to him that he could have anything he wanted; he asked me to go and sit across his lap so he could suck, lick and squeeze my voluptuous mounds, he had the softest of touches and his mouth was so sensual, my cunt was soaking wet and it began to drip on his trousers for which I apologised; Dimitri had gone back inside and I couldn’t see Brett lying where the guys had put him on our return. Henri told me that he would have to be going home as his wife was expecting him. Before he went I made sure that he could come to our little get together for Brett’s birthday. I saw him to the door and went to find Brett and Dimitri; it wasn’t a surprise to find them having a sixty nine between the sheets, to be honest I thought that one of them would be cock deep in the other.



The next few days couldn’t pass quick enough, I spent a lot of my time making sure my tan was topped up; Brett and Dimitri were inseparable, they went and did everything together even me at least three times a day; Tuesday came around far too quickly, Brett had made sure that all the crew on the yacht were detailed that they were only to approach Monique or myself after calling my cell phone first.



Tuesday had finally arrived; I called Henri at 07:30 to check that he was able to pick me up at 09:30, continuing on to collect Monique and then down to the harbour; this was all perfectly okay with Henri, he even laughed when I had finished because I had checked with him twice the previous day. I packed a few things in my Moncrief weekender bag, and dressed in plenty of time to be collected.



“So do I get to know who you are taking out on the yacht today then, darling?” Brett asked.



“I told you a friend,” I replied.



“Ah yes your new friend, male or female?” he continued.



“She is a very beautiful female, if you really must know.” I quipped.



“Would it be the gorgeous Monique?”



“We shall be returning at around five this afternoon, will you and Dimitri be back from the casino, or are we meeting for dinner at the Cosmo?”



“We should be back and I’ll make sure we are clothed when you return darling, have fun!” Brett said with sincerity.



Henri collected me at 09:30 prompt and we travelled to the harbour picking up Monique on the way; she looked stunning in a vibrant red fifties style halter neck dress, matching red ballet pumps, a white sunhat with designer shades and matching travel bag.



“Monique you look stunning.”



“That makes two of us; you are impeccable as always Anya.”



We kissed and embraced each other on the way to the harbour, Henri once more getting a good look and giving me a cheeky wink in his driver’s mirror; I told her that I was so looking forward to today, the weather was superb sunny and the temperature would be at least twenty four degrees, with the sea temperature around the same…



“Welcome Mrs Steyn, Miss Beaumont, we are pleased you arrived safely,” Come aboard,” the captain smiled.



“Thank you Captain, don’t mind if I do,” I laughed with a smile.



Monique and I settled into our cabin; I lay on the bed watching Monique undress, she slowly removed her dress revealing her bare tits; she came over and lay on the bed next to me, we started to kiss passionately, her gentle moans getting louder as I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth, I tenderly embraced her soft tits, her nipples erect and were begging to be licked; Monique’s groans were more wanton, I slowly kissed my way down her immaculate body reaching her waxed pussy, still covered with her cream silk panties I gently pulled them down her silky smooth legs; tenderly pushing her legs apart I kissed my way back to her exposed waxed twat, spreading her lips with my fingers I started to lick and chew her hardened love button pushing my lover closer to an earth shattering orgasm, pushing two fingers into her soaking wet cunt her sweet tasting juice dripping down onto my wrist…



“How does that feel my sweetheart?”



“Bloody fantastic, please don’t stop,” she groaned.



“I have a little surprise for you,” I told her.



I walked over to where I had left my bag and opened it with urgency, reaching inside I pulled out the gift I had for Monique.



“Thought you might like this; my darling.” I said handing her the wrapped present.



“Oh Anya, you don’t have to buy me gifts,” she said, getting up from the bed…



By the look on her face when she opened it I knew I had made the right choice.



“It’s gorgeous and it feels divine to touch and the colours look beautiful inside the glass, a true work of art, thank you,” she said leaning over and kissing me.



Lying her back down on the bed I couldn’t wait to use it on her; to my surprise she climbed on top of me and began to kiss me with wanton desire, all the way down my body softly sucking my hard nips, eventually reaching my waxed twat licking my rock hard jewel, making me groan lustfully she flicked it to the edge of an explosive orgasm and stopped. Taking her present she started to thrust it into my sopping wet cunt; working it in and out whilst rubbing my jewel with her thumb, it felt so heavenly…



“Fuck, fuck please don’t stop, that feels so good,” I groaned.



Thrusting even harder she certainly knew what she was doing, kissing and sucking on my large fleshy tits,



“Aaaahhhhh, ffffuuucckk, I’m coming, don’t stop faster faster,” I screamed in ecstasy.



Wave after wave of elation passing through me, my body now tingling with euphoric delight and my entire being now drained of almost all energy. Kissing me passionately Monique withdrew her new glass toy, licking off all of my cum with frenzied enthusiasm.



“Oh Monique that was absolutely amazing,” I told her with a horny smile.



“Glad you enjoyed it Anya, you have an incredible body, so curvaceous and sensual.”



We both had a quick shower and went up onto the deck wrapped in the skimpiest of robes, the sun was beating down and the sea was quite calm. Before we disrobed I got Pierre the waiter to bring us a bottle of Bollinger Rose…



“Here is your champagne ma’am, will there be anything else,” Pierre said politely.



“Thank you Pierre, we don’t require anything else at the moment,” I replied with a smile.



The moment Pierre had left the deck, Monique disrobed, her body even more stunning in natural light, the sun reflecting on her body beautifully. She lay down on the awaiting sun lounger and gestured for me to oil her body; I disrobed and walked over to her, kissed her fabulous tits and began rubbing the oil sensually into her amazing body, making sure I rubbed plenty on her waxed twat; all the time she mewed wantonly, I reached her tits and her breathing became heavier, little gasps and the groans were heavenly to hear, I now retrieved the glass dildo that I had given to Monique as a gift; it was about seven inches long and three inches in girth, made of clear glass with a blue motif going through the middle that caught the sunlight brilliantly and it was ribbed in shape for more pleasure. I’d had it chilling in the ice bucket with the champers without her knowledge; I eased her legs open her and rubbed my fingers along her sun soaked twat, opening her lips I slipped two fingers in her wet cunt her groans were elating to my ears; I gently pushed the toy up her cunt Monique’s screams of joy overwhelming my senses…



“OH MY GOD THAT FEELS SO ABSOLUTELY BREATHTAKING, please don’t stop, my lover,”



I pushed the toy deeper inside her soaking wet cunt, thrusting it faster and faster Monique’s elated shrieks becoming louder and louder. Her body went tense and I could tell that she was on the edge of a frenzied orgasm, her breathing was deeper, heavier once more and her groans were longer…



“Noo, no, don’t stop, faster faster, aaahh aaahh, yeesss yeesss, jeeeezz, yes yes,” Monique screamed with ecstasy.



Her body went limp, totally spent from her earth shattering climax; she thanked me for her amazing gift and such a mind-blowing time. I poured the champagne and we took in the astonishing views of the Mediterranean, whilst topping up our tans and having a girlie chat.



A couple of hours had passed and my cell phone rang…



“Mrs. Steyn would you and Miss Beaumont like me to bring a light snack of Smoked salmon blini canapés served with a green salad?” Pierre asked.



After consulting with Monique I answered, “Yes please Pierre that would be lovely and compliment the champagne wonderfully, also can we have another bottle of Bollinger please.”



“Yes certainly Mrs. Steyn, I will be with you in fifteen minutes.” Pierre replied.



We spent the time drinking the rest of the champers that was left in the bottle; Pierre came up on deck either Monique or I bothered to put on our robes, we just lay there uninhibited by any clothes…



“Your snacks Mrs. Steyn,” Pierre announced, smiling from ear to ear.



“Oh thank you Pierre,”



“Will that be all ma’am,” he said; almost ogling our bodies.



“Yes for now, I may need you later.” I told him giving him a wink.



The salmon canapés were gorgeous, washed down nicely with the champers; I stood up from the sun lounger and retrieved my camera; taking photos of each other was great fun, but we wanted some shots of us together so I called Pierre and asked him to come on deck in ten minutes, as I have a job for him.



“Monique I will be back in a minute, I need to go to the cabin. I’ve had a fabulous idea for a photograph,” I said with urgency.



I put on my robe and went back to the cabin, I knew I had left it here from the time that Lisa and I stayed in the apartment; I searched all the drawers in the dresser, but it wasn’t there, I had one more to search in the wardrobe and that’s where I found it hidden underneath some of Brett’s clothes; I just had to convince Monique to have her photo taken with it. Rushing back up on deck before Pierre got there; I was quite breathless when I arrived…



“Monique I have something to ask you? Can we use this in one of the photographs?”



“Oh my goodness. What a wonderful idea. Do you think he will do some action shots for us as well?” She said laughing.



“Oh I think so!” I replied smiling devilishly, adding, “Here he is now.”



“Hi Mrs. Steyn, what can I do for you?” Pierre said.



“We would like you to take some photographs please Pierre, the upmost discretion will be called for.”



“Okay Mrs. Steyn that’s not a problem.” Pierre replied.



“Give us a minute to get ready please Pierre, you may take a seat over at the table.”



Pierre went and sat at the table, he looked quite nervous really I suppose. When we were ready for him, I called him over and instructed him where to point his camera lens. We had some pictures taken mainly of us on our own, then some of us together kissing passionately, sucking each other’s tits even one of Monique licking my cunt; it definitely turned Pierre on as he got the biggest bulge in his white trousers that any man would be proud of; just needing to get him out of the way while we positioned ourselves for the final photos…

“Pierre would you be a sweetie and get us another bottle of Bollinger please,” I asked.



Looking embarrassed at having to return below deck with a stonking hard cock…



“Come over here Pierre and I’ll get rid of that for you?” Monique told him with a big smile.



Walking over to where she had sat, she unzipped his trousers and took his rampant cock in her mouth; this I got lots of still photos and switched to movie camera for the money shot; deep throating his cock and squeezing his balls gently she was somewhat of an expert, he groaned ecstatically, his breath shallow, small lustful gasps and groans; until…



“I’m going to cum,” Pierre said lustfully.



His back arched, his buttocks tensed and he shot his seed all over Monique’s sun drenched tits, trickling down like melted ice.



“That was fantastic! Pierre gasped wantonly.



“Anytime Pierre, anytime.” Monique teased.



He put his cock away and pulled up his zip and duly went below deck and fetched us a bottle of champers; Monique and I positioned ourselves for the final photographs, upon his return Pierre looked in awe as we both rode on my double ended dildo, rolling around the deck play fighting, our cunts getting wetter, the kissing more frenzied; Pierre was shooting away with the camera, the lens going at high speed; it didn’t take long for his bulge to come back, but he would have to wait; Monique was close to another orgasm her short gasps of breath, her little groans these were the tell tale signs of an imminent body shattering orgasm, I thrust down harder with my cunt and gently squeezed her nipples, her groans were exquisite, our juices were mixing and running down our thighs the sun dancing on them like a ballerina; her love jewel so hard I flicked and rubbed it with my thumb and with the other hand I held her leg open, her cunt wetting, her groans becoming louder and more frenzied…



“Fuck me hard, fuck me now Anya,” Monique screamed.



I pushed down deeper, thrusting harder and harder, making her groans louder.



“Aaahh fuck, yess, yess, please, please, yessss, yessss,” she squealed with joyous delirium.



Her body was almost spent, exhausted from our play fights, explosive orgasms and the heat from the sun. She lay on the deck and we kissed with passion.



“How was that my sweet?” I asked.



“Absolutely fucking fantastic!” Monique replied with a big smile on her face.



The afternoon sun was amazing, I asked Pierre to join us in a glass of champagne as a reward for his hard work, I also invited him to our little party we will be having before we leave. I put the camera on timer, got Pierre to sit between us to pose for a photo keepsake before he had to leave us to go below deck…



The yacht soon came into dock and the afternoon was over; but the night was just beginning, we showered and dressed and Henri was there dockside to meet us…



“Did you have a pleasant day Mrs. Steyn, Miss Beaumont?”



“Yes thank you Henri, we had a wonderful time,” I replied.



Driving back to the apartment we had to call at Monique’s flat; she had forgotten something, but wouldn’t say what it was; getting back into the car Monique had a huge smile on her face…



“Please tell me what you have in that bag?” I pleaded.



“You will find out later,” she replied with an impish look on her face.



We reached the apartment and found Brett and Dimitri chatting and having drinks by the pool; walking outside to join them I don’t think realised we were back, turning to face us…



“Hi darling, have you both had fun?” Brett asked.



“Yes we’ve had lots of fun, I might even let you see the photos,” I teased.



“Would you ladies like a drink?” Dimitri asked.



“Yes please, that would be lovely, we’ll have two glasses of Bollinger please,” I replied.



“So dare I ask what you two have been up to, whilst Monique and I were soaking up the sun?” I asked.



“We hit the Blackjack tables, I won a small amount; and then we came back and celebrated!” Brett quipped with a smile.



“You won how much exactly?” I said inquisitively.



“Not much really just €100,000; should be enough for a good night out,” Brett laughed.



“Darling that’s wonderful, you will have to take Dimitri more often,” I beamed.



Brett and I kissed lustfully; “Shall we go to the bedroom darling?” my cunt was wetting by the minute all that I wanted to do was fuck his cock.



“Good idea,” he replied; nuzzling my neck.



He squeezed at my arse cheeks all the way to the lounge; this was making my lovebox drip with juice so much it began to run down my silky smooth inner thigh, we kissed with wanton desire and the urge to fuck was to strong; Brett cleared the coffee table and lay on it, his solid cock rampant with the need to be buried deep inside my cunt; I straddled him and sat on his face making him lick my rock hard cunt button, he lovingly chewed, sucked and licked, my lustful groans becoming louder, my body rippling inside from the overwhelming desire to cum…



“Aaahh don’t stop please, ffuucckkk mmmeee, I’m coming, don’t stop, yesss yesss,” I screamed; I moved my cunt down and rode his cock as if it was a stallion, bouncing up and down; his cock buried deep inside my soaking wet lovebox, Brett started to groan his body tensing and beads of sweat running down his brow; he softly squeezed my voluptuous tits, pinching and pulling at my stiff nips…



“Fuck me harder bitch, fuck me, make me cum you slut, ffuuuccckk mmeeee,” he shrieked.



He pawed at my tits like a frenzied animal, thrusting his stiffened member deeper inside; my juices started to squirt all over his cock…



“Yesss yesss, oh my god yesss, fucckking helllll,” Brett yelled; his body now spent from his mind shattering orgasm;



My cunt still squirting as he pulled out his cock; his body still reeling, I had to reawaken him, I straddled his face once more; his mouth slightly open, I began to squirt our mixed juices down his throat making sure he swallowed most of it…



“Fucking hell Anya, that felt heavenly,” Brett groaned, licking his lips and smiling.



“Yeah it was good for me too,” I said beaming.



“We had better get back to our playmates,” he said in a soft tone.



“I’m going for a shower; can you send Monique through for me? Hands off her she’s mine until I tell you otherwise,” I told him whilst gently squeezing his balls and smiling.



I went through to the bedroom and started the shower running in the en-suite; choosing my outfit for the evening wasn’t difficult, the weather was clement and humid, I would wear my dark fuchsia long-line silk, backless dress with my strappy black sandals and matching accessories; stepping into the shower I heard the bedroom door open…



“Anya are you in the shower?” Monique said loudly.



“Yes I am, I won’t be too long; can you wait there for me please, I have something to give you?” I shouted.



“Okay then,”



My shower was so invigorating; the smell of the tepid water cascading down my body, over my fleshy tits flowing further to my waxed cunt and down to my toes, like a waterfall reaching the sea below, the lather from the soap floating down like white horses on waves. I stepped from the shower and dried myself off with the towel, walking into the bedroom; there on the bed sat Monique as beautiful as ever.



“I have a gift for you,” I told her.



“Anya, I told you earlier, you don’t have to buy me gifts,” she said sweetly.



Presenting her with a box that was beautifully gift wrapped in scarlet red tissue paper, with a white lace ribbon bow; opening the package with care she pulled out her gift…



“Oh Anya it’s exquisite, but you really didn’t have too,” she said before kissing me.



“I thought you may want to wear it tonight, I hope I bought the right size!”



“May I have a shower? Then I will see if it fits,” Monique asked.



Nodding my head she took her shower and within five minutes she had finished; opening the box once more she carefully unfolded her gift; a white flirty lace overlaid dress with silk under-dress, to accessorise I bought a matching clutch, white strappy sandals and a chain-link necklace with a faceted antique style brooch.



“Monique you look stunning, I think I chose well,” I beamed.



Smiling and gazing at herself in the full-length mirror she nodded in agreement, “Oh Anya it’s amazing, but I have a small problem.”



“What’s that sweetheart? I asked.



“I have no panties to put on,” she told me laughing.



“Oh you don’t have to worry; I will go without any as well!” I said beaming a naughty smile.



We finished dressing and made our way from the bedroom, the boys were now in the lounge; I could tell they had been fucking or sucking each other, Brett had an impish smile when he’d been up to something…



“Ladies you look magnificent, stunning, gorgeous,” he said jaw-dropped.



Dimitri just said nothing and stared in awe at the beauty before him…



“Would you ladies like a drink? Brett asked.



“We’ll have some champers please darling; what time is Henri bringing the car?”



“I asked him to bring it for about eight and told him to bring the Bentley; did I get it right Bunny?”



“Yes Tiger you got it right,” I said rolling my eyes at Monique.



“Right ladies, now you have your drinks we will go and get ourselves ready,” Brett said tipping the wink to Dimitri.



“Dimitri can stay here whilst you get ready,” I told him; Dimitri sat down again very sheepishly.



Brett disappeared into the bedroom knowing that he had been found out; sulking like a child that’s had a toy taken from them; it was the quickest I had ever known him to shower and change, but he smelt divine; he had put his favourite cologne on, the one I bought him for our anniversary; looking so sexy in his smart suit trouser with his casual shirt.



“Dimitri, I think you ought to go and change now,” I told him; his gaze still not yet away from Brett’s cock area! “Dimitri the car will be here in fifteen minutes, go and get changed! I ordered.



“The package on the bed is yours; please wear it? Brett said with a smile, his lips pursed for a kiss.



Dimitri quickly showered and dressed and came out from the bedroom he now seems to share with Brett a lot of the time; too much for my liking!



“Wow Dimitri you do scrub up well,” I teased, however he did look dapper in his top of the range brand new suit.



“Give us a twirl sweetie? Let’s see if the back is as good as the front,” Monique jested.



True to form Dimitri gave us a twirl; oh and boy the back was better than the front and he was going commando, the trousers were just tight enough to show off his cute little ass perfectly; I thought to myself Brett has chosen well…



We had a call from reception to say that Henri had arrived; we all made our way down and as usual Henri was waiting with a smile…



“Good evening ladies, gentlemen,” he said smiling.



“Good evening Henri,” we all replied together.



We made our way The Cosmopolitan had dinner and then on to The Casino Monte-Carlo; to see if we could get another win; before finishing up at the Buddha Bar, where we all had more champagne and cocktails…



“Anya darling, what are you planning for my birthday next week?” Brett asked.



“We are having a party, it’s all been organised, guests and venue; Why do you ask?”



“Oh nothing darling, I just wondered.”



Monique and Dimitri were getting a bit too friendly for my liking, his hands were wandering up her thighs and she was clearly enjoying it; but I didn’t!! I made my excuses and went to the ladies room and Monique followed closely behind…



“Anya are you okay?”



I explained to her that I didn’t like to see her flaunting herself in public, it was degrading; I made her promise that it wouldn’t happen again and that when we return to the table she will sit away from Dimitri; she agreed, apologised and gave me a lustful kiss, when the cloakroom attendant had her back turned. We returned to the table, Monique and I swapped seats; Brett didn’t mind he got to play pocket billiards with Dimitri’s balls. We had more champers and enjoyed the music from jazz musician. It was soon time to return home, I asked Monique if she would be coming home with us or if she would like to be taken back to her apartment; she looked at me with wanton eyes and asked to go home with us.



Arriving back at the apartment we chatted a little more…



“Bunny, where are our guests sleeping?” Brett asked.



“Why don’t you ask them, then we will all be happy.”



“I’m sleeping with Anya,” Monique chirped.



“I’ll sleep with anyone who’ll have me!” replied Dimitri.



“Yes we know what a little slut you are!” Monique said laughing.



I headed off to the bedroom closely followed by Monique, we kissed lustfully as we fell on the bed; I pulled at her dress to reveal her bare cunt, patting it gently and then slowly parting her lips with my fingers, I started to rub on her love jewel our kissing intensified and Monique’s juices began to flow; her groans became louder with her breathing deeper, she was soon on the edge of a frenzied orgasm; her legs flailing and her body tensing.



“That was felt fabulous,” she groaned.



We could hear Brett and Dimitri fucking or sucking each other in the guest room, it sounded very erotic; I couldn’t wait until Brett’s birthday, I had a feeling he was either going to really enjoy it or really hate it…



The next week or so went by quite quickly we certainly packed a lot into it; we went shopping, watched the Grand Prix where we all went onto the winners after party, Brett and I even went to the Prince’s Palace to view the private collection of cars; plus the suntan top-ups and the sailing on the yacht, the days were very packed and what with the casinos, the Cosmo and Buddha Bar in the evenings a very enjoyable time was had by all…



It was the day of Brett’s birthday and he was even more excitable than usual…



“Happy Birthday darling,” I greeted him in the morning with an extra special fuck.



“Thank you, Bunny,” he groaned in ecstasy.



“Looking forward to your party later, sweetheart?”



“Oh yes, I honestly can’t wait,” Brett replied with a massive grin.



I remember thinking ‘will he be smiling later’…



The guests were arriving at the venue around seven thirty, so I had to check that everything was ready; whilst Dimitri kept Brett busy Monique and I went to the venue to make sure things were just right; on the way there I asked her if she would like to come and work for me in the UK, she jumped at the chance; we reached the venue and were guided to the conference room and it was just how I’d imagined..



“Now it’s time to party, let’s hope he enjoys; now you know what you’re doing don’t you?” I quizzed Monique.



“Yes I know what I’m doing,” she said rolling her eyes…



Brett and I dressed for the party he didn’t even notice that Henri wasn’t our driver; he wasn’t drunk he was just euphoric. Reaching the venue Brett noticed that most of the guests were male; there were a few females. Monique entered the room in her new dress I had bought for her, she looked stunning; a white chiffon dress, totally see-through with no underwear, her hair was tied back into a ponytail and she carried a wrapped gift box for Brett to open…



“Thank you Monique,” Brett said, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at the sight before him.



“Oh you’re very welcome, now it’s time we did this,” straddling his lap she pulled up her dress and bounced on his massive member, making sure it was deep into her soaking wet cunt.



“Enjoying yourself darling?” I asked.



“Fucking hell yes, thank you Bunny.”



“Oh this isn’t all of your present, just part of it; now go and lay on the table and you can have the rest!” I told him, lustfully kissing him.



Brett did as I instructed him and went and lay on the table, “Darling you will have to undress,” I told him smiling; Monique once again straddled him to get him ready for his main present, his groans told me that he near to shooting his spunk; I nodded to Monique to get off his cock; she did as I asked much to Brett’s disapproval.



“Anya. What the fuck? Brett whispered to me.



“All will be revealed but first you have to wear this,” I told him holding up a blindfold.



I could tell he wasn’t sure but he complied in the end, I just had to agree to let him blow his spunk in Monique’s waxed snatch, I did agree and he wore the blindfold. The party was getting into full swing, so it was time to start Brett’s fun and games; I instructed the participants to go and ready themselves; Brett had been slowly getting pissed since before we arrived and the wearing of the blindfold hadn’t stopped him;



“Brett I need you to kneel on the table?” I told him.



“Okay my sweetheart, I’ll do anything for you,” he answered with a beaming smile.



Brett duly knelt on the table with his forearms flat down on the surface. Once in position the first participant came out, it was the gorgeous Dimitri; his cock was solid and well lubed, he climbed behind Brett and started to pound his arse hole, gentle thrusts at first, working up to a steady pace; secondly out came Henri, he lay on the table underneath Brett and slowly started to lick the birthday boys balls, then licked his way up the mammoth shaft and took Brett’s cock in his mouth and sucked; I let the guests listen to his frenzied, lustful groans…



“NO, NO, PLEASE NO, UUHHH, NOOO PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE, PLEASE NO,” he groaned.



“Oh darling, I think you protest too much,” I teased.



On came the third participant the young and beautiful Pierre, he knelt in-front of Brett and thrust his rampant cock inside Brett’s mouth, making him gag as he thrust it deep down his throat making him nearly choke; Brett’s groaning sounded heavenly and watching the boys having a three-way was such a turn on, so much so I was going to have to seek someone to fuck me and quickly!!



Over the next few minutes the room was filled with pure testosterone; the grunts and groans were so animalistic; the first too shoot his load was Pierre young and not as experienced as the other two; but he will be rewarded greatly for his participation, not that it was over just yet; the next was Dimitri, he won’t be participating in the following surprise, but he has been rewarded greatly for his participation; Brett has bought him a whole new wardrobe of designer clothes over the past four weeks and also offered him a six month contract as a travel companion all expenses paid and finally the last to come was Brett he must be getting used to all this cock!!



“How was that then darling? Did you enjoy it?” I smiled when I took the blindfold off.



“Fucking hell yes; who were they?” he smiled lustfully.



“I’ll tell you later, I promise. Would you like a drink before you’re next present? I asked; Brett was now sat on the table with his legs over the edge.



“Yes please Bunny, champers or a cocktail would be nice.”



Brett drank his cocktail and we kissed wantonly on the table; calling me over to where she stood Monique had come to tell me that the guests were ready for the next surprise…



“Darling the guests want to give you your birthday gifts and on their behalf they hope you like them!” I told him.



“Okay Bunny, I’ll just get dressed.”



“No don’t do that, they like seeing you naked,” I told giving him a cheeky wink. Just relax on the table and I’ll join you soon I promise. The headiness of the day ‘n’ night getting to him, he lay down on the table with his eyes closed; after a few minutes the guests filed in one by one to give Brett his very first birthday Bukkake party; and the women and Dimitri watched as male guest after guest shot there load, into, onto his naked body; some even gave his cock a suck; I remember thinking ‘fuck me, that’s bigger than usual; and Brett lapped up that cum, like a ravenous beast; with a frenzied desired look on his face…



“Was that good, Tiger ggrrrr?” I teased.

THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEX…IF THIS ISN’T YOUR THING, JUST MOVE ON. All comments and suggestions are excepted. This is a TRUE story, but my first time submitting. And big thanks to my editor, stormysue.











Tiff and Doug (obviously not their real names) were old friends. Tiff and I have fucked on numerous occasions over the last several years. Doug has been in the room and participated in various capacities a few times; however, his experiences with a guy were limited. Well, that was the case until last night.



Honestly, my male on male experiences weren’t much more than his…. A few hand jobs, on the receiving end of a few blow jobs, but that was the extent of it.



After our last time together, Doug confided that he would like to actually have more sexual interaction with me. This conversation continued until we would all eventually be in the same city once again. We planned an afternoon at their hotel and unanimously agreed, this encounter there would be no boundaries. That being said, anyone was free to stop the action at any point requiring no explanation.



We met up at the bar and enjoyed a few drinks. Eventually, but not too long later, we made our way to their room.



Like I said, Tiff and I have had numerous sexual encounters, so she and I didn’t waste any time getting started. Doug prefers to be in charge in the bedroom, which Tiff loves and I’m not at all averse to.



Doug instructs Tiff and I to get naked and for her to lay down. Doug and I kneel on either side of Tiff’s head. Tiff holds my cock in her hand and begins to stroke me, while putting Dougs cock in her mouth and begins to suck. Tiff takes turns between sucking me and stroking Doug. If you’ve never shared a mouth with another cock….I highly suggest it. Amazing.



Not long into our threesome foreplay, Doug announced he needed to suck my cock. He laid across her belly and grabbed hold putting my hard cock in his mouth. Within about 15 seconds of his first taste of cock….he was deep-throating my, large end of average, cock.



Little side-note….Tiff and Doug love to talk during sex. As Doug was sucking my cock, Tiff was talking the whole time about him being a dirty cocksucker and so on.



As I realize I’m gonna need a break SOON, I stand him up on his knees and take his spot over her belly. My first blow job commences.



Doug’s cock is smaller than mine, about an inch shorter, and smaller around; however, a very large, well defined head. If the head was smaller, I’m pretty sure I could have taken it all. Just couldn’t get it down my throat.



Fairly quickly he is writhing and bucking his hips against me, and she is guiding my head onto him. In essence, helping him face fuck me.



We rearranged, with Tiff sucking me and Doug eating her pussy and sticking 3 fingers inside her pussy….finger fucking her hard. No sooner had she cum, Doug began sucking my cock again.



Between watching Tiff lick her own cum off her fingers, and Doug deep-throating my engorged cock….I knew I couldn’t hold back for long. The 1st rope when straight down his throat, the 2nd filled his mouth, and all the rest went over Tiff’s big beautiful tits. He sat up, cum dripping off his chin, and told me to clean up my mess. Which i GLADLY did.



She climbed on top of him in a reverse cowgirl, while I laid back to watch. I moved around to watch the penetration, and sat stroking myself for her to see.



It wasn’t long before I was hard again and Doug said, “someone needs to get the lube and fuck me, I don’t care who”. The guy who JUST sucked his first cock decides it’s time to lose his ass cherry!



You can see the eroticism rush all over Tiff’s face, and she says, “I get to fuck him whenever I want.”….suggesting that I should do it. Before I could even process what just took place….he is on all fours and lubing his ass for my cock. The whole time she is talking “I can’t wait to see him get fucked. His ass can take it….”.



Thankfully for us both, her strap on is fairly close in size to my dick. So he didn’t have to struggle much for his ass to open up for me. Within just a few seconds I was all the way in and he was pushing and grinding back into me. Leaning into his ear, Tiff whispered all kinds of dirty things about getting his ass pussy fucked. And now I had fucked both their asses.



I was taking pretty short strokes, but all the way in. After only a minute or so I could feel Doug begin to tense up. Tiff noticed too, and reached under to stroke him and catch his huge load.



I can’t believe I’m actually feeling him cum from the inside. I thought he would squeeze my dick clean off. While I’m still slowly pumping with an inch or so in and out, Tiff’s rubbing his cum all over her pussy for him to lick off.



I ease my cock out of his ass, and lay next to her while he finishes cleaning her up. By then….he’s ready to go again. Tiff tells us, “it’s my turn.” She wants both cocks inside her pussy again, like we did last time. No argument out of me!



I roll to my back, and she climbs on and slides me all the way inside her VERY wet and sloppy pussy. Then leans over to open for him. As he works his cock inside, her pussy gets so tight, but she just keeps getting more and more wet.



Without much work we get into a good rhythm which is just making her pussy juices flow and run down my cock and onto my balls…..and the sounds are amazing. You can actually hear our movements in and out of Tiff’s pussy. We kept at it for several minutes. Them talking quite a bit.



Him talking about what a slut she was for taking in two cocks . Tiff talking about how she loved having two cocks at her disposal.



She came first…hard. Which set me off. Doug eased out of her pussy and slid effortlessly into her ass. With my still somewhat hard cock in her pussy he began to mercilessly fuck her ass. Within just a few seconds Doug was exploding again and filling her ass with his cum.



When everyone had relaxed some….Tiff slid up my chest and told me to clean her up good. She squatted over my face so I could see her well fucked pussy and ass. Both of which were full of cum. One of her favorite things is face sitting/smothering…so I knew what was coming.



I took a deep breath, knowing I wouldn’t get another breath until she was clean. And I was right. My tongue worked furiously to get all that I could out until she raised off my mouth. As she did….I looked down as Doug began to clean off my cock.



As I drift into that “after great sex” euphoria, I feel my feet and knees lifted, and something cold and slick on my ass. When I look down I see Doug, cock in hand, and Tiff holding my knees up. What comes next……is for another story on another day. Hope you enjoyed it. I sure as hell did!

Tuesday at 1 PM was when everyone arrived at the girls’ high school for their graduation; before the actual ceremony began, the all-female performance of Hamlet was seen, and Camilla, in her scene as Ophelia, predictably wore no panties under her knee-length dress. Being more used to Camilla’s outrageousness by now, Akemi–in their scene as Hamlet–only blushed this time when she opened Camilla’s legs, after she said ‘No-thing!’ The shy Japanese-Canadian was no longer scandalized by Camilla’s excesses–she was too much in love with her acting partner.



After the performance, there were some speeches. Mr. Langella was one of the teachers who talked.



“I would like to start by congratulating all our girls not only for their wonderful performances, but also for their success at our school,” he said. “We will certainly miss them, as we will miss some of our teachers. Mr. Pierce, one of our gym teachers, will be leaving us to teach at St. Mark’s Catholic High School in Victoria starting in the fall. We wish him the best of luck in his future.” Everyone clapped as Pierce stood up. Then Langella continued with a frown: “This missing of teachers brings me to my next point…which I regret having to announce. One of our French teachers, Mr. Leroy, passed away this past weekend.” Everybody froze at this news, particularly Camilla, who shook with agitation to hear that yet another of her lovers had died. “He was a well-loved teacher here at our school,” Langella continued, “and we will never forget him.”



This sad news cast a pall over the proceedings of the graduation ceremony, though everyone tried to be in as high spirits as possible. After the ceremony, Camilla searched around for Langella at the reception. When she saw him, she cut through the crowds of people as quickly as she could to get to him; when she got near him, she tapped him on the shoulder.



“Yes?” he said as he turned around. “Oh, hi Camilla.” Then he began to whisper, “Do you want to…?”



“How did Mr. Leroy die, sir?” she asked Langella urgently.



With a sigh, he said, “Food poisoning. I know, it’s shocking.”



“Sir,” she whispered, “I made love with him.” She fought back her sobs as she continued whispering. “A lot of my lovers have been dying on me. I don’t understand what’s going on.”



“What?” he said with a sneer of skepticism. “You think you’re causing it? Not likely, sweetie. He died of food poisoning. What could you have done?” Then he whispered, “Lactate poisoned milk as he sucked your tits? Look: why don’t we talk about this over dinner tonight at my place?” He, careful not to be seen by anyone else, stroked her arm.



“I-I’d love to, sir,” she said in sobs. “But…I have this weird feeling you’ll die, too.”



“Honey,” he whispered, “if you’re lovemaking is lethal, my fate is already sealed. Remember last Friday night? And the Friday night before that? I’m prepared to live dangerously.” He ogled her with these last words.



“Well, OK,” she said, starting to cheer up a bit. Then in his ear she softly purred, “My pussy smiles when your cock is inside her.”



“That’s the spirit,” he whispered. “It’s settled, then. My place tonight, at 8 PM?”



“OK,” she said with a lewd smile.



“I’ll cook a nice gourmet dinner for two; you’ll see that I’m not only an artist at the easel, but also in the kitchen. See you tonight.”



“I already can’t wait,” she said as he walked away. Then Candice and Mr. Pierce came up to her.



“Hi Camil,” Candice said. “Mr. Pierce is moving to Victoria tomorrow, so today’s his last day here. That means this is his last chance for sexual penance. We should make it special this time.”



“Right,” Camilla said. “Any ideas?”



“How about we get him naked and tied up on those pillars by the kitchen again? Only this time, we can invite all the graduating girls to our home to see him. I’m sure most, if not all, of them think he’s really hot (which he is), and would love to see him naked.”



Pierce, always the sexual masochist, eagerly awaited his imminent humiliation. He looked impatiently in Camilla’s eyes, waiting for her to agree with this idea.



“Well, he saw us all naked in the shower during gym class,” Camilla said as she got out her cell-phone. “We all should see him. It’s only fair. Tit for tat: pardon the pun.” She started texting her classmates. “We’ll make it a party; I’ll invite Michael, too. I’m sure lots of the girls here will rush to our home to check Pierce’s cock out.”



“Definitely,” Candice said. “I’ll drive him to the apartment. See you in an hour or so?”



“Sounds good,” Camilla said, and continued texting. This was the message she would send to several of her classmates: ‘Come to Camilla’s and Candice’s apartment for an after-graduation party. Pass it on to the other girls. No teachers, though. Here’s why: YOU’RE GONNA SEE MR. PIERCE NAKED. NO LIE!’ She included the address, and sent the message to Tina (who saw her on the toilet at NRG two Fridays ago), Akemi (who wasn’t interested), Calina, a first-generation Russian-Canadian, and a few other girls. Tina, Calina, and two of the otter girls forwarded the message, and a dozen grade twelve girls, excluding Camilla and Candice, would go to the apartment.



Bisexual Calina was especially excited about being there, and for two reasons: Camilla and Pierce. Calina was the other girl who, along with Akemi, Tina, and Candice, enjoyed watching Camilla get naked in the change room during gym class. The 18-year-old Russian, a curvaceous, buxom, and pretty brunette, went up to Camilla to ask her about the party.



“Mr. Pierce is naked in your home?” Calina whispered in her lilting Slavic accent. “Or is it pictures?”



Him, the real him,” Camilla said with a lascivious growl. “In the uncovered flesh.”



“How exciting,” Calina sighed. “Drive me crazy. I go there now, OK?”



“OK,” Camilla said. “I’ll drive you there. Let’s go.” The girls left.



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It was about 4:30 PM when all the girls had arrived in Camilla’s and Candice’s apartment. Three of the girls, expecting only to see photos of Pierce naked, ran out of the apartment in tears. The shock of seeing their gym teacher actually there, frontally nude and tied to those pillars at the wrists and ankles, was too much for them, especially since his penis was partially erect from the excitement of being erotically humiliated. Michael, Camilla’s gay friend, arrived soon after: he and Pierce had been having a clandestine relationship since the week before, when Michael had demonstrated his so impressive sucking skills on Pierce.



The remaining girls stared in awe at the beauty of their teacher’s muscular nude body. He was even better looking nude than any of them had imagined! Calina was practically drooling at the sight of his large cock, which she was impatient to get a chance to suck like a lollipop. Candice was behind him, spanking his ass hard. His buttocks looked like two tomatoes side by side.



“Mr. Pierce is a naughty boy!” she shouted in a maternal voice as her hand swatted his buns. “Camilla and I feel you girls ought to know this, before he leaves our school. Mr. Pierce used a hidden camera to watch us in the shower room!”



“You saw us all naked, sir?” one chubby girl asked in horror. After he nodded shamefacedly, she shrieked, “Oh my God!” She was shaking with embarrassment.



“Really, sir?” another girl asked. After another blushing nod, she said, “You’re a creep! You should be in jail!” The two scandalized girls started marching toward the front door to leave.



“Wait a minute, girls,” Camilla said. “As you can see, he’s sincerely sorry. He’s being punished, and he’ll never do it again. Justice is done. Let’s show a little Christian charity and forgive him, OK?”



“Whatever,” the fat girl said, and she and the other angry girl left.



“Does my body please you, sir?” Calina asked, delighted at the thought of him lusting after her nakedness. “You don’t think I too hairy between legs? Some men don’t like that.” She couldn’t take her eyes off his erection.



“How could he not like a beautiful girl like you, Calina?” Camilla asked, knowing the large-breasted Russian had the hots for her, too.



“You really think so, Camilla?” Calina asked, breathing heavily at the thought that Camilla might be equally interested in her.



“Oh, yeah,” Camilla purred as she looked lewdly in Calina’s hypnotic brown eyes. They approached each other for a kiss. They pecked each other on the lips.



“OK, this is getting weird,” a girl said, and left.



“Who wants to feel Mr. Pierce’s ass?” Candice asked after giving him his last spank.



“I do,” said Calina. She went into the kitchen from the other entrance to get behind him. She gently stroked his red behind from bottom to top along his anal cleft. Feeling his buttock hairs softly brush against her hand, she squealed, “Ooh!” as she jerked her hand away. “So hot!” Her pussy was soaking in her panties.



“Let’s untie him,” Camilla said.



“Good idea,” Candice said, and she, Camilla, Calina, and Michael each freed one of Pierce’s limbs from its bond. He fell forward onto the floor, and crawled on all fours toward the living room, where there was much more floor space for lovers to gather together for group sex. Michael got some of Camilla’s anal lube and lubed Pierce’s rectum, freshly cleaned with every inch of the rest of his body when Candice bathed him before tying him up. Then Michael unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.



“OK, I’m outta here,” sand another scandalized girl.



“Me, too,” said another.



“Me, three,” said a third. “You people are gross!” The three girls left the apartment in disgust.



The remaining people didn’t mind the shrinking number of guests: now they could all enjoy a little orgy together. The other girls began to strip as Michael, now completely naked, pushed his lubed cock inside Pierce’s asshole. Though only Camilla was interested in watching the gay sex, the other girls admired Michael’s muscular nude body as much as they did Pierce’s. When the other girls were stripped down to their underwear–Candice’s, black; Calina’s, red; and Tina’s, pink–Camilla was still just unzipping her dress, for she was too distracted with the enjoyment of watching Michael slide his cock in and out of Pierce’s ass to strip any faster. Normally, Camilla–a fan of gay porn–had to watch DVDs of gay sex: now, she had it right in front of her eyes, and she wanted to savour every second of it.



As Calina had been removing her white blouse and black skirt, she was moaning to herself, “Oh, Mr. Pierce, you make me crazy. That hot body, that big dick, those muscles, that beautiful ass!” Now that she was removing her red bra and lace panties, her eyes were aiming straight for his cock. As much as she wanted Camilla, she’d already seen that sultry blonde in the nude many times: now she was focused on Pierce; she would enjoy Camilla soon enough. When she was naked, she got down on all fours to the right of Pierce and Michael, and she put her head under Pierce so she could put his hard cock in her mouth.



As Tina took off her pink bra and panties, she stared at Camilla, impatient to see her get fully nude. She wasn’t interested in Pierce so much: she just wanted to lick Camilla’s pussy. Camilla dropped her dress to the ground to reveal her white lace bra and panties. Naked Tina went up to Camilla and pulled her panties down as Camilla unhooked her bra. When Camilla’s bra fell to the ground, both girls got on the floor in a 69 position: Tina was on the bottom, with Camilla’s ass in her face.



Naked Candice, on all fours, put her ass in Pierce’s face so he could eat her purple pussy and pink asshole out. She curved her torso to the right so she could gain access to the hairy pussy and asshole of cocksucking Calina. Gluttonously licking Calina’s vulva and anus, Candice was impressed with how perfectly clean the two holes were: no faecal or urinary odour at all. Though Calina was hairy all around the periphery of her pussy and asshole, she wasn’t too hairy. The hairs were soft, scanted wisps that tickled Candice’s face as she licked, sucked, and kissed. Calina’s labia had a pinkish-purple colour–Candice sucked on them like liquorice; outside the wrinkled, hairy periphery of Calina’s pretty anus, there were three little moles–beauty marks in the true sense of the term–that gave her asshole a distinctive charm–one at nine o’clock from the hole, one at ten o’clock, and one at about two o’clock. Candice was kissing and licking the whole area with glee, even sometimes tightly clasping those little wisps of hair in her lips and gently pulling on them.



Meanwhile, Calina was enjoying a delicacy of her own: Pierce’s long, hard cock. She deep-throated it, licked and kissed the knob, and tickled his corpus spongiosum with her tongue. She gently shook his balls with her hand as she sucked. She moaned with pleasure not only from the enjoyment of that rock candy, but also from the stimulations she was getting from Candice’s lips and tongue. Her clitoris was as hard as it had ever been, thanks to Candice’s lips wrapping themselves tightly around it. Though men had matched Candice’s enthusiasm in giving Calina anilingus, no man had ever stimulated Calina’s asshole as well as Candice was! Candice’s tongue bore its way inside the orifice, trying to get as deep inside that pretty depression as it could. Calina appreciated how Candice fully accepted the hairiness in front of her face. Candice’s fingers flickered their way inside Calina’s vagina, tickling her G-spot.



Though Tina was ravenously licking Camilla’s pussy, tickling her hard clitoris with her tongue and sucking on her labia, Camilla was stimulating Tina’s vagina with only her hands; for Camilla didn’t want to take her eyes off Michael’s sodomizing of Pierce. Camilla would often put her hand on Pierce’s left buttock, opening it so she could see Michael’s penetration of her teacher’s asshole better. Being up so close was thrilling for her: she licked her lips as she watched Michael pushing his large cock deep inside and pulling it out of Pierce’s welcoming rectum. She felt that, somehow, there was something salaciously delightful about watching a man on the receiving end of sex, being penetrated like a woman. Pierre moaned at the stimulating of his anal walls, which in turn indirectly stimulated his prostate, and Michael loved the tightness of Pierce’s ass.



Their grunts, moans, sighs, and squeals were like the six-part harmony of a carnal chorus of libertine singers. Pierce grunted in the bass, while Michael groaned in baritone. Candice was a contralto moaner, Calina sighed in alto, Tina squealed in mezzo-soprano, and Camilla screamed in soprano. That soprano would rise up to sopranino when she was to scream in whistle register during her imminent orgasm.



Indeed, everyone’s cries of ecstasy were rising in pitch, and a shower of come was almost there. First, Camilla orgasmed, spraying Tina’s whole face. Spitting some of the cooze out, Tina was totally taken off guard. Calina, also a gusher, spewed on Candice’s face. Unlike Tina, though, Candice was used to being rained on, and she gleefully licked the come off her face. When Candice came, her drops of come were greedily licked off her pussy by Pierce. When Pierce ejaculated in Calina’s mouth, she swallowed almost every drop, though some dripped off her lips. Camilla’s fingers, dipping in Tina’s come, became sweet candy for her to suck on. Finally, it was Michael’s turn to come, and he pulled his cock out of Pierce’s ass and brought it to the man’s face. He briefly jerked himself off, and jizzed on Pierce’s nose and cheeks.



“Mr. Pierce gets another baptism of come,” Candice said, laughing.



“His sins are forgiven,” Camilla said. “His penance is over. Sir, go in peace.”



Though the men were done, the girls weren’t finished yet. Calina still wanted to enjoy Camilla. The girls got in a sixty-nine position, with Calina on the bottom and Camilla’s ass in her face. As Camilla was licking and fingering Calina’s pussy, neither Tina nor Candice wanted to be left out. Tina hadn’t yet enjoyed Camilla’s delicious breasts yet, and Candice wanted to mitigate her jealousy of Camilla by enjoying her blonde roommate also. Therefore, Tina got her hands on Camilla’s left breast and began sucking it, while Candice had the right one. Calina sucked on Camilla’s clitoris, already hard again after so short a break, and her fingers explored the inside of Camilla’s cunt. Soon Calina moved her head up and started licking Camilla’s asshole, as immaculate as Calina’s was, though virtually hairless.



Candice got bored with Camilla’s breast, having sucked it so many times before; she was also getting tired of trying to compete for Camilla’s affections. She became curious about Tina’s pretty little pussy, which was jealous of all the other genitals in the room for enjoying a so much more thorough stimulation. Candice crawled over behind Tina and started licking. Now Tina, squealing with pleasure from Candice’s wicked tongue, could get her hands on both of Camilla’s breasts. Candice fingered herself as she licked Tina’s cunt and asshole. Tina continued sucking on Camilla’s left breast and fondling the right one.



Camilla and Calina continued sucking, licking and kissing each other’s holes. Camilla wrapped her lips around Calina’s rock-hard clit while sliding her fingers in and out of the girl’s hairy cunt. Like with Candice, Calina’s genital hair tickled Camilla’s face. Camilla’s index finger rubbed against Calina’s G-spot, while her long finger reached Calina’s A-spot. Calina, a mirror image of Camilla, fingered Camilla’s pussy in exactly the same way, while licking and kissing Camilla’s pretty bronze anus.



Tina loved the soft, rubbery texture of Camilla’s nipple and areola. Candice’s expert licking brought Tina to orgasm, and Candice hungrily licked away the vaginal secretion. Candice’s fingering brought her to orgasm soon after, and both she and Tina rested while Camilla and Calina kept going. Candice licked her own come off her fingers as she rested. Now, all eyes were on Camilla and Calina.



Both the busty blonde and brunette were screaming higher and higher, and were licking and fingering faster and faster. Finally, to the delight and awe of their four spectators, they came simultaneously all over each other’s faces. Camilla’s ejaculation was like a waterfall from above, while Calina’s was like a water sprinkler from below. Come dripping from their noses and chins, the two girls just lay there, slowly catching their breath.



“So hot,” Calina sighed. “Drive me crazy.”

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