Free Sex Story

Science-Fiction

Becky’s incarceration

They year is 2052 and an oppresive regim has established itself in the country and and has caused overcrowding in all of the prisons. Becky has been sentenced and this story followers her processing and incarceration. This is my first story which I wrote in one night I have a im sorry about the grammar and spelling I am slightly dyslexic. Please comment, Id love to hear if you enjoyed it, and would love any constructive critiscism. Becky, age 13, slim, shoulder length gingerblonde hair

Science-Fiction

Mind Fuck – Chapter 1a (Unfortunate Day)

Warning: This tale contains the following elements which may cause an adverse reaction in the overly straight-laced: male on male sexual relations, male/female copulation before marriage/with no intent of marriage, anal sex, multiple sexual partners, masturbation, and humor. Reading this story may cause the following symptoms: hardened nipples, dampened panties, erected penises, male and female ejaculation accompanied by screaming and/or multiple orgasms, and an extreme urge to fornicate. This story is recommended for adults over the age of majority in your jurisdiction (18 for most). Use of this product by persons under the recommended age may result in the following negative side effects: grounding, supervised computer time, complete loss of computer priveliges, embarrassing ejection from public places, uncomfortable discussions with parental figures about sexual habits, and in extreme cases, complete loss of privacy and beating. Use only as directed. Please consult birth certificate and genitalia before using.
Alex groaned in satisfaction when he felt the blunt tip of Brandon’s ebony cock breach his anal ring. The hot greased rod steadily disappeared until the root of Brandon’s meat had been swallowed up by Alex’s pink pucker.
“Shit Brandon. I keep forgetting just how damn big you are.” He pushed his shaggy black hair back from his face.
“I keep forgetting how tight your ass is.”
“As much as you fuck me, it should be a black hole by now.”
“And yet, you still drop your pants for me.” A pleasure filled moan escaped the duo as the Asian squeezed the dick in his ass.
“I’m not at fault. You’ve got an advantage over everyone.”
“Right now, I think you’ve got the advantage,” the college sophomore grunted through clenched teeth.
“Really?” Alex started grinding his bubble butt in circles. “From here, it feels like your dick is in my ass, fucking me.”
“Or, you’re fucking my dick with your ass.”
“Bullshit -”
“Shut up and fuck.”
The Asian bottom raised himself to the tip and dropped, burying Brandon’s eight-inch root in his hot tunnel. He did it again. And again. Soon the dorm was filled with the echo of flesh slapping flesh. Alex added his own pig-like squealing to the cacophony when his roommate grasped his slim hips and started fucking upward into his willing ass. When he could get a thought going, Alex thanked whatever deity there was that it was early in the morning and their neighbors on both sides were heavy sleepers; if either one hadn’t been true, then the entire floor would have been privy to just what was happening in room 305.
This was their daily routine, and had been ever since the two had met over a year ago on move in day. Their alarm would sound at six thirty, and they would dash across the hall – Brandon often nude from the waist down – to relieve the pressure of their bladders. Then, the minute their door closed, the two males would climb into the same bed, and one or the other would sink his turgid erection into the others willing anus, not stopping until their morning wood had been sated. At seven, they would hit the gym together and separate at eight for classes. Between school, work, activities, and their respective social lives, they often wouldn’t meet again until nine or ten at night. Two hours of studying later, they would turn the lights off and Brandon would penetrate his friend one more time, falling asleep only after painting Alex’s rectum with an abundant amount of sperm.
Alex was in his own world with his sphincter stretched and his thin seven inch dick keeping a steady drumbeat on Brandon’s abs. His prostate was consistently being pummeled by the black boy’s knob. Right now, Alex wasn’t having any trouble understanding how so many people got addicted to Brandon and his skills between the sheets. He might have that hypnotic stare, but it was easy to tell that he didn’t rely on it completely. The man truly knew how to fuck. Be it topping or bottoming, man or woman, young or old, he could sense his partner’s hotspots easily, and he knew when and how to target them. He knew when to be easy, and he knew when to fuck someone into the floor. His confident and even dominant nature carried over to his life, and that aura alone was enough to attract nearly anyone he desired. The way he was instinctively in tune with his partner’s sexual needs was so precise that the only way Alex could describe Brandon was as a living sex god.
Before Alex even needed to ask, Brandon had flipped them over without pulling out and really started to pound his bare cock into the the willing ass below him, hooking Alex’s feet over his broad shoulders. The California surfer boy was moaning like mad with his sphincter stretched almost painfully wide.
“What do you think Mel would think?” Brandon growled as he curled his fingers around Alex’s drooling prick. “You on your back, legs in the air, taking as dick the same way you like to give it to her? Moaning the way she’d moan when she’s about to cum?”
“Oh god…” Alex answered.
“How’s it feel with my dick fucking your ass?”
“It feels so good…” Brandon sped up his stroked on Alex’s cock.
“How’s it feel know that any minute now, I’m gonna fill that ass with so much jizz, it’s gonna be running out all day long?”
“Fuck…”
“That’s right. You know I’m not wearing a condom. You know I like to mark my territory. I like to feel my dick soaking in my jizz while its in your ass. Whose ass is this?”
“Your ass.”
“Who gets to fuck this ass?”
“You do.”
“Anybody else gonna fuck this ass?”
“Never.”
“Anybody else gonna spray in this ass?”
“No!”
“Who’s gonna cum in this ass?”
“You are!”
“You want my cum in your ass?”
“Yeah!”
“Tell me! Tell me to fucking cum in your ass!”
“Cum in my ass, shoot your fucking load deep in my asshole…” Alex was unraveling fast, and Brandon was not far behind.
“I’m gonna cum in your ass, empty my balls in your ass, blow my seed in your ass, in my fucking sperm hole, you filthy cum dump!”
It was too much. Alex’s shaved boner shuddered hard in Brandon’s fist and started spraying his thin ejaculate everywhere. The contractions of Alex’s rectum was enough to jump start Brandon’s own orgasm. True to his word, Brandon pushed himself balls deep and let loose his large thick load into his roommate’s bowels with a deep groan. The rippling of Alex’s rectum acted like a vacuum, sucking Brandon’s spunk out of his fat tube and deep into his intestines until nothing else would flow.
Brandon let his cock soak in its warm syrupy bath. They were panting from their exertions, and both could hear and feel Alex’s guts churning as Brandon’s sperm flowed deeper into Alex. Brandon finally pulled out when his meat began to soften, allowing Alex to drop his legs and hide his battered asshole from view.
“C’mon dude,” Brandon said cheerfully. “Time to move.”
“Sorry, but I just got the shit fucked out of me, so forgive me while I take a minute and catch my breath.”
“Seriously? You’ve had your eight hours. Get up.” Brandon pulled on a pair of boxers.
“Brandon, not everyone uses sex as their coffee. Some people use actual coffee to wake up.”
“You’re joking, right? Sex gets the blood pumping. Coffee just stunts your growth. Fucking is a workout that you can’t possibly dread!”
“I don’t dread the sex,” Alex drawled, “I just dread you after the sex.”
“Fine.” Brandon flipped the switch on the coffeemaker. “If you’re not up by the time I get out of the shower, I’m gonna fuck you again.”
Alex moaned in defeat as his roommate left. The man was a taskmaster and had a hard on for time. Alex’s mind flashed back to the first – and last – time he hadn’t believed Brandon’s threat. That had been one exhausting and exhilarating Saturday morning he’d spent with Brandon’s ebony schlong buried inside of him, filling him up with load after load of spunk and milking him for all he was worth. Alex pushed himself upright.
For the second time that morning, sweat was pouring down the faces of Brandon and Alex. This time, however, they were in the gym, making their way around the indoor track. The 5’10 black boy was running in just blue shorts and tennis shoes, leaving his defined chest to glisten in the lighting.
“Dude, what was up with the dirty talk this morning?”
“Huh? Oh, that. I was brushing up for Becky.”
“Who?”
“Right, I forgot. Becky’s the one who works on the top floor of the library.” Alex continued to give him a blank stare. “The one I told you acts prim and proper but keeps a pink dildo suctioned to her chair behind the desk?”
“Oh yeah. Shit, you’re still seeing her?”
“Hell yeah. She’s almost as freaky as I am.”
“Right. Top floor.”
“Exactly.”
“I still don’t understand how you keep all those names and faces straight in your head.”
“Simple. I have superior brain power. Go ahead and be jealous.”
“I would say, ‘you’re an ass,’ but you already knew that….”
“Yep. But I got too much ass coming in to really give a shit. Anyway, I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll catch you later.”
“No you won’t. I’m spending the night with Mel, remember?”
“Shit man, I forgot. Don’t forget to drink your coffee, big man! Wouldn’t want you falling asleep on her.”
Alex ignored the jibe and kept going as his friend disappeared into the lockers. His mind wandered freely. Most guys would have had trouble reconciling themselves with Alex’s situation, with the pressure of dating a beautiful and deserving person like Melissa, yet still having sex with their male roommate. It would be a tough pill to swallow since it would bring up painful questions about one’s sexual orientation. Alex, however, had not questioned himself once.
It was simple in his head. He was – in his heart, mind, and body – completely straight, no questions asked. Sexually and romantically, all his emotions were tied to the female gender. His relationship with Brandon was completely platonic, excluding the fact that they fucked every day. It wasn’t a mark against his straightness; he had never desired to know what sex with another male would be like. This was him helping out a friend. Brandon had an abnormally high sex drive, part of a package deal with his particular set of skills. Without constant sex, Brandon would have been too busy jerking off to be able to function as a normal human being, made only worse by the fact that Brandon was in possession of a sharp mind. And if nothing else, Alex was unwilling to see a good mind go to waste.
Of course, the fact that he was guaranteed to get his rocks off – regardless of whether Mel was in the mood or not – was only icing on the cake. And Brandon wasn’t egotistical when it came to sex; just as often, it was Alex’s stiff seven incher disappearing into Brandon’s tight starfish. That was a hole that Melissa had definitely not allowed Alex anywhere near.
A cooling trickle began to make its way down Alex’s inner thigh, having escaped his reddened anus four laps ago. ‘Right on time,’ he thought as he made his way to the showers.
Brandon Edwards shifted in frustration as he placed the canned green beans back on the shelf. This wasn’t appropriate at all. Here he was, at work, sporting a semi. Today was a rare day that Brandon cursed his high libido, wondering how he could be so unfortunate. Thankfully, at the moment, he was squatting down but as soon as he finished, he might embarrass himself. With two other people in the aisle, he couldn’t adjust himself, meaning his only option was to pretend to be insane and squat-walk all the way back to the register.
It wasn’t his fault that he was about to pop wood in public. Things had been going along perfectly fine. Sure, both of his morning classes had decided to drop a quiz on him unexpectedly, but that was life and it was no big deal. The material was engraved on his skull. He’d been looking forward to his ‘lunch date’ with Becky. Unfortunately, his phone had rang right as the library building came into sight. And of course, it was his boss, demanding that he show up to work three hours early, meaning that fun time with the naughty librarian had been canceled in favor of his wallet.
It wasn’t like he needed the money for school. Thanks to a high GPA, a few scholarships and a couple of grants had taken care of everything. But Brandon deserved some of the finer things in life, like cash in his pocket, gas in the tank, movies and such. And women; there was no way he’d have a reputation as a cheap date.
Things were bleak in Brandon’s world as he finally stood up, thankful to the gods that the aisle was finally empty which gave him a chance to point his dick upward in his pants. Becky was unavailable for the rest of the day, and with his roommate at his girlfriend’s tonight, his two for-sure nut busters were gone. He could take care of the problem himself, but he hadn’t needed to since discovering how to get others to do it for him. His brain started to trail off as always as he made his way back to the registers.No doctor had been needed to tell him that he was above average; he’d gotten the hint about his high libido in middle school when he got the uncontrollable urge to stroke his considerable six inch prick in the school bathrooms between classes. Every class. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by puberty combined with the arousing sight of nearly every female in his class had spun him nearly out of control. His teachers had been alarmed when one of their top students had suddenly stopped paying attention in their classes, preferring to stare blankly out the window instead. Brandon’s grades had dropped like a stone in the water. Conferences were held with his parents, teachers, and counselors to no result. Brandon finally was referred to a therapist, who got the clue from the young man’s constant shifting in his office.
At first, they tried to tell the youngster not to do that in public. His response had been furious and embarrassed:
“I don’t! You think I like to do it? I just ask to go to the bathroom!”
After several unsuccessful attempts to talk the young man out of it, special arrangements had been put in place for him. His parents were informed of everything; his teachers instructed to allow the young man to leave class for ten minutes, being told nothing more than it was a ‘medical condition.’ Like magic, Brandon’s grades improved. And so, Brandon was allowed a special pass for each class, as long as he kept his grades up. He kept his grades high so he could keep the pass.
He wasn’t stupid, and he knew the other kids weren’t either. It took a while, but they finally figured out why Brandon needed the pass. The rest of middle school passed with students refusing to shake his hand, touch him, or even sit near him. Jerome Sanders led the brigade committed to making Brandon’s life hell.
High school was the chance he needed to get away from the ridicule. It was perfect in every way. Across town from his old middle school, very few of his old classmates would be joining him, giving him the chance to start over. Three years of beating off as fast as possible meant that Brandon could hit the bathrooms, blow a load in the toilet, and still get to class within the seven minutes allowed. And he could be quiet about it too, a necessity in a bathroom of other boys who knew what masturbation sounded like. Things were absolutely fine, until he realized that Jerome had joined him at Ledbetter High. The first day had nearly broken him, when Jerome started to spread his rumors around. Things would change again two weeks later.
Gym being the last class of the day, Brandon preferred to hang behind and spend extra time working on his free throws. It wasn’t that he particularly cared about basketball, but he needed the showers to clear out so he could empty his balls again before his clubs started. Just because Jerome was slowly smearing his name didn’t mean that he had to leave any basis for truth.
Like always, the lockers were empty by three thirty. He knew he had at least half an hour before the sports teams started showing up. As the heavy door closed behind him, Brandon stripped as he walked. The thrill of being naked brought his erection to full mast, and it swayed back and forth like a divining rod, leading him to the comfort and safety of the open showers. He wasn’t long in scrubbing off the grime before he closed his fist around his throbbing member and went to work. The strokes were quick and furious. He needed it today, and badly.
“Whoa dude. Take it easy, or you’ll break it.”
Brandon spun and was filled with horror at the sight of an older teen standing in the doorway, just as naked as he was. He was white, probably a junior or senior, standing about 5’8 with a swimmer’s build and an average cock that was standing erect and pointing proudly to the sky.
“Sorry man. Didn’t mean to scare you. We all do it in here at one point or another. Look, I’m Pete Mills.”
In a few quick strides, Pete had crossed the room and extended his hand. Without thinking, Brandon removed his main hand from his penis and offered it to the other boy. Instead of shaking it though, Pete dropped his hand and curled his fingers around Brandon’s cock.
“My, you were close,” Pete cooed as he slowly stroked the foreign dick. “What had you so wound up today?”
“Cheerleaders,” Brandon blurted out. He was still in shock at being interrupted during a private moment, and now having his most prized possession stroked lovingly by someone else.
“Ah. Those short skirts do advertize a lot, don’t they?” Brandon groaned in response, feeling the fist grow tighter. “Feels better when someone else is taking care of you, doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh.” That was all the freshman could manage through the fog in his head.
“I bet. They were in every class, weren’t they?” Brandon nodded, now so lost that he couldn’t even make basic sounds. “That’s a lot of stress. I don’t think its all going to come out by hand.”
Brandon watched the older boy lower himself to his knees. Pete stared at the cock, watching the clear fluid seep out. He swiped at it with his tongue, processing the flavor. Then, without a word, Pete wrapped his pink lips around the head, holding the ebony monster steady by the base. Pete looked up at the freshman who was watching him, winked, and slowly slid his warm wet mouth down the shaft until his lips were kissing his fist. But he didn’t stop there. He took a deep breath and one by one, Pete lifted his fingers and gobbled down the exposed shaft until Brandon’s balls were resting on his chin, all eight inches of the youth firmly encased in his greedy mouth and throat. Pete could see the shock on Brandon’s face at how easily he had swallowed those thick inches, mixed with the unmistakable pleasure of being completely engulfed.
But Pete had not finished with his signature move yet. With that large penis lodged in his throat, Pete forced himself to swallow around the invader. Then he swallowed again as he reached up and started fondling the tight ball sack, his other hand fisting his own cock. He kept doing this until on the tenth swallow, Brandon’s beef rocket fired, sending jets of piping hot cum directly to Pete’s stomach. His eyes widened as he felt the volume of sperm being pumped into him from the bucking tube. His own cock was expelling it’s slimy contents all over the freshman’s feet.
After nine powerful blasts, Pete pulled Brandon out of his throat and milked the final dribbles out onto his tongue. He made a production of showing off his covered tongue, and then swallowing the salty jizz, moving his tongue around to prove that it had actually been eaten.
“Two things,” Pete said. “First, common courtesy states that you’re supposed to tell your partner when you’re gonna blow.”
“Sorry,” Brandon muttered.
“Luckily, I like to swallow, so all is forgiven. But some people might start choking. Which leads me to the second thing; when was the last time you jerked off?”
“Uh… lunch?”
“Lunch today?” Pete stared in shock.
“Yeah…?”
“Dude, that’s not normal. What’s on your feet is normal. Shit, that’s more than most guys put out in two or three days!”
For the rest of the year, Brandon and the senior would meet in the showers twice a day – before and after school – to share in a male on male sexual rendezvous. Brandon would learn several things from the self-professed ‘Peter Eater’. Among them: the art of deepthroating; the sensuality of feeling a male phallus stretch his sphincter; and the eroticism of feeling male sweat dripping on his back as he grunted, shuddered, and deposited a warm sticky load into his bowels.
Their daily meetings would lead Brandon to two startling revelations about himself. First, he would learn that orgasms with a partner didn’t just feel better, but they actually eliminated the need to jerk off between classes. Controlling himself now was a breeze.. Secondly, Brandon would come to understand that he enjoyed same-sex sexual encounters. The male phallus was a wonderful and sexy creation, as were its warm fluids. Nothing could have stopped him from lapping at the head of Pete’s cock as the spunk oozed and pulsed out, hot and buttery to his taste buds. Nothing was more erotic than watching the piss slit flare open and spit its contents all across his face. The stark contrast between his milk chocolate skin and the chalk white lines always got him raging hard again.
Nevertheless, even though he could control himself for an entire day, Brandon could feel his member start to firm up at three fifteen, and by the time the clock struck half past, the final shot came with a second bounce from below his belt. Thankfully, Pete was always waiting, eager for another round of Pork Sword Swallowing.
Brandon pulled himself off autopilot when a customer approached his line. As he scanned her items, he hid his appraisal behind a polite smile. She wasn’t exactly a model, but she definitely could turn heads. Light skin, a cute face, full lips curled into a smile, and full hips – a sure indication that the rear-view would be fantastic. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to seduce her; otherwise, Brandon would have loved to feel those lips sliding back and forth on his soldier. ‘Shame too,’ he thought, watching her ass shimmy and shake in her tights as she left. He knew that soft ass would have felt great in his hands as he pounded her from behind. He saw the little tease pause at the door and look back, catching his eyes glued to her bottom. She winked and disappeared, adding even more of a twist to her walk.
That was the final straw. The semi he had been fighting against now raged at full mast. Brandon needed relief, and he needed it now. It didn’t matter if it was a guy or a girl, he needed to plunge into something hot wet and tight and he needed to do it soon. At this point, he was even willing to settle for the diminished comfort of his palm. He was finding it hard not to press his dick against the solid counter in a crude and desperate simulation of intercourse.
Luckily, Brandon’s manager chose that moment to show up and relieve him for lunch, before he could start testing the boundaries of proper behavior. Perfect timing. He would have thirty whole minutes to scare up a victim. Give ten minutes for a combination of hunting, seduction, foreplay, and convincing his partner to give public sex a shot, and he still had twenty minutes to pound out a fantastic ball buster. Or, should he strike out (and it seemed like today would be the day), that was still twenty minutes he could use to crack out two or three mediocre nuts. Food could wait – his dick needed feeding.
Brandon hurried to the office. It was such a shame that he couldn’t catch up to that wide-hipped cock tease, because he surely would have liked to punish her for driving him to this point. He grabbed his card, punched out, and dropped it in the box while turning. Unfortunately, on this day of misfortune, Brandon collided with someone who had bent over in front of him. And as he slammed into that poor soul, he realized what was going to happen, just a moment before his erect tool was pressed firmly into the soft backside.This chapter ran too long for my liking. Chapter 1b not far behind. Remember, comments and criticisms are welcome; assholes can just get fucked.

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Science-Fiction

Naked In Las Vegas

This is a very mild techno-nerd female exhibitionist fantasy about being able to safely show your naked body to anyone, anywhere, at any time. There is NO SEX, per se, in this story. It is a gentle fantasy I wrote for all those geekette flashers out there who follow me and dream of having a job just like Julia’s.

Science-Fiction

Superman-The Triad Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Lois’s story
Fucking Luthor. He can’t do this to me. My head was hurting and I felt funny. As I opened my eyes, I saw my body on the medical bed. I knew it was me but it couldn’t be me. I am lying here on the floor.
I look down at myself and see a man’s body instead of my normal sexy woman’s body. It is Superman’s body. I look back at the bed and it is my body on the bed. With my new super hearing, I can hear the heartbeat and know that my body is still alive.
But what has happened to me. Luthor had to change my body with Superman’s body somehow. Why and how did he do it? I see a mirror over on the far wall and walk to it. I don’t see myself at all but see Superman. His broad chest and wide shoulders, hidden behind the blue suit. His steel gray eyes and cute little lock of curly hair hanging down. I look down at the crotch and see a bulge as I realized that the warm feeling that I am experiencing is part of an erection. I am getting turned on by seeing myself in the mirror.
I mean by seeing myself in Superman’s body.
I turn and see myself on the bed, still asleep. Luthor is on another bed and is also sleeping. I reach out and squeeze a piece of metal and the metal collapses in my hand as if it was made of tinfoil. As I squeeze my hand, I feel raw power flow through my body. I feel strong and powerful. And good. I have never felt this good before.
I look at my body laying on the bed. It looks so weak and frail and small. So pale and fragile. I look at the naked breasts and wonder why men find them so magical. I have seen women with breasts that I enjoyed looking at, but my own breasts never thrilled me.
For the first time in my life, I admitted to myself that I did not like the body that I was looking at. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to find some magical way to become a man because girls never did anything but play with dolls while boys got to play all the sports and to go everywhere. Then my gangly little girl body started changing into a young woman’s body and boys started hanging out around the house, trying to impress me and to get into my panties. I quickly learned that I had a power that I could use to control them and to get them to do what I wanted. As my body shaped up, my power over men increased. I became very manipulative and learned how to obtain whatever I wanted, by just flirting a little.
But it was not enough for me. I wanted a career and to prove myself in a male dominated world. So I left home and became a reporter and chased tough assignments. I learned how to dress professional and seductive. I learned how to use any method to obtain the story and the byline. But it was never enough. Women would talk to me about their husbands and soap operas that they watched. Or give me favorite recipes. I wanted men to talk to me about the football game, and to ask me to work on old cars with them as we drank beer. And I loved hearing a good dirty joke.
I guess that I had a classic case of penis envy. I remembered my adolescence all too well and what I did to explore that strange feeling I got whenever I saw a penis. I kinda went overboard and let my budding breasts be licked and sucked and fondled by all too many boys. Then there was that night when I let my cherry get popped, and all of the many sexual encounters afterwards. I couldn’t get enough and would sneak out of the house and let myself be the star of a drunken gang-bangs. Then I woke up sick and miserable one morning. All I could think about was the hot, sweaty jousts in the back seats of cars, and all of the guilt and misery that I hid. I didn’t want be a whore. I was just curious about having a penis. A real penis between my legs.
And now I have one of those magical hot dog like things between my legs. I want to pull it out and look at it, but this is not the place. I want to see what it is like to have sex as a man. To live as a man. To have a woman waiting on me and to service me.
I remember college and a very beautiful woman. Her name was Janice Pentelton. When she walked by me, I felt a very different warmth as she smiled at me. I knew that she wanted me and would be available for anything that I wanted. I enjoyed her smell. Once she borrowed a scarf from me and I could smell her warmth radiating from my scarf when she returned it. I could smell her very personal musky odor mixed with her cologne.
When I first met Janice, she was in very good shape. Or so I thought. But she didn’t like her body and started working out at the gym with the guys every day. Before long, she had a build that most men would want to have. Before muscular women became the norm as they are now, she wanted to be able to take care of herself and did not like taking the standard weak women’s role. She discovered that she liked the way that high heels showed off her calves and strong bare thighs from playing tennis and she worked on the rest of her body to develop it to the same high standards. She liked to flex as well as jiggle. She became strong and confident and powerful, as she shaped her body into a mass of feminine muscle. Her calves were two solid diamond shaped bulges. Her thighs were solid trees of solid, sinewy muscle. Her ass muscles were two perfect semicircles of hard, twitching flesh. Her skinny waist showed off her washerboard abdominal muscles. Her pectoral muscles were solid, giving her impressive cleavage just from her muscle. Her back and shoulder muscles looked like wings. Her biceps and her triceps showed the many hours that she spent lifting weights.
I was dating the quarterback then. I always had to date the most desirable man. I felt better when number one was after me. If I had moved to Washington instead of Metropolis, I would be dating the President now. Janice came to my room one afternoon and we spent the whole afternoon laughing and talking as we sipped a little wine. Janice worked out all of the time and was beginning to get a very solid muscular build on her for a woman. I remember that day, that she was wearing a tight, low cut muscle shirt that was showing off the deep cleft of her fine, heavy breasts and the solid wall of chest muscle that was holding the breasts up. At that time, that sort of build on a woman was rare and some people hinted that she was a dyke. But I knew better. I remember her smile as I eyed her powerful limbs, thick and brown, veined and taunting, bared by a revealing tank-top stretched to bursting by her big breasts. And what can I say to describe her long killer legs. After she left, I called the quarterback over and let him fuck me for the very first time.
I set Janice up with one my boyfriend’s teammembers. We went off to a cabin for the weekend. As Larry was fucking me, I was listening to the bed in the next room, as Janice groaned and moaned. The next morning, we let the guys go fishing while we relaxed in the back yard in our bikinis.
Janice suggested a backrub and I let her. I didn’t stop her when she unfastened my top and continued rubbing lotion into my back. When she commanded me to roll over, I did, but I kept my arms crossed as if to protect my boobs. Janice gently moved my arms away and finished covering my body with lotion, making sure that she rubbed it in. She told me that my breasts were dry and needed a second coat. I shut my eyes and let her coat my breasts with the warm lotion and then rub it into my skin. I was in seventh heaven and when she lightly kissed each nipple as she finished, I almost shuddered with delight.
Then she asked me to rub the lotion on her. She removed her top and bottom and rolled over. As I rubbed the lotion into her greedy skin, I watched her butt flex and could almost hear it whispering my name. Her flat stomach showed it’s chiseled muscularity on her abs. Her huge, muscular body was ripe and shining and brown with magnificent breasts that restored the femininity to her wonderful body. As I looked at her long hair flowing down her back, I felt a very strong sexual desire for her.
She rolled over and I was rubbing the lotion on her front and having a difficult time controlling myself. She spread her legs so that I put lotion up in the area where I wanted to put my head. I was feeling very dizzy and wanted her very much. Just as I decided to learn how to become a muff diver, the guys returned. The rest of the weekend went downhill. I didn’t want Larry to touch me and pretended that my period was starting.
I was too young and didn’t know what I really wanted and desired. I wanted her to become my lover, but I was afraid that I would get a reputation as a lesbian. So we never did anything with each other, but desire each other. I wonder what she is doing now and if she still has that same wonderful body?
I stare down at my very unfamiliar erection that my thoughts were having on this male body. It has changed position within it’s confinement. It is almost as if it had a mind and will of it’s own. I felt it slowly stiffen and rise up the center of my body as it hugged my belly from the tight jerkin. When I was Lois, I wanted Superman to fuck me. I tried every trick in the book but he played hard to get. So I turned on the sexual charm and accepted his challenge. He might get to fuck me but I would really win our contest.
I used to lie in my bed and think about what it would be like to have his cock buried in me. And then I tired of my dreams. I restored the wonderful feeling by pretending that Janice was in the bed with us and we were doing a threesome. I went to the local bookstore and bought a big long thick dildo and used to pretend it was his cock in me. And now his cock is my cock. To do with as I wish.
I tried to get Clark Kent in bed once after a party. I think it was more a result of the wine than of my desire for him. He is worse than Superman about trying to run from me. I like Clark, but he does nothing for me. He is a good reporter and I like working with him, but I don’t really want him as a sexual partner. I don’t know why I tried to screw him.
I look back at my body and think about fucking it. But for some reason, I don’t want to. Isn’t that strange. My own body doesn’t turn me on.
My cock feels so hard. I can feel the foreskin easing back as it grows to it’s maximum hardiness and length. It must be eight inches. Shit. I am a man now and can lie about my cock’s length. It is ten inches at least.
I focus on one of the straps holding my former body to the table and watch as my X-ray vision melts the strap, without causing a fire. Then I use my X-ray vision and look at my former body under the clothes. Although I know every pimple and imperfection on it, I have to look at it, to prove to myself that I am no longer that person. I know that I was her, but I am not her now. I am also not Superman. I may be in his body, but I know that I am not him and do not want to be him. I have these strong desires running through my body and I don’t know how to react to them.
I walk over to my former body and touch it. The skin is so fragile. How did I ever survive in that body. With one quick easy snapping motion, I break all of the straps holding her in place. That’s right. Her. It is not me lying on that table. That is no longer my body.
I am very confused. I feel very different. I feel very strange. I feel very strong. I have to go away and examine what I feel and discover who I am. I have to know who I am.
I leap into the air and barely make it through the opening because my aim was off. I quickly rise to a high altitude and go out into outer space. I look back at Earth and know that I cannot return to my former body. I am Superman. Now and forever.
******
I came back to Earth and flew across the ocean. I landed on Mount Everest and enjoyed the scenery for a moment. Although it had to be freezing cold up here, I was not feeling any discomfort at all. And this beautiful vista was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted to come here.
I leaped again and kept heading west. When I reached the ocean, I dived into the water and flew slowly through the water, watching the fish as I followed them and easily kept up with them in their domain.
Then I headed up back into the sky and back toward America. I focused my eyes and discovered how to activate my telescope vision and to use my X-ray vision with it. I focused upon Luthor’s laboratory and saw that my former body was conscious now and was talking to Luthor. As I stared at my half-naked former body, I knew that they could take care of themselves now. As for myself, I had to find out what happened to Janet.
I changed direction slightly and headed to my old college town. I wonder what my former classmates would do if they know that their former alumna was now the most powerful alumni of their school.
With my x-ray vision, I was able to search the school records as I flew there. I found Janet’s address and traced her to her new home through other records in the City Hall. She is married now.
I imagined what it would be like to find her and to let her see me in my new body. I would tell her who I used to be. She would look at me and remember how she used to feel about me. She would stand there in silence, wanting to know why I came back. I would pull her tightly against me and our lips would come together in a very passionate kiss. She would get very turned on and would push my jersey and cape off of my shoulders and began to undo my belt. She would run her hands over my warm, firm chest and lick my neck as I undress her.
I would step back and look at her perfectly sculpted legs and let my gaze flow to her stiff nipples. Then I would take her back into my arms, pressing her up against the wall as I kissed her deeply. My hand would brush up along her thigh until my fingertips found her mound.
I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out.
Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself completely. She would curl her fingers around my throbbing shaft and draw me to her as she laid back to receive me. She would stroke me softly as she took my cock into her warm, wet lips. She would run her tongue over me inch by inch, and slowly, take my hard cock into her mouth. She would suck on my cock until it was almost ready to explode and then would beg me to give it to her.
I would move carefully at first, stroking in and out slowly, gently, until I picked up speed and intensity until I was plunging into her as hard and fast as I could without hurting her. She would cum hard as her juices flowed down my throbbing cock, causing me to cum also.
I landed on the door step of the address that I had found and rang the door bell. Although I could look into the house, I decided not to. My cock is hard from the most wonderful daydream that I just experienced.
The door opens and she is standing there. I don’t know who was staring more at each other. Me or her. Gone was the trim, healthy, young woman that I remembered. In her place was an overweight, kinda grubby woman. She was wearing an oversized shirt and had a baby on her hip. Where she had always been very neat and kept her body in good shape in college, she was now overweight and her unbrushed hair needed coloring and styling.
“Superman” she whispered.
“Hello, Janet. Uh… A mutual friend of ours, asked me to look you up while I was in town. Lois said to tell you hello.” I said, hearing my voice for the first time.
“Lois who?” she said with a quizzical look on her face.
“Lois Lane, from your college.” I said, feeling just a little embarrassed and wanting to leave.
“Lois. I haven’t thought about her for years. Did she ever get her a job as a model? She was always so pretty and had such a nice body. I married her former boyfriend after college. This is our third child.” she said as she shifted the child.
I took a quick glance with my x-ray vision at her chest. Her once solid chest was now nothing but flab. Her large, wonderful breasts, were sagging and drooping from the volume of repeated child nursing. Her hips had rolls of fat hanging over and her wonderful musky smell had become very rancid smelling to my over sensitive nose.
“No, she became a reporter. I am sorry but I must go now.” I said as I turned and leaped into the sky.
As I flew away leaving a very puzzled woman standing on her front step, I almost shuddered to think that could have just as easily been me. I almost fell into that married woman trap.
to be continued……….

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Slaveworld Spy

Hey, this is a piece of Slaveworld fan fiction, based on the `stephen douglas novels of the same name. It uses some canonical characters, but some are mine. I think you should buy all stephen douglas’ books because he’s awesome!

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The Holodeck

Mary Anne Eckhardt pressed her face against the shuttle’s view port, in an attempt to see the approaching ship. It was huge, a long silver arrow lying dormant in space with many silver bugs swarming around it.
“Wow, it’s big,” Mary said in awe. Her breath steamed up the view port and she lost her view of the ship. Rather than wiping it off, she sighed and turned to the crisp young ensign sitting next to her. He looked even more apprehensive than she was.
“I… this is my first assignment,” he said, swallowing nervously. Mary would have like to believe that her closeness was making him nervous, but she knew better. A first assignment was always scary. You never knew what to expect.
“Keep your mouth shut and do what everybody else does and you’ll be ok,” she said patting him on the hand. He scowled down at her hand and she pulled away.
“Hey, lighten up,” she growled.
“Sorry, I don’t like to be touched,” he said by way of apology. “You’re a petty officer, what’s it like. I mean on a ship?”
“Every one is different, depending on who you work for and the commanding officer. Most of them are great. I haven’t heard any rumors about the Joan Of Ark since she’s newly commissioned, but I’m sure it’s fine too.”
“But we’ll be stuck in deep space for three years. What if it’s not — ok, I mean?”
“Then you grit your teeth, do what you’re told and live with it, sir.”
“Oh boy,” he sighed, even more apprehensive than before.
“Don’t worry about it, we all have our first ships. Just remember to salute aft, then salute the officer of the deck when you board. After that some petty officer will undoubtedly take care of you until you learn the ropes.”
“A petty officer?” he seemed offended.
“Sure. Who do you think runs this fleet, the Captain?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
“Why yes, I…”
“Everybody line up, we have a five minute window. Anybody who’s not off in three get’s kicked off!” A chief petty officer shouted from the front of the shuttle.
“See,” Mary pointed with a half-smile. The ensign swallowed even more and nodded convulsively.
“Your bag,” Mary pointed to the bag in the overhead compartment. He apologized and pulled the bag from the rack.
“Your other bag,” she pointed to the compartment under the seat. The ensign looked at the chief, then quickly ducked to get his other bag. Mary wondered if he would have abandoned it if the chief was watching.
“Officers first, enlisted last!” The chief shouted. Mary gave the ensign a little shove. He went to the front of the shuttle reluctantly.
“He’ll be just another asshole shouting orders in a month,” a woman leaned over and whispered in Mary’s ear. Mary turned and smiled.
“God save us from asteroids and ensigns,” Mary said and they both giggled. “I’m Mary,” she extended her hand.
“Ruth, Ruth Toliver. So how did you rate the Joan Of Ark?”
“I was on the William Perry,” Mary said, suddenly uncomfortable, “they gave me first choice of assignments.”
“The asteroid duster that exploded?”
“Yes, it was a deep space exploration ship like this one, but much smaller. I barely made it on the second of the only three lifeboats to escape.”
“Wow, a medal of honor winner, huh?”
“It’s in my bag,” Mary patted the side of her canvas bag with a smile.
“Glad to meet you. I was transferred from HQ, no war stories here. I did two tours so I’d have enough points for this,” she pointed out the window at the silver ship, now laying alongside.
“It’s better that way, believe me. When a stranded crew becomes desperate enough to draw straws to see who will get eaten, then it’s best to stay home.”
“They didn’t, did they?” the woman asked in horror.
“Didn’t what?”
“Didn’t eat anybody?”
“No, but I’d rather not talk about what we did eat. I may never eat again,” Mary said with a look of disgust.
“Sorry.”
Mary nodded and shuffled forward as the line began moving.
“Well if you ever change your mind about eating, buzz me,” the woman whispered, very close to her ear. “I wouldn’t mind being eaten just a little.”
“Ruth!” Mary said in surprised embarrassment. She turned and stared at Ruth. Their faces were an inch apart. Ruth’s smiling eyes looked deeply into her own.
“Well I wouldn’t,” Ruth whispered and they laughed together. Mary had no idea how prophetic that statement would turn out to be, in a pleasant sort of way.
Within 24 hours, Mary was installed in the Captain’s Office. In 36 hours the atomic generators were powered up and the Joan Of Ark got underway leaving the supply ships, maintenance ships, shuttles, and well-wishers in it’s wake like a thousand little silver leaves scattering on a fall pond.
As soon as her paperwork was caught up Mary headed directly for the sexual recreation lounge. The lounge was the talk of the fleet, and she had been dying to try it out. It was new technology, a small world constructed of holographic images, with real and holographic people. Their true shapes and identities were masked with a holographic overlay. She didn’t realize how effective that masking was until her first encounter in the lounge.
Mary sat in the booth and filled out the form on the screen. She first selected “Gone With The Wind” of course, but that selection was filled for the next two weeks. She added her name to the third week, and moved on to something she could participate in now. There was an epic sea battle going on in one section of the lounge, she stared at that selection undecided, for a moment, then on inspiration she began programming her own sub-menu into the battle. Finally, after much work, she sat back and looked at the screen, very proud of herself. She opened the metal door and slid into the weightless room with a giggle of laughter.
Ruth sat in the still-warm chair and recalled the menu Mary had been looking at.
“That little imp,” Ruth said in admiration, then programmed herself into the hologram. She looked around quickly, then turned off the screen and followed Mary through the same door.
Mary rocketed through the cool, clear waters for several minutes, enjoying her sleek body and the great speeds she could attain. Suddenly, needing air, she shot toward the surface. She broke through to open air and turned a somersault, gasping in as much air as she could hold through her blow-hole, then landed tail-first in the water to break her fall. She balanced on the tip of her tail, watching the far-off battle between wooden ships with soft, gray eyes. She chastised them soundly with a series of squeaks, clicks, and squeals, then leaped skyward and dove deep, using her pointed nose for a rudder.
In sudden fear she noticed a shape moving alongside her. She looked over to see a sleek male dolphin only slightly larger than herself.
“Who are you? This is my world,” she said with squeaks, clicks, and whistles.
“I’m Raymond, your holographic partner,” the other dolphin answered in the same language.
“My partner? I didn’t request a partner,” Mary said skeptically.
“The computer always provides you with a partner. What good is an adventure without somebody to share it with?”
“Then you’re not real?” Mary asked skeptically.
“Of course not, how could I be? Nobody knows you are here, do they?”
“No, I guess not,” Mary brightened. “So what do you want to do?”
“How about a race? The loser nuzzles the genitalia of the other.”
“They what?” Mary asked in horror.
“That’s how dolphins mate, silly. They dance in the water, intertwine their bodies, then nuzzle each other’s genitalia until they are aroused. Then they mate. It’s a very intricate process.”
“Skip the race and show me the other,” Mary ordered. “I haven’t had my genitalia nuzzled in a long time.”
“If that is your wish,” the dolphin nodded with a toothy smile and moved closer.
“First we swim close and touch bodies,” Raymond said. She could feel the warm water from his breath against the sensitive skin of her face.
“Now we swim around and around, touching bodies as we press against each other,” he said, putting his words into action. Mary was amazed at how delicate her dolphin skin was. She could feel the slightest touch, the most gentle of caresses against her body, and each touch aroused her more.
“Oh, wow, it’s working,” Mary sighed. She was aware of sinking lower and lower into the depths of the ocean as Raymond nuzzled her neck, chest, and finally her genitalia. She gasped and stiffened as the long, pointed nose probed deep inside her, parting the rubbery envelope of her sex and gently stimulating it. Soon his long, narrow tongue slid out and up inside her. Mary gasped and moaned as the long member impaled her.
“Oh, Raymond, that feels so good,” Mary said, enjoying the lavish licks he was giving her vagina. At times the long tongue slid into the very deepest portions of her womb, tasting, touching, and exploring her inner depths.
“I’m glad you like it. You taste delicious, by the way.”
“Thank you,” she said coyly as the long tongue licked and probed her sex.
“I want you in me, Raymond,” Mary gasped.
Raymond swam back a few feet and fanned the ocean with his tail. Mary’s eyes widened when she saw his stiffened member standing up in front of him.
“Are you sure you’re ready,” he teased.
“Oh, yeah, I couldn’t be more ready. Stay there, I want to ride you,” she said approaching quickly. He held his place in the water as she swam close and gently impaled herself on his foot long penis. She squealed in delight as the entire length of the penis slid deep inside her. They swam frantically, propelling the penis in and out of her rubbery sex hole. They swam, rotated and fell down and down as Raymond pumped his huge member in and out of her vagina. Mary had no warning. She burned and tingled from the moment she began, then, suddenly, her orgasm struck with the force of a tornado. She screamed long and hard as her loins spasmed, clenching and unclenching his long member. The liquid heat was consuming her loins, the penis seemed to grow even larger. She panted and relaxed slightly, until Raymond began moving again. Her eyes widened in joyful horror as her vagina began to spasm again. She arched her back and screamed in her high-pitched dolphin voice, until the second orgasm passed, leaving her limp and lifeless.
“I must go now, another comes,” Raymond said suddenly.
“Oh no, I can’t take any more,” Mary shook her sleek head.
“This one is different, a companion of the same sex,” he said with a toothy smile and turned to disappear into the dark ocean depths.
A sleek pink dolphin suddenly appeared, swimming around her. She was a beautiful female with a gentle voice.
“My latent homosexual tendencies must have triggered you,” Mary said with a smile. “I’m not sure I want to try this right now, Raymond has more than satisfied me.”
“A male can never truly satisfy a female,” the beautiful pink dolphin said as she gently swam around Mary.
“I’m not sure I believe that,” Mary said with a smile.
“You should, it’s true,” the dolphin said, then slid gently against Mary as she passed. Mary gasped and sighed as the sensitive skin touched her own.
“You see, I can do something that Raymond can’t,” the female dolphin said happily.
“Wha… what’s that,” Mary was finding it hard to speak. The female kept swimming close and caressing her as she passed.
“I know when to touch you, where to touch you, and how softly you want to be touched. Raymond could never learn that. Only another female truly understands.”
“Mmmmaybe your right,” Mary said as the female passed again.
“I don’t have a long penis, like Raymond, but we can nuzzle each other instead. Some believe that’s even more fun,” the dolphin said and approached again. This time she pressed her body firmly against Mary’s. Mary could feel it in every fiber of her being.
“I’m not sure I want to nuzzle another female’s vagina, even a holographic one,” Mary said as the dolphin sent shivers up her spine.
“Try it, sweet lady. See if you like it,” the dolphin said and gently rotated until her tail was past Mary’s face. Mary was looking directly at the female’s vagina. It was soft, sweet smelling, almost irresistible.
“Well, why not, it’s only a dream,” Mary said and moved closer. The other dolphin suddenly licked her vagina and Mary squealed excitedly, thrusting her pelvis forward. She wished that she had arms to hold her in place. She extended her long tongue experimentally and found it about the same length as her real one. She slid it into the rubbery folds of the female and tasted. It was absolutely wonderful. She found herself licking the other female enthusiastically, lost in a world of her own. She felt every action she made, done to her, like a delicious, wonderful, mirror of delight.
“You taste and feel so delicious,” Mary finally paused for breath. “I wish the females of my species were as wonderful as this.”
“They are, believe me,” the other dolphin said and continued licking.
“How do you know?” Mary asked, then plunged her tongue into the rubbery folds of her vagina.
“I was programmed to taste and feel like a real woman, silly,” the dolphin said quickly and nuzzled deep inside her.
Mary could no longer talk. Her loins were burning and needed release. She probed the outer folds of flesh with her long, stiff, tongue, then found the clit hidden just inside the outer folds of the vagina. She licked it brutally while the other female moaned and withered with her own face in Mary’s crotch. Mary felt something long and wide shoved inside her vagina, and realized the other dolphin was using a fin. She tried experimentally and found that her own fin would fit nicely into the female. She worked her fin in and out while she licked and tasted the beautiful pink female. They both exploded simultaneously, withering, moaning and squeaking as they thrashed in the weightless environment of the ocean.
It was a long time before Mary’s vagina stopped exploding and she could finally relax with her body pressed against the warm female.
“You were absolutely wonderful,” Mary sighed as she snuggled close to the dolphin’s tail.
“So were you, Mary. I’m glad you finally got around to eating me, a little,” the dolphin smiled and turned to face her.
“Ruth?” Mary squealed in surprised wonder.
“In the flesh, sweetie. Well almost,” she spread her fins with a toothy smile.
“Ruth, I’ll beat you half to death for this,” Mary said laughing.
“Not without arms, sweetheart. So how did you like it?”
“I think I’d like to see more of you, as you really are,” Mary said thoughtfully.
“I’m glad. You have no idea how hard it is to proposition another woman, without taking a chance on losing a friend. It’s a heartache, but times like these make it all worthwhile.”
“Let’s get out of here and try it in the flesh,” Mary said suddenly.
“Ok, but I’m saving your program. I like it here. Maybe I’ll try Raymond myself, when I get adventurous.”
“He’s all yours,” Mary laughed. They both swam toward the entrance.

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The Academic and the Nymphomaniac Chapter 3

I sat up strait in a cold sweat, the remnants of a baaaaaadddd dream dissolving before I could grab them. I looked at the time display on my “Travel Alarm” it said 7:30am local time and there was an infrared telltale flashing in the corner of the display. (We have better vision in the low frequency range than humans.) I hit the snooze button twice in rapid succession and a folder ported in onto my bed side table. I picked it up and saw that it was the DNA analysis for Vicky. The folder also had a priority sticker on it. I read the cover sheet and growled. The idiots were accusing me of contaminating the sample with Ledred DNA. I pulled my file out of the dimensional fold and compared the results of Vicky’s and my own DNA tests. Vicky defiantly had markers from Ledred DNA but it wasn’t mine. What the fuck?
I opened a communication fold with the biology department at the institute and asked to speak with the department chief, an alpha female with our equivalency of a PHD in Xeno-biology and one in Biochemistry. I also ported the Lab report to her. “This is Dr. Ano speaking what can I do for… OH MY God.” “Yeah that’s what I thought your reaction would be Grena.” “Zafa (My given name in Ledran) could there be any mistake in these results?” I thought about a it moment and said, “I don’t know the technician who set up the test but I’m the one who took the sample and I do not see how I could have botched it. The sample was taken from a lip mark on a drinking vessel that only she used and I only touched to take the sample.” I could hear Grena muttering on the other end and asked her what she wanted me to do. “The implications of this information have the potential to cause a lot of problems for us with the Conservatives and the Fundamentalists.” “Wait a moment!” I said “What do politics and religion have to do with it?” She laughed and said, “They could shut us down and we would both be out of a job, I will tell you what I want you to do; DO NOT file any reports to anyone but me about this and get me some samples of this females hair roots (Alive) and a sample of her vaginal fluid so we can do another set of more in depth tests and see what we find.” “And just how in the hell am I supposed to do that?” I asked. She laughed and said. “You are not a child; use your charm and your imagination. Also make sure your Fertility Blocker is working just in case, we do not need any more potential crossbreeds out there.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck…. Now I am on a mission that I did not need. Well nothing to do but do it right? “Alright Grena; I am doing this under protest however, I will get you what you need.” The first thing I needed to do is take care of business, I called a cab for 9:30am so I could be there for our meeting a little early and ordered breakfast. After a quick shower I set up my laptop and started looking at real-estate listings in the Monterey area. There was a knock on my door, breakfast was here. The waiter looked disappointed when he saw it was just me and asked if I was ready to eat? I signed the check and shooed him out before I poured myself a cup of coffee. I ate and dressed, then I headed out the door to start my day. Upon reaching Vicky’s office by taxi I was shown into a conference room, Vicky and the government people were waiting for me. I took a seat and in no time at all my ID and Passport was checked by Homeland Security and the Treasury Department representatives who gave me a clean bill of health. Vicky had me sign the True Bill of Lading for transfer of the gold and silver to the company’s possession and had me create a password for the wire transfer to the account that had been set up for me. The IRS agent had me create a signature password with the IRS so my accountant could file the taxes. He was shocked when I told him that I wanted him to go ahead and use the information provided by Vicky and my bank to generate the figures I needed to pay the government without any consultations with a tax attorney. He did as I asked and I transferred 27.2% of the transaction to the IRS’s account. That still left me with $18.23 Million in liquid assets. (Cash).
Vicky and I were left alone in the conference room and I sighed in relief and said, “Well that will hold the government off my back until next year. By the way Vicky, could you recommend a local Realtor and an investment firm? I like to keep my business in the community, I need a house and I hate to have to deal with finances.” Vicky sat on my knee and hugged me around the neck; she kissed me on the cheek and said. “I was hoping you were going to ask me that question, I took the liberty of speaking with my investment broker and called a friend who deals in properties.” I looked into those green eyes of hers and said, “I smell a set up.” She grinned and said, “I really want you to stick around so I have a vested interested, and not in your money.” She smiled that supernova smile and got up off of my knee taking my hand and pulling me into her arms. Nothing was said for a loooong time. Vicky asked me to follow her to her office and seated me on her couch. She said, “Let me go to the ladies room, I will be right back and then we can discuss your needs.” After a few minutes Vicky reentered the room and knelt in front of me. She was wearing a simple black dress that came to mid-thigh, nothing special or exotic but she was pushing my sexual desires to the point where I could not resist her if I wanted to. And I did not want to.
She was kneeling there looking up at me and said while she was unfastening and pulling down my pants. “Unfortunately I need to fly out to New York this afternoon to arrange for the purchase of some diamonds, I will need to inspect the stones. I will only be there for two days, while I am gone take the numbers I will give you before we leave here and call the investment broker and real estate broker I told you about. I want you to have your business finished by the time I return, I have plans for you and they will not be interfered with.” With that said she took my cock into her mouth and brought me to a diamond hard state, pushed me down on the couch and mounted me like a jockey. Just then I realized she did not have a bit of underwear on. I lost the ability to speak, but not to feel. Vicky did not start moving up or down, nor did she move back or forth. She sat there perfectly still and her cunt muscles started to milk my cock. It felt like a hand very slowly working up from the base of my cock to the head and back again. I began to buck my hips up, but she told me I was not to move or she would punish me severely. Vick obviously was more than just a little dominating and I told her if the whips come out I was leaving. “Not if shackle and hand cuff you! You will stay where you are and not move.” She said in no uncertain terms!
I went along with the program and was enjoying myself completely. She started to increase the speed of her milking and began to make a mewling sound in her throat. Of course it was all I could do not to move and I started to make incoherent sounds of my own. I have no idea how long this went on but I could feel my pleasure building right along with hers. Suddenly she grabbed my hands and pinned them down on the arm of the couch then she began to fuck me into oblivion, it felt like I came for hours. Not just spurts of come but one long ejaculation and then the world went away. When I awoke I was alone, I had been cleaned up, redressed, and my tie and collar loosened. I looked around in total confusion until I realized where I was. I looked at my watch and the time was 1:17pm. I had been out for a couple of hours. I noticed that there were two business cards, a bag, and a note on the table in front of the couch. The note said:
“David,
I had to catch the 12:15 commuter up to San Francisco International to make my connection to La Guardia. I gave my staff instructions not to disturb you until you showed your face. If you pick up the phone and press # my assistant will call you a taxi to take you were ever you need to go. If you could leave your cell number with my assistant I will call you when I land at SF on my return flight. I would like to get together with you and take you to eat on Cannery Row; the Italian is the best this side of Little Italy in Now York.
See you in two days,
Vicky.
P.S. I left you a little something in the bag so you would think of me while I am gone.”
I looked in the bag and there was a pair of her underwear and a folded up piece of paper. Inside the paper were several short curly copper hairs, and written on the paper was, “I just wanted you to know how excited I got this morning during our meeting, I was so wet that my panties were soaked. I had to go in the lady’s room and take them off.” From the smell they had to have been drenched. I looked at the pubic hairs and a couple had live roots on them. Well so much for elaborate plans to get vaginal secretions and viable hair samples from her. I straitened my clothes out and rang Vicky’s assistant. By the time I reached the Doubletree Inn it came to me that it was just a little bit too much of a coincidence that she just gave me just what I needed, and come to think of it Vicky and I were just a little bit too much in sync during our love making. I know I am being paranoid, but even paranoids have enemies. I ported the panties and hairs to the Institute with a note to Grena saying that I would need them back in the same condition tomorrow. Hey they were a gift right?
When I finished with that I had a light lunch and called Sabrina Henson at the Executive Property Brokers office. We set up a meeting for the next day and had a pleasant discussion about what I am looking for in a house. Sabrina Told me that she had two properties In mind that would do nicely and with the current housing glut in the county I should be able to get a house with a cash payment for a bargain. With the part I was to play I had a $3.5mill budget for housing; which Sabrina said would cover everything but servants and food. (Servants?) I called the investment broker and transferred $10mill into an investment account and asked the manager to keep the portfolio conservative until I could go over the market with him and make some intelligent decisions about investments. By this time all I wanted to do was catch more than a cat nap so I had a light dinner and went to bed.

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Harry Potter 11 Thankful Thanksgiving

Thankful Thanksgiving
The next few weeks went buy dull. After searching the room of requirement a hundred times over, Harry went and made Kreacher and asked Dobby to help look. Harry awoke the morning of thanksgiving and decided to skip breakfast and search the room. Harry slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Pavarti and Padme Patil were inside at the back of the room and had not noticed Harry enter. Harry crept down the isle and hid behind a bookcase.
“We need to find a place to put these before someone finds them.” Harry heard one of them say. “There’s this cabinet but it looks to open. How about behind that stack of books?” the other one replied. Harry tried to look better to see what they were hiding, but they had their backs to him. Harry just stood there quietly, watching and waiting. They moved over to the stack of books one of them pointed out and put something back there. “We could get one more use out of them.” one of them stated and the other just smiled and reached behind the books.
They both pulled their cloths off and walked over to a bed Harry noticed that just came out of nowhere. They lay down with their knees touching and their pussies were inches apart. Harry finally saw what they were hiding when one of them pulled it out into the open. Harry saw a pink double-headed dildo that had to be 10-12 inches long. The one toward the bottom of the bed put it to the opening of her pussy. She pulled the middle of the dildo and it seemed to slide right in. The other sister did the same thing except she seemed to have a little trouble but it slid in nevertheless.
They both lay down and grabbed the top and bottom of the bed, whichever end they each were at, and pulled themselves apart. They then pushed until the dildo was buried into both of their pussies. Harry was hard as a rock by now, took his cock out, and stroked it slowly. They moved faster and faster until they both screamed at the same time and released their grips. Harry just stood there waiting for what seemed like an hour, when he checked his watch in fact only 15 min past, when he heard them both start to snore.
Harry decided he would like to have some fun to so he walked over to the side of the bed. Harry just noticed that they were indeed twins, everything was the same even the triangle pussy hair, with the same size breasts. Their breasts were allot bigger than Ginny’s and Hermione’s put together, although laying down he couldn’t tell exactly how big they were, so he decided to caress the one toward the top of the bed. Harry bent his head lower and stroked her nipple with the tip of his tongue; she gave a moan of pleasure.
Harry reached down and pulled the dildo out of both the pussies, considering it was falling out anyways, and stuck three fingers in. Her pussy was nice, hot and wet around his fingers. Harry pulled them out and in as fast as he could while sucking on her tits. Harry figured it was not fast enough so he rotated her until her pussy was at the edge of the bed. Harry got down on his knees and stuck only two fingers in this time. He gave her pussy a little flick of his tongue and started going at it. Harry pushed and pulled his hand as fast as he could, after a minute or so he decided thought to himself, “Why should she have all the fun? They are twins after all.” Harry got up, after a little wine from the first twin, turned the second around like her sister, and put them side by side. He then got back down, put two fingers in each pussy, pushed them in and out in a back, and forth motion. He pushed his right fingers in and as he pulled them, out he would push the left hand in.
Both girls were bucking their hips in unison and moaning, “faster” Harry was surprised to hear this because he thought they were sleeping but he had expected it eventually because he did not know anyone that could sleep through this. Harry moved his hands as fast as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough so he pulled his hands out and took off all of his clothes while looking at them in their eyes. He then climbed on top of the first girl and slid his dick into her. Harry noticed the other one got up and went off somewhere. Harry looked around for her while he was fucking her sister. She came back from the stack of book wearing a dick. Well it was a strap on dildo. Harry figured she was going to use it on her sister’s ass so he tried rolling onto his back but they both just held him there on top. Harry did not think anything of it so he kept pounding away.
Harry could feel something wet on his asshole but before he could turn around, he felt a dick shoved into his ass. It was the most uncomfortable thing Harry had ever felt so he stopped humping and tried pulling it out. The girl underneath him just grabbed his arms and held him in a firm grasp. Harry started enjoying it pounding into his ass. Harry decided to keep fucking along while being fucked. All three of them were moaning and groaning loudly. Harry felt the pressure fill up in his balls and he pushed hard and deep into her. Harry’s cum just exploded into her. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt. He pulled out of her and fell to the side releasing the cock in his ass. The other sister was not done yet so she took the cock off and strapped it to her sister.
Harry had gotten dressed while the two sisters continued fucking. Harry slipped out of the room, went back to Gryffindor town, and sat by the fire. “Harry, Harry wake up.” Harry had fallen asleep sitting in the chair. Ginny was shaking him awake and asked him where he’d been. Harry told her he was just searching the room of requirement all morning. It was now closing on lunch and Ginny just sat on his lap before they went and ate. When lunch came, Harry was starving this time and they walked down to the great hall together.
They sat down across from Hermione and Ron waiting for the food to arrive. Harry could already smell the pumpkin pies baking for the feast tonight. After eating, they all went to the room of requirement to do some more searching. Harry went first to make sure the coast was clear, to really look for the Pavarti twins, and they stepped inside. They all searched all over until diner was ready and they left. As they walked, they started talking about the Horcrux not being in there and it might be in Slytherin somewhere. They sat down and the food popped up in front of them, which consisted of turkeys, hams, casseroles, beets and stuffing along with other items. Harry ate as much as he could save some room for pies. After diner, they all went up to their common room to rest. Ginny and Ron knocked off early with everyone else but Harry and Hermione was not tired so they started talking about the Horcruxes.
Hermione and Harry were sitting across from each other talking. Hermione bent over to pick up Crookshank, who was rubbing her legs, and her top fell open. When she sat straight, again she did not seem to notice her nipple was hanging out in the open. Harry got hard right away, which made a tent in his robes. Hermione noticed right away, looked into his eyes, and followed where his glare was. She looked down and noticed her nipple hanging there but instead of covering up she, after putting the cat down, got up and down in between Harry’s legs and released his cock. Hermione put it all into her mouth and sucked on it like a pro. Bobbing her head up and down was a beautiful sit to Harry but he wanted to do something with his hands so he bent over and cupped her breasts from the sides.
Harry looked down as his cock entered and exited from her mouth. Harry grabbed he head slightly and leaned his head back, with his eyes closed, to enjoy the sensation. Hermione released his cock and removed all of her clothes. She then climbed up on Harry’s lap and sank his cock into her pussy. It was a loose fitting, but it felt, and Harry grabbed her hips and helped her up and down on it. Both Harry and Hermione threw their head back and started panting. Hermione also gave some moans every other plunge. Harry reached up and cupped her breasts, giving each nipple a twist. After a few more bounces Harry reached around and shoved his finger up her ass. Harry then grabbed her ass, with his finger still buried, and pulled her down so he could come in her.
After getting dressed and cleaned, they went off to bed. In the next couple of weeks, they had checked the room of requirements but found nothing so Harry decided to give up and try something else after the holidays. Hermione was going home for a few days and then meet up with them at the burrow on Christmas day. That would give her some time with her parents and then some time with the Weasleys.
To Be Continued.….

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