Fiction

To fall for him

Been a while since I last wrote anything, and is fairly short, quarter true, three quarters fantasy…

Late Evenings Part 15

Part XV
I got up relatively early the next day and had breakfast with the kids. I made coffee and was enjoying my second cup when Judy emerged from the bedroom. She still had her pajama pants on under her robe and went right for the coffee. She seemed to be walking a little stiffly and I asked her how she felt this morning. She said “just fine” with a gesture like everything was A OK and normal as could be.
Later that day, I was once again super horny after having thought of nothing else all day but her being fucked all night by 3 guys and eaten clean by Lola. I knew she wouldn’t be up for more today but I just needed to get off a quick load. With the kids playing outside, I spied Judy lying on the couch reading a fashion magazine. I pulled out my dick while looking at her and thinking about last night. I could tell I wouldn’t last long, so I walked over to Judy still spanking my cock. She turned her head and just looked at me. I stroked even faster and let load of stream of cum that landed right on her face, chin and shirt. I then took my cock and stuck it into her mouth and wiped off the rest of my cum on her tongue. She swallowed it and then scooped the cum off of her face and shirt and ate that as well. I put my dick back in my pants and she just kept reading her magazine.
Later that evening with the kids in bed, Judy was on the phone with her sister. I got horny again and really liked the idea of being able to blow a load on her whenever I felt like it. As she was just yammering on the phone about who knows what, I started beating my cock. She glanced over in my direction every once in while but didn’t seem to care what I was doing. I walked over to where she was sitting and started playing with her tits. When she didn’t seem to mind, I pulled up her shirt and then had her change hands with the phone as I got her top off.
She kept talking with her sister about some actress’s marital problems and I stood above her playing with her tits and jacking my cock. When her sister was talking, I stuck my dick in Judy’s mouth and she swirled her tongue around the tip. I took it out and kept stroking it in front of her. I then opened her legs and was able to get access to her pussy by sliding off her shorts and panties. I tried to rub it lightly, but she looked at me and shook her head and then went back to her conversation. I went into our bedroom and dug around in my dresser and found an old butt plug that some long ago girlfriend had bought. I then got Judy’s KY Jelly and returned to where she was sitting.
I again stood in front of her while she was talking and stroked my cock. She seemed to think that I was going to cum on her again and turned so I could unload on her tits. But then, I showed her the butt plug and her crinkled up nose and confused expression told me that she didn’t even know what it was. I let go of my dick and picked up the KY and showed her that as well. She looked on wondering what I was up to. I gave the plug a good lube and then got between her legs. She spread them apart slightly for me but put her hand over her pussy. I positioned her hips a little higher and got the plug a little higher. She was still talking to her sister and I waited for a pause on her side.
When I heard her sister’s voice, I jammed the plug right up her ass and she looked down at me with a startled expression, and then a pleasant gaze. I worked it around a little bit to make sure it was in tight and then stood up and started spanking my dick again. Judy squirmed around a little bit as she could feel the large presence of the plug in her ass and her nipples were hard. She started to breath a little deeper and had a little trouble keeping her end of the conversation up. I reached down and played with her tits and right as I was about to blow, I put my dick in front of her mouth. I could hear her sister talking and I let my cum hit right on her parted lips. She used her free hand to scoop it up and licked everything clean. I heard her sister say, “what was that?” Judy said, “oh, nothing, I’m just having a snack. Sorry about that.”
I put my dick away and went over to the couch and flipped on the TV. Judy put her shirt back on while she was still talking on the phone. Her bottoms were still off and and plug stayed in place the whole time. I heard her saying her goodbyes to her sister and I looked up as she put down the phone. She reached down with that same hand and touched the tip of the butt plug and then started to move it around. She started moaning and then moved it around more and more. After a few minutes of fucking her ass with the butt plug, she gasped and had a small orgasm. She took it out and got up and I could hear her in the bathroom so I went in to investigate. She was washing off the plug and as well as her ass that was sticky with KY Jelly. When the plug was clean, she glanced up at me with a smile and the walked into the bedroom and put it back into the same drawer all the way at the back where I had found it. She said, “I’m beat, I think I’ll head to bed” and I did the same.

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Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee
By rutger5 (An original story – Copyright 2013)
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Intro: No character development, plot, or anything like that in this story (this series really). Just a dirty sex story. So if that’s what you’re looking for you came to the right place. Enjoy!
“Is that all the packages for today Brian?” I asked the Fed-Ex delivery man as I signed electronically for the single next day package that sat on the front desk.
“Well that’s all I have for you Don. Maybe Ground will have something for the building, I’m not sure.”
“He was already here, same thing with UPS. I am so sick of those guys in their brown shorts thinking they’re God’s gift to women. Makes it harder for those of us who really are, yet we have to wear grown up pants for our job.”
“Uh okay Don, see you tomorrow,” he said shaking his head at my comments as he departed.
Just because he didn’t notice it meant nothing. I knew I was right about this but there was no sense in getting upset. It was true that they got fawning newspaper articles written about them by women reporters every year when the weather would become warmer while the only time doormen were mentioned in the press was when we might go on strike, but so what? In our quiet way we provided a greater service to the females of Manhattan, some of us quite frequently and enjoyably.
Well there was no reason to dwell on any of that I decided, especially with it being so close to lunch. One more task and then I’d have a glorious hour of freedom awaiting me. Checking the tenant registry I located the phone number of the apartment I sought and a minute later I was listening to the sound of ringing over my headset. It was on the fifth ring and I was wondering if anyone was home when it was answered.
“Hello,” came a woman’s voice and she sounded out of breath to me.
“Yes hello, this is Don in the lobby. Is this Ms. Tyler?”
“Yes it is. Good morning or should I say good afternoon Don.”
“Well it just turned noon so either way is fine ma’am.”
“What can I do for you today Don?”
“I just wanted to let you know a package has arrived for you. Its express delivery so I thought it might be important and wanted to let you know right away.”
“Thank you so much Don, I’ve been anxiously waiting for it. Is there any way you can bring it up? Normally I would send Blanca down but she’s tied up with something right now.”
Groaning inwardly I looked at my watch realizing this favor would cut into my lunch break but I resigned myself to it before answering her.
“Certainly Ms. Tyler, I’ll bring it straight up.”
“Thanks so much Don, you are a life saver. And I assure you that you’ll be well rewarded for your help.”
“No need ma’am, just doing my job.”
I informed Jose I was bringing the package upstairs then taking lunch so he could watch the desk in the interim. On the ride up to the 9th floor I recalled what Ms. Tyler had said and felt bad that Blanca had been unable to collect the box. Not only would it have saved me the trip upstairs but it was always a visual treat to see Ms. Tyler’s live in latina maid. She had worked for the rich divorcee for a little over a year by this time and she was muy caliente.
Long black hair cascaded down past her shoulders and framed her pretty face and she had the biggest doe-like brown eyes I’d ever seen. Her name was very apt for unlike many with her heritage her skin was as pale and white as the summer moon. Blanca did have the stereotypical Hispanic figure however, with a big, round ass and small, though not tiny, breasts. In short she was a living wet dream and she never failed to arouse me whenever I saw her pass through the lobby while running some errand.
Well I had no doubt I’d see her soon so there was no sense crying about it I thought as I rang the doorbell to the apartment. When a minute passed with no answer I pressed the button again when a voice came over the intercom mounted next to the door.
“Don, is that you?”
“Yes it is Ms. Tyler.”
“The door is unlocked so would you mind letting yourself in?”
“Not at all, I’ll see you in a minute,” I replied after which I opened the apartment door and stepped inside.
Classical music was what I first heard as I entered the foyer, it was Vivaldi’s Four Seasons that I believe was playing but as I closed the door behind me I heard another faint sound that I couldn’t place coming from deeper inside the apartment.
“Ms. Tyler?” I called out.
“Yes Don, we’re in the living room so can you join us here please?”
“Certainly,” I replied as I followed the sound of her voice.
The living room was large and I could only see a small part of it from my initial vantage point in the foyer. When I first entered the room I didn’t see anyone when I again heard the unknown noise prompting me to turn to the direction it came from. That section of the room was dominated by a full grand piano in front of a row of windows but it wasn’t the sight of the impressive musical instrument that caused my jaw to drop. Rather it was what was on the piano bench that had this profound effect on me.
There around ten feet away from where I stood was the maid Blanca and she was tied securely to the wooden bench and almost nude. She was on her stomach with each wrist and ankle fastened to an individual bench leg and the only piece of clothing she appeared to have on was a bright red thong with a thin strip of fabric separating and drawing attention to her firm, plump buttocks.
If that sight wasn’t enough to simultaneously shock and arouse me there was also the fact that Blanca had a number of red welts marring her fair skin from her upper back down to her ass and even some on the back of her upper legs. Even more surprising to me was who had given her those for standing next to the servant was Ms. Tyler and a cruel looking whip was in her patrician hand.
Many times I’d seen her picture in the society section of the newspaper when she attended some opening night gala or charity event dressed in the latest haute couture but I’d never before seen her like this. She had on a cinched black leather corset with matching gloves along with black bikini panties, stockings and high heel stiletto boots. Her dyed blond hair was in a severe bun and her narrow lips were painted a bright shade of crimson.
“Is that my package Don?” she asked me as I stood with my mouth agape at the scene before me. “Can you bring it here please?”
Even after she asked I remained motionless for another twenty seconds before I was able to shake free of the inertia that had taken hold of me and approach her. With a sweet smile she took the package from me before placing it on the striped back of her maid.
“Now you understand why Blanca was unable to fetch the package though I’m sure she is quite interested in what’s inside.”
“Sure and I see you weren’t kidding when you said she was all tied up before.”
Ms. Tyler gave a throaty laugh to my statement before replying to me.
“Yes, I find it necessary as well as enjoyable to discipline her on a regular basis to keep her in line and this package contains something to help with the job. Do you think you could get me my letter opener from the occasional table?”
“How about this instead?” I asked her while producing my pocket tool with a small serrated knife blade.
“Why that will work fine Don, thank you,” she said taking it from me.
Ms. Tyler bent down and using Blanca’s back like a table she deftly cut open the package. While she did my eyes darted between her smaller toned ass and Blanca’s rounder, fuller one when I noticed a wet spot in the gusset of Ms. Tyler’s panties.
“Are you enjoying the view Don?” I heard her ask and when I looked at her head I saw she was staring at me with a wicked smile on her handsome face.
“Yes I am Ms. Tyler,” I replied.
“Good, I’m glad Don and since we’re all adults if you prefer you may call me Diana here in private. Would you like to see what was in the package?” she asked but instead of waiting for my reply she lifted the item from the just opened box.
There in her gloved hand Diana Tyler held a leather riding crop which she then swung in the air a few times to test it. The crop made a whistling sound as she did and it was plain that the divorcee was no stranger to such implements and handled them expertly.
“Blanca, look what I have for you,” the woman said and after she did the bound maid managed to twist her head to look back at her employer.
When she turned I noticed a few things right off the bat. The first was that in Blanca’s mouth was a red ball gag securely fastened with a leather strap to prevent her from speaking. I also noticed her cheeks were streaked with tears from crying, from being disciplined no doubt. But what really struck me was how when her eyes gazed at Diana they revealed undisguised adoration of her employer who’d just been chastising her.
“Here you go Don and thanks again,” Diana said as she returned my pocket tool to me. “Would you be interested in watching me try out the newest item in my collection on Blanca?”
“Honestly I find the whole idea intriguing Diana, so by all means go ahead.”
“Hmmm, I knew I hadn’t misjudged you Don, you‘re my kind of man. Since she’s already received her normal allotment for today I’ll be going easy on her but it still should prove entertaining. There’s also the matter of your tip to consider. I could get something for you from my purse but I have what I believe to be a better way to reward you,” she told me after which her gloved hand reached down and rubbed the prominent bulge in my pants.
“If you mean what I think you do…”
“Oh I most certainly do Don. Why don’t you get undressed while watching me put Blanca through her paces. Then for a start I want to suck what you’re hiding in your trousers and we’ll go from there.”
“Sounds like a plan, a very good one,” I told her as my fingers began to loosen my tie.
Diana first put down the whip she’d originally held onto the piano before positioning her body right behind the rear of Blanca and raising the riding crop. She licked her lips sensuously and a second later her toned arm descended in a smooth motion. As I watched eagerly the crop left a thin red line on the white skin of Blanca’s right buttock as it kissed her soft skin there.
It must have been a stinging blow for the maid’s body flinched so powerfully that the bench she was on rolled slightly and I heard a muffled groan come from behind the gag. Without pausing the socialite divorcee raised her arm and delivered another blow, this time to Blanca’s left cheek and left a similar mark.
The maid’s taut hamstrings were the next body parts to receive the sweet kiss of the crop from her mistress and after Diana had left her mark there it was Blanca’s back that next bore the brunt. During this I had undressed and was now standing stark naked as I watched the young woman being disciplined. My excitement was great and was reflected not only in my hard cock jutting straight out from my body but also in my sweaty palms and my mouth being as dry as an Englishman’s wit.
Turning my way her smile grew wider as Diana’s eyes focused on my straining cock and a moment later she stood beside me. She playfully prodded my erection with the tip of the crop as her hazel eyes met mine causing me to groan as my hard flesh bobbed about. Her gloved finger then pressed to my lips before trailing down my body until it too reached my erection at which time her hand encircled it.
“Come,” was all she said as she led me to stand in front of the bound Blanca.
She crouched down before me and moved the bench cushion which was on the floor to near my feet and knelt there. During this time her hand had kept a firm grip on my erection and as soon as she was kneeling Diana licked my hard cock. From right above the base and continuing all the way up to my swollen crown her agile tongue traced a winding path before working its way down the other side.
Her eyes then met mine at which time she parted her lips and engulfed my head in her warm, wet mouth. My groan came from deep inside me and encouraged her as she swallowed more of my hard flesh until it reached the back of her mouth. Unlike some women she was undeterred by this and to my utter delight kept going forward, taking every inch. It was only after her lips met my body and my balls grazed her chin that she stopped.
She held that position for twenty to thirty seconds before she had to pull back, letting my cock slide out of her throat with a little gurgling sound. Her mouth released my hard flesh but as soon as she did Diana began to feverishly kiss the side of my erection, bestowing kisses up and down my full length until I wanted to scream from pleasure. Finally she moved her mouth off me but she kept one gloved hand around me. Her other hand reached out and first unfastened then removed the ball gag from Blanca’s mouth and placed it on the maid’s striped back.
“Blanca, I have a job for you,” Diana told her.
“Yes mistress?” the younger woman replied, though with her adorable accent it sounded more like mees-tress.
“I want you to open your mouth wide and suck Don’s big cock for me. Do you understand Blanca?”
The bound maid shook her head from side to side and looked at Diana with a pleading expression on her pretty face.
“Please, no. Don’t make me do this…”
“Blanca! Are you refusing my request?” Diana replied in an angry sounding voice.
“I not refuse but you know…”
“Enough. Either you do as you’re told or I’ll tan your hide so bad you won’t be able to sit for a week. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes mistress,” Blanca replied though she looked like she might burst into tears at any moment.
“You know Blanca, there are a lot of girls out there who would love to have your job. We don’t want anything to happen to make that necessary, do we?”
On hearing that Blanca appeared to be thrown into a panic though due to her bound state her options were somewhat limited. Still she violently managed to shake her head while saying “No, no, no!” at the very suggestion her mistress might discard her.
Having made her point Diana then stroked the maid’s hair like one would do with a pet while speaking much more softly to her.
“I don’t want that to happen either Blanca but it’s really up to you. All you have to do is obey me and do what I say with no arguments or protests. Now are you ready to suck Don’s cock?”
Blanca’s head moved up and down like a bobblehead doll while her pretty lips frantically mouthed the word yes over and over.
“Good girl. Do a good job and I’ll reward you later. And be careful with your teeth. Don has a very nice cock and I’d hate to see it get scraped by them.”
She patted Blanca’s head again before turning and looking up at me.
“Use her sweet mouth for your pleasure Don but understand you’re the first man she’s ever been with so she may be hesitant. It’ll be up to you to guide her, with my expert assistance of course.”
“Interesting. You say she’s never been with a man before?”
“Correct. Blanca was a sweet, innocent, church going naïf from a small town in Colombia when I sponsored her to come to America. Since then I’ve been doing my best to corrupt her and I’ve made steady progress so far. But who could blame me? Her body is built for sin, not saying prayers.”
“I must agree Diana. She does belong on her knees, but for more carnal purposes,” I said as my eyes feasted on her alluring flesh.
“Can you believe she was educated by nuns in a religious school? And she actually considered becoming one herself. Fortunately her family was poor so it became necessary for her to find work to help out with money. Now every month she sends most of her generous salary back to Colombia. But enough about that, lets get her sucking your impressive tool. Open your mouth Blanca.”
During our conversation Diana’s gloved hand had continued to stroke my rampant erection and as soon as her maid parted her lips Diana guided my cock there. It felt like paradise when I first slid between them and knowing my cock was her first gave me a perverse kind of thrill. To start with I only put my head and just below it in her wet orifice to let her adjust to me. Diana however had a different plan and she took hold of Blanca’s long raven hair and pulled it, causing her to take me deeper.
“Use your tongue on the bottom of his cock Blanca, lick it good,” she ordered the maid.
Blanca seemed determined to follow her mistress’ word to the letter and no sooner had Diana said that then I felt the maid’s tongue wriggling against the sensitive underside of my cock. I began to rock my hips slightly, doing just enough to move my cock deeper into her mouth before retreating.
“That’s it Don, feed her some hard meat. Here, take her hair,” she told me as she stood and brought Blanca’s hair towards my hand.
My fingers wrapped around the maid’s jet black hair and I tugged on it as I kept up the mini thrusts.
“Hmmm, I think you’re being too gentle with her Don. She may be a novice when it comes to fellatio but she can be a workhorse I’ve discovered. Now since its afternoon I’m going to make myself a cocktail. Would you like one?”
“Normally I don’t drink on the job but since I’m technically on my lunch break I don’t see why I can’t have one. What are you drinking?”
“I’m in the mood for a stiff vodka martini to go along with your stiff cock. And you?”
“The same,” I replied.
Diana sauntered across the room, her hips swaying provocatively with each brazen step. Taking her advice to heart my free hand seized Blanca by the back of her head and with one hand there and my right hand still holding her lustrous hair tightly I increased the speed of my thrusts. I also began going deeper, now reaching the back of her mouth with each thrust. By the time Diana returned with a martini glass in each hand Blanca was making gasping sounds from the rough mouth fucking she was receiving and there was a small pool of saliva forming beneath on the polished wood floor. Diana first kissed me before handing me a glass which forced me to release Blanca’s hair to take it.
“Oh, I love the sound a cock makes when it makes a girl gag,” she told me with a gleam in her eye.
“Well I admit I love the way it feels.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a laugh before taking a sip, “now open your mouth darling. I have a special treat for you.”
When I did Diana slipped a pill between my lips and smiled wickedly.
“What was that?” I asked while holding it in my mouth.
“Oh just a little concoction that a pharmacist friend prepares specially for me. I’m not sure of the exact formula but suffice it to say it’s like fast acting Viagra on steroids. Believe me you’ll love what it does for you, Don. Now be a good boy and swallow it down.”
I had to slow down in order to drink without spilling the liquid and as I did Diana placed her glass on a coaster on top of the piano. As soon as she had done this she moved the pillow on the floor right behind me and promptly sat there. While I drank she worked her upper body between my wide spaced legs and then with no warning Diana managed to suck one of my balls into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned with pleasure as Diana suckled on my nut while Blanca continued licking my shaft.
After a minute of this sweet torture Diana pulled her lips from me though she remained where she was. With my drink now half gone I resumed thrusting into Blanca’s mouth when I felt something thin and hard across the back of my ball sac. Before I could look down I felt it drawn around the front as well and then pulled tight. When I turned my gaze down I saw a grinning Diana had used a thin, black, plastic zip tie to snugly wrap around my low hanging balls.
“Is that too tight Don?”
“What are you doing!?”
“Oh come on, an experienced man of the world like you not knowing about such things I find hard to believe. Personally I find these to be more effective than the standard cock strap,” she replied as she drew it another notch tighter, “and when you cum you’ll thank me.”
“Well be careful! That’s very important equipment you’re handling.”
“Oh don’t worry Don. I always treat jewels with the proper respect,” she said as she removed another zip tie from her leather corset encased cleavage.
This one she wound around the base of both my cock and balls and tightened it, further imprisoning my genitals. Once she had done this Diana resumed sucking on my balls and right away I could feel the difference. It was like the nerve endings in my balls had become much more sensitive from her actions. The feeling was intensified when Diana actually lowered her head a couple of inches pulling my captive balls down with her. When she opened her mouth and released me they rose back up to their normal location where her hand took hold of them and squeezed gently causing the pleasurable signal to travel straight from there to my brain.
“Blanca I want you to bob your head on Don’s cock; and you,” she told me, “need to stand still. I think its time to watch you cum. Just let me know before you do.”
Right after saying that she again sucked one of my balls into her mouth while Blanca managed to bob her head and swallow the top half of my cock inside despite her body being bound to the bench. I just chilled as the two women did their best to push me past my breaking point and the way they were going it didn’t take much longer.
“Oh damn Diana! I can’t take any more,” I cried out as I felt the familiar feeling of impending orgasm wash over me like a tsunami.
Quick as can be Diana released my nut from her mouth as her gloved hand wrapped around my thick shaft.
“Blanca, let his cock go,” she ordered her maid who wasted no time in releasing my swollen head from her hot mouth.
Diana then stroked my cock rapidly and concentrated her effort on my head and just below, easily my most sensitive location. Since I was already about to cum nothing more was needed to bring this about. A loud grunt escaped my mouth as the first shot sailed over Blanca’s head to land on her lower back. More spurts followed as the divorcee’s hand continued jerking my hard flesh with some landing in Blanca’s hair or on her back and a couple missing her altogether to end up on the floor.
The sensation of my balls shooting while confined by the plastic ties felt almost surreal in its intensity and after no more came I was in for another treat. Diana brought my now overly sensitive cock near Blanca’s mouth at which time the Colombian cutie started to lick it. Before my mind had a chance to process this it was amplified when Diana then began to run her tongue along my cock as well.
It blew my mind to watch the two of them licking me at the same time and when their tongues met for a few seconds they entwined like serpents before both going their separate ways again, further stoking the inferno of my lust. The pill she’d given me must have already kicked in for not only didn’t I lose my erection but unless I was mistaken my cock felt and appeared thicker than before and as full of blood as I’d ever experienced in my life.
Still all good things come to an end and this was no exception. After another minute of licking, Diana stopped though at first Blanca continued her effort. Diana got to her feet and slapped my ass sharply before walking toward the couch located around fifteen feet away. On the end table next to it was a finely carved wooden box which she opened and began to search through.
“Don, would you mind rolling Blanca over this way?” she asked as she looked up a moment before continuing to rummage in the box.
Pulling my cock free of Blanca I rolled the bench in the direction of the couch. Once I had Diana smiled at me and pointed to the couch before simply saying “Sit.”
As I settled comfortably on the plush piece of furniture Diana removed an item from the wooden box and stepped behind Blanca. It appeared to be a slim vibrator constructed of pink plastic and as I watched Diana brought it to her mouth and started sucking on it. At the same time she leaned down and taking hold of Blanca’s thong she yanked it down past her full ass and left it at mid thigh.
Removing the vibrator from her mouth Diana then slid it into Blanca’s pussy causing the maid to moan. She must have turned it on right after that for a second later I heard the muffled buzz coming from the South American’s nether region which prompted a louder moan from the captive maid. Her employer fiddled with it for another few seconds as she adjusted the setting until she seemed satisfied it was at the desired speed.
After delivering a few rapid spanks to Blanca’s ass Diana moved directly in front of me. Her fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and as I watched with bated breath she rolled them down past her hips. Then bending to finish the job Diana pushed them down to her ankles before stepping free of them. She didn’t leave them there but instead wadded them into a ball and turning sideways jammed them into Blanca’s open mouth.
“Here you go for now, my little chica, just to give you a taste. In a little while I’ll let you have the real thing but first I’m going to get filled by Don’s fat cock and ride him. That should make me nice and juicy for your little, pink tongue.”
While she spoke my eyes were ogling her assets and unsurprisingly Diana’s muff was as bare as a little girl’s. Full bikini waxes are quite common in the privileged circles she travels in as many of these women prefer to be hair free in order to wear the revealing designer dresses and swimsuits they favor.
Be that as it may I didn’t get much time to look for as soon as Diana had attended to Blanca she knelt on the couch and straddled me. My rigid member throbbed with anticipation which didn’t last long, for once she was in place Diana reached down and grasped me. She guided me to her wet opening and as soon as the tip of my cock nestled between her lips she impaled herself.
“Ooh,” she exclaimed as my girth stretched her hairless pussy wide but despite her kitty being wet as a drowned kitten her descent stalled after initially swallowing the top half of my member.
Diana was too experienced a lover to let this setback slow her down any. She placed her hands on my broad shoulders to gain leverage at which time she raised her body up until only my swollen head remained inside her. While like that Diana rotated her hips for a minute before she reversed direction and plunged down, this time managing to take me deeper though not all the way yet.
My hands grabbed her narrow hips and pulled her down as I thrust upward burying my cock in her to the root. Holding her in place I pumped as fast as I could and with each thrust my bound balls hit her ass cheeks with a slapping sound. After a minute of this Diana moved her hands from my shoulders and using the thumb and forefinger of each she pinched my nipples painfully until I stopped moving and glared up at her.
“Sorry Don, I was just trying to get your attention,” she told me with a smirk on her face. “Would you mind letting me set the pace for now. Maybe later you can but I like to be in control, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
My only answer was a shrug of my shoulders but apparently satisfied she’d made her point Diana resumed her movement. She now moved at a rapid pace and once she built up a (rock) steady rhythm she leaned down so her lips could meet mine. We kissed passionately as she continued to ride me fast and hard and before long my upper thighs were wet from her leaking juices. She broke our kiss which allowed her to straighten her torso and again she rested her hands on my shoulders.
“Unfasten the top two buttons on my corset Don,” she commanded in an imperious tone that brooked no dissent.
I certainly had no problem with that for it dovetailed with my desire anyway. Since first seeing her in this corset with the top half of her bosom spilling out I’d wanted to free them and now she was giving me the chance to do so. My fingers reached up and undid one button followed by the second which was enabled me to pull the leather down enough to free her full breasts.
They were round and plump with mouth watering pink nipples perched on equally pink areolas and I wasted little time in leaning forward and flicking one with my tongue. She gasped and when my hand palmed her other breast it became a moan of pleasure.
“Ooh Don! I like! Don’t stop!” she implored not that I had any intention of doing so.
Instead I began sucking on her hard nipple while my tongue continued to lick it and she must have really enjoyed this as one of her hands left my shoulder and ran through my hair. She didn’t let this slow her any and continued to ride me hard and in fact if anything she was moving faster. During this I lost track of time and had no idea how long we’d been in this position when she began to moan louder and more often as she got close.
“Oh fuck Don,” she cried out, “don’t stop! Keep sucking me baby! Yes, yes, yes!”
With a final cry her body collapsed on mine as she achieved sexual nirvana. My mouth then left her breast to find her neck where I began to nibble until that proved too much for her sensitive nerves to take.
“Nooo, stop,” she demanded as she forced her body upright again.
Using my shoulder for support she managed to stand on shaky legs while wearing a smile a mile wide. This of course caused my still erect cock to slip from her well fucked channel. After being inside her hot, wet pussy the skin on my cock now felt cool from the room temperature but I didn’t have long to think about it.
“Oh Don, look how wet your cock is from my juices. Let’s have Blanca clean that up for you,” she said as she bent and removed her panties from the maid’s mouth.
Diana then grabbed her maid by the hair and planted her lips on Blanca’s and passionately kissed her. When she pulled back she indicated for me to feed her my cock. I rose and got in front of the young woman and a second later she began licking off her mistress’ juices. Diana wasn’t content just watching and instead moved behind Blanca and taking hold of the inserted vibrator she started to slide it in and out of her bound servant.
This had an immediate effect on Blanca who was no longer able to continue licking my cock as her mistress forced her body to orgasm. So I watched with interest as her pale face reddened and her muscles trembled like a leaf in a breeze as climax overwhelmed her. My hand reached down and worked between the bench and Blanca until my hand found her breast. It felt to be around the size of a large orange as I squeezed it, further sending Blanca’s senses reeling.
“Dios mio!” she cried out when I managed to pinch her nipple as her head shook from side to side in her passion.
Diana continued to fuck Blanca with the vibrator as the maid came down a bit from her orgasm which permitted her to resume licking my cock.
“Hmmm, are you enjoying the taste of me on Don’s cock Blanca?” Diana asked her.
“Yes mistress, I love the way you taste. You know that.”
“Soon you’ll be tasting the real thing Blanca, would you like that?”
The maid nodded her head in assent to the question, her eyes filled with hope.
“What do you say Don, has she done a good job cleaning you? Should I reward her, do you think?”
“She’s done an adequate job under the circumstances. It can’t be easy to concentrate while being fucked at the same time.”
“You hear that Blanca? Now be sure to thank Don properly and I don’t mean with words. Fuck her mouth now Don and get your cock nice and wet. And when you’re ready here’s a nice tight hole to fill.”
“Are you saying…” I began as I drove my cock deep into Blanca’s mouth when Diana interrupted me.
“Yes I am. As soon as you’re ready we can switch places. You’ll be the first man to experience her tight little pussy. She’s no longer a virgin, I popped her cherry myself but still it should be something special.”
“Sweet,” I said, “though I’m jealous of you. That must have been very enjoyable.”
“Oh it was, for both of us. I was her first so she’ll never forget me I’m sure. Are you almost ready?”
“Hell yeah!” I replied pulling my cock from her mouth, a string of her saliva hanging from it. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Diana said as she pulled the humming vibrator out of Blanca then went and sat on the couch’s edge, “now roll the bench a little closer so she can lick me at the same time.”
I pushed the bench so Blanca’s head was right between her mistress’ thighs before then crouching behind the maid.
“Blanca, I’ve given Don permission to fuck you. While he does that you are going to continue to eat my pussy; do you understand?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Don, you may begin whenever you’re ready.”
Before I did I first pushed Blanca’s face into Diana’s wet pussy and only after hearing her begin eating it did I take hold of my cock and bring it between the maid’s legs. For one torturous minute I rubbed it on the outside of her vulva to tease her until my lust got the best of me. Unable to wait longer I guided the head of my cock between her inner lips and to her opening. The vibrator had already loosened her up so it wasn’t difficult to work my head inside and due to her pussy being so wet I easily sank most of my hard length in one powerful thrust.
Her muffled moan in response was music to my ears while her tight vagina gripping me felt like a velvet glove on my engorged cock. Then I put my hands onto her ample backside to support myself and as soon as I had I jammed the last couple of inches inside her. My hips then pulled back until only my mushroom shaped head remained before I again buried my erection in her.
This time I rotated my hips while balls deep, prompting Blanca’s groans to become louder as I stretched her tiny pussy out. After loosening her a bit I started to pound her with long smooth strokes, sinking up to my bound balls with every thrust. My fingers dug into her ass while I fucked her, squeezing and kneading the flesh of her sizable ass.
“So how is she? Nice and tight?” Diana asked as her fingers tugged on Blanca’s hair to encourage her oral efforts.
“Oh hell yeah! Her muscles are squeezing me like a boa constrictor.”
“What a delightful, as well as an apt comparison Don.”
“Huh?” was all I managed as I continued to fill Blanca each time I drove my hips forward.
“Sorry,” she answered with a grin, “I guess your brain doesn’t have enough blood left to think with it all being in your big, hard cock right now. I only meant both Blanca and boa constrictors are native to South America.”
“Oh yeah, I knew that.”
“I’m so sure,” she replied sarcastically. “Blanca, don’t slow down! If doing two people is too much for you I’ll have to tell Don to stop what he’s doing. Do you want that?”
The maid’s head went side to side as way of an answer while she kept licking her demanding mistress. I guess her renewed effort convinced Diana to hold off on her threat for the moment at least, a decision I certainly welcomed. There was no way I wanted to stop screwing sweet, innocent (comparatively speaking, I mean) Blanca, not the way her little pussy felt on my hard flesh.
The toughest part for me was deciding where to look. I couldn’t stay focused on one thing with so many competing for my visual attention. It was great watching my wide cock slide in and out of her clinging lips but the sight of Blanca’s head buried between her mistress’ thighs was equally arousing. That doesn’t cover how entertaining it was to watch the changing expressions on Diana’s face as her maid’s tongue drove her insane with lust or just my delight in taking in the beauty of Blanca’s back with all the whip marks her mistress had given her. Plus once or twice I found myself appreciating the stylish décor and subdued elegance of Diana’s apartment though not to the same degree as the rest.
Suddenly my undivided attention was drawn to Diana as her moans became louder and she began to thrash her head about while pulling Blanca by the hair nearer to her bare pelvis.
“Faster darling,” she ordered the maid, “I’m so close. Use that wonderful tongue of yours. Oh yes, that’s it! Yes! I’m cumming!”
Diana let out a wail as now both her hands held Blanca to her wet sex, her eyes tightly closed from the intensity of her climax. During this I had stopped moving, transfixed by the spectacle before me. There was something so fierce and elemental about what I’d witnessed that for that brief period of time it made me forget about my own pleasure and how my cock was deep in Blanca and instead just marvel at what I was watching. The moment passed as Diana opened her eyes and released her maid’s hair and I found myself resuming my thrusts as the spell faded.
“Wait Don,” she said to me as she sat up, “it’s my turn for your cock again. Just let me thank Blanca first.”
The divorcee slid off the couch to a crouching position whereupon she took the maid by her face with both hands and passionately kissed her. Blanca mewed like a kitten as her mistress showed her appreciation and if she could’ve purred I had no doubt that she would have done so. All I know is when Diana’s lips met hers she contracted on my rigid rod something incredible and she relaxed when her mistress stood.
“Don would you do me a favor and release Blanca from the bench? She will need to be mobile for what I have planned next.”
“No problem,” I replied as I reluctantly withdrew my weapon from Blanca.
She let out a disappointed whimper as my cock slid from her and it was plain to me that she had enjoyed her first time with the real thing. Not doubting that Diana had rocked her world with her toys but there was a difference between my hard, hot flesh and imitation phalluses. The restraints were fabric strips with Velcro attached that held Blanca captive and I unfastened them one at a time until she was free.
Blanca pushed her body up so that she was sitting astride the bench, a leg on each side, at which time she began to rub her wrist. No sooner had she repeated the process with the other than Diana took hold of one of her arms and fastened one half of a set of leather restraints on her just freed wrist. Next she pulled both her arms behind her back and fastened the second in place, effectively restraining the maid again though less restrictively this time.
“On your knees Blanca,” she barked at the maid who wasted no time in kneeling next to the couch.
Diana stretched her body out on the couch then beckoned me forward. As I approached her I couldn’t help but to sneak a peak at Blanca now that she was no longer bound to the bench. Her pert breasts sat high on her chest and seemed to be begging for attention, what with their pink, hard nipples protruding proudly. My eyes then followed her curvy contours downward until reaching her mons of Venus where I noticed that unlike her mistress she had a full bush, though it was groomed neatly and clipped short.
“One knee on the couch and your other foot on the floor,” Diana directed me as she settled herself comfortably in place with one leg resting on the high back section of the couch and the other suspended in mid air.
As soon as I was in place where she wanted me, Diana reached down and took hold of my straining erection. She brought it to her hole at which point I pushed it back into her sopping pussy marveling at how she was even wetter than earlier.
“Grab hold of my leg Don and then give it to me hard,” she instructed me as her hand first let go of my cock and a second later I felt it close on my imprisoned testicles. “Do a good job now or I’ll let you know it,” she said as she squeezed my lemons.
“You are so bad,” I told her while I hooked her leg with my left arm.
“And you love it, don’t you Don?”
“I have to admit that I do and I’ve never met anyone quite like you before Diana.”
“That’s because there’s no one else like me, I’m unique!”
“Good thing too. I doubt New York could handle more than one of you.”
“How nice of you to say but let’s get a move on Don and start fucking me. I don’t want to break your balls but you know I will if you don’t get moving,” she said as she applied a little more pressure to my nuts.
That got me going, that and the fact I really wanted to cum again. It had been a while since I blew my first load and I’d fucked both women since then as well as filling Blanca’s sweet mouth with my cock. On top of that the pill Diana had given me made my cock almost painfully hard as well as extra sensitive. There was also the fact that Diana still held my captive balls in her gloved hand and was constantly stimulating them.
While I pounded her, Diana grabbed Blanca by her hair with her free hand and pulled the maid toward her breasts. No further direction was given or needed as she started sucking on her mistress’ nipple once she was close enough. While she sucked I continued pumping my hips rapidly and it became clear that between the two of us we were rocking Diana’s world.
“Ooh that’s nice Blanca, it feels sooo good. But I want you to lick my clit now because I’m getting close. Be a good little chica for me.”
The maid pulled her mouth off Diana and crawled a little further down so her mouth could reach the pussy of her mistress. It was quite a treat watching Blanca’s tongue licking the erect clit of Diana and when she sucked it between her lips the mature divorcee lost it. My driving shaft was inundated with her pussy juices as she released a gushing wave of the fluid as she came all over.
Luckily for me she didn’t crush my balls as orgasm overwhelmed her though her hand did tighten its grip somewhat on them. During her climax I kept sliding my cock deep in her with short, powerful thrusts that shook her body from the force of my movement. Blanca had also continued licking and sucking Diana’s clit during the orgasm until the older woman yanked her head back by the hair.
“Sorry Blanca, I can’t take anymore, my clit is too sensitive right now,” she told her as way of explanation when the maid looked questioningly at her mistress. “But don’t go anywhere. Unless I’m mistaken it won’t be long before Don’s cock shoots another load of his tasty cum and I want you to catch it in your mouth. Well Don, how much longer do you think?”
“Not long,” I grunted as I sank deep, “not long at all.”
My speed increased as I gave it my all while my eyes shifted between Diana and Blanca. They were both hot yet so different in looks. It was when Blanca smiled up at me as she knelt obediently on the floor that was the final straw though I can’t discount how nice Diana’s wet, shaved pussy felt on my driving cock.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” I managed to exclaim as I pulled my member from her sticky snatch.
My hand went right below the head and squeezed tight giving me just enough time to reach Blanca’s open and waiting mouth. No sooner had the head of my cock passed between her parted lips then it exploded – firing a thick rope of cum deep in her mouth which was followed by many smaller spurts.
“Blanca, don’t swallow it! Hold it in your mouth,” Diana said as she attempted to sit up.
For my part I couldn’t care one way or the other. All I knew was I was experiencing another mind blowing orgasm which was accentuated by the thin plastic ties, Diana’s hand and the better living through chemistry pill I’d swallowed. When no more cum came from me I squeezed my shaft one more time just to make sure then I staggered to my feet. Diana waited until I did this before releasing my balls from her grasp after which she pulled Blanca to her.
“Kiss me darling and share Don’s bounty,” she told the maid and as I watched the two women kissed and no doubt passed my salty spunk back and forth.
Finally Diana stood over her kneeling servant who had her head tilted back and her beautiful mouth open allowing her mistress to release a white glob of semen and saliva inside.
“Be a good chica and swallow that down,” she told her maid who complied immediately.
Since the maid’s hands were bound behind her Diana helped her to her feet before turning and fixing her gaze upon me. I stood close by as my body recovered from my last orgasm but in spite of my carnal exertions my erection remained as rampant as if I hadn’t cum twice already. It had to be the pill because there was no way I should still be raring to go after what had occurred but I wasn’t complaining.
“Sit back down on the couch,” Diana told me, “so Blanca can ride that big cock. Would you like that chica?”
“Yes mistress, please,” Blanca replied in a soft voice but it was clear from the look in her eyes that she wanted to ride the pony.
No sooner had I sat than the maid knelt astride me. Diana leaned down and reaching between Blanca’s thighs she wrapped her hand around my erection. A moment later she guided me to Blanca’s wet pussy and once she had me in place the maid sank down onto me, taking it to the root. She let out a little moan as I bottomed out and I could feel her tight muscles squeeze me like a vise. The next thing that happened was I heard the sound of leather meeting flesh and looking up I saw Diana standing behind Blanca with the riding crop in her hand and a wild look in her eye.
“Ride him Blanca! Faster!” she ordered her servant as she repeatedly lashed her.
Between my cock splitting her wide and her mistress whipping her Blanca was in a frenzied state and when my mouth found her breast for the first time and latched onto her erect nipple she went crazy.
“Oh yes! Fuck me! Beat me! I love it, oh I love it! Don’t stop, please!” she wailed in her charming accent as our actions pushed her to what appeared to be an earth shattering orgasm.
Her body was trembling uncontrollably and her head sank onto the top of mine as I sucked on her tasty nipple and I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching on me. Sometime during this Diana had ceased disciplining her maid and from the corner of my eye I saw her going through her box of toys on the nearby table. Ignoring her for the moment I began to thrust upward into Blanca, who’s muscles seemed to be no longer obeying her as her body sprawled awkwardly on mine.
Each time I jammed my cock deep in Blanca she let out a little whimper which spurred me ever onward. It was after a particularly energetic thrust of mine made Blanca’s head move sideways that I saw what Diana was up to and if I hadn’t seen how nuts she was already I would have been shocked. Girded about her hips was a leather harness which had a fairly long dildo protruding from it. As I watched she applied a generous amount of lubricant to the device while her eyes stayed locked on Blanca’s hot latina ass.
Once she was satisfied it was fully coated she climbed on the couch directly behind her maid’s behind. She first delivered a sharp smack to Blanca’s already striped ass, then pushed the maid even closer to me so her body and mine were pressed together. She then leaned in and spoke into her servant’s well shaped ear.
“I hope you’re ready Blanca because you’re in for it now,” she told her and I gathered Blanca felt the dildo press into her butt for her eyes showed sudden fear. “I’m going to fuck your big ass while Don is fucking your tight, little pussy. What do you think about that?”
“Please mistress, no. Its too much I think.”
“Nonsense Blanca, you’re just being a baby. I don’t want to hear any more talk like that. Don, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure what do you need Diana?” I replied as I ground my hips into Blanca.
“Would you mind spreading her big ass? It would make things a lot easier for me that way.”
“No problem,” I said as my hands took hold of her ample ass cheeks and pulled them far apart.
Blanca let out a frightened whimper when I did this and it morphed into something louder as Diana forced the dildo head inside her asshole with no mercy. Once she accomplished this she stopped pushing and instead stroked the maid’s raven tresses while speaking softly to her.
“Relax chica, I’m not going to hurt you – too badly. Don’t I always take care of you and make you cum?”
“Yes mistress,” she sniffled in reply.
“And I’ve fucked your ass before – damn, I practically own it! So what’s your problem?”
“I’m just scared. I never had it like this before, two people in me at the same time. Before today you’ve been the only one I‘ve been with, until Don. I’m sorry mistress.”
“That’s okay my darling, I forgive you” Diana told her as she slid deeper into Blanca’s back tunnel.
Blanca moaned as Diana filled her but so did I for I could feel the dildo sliding against my rigid cock with only her membrane separating us. It felt wonderful to me and made Blanca’s already tight pussy feel that much tighter on my swollen erection. After she had worked the whole flexible length inside her maid, Diana took my hand in hers as our eyes met.
“Hmmm, so how does that feel Don?”
“Fucking great Diana, what else can I say.”
“Here’s the plan, I want us to fuck her in sync, so when I squeeze your hand then you thrust, okay? If we’re able to build a rhythm then I won’t have to keep squeezing your hand but I want us filling her slutty little holes at the same time.”
“Its all good,” I replied after which Diana squeezed my hand.
We both began to slide in and out of the bound maid and we were able to time our movements for the most part with only a few minor glitches. It was easier for Diana to move freely due to her location on top of the pile but I did a more than adequate job from underneath of pumping Blanca’s pussy. All I knew was that it felt incredible to be fucking her tight hole plus I was being doubly stimulated by Diana doing the same to her ass with the dildo.
By this time Blanca was useless as far as moving her body voluntarily, she was just a helpless fucktoy for our depraved lust. Not that she wasn’t having a good time herself. I lost track of how many times she cried out in my ear that she was cumming and it felt as if she leaked a gallon of vaginal fluids onto my cock and thighs as I filled her. After a particularly noisy climax I felt Diana slide out of Blanca’s ass before standing.
“Don I want you to get up for a minute and take Blanca with you,” she instructed me while she reached back and unbuckled the harness before letting it slide from her hips to land on the floor with a clatter.
“All right, just hold on a second while I catch my breath,” I replied to her before speaking to Blanca. “Are you ready baby? When I stand, wrap your legs around me. Okay?”
She nodded yes at which time I wrapped one arm around her waspish waist while placing my other hand on the armrest of the couch for support. Pushing down I struggled to my feet while lifting Blanca with me and being the obedient little sub that she was her legs hooked around my waist. Once standing I moved my hand from the couch to her ass to help hold her in place. I admit I was caught off guard when Blanca leaned in and began to smother my mouth with hot kisses.
“Well Don, it appears like you have a new best friend,” I heard Diana say before laughing. “So Blanca, do you like Don and his big, hard cock?”
The maid stopped kissing me and turned to her employer.
“Si, I mean yes mistress. He is nice and he makes my pussy feel good.”
“You’re right there, he is very talented although I’m not quite so sure he’s nice. Not that it matters really.”
“Hey I’m standing right here while you’re talking about me,” I said as my arms raised and lowered Blanca on my erection.
“Yes I know and I need you to do something if it’s not too much trouble,” Diana replied as she dramatically cast herself onto the couch before stretching languidly.
“What is it?” I asked her as I continued to move Blanca’s body up and down my shaft.
“Put her on top of me in a sixty-nine. But don’t worry Don, this is going to work out great for you, trust me.”
“All right,” I told her before catching Blanca’s eye, “sorry sweetie but you heard your mistress. Its time for us to stop, at least for a little while.”
“I said to trust me and that goes for Blanca too. In no time you’ll be fucking like rabbits again.”
With that ray of hope to look forward to I lifted her body up until my cock slid free causing her to whimper in disappointment. Next I lowered her body so her big ass rested on the armrest of the couch at which time her legs unwrapped from around me. Then with my help she was able to kneel astride Diana’s head. Since her hands were imprisoned behind her back I guided her upper body down until her head was resting on the top of Diana’s thigh within licking distance of her delectable pussy.
“Bravo Don and now your reward. Kneel behind Blanca but before you put that big cock back in her let me suck on it a minute.”
“Now you’re talking sense,” I said as I scrambled onto the couch.
Placing one knee beyond Diana I left my opposite foot on the floor so I was straddling them both. Before I was even fully in place Diana grabbed my cock and angled it so that her mouth was able to slide onto it, swallowing the head initially. As she inched upwards taking more of my swollen flesh into her mouth her tongue lashed my head repeatedly. For less than a minute she drove me crazy doing this before pulling her head from me.
“Okay Don, time to feed her your cock and Blanca are you waiting for an engraved invitation? Start licking my pussy!”
The maid had begun to eat out her mistress when my cock entered her tight tunnel causing her to stop for a second but she quickly recovered and resumed licking Diana. I pounded sweet Blanca as hard as I could but within a few minutes Diana pulled my cock from her maid’s pussy. She again sucked on my head but this time just long enough to get the taste of Blanca before her mouth released my erection.
“Hey Don, I know you’re enjoying fucking her pussy but what do you think about putting it in her hot, tight ass?”
“I think that’s a great idea Diana.”
“Well then why not do it. I already loosened her up for you so get going.”
That was something I didn’t to need to hear twice. All I had to do was shift my body slightly and my cock head was rubbing her little brown hole. Since Diana had just been fucking her there moments before once my head touched her back hole it opened up allowing me to work my head inside. Since I was wider than the dildo had been her body resisted me a bit when Diana took hold of my shaft by the base.
“Fuck her ass Don! Give it to her good and hard,” she told me as her hand moved down and again took possession of my restrained balls. “And why not grab her arms for leverage while you fuck her? I think that would be so hot.”
Hmm, Diana certainly made a good point there I thought to myself. My hands seized Blanca’s upper arms right above her elbows and seconds later I forced my cock deeper in her ass. At the same time Diana took hold of Blanca by the back of the neck to hold the maid’s head near her pussy. It took me a few thrusts to get up to full speed but within a minute my entire length was sliding into her tight back channel.
While I built up a rhythm Diana released my balls and instead jammed two of her fingers into Blanca’s pussy and started to finger fuck her. Somehow through her moans Blanca continued to tongue her mistress, her nimble pink tongue licking both clit and swollen lips with each pass. Just when I thought things couldn’t get crazier Diana surprised me again.
“Don, put it back in her pussy for a minute,” she instructed me.
With a groan I slid from Blanca’s ass at which time Diana guided me back into her maid’s wet pussy. My balls slapped into her clit as I buried myself, then I paused with my full length inside her for a minute before I resumed pumping. After a couple of minutes of this Diana tapped my leg making me look down at her.
“Ooh, let me taste Blanca on you,” she said, her eyes ablaze with lust, “then after that you can fuck her fat ass again.”
Once more I pulled out of Blanca allowing Diana to take my cock back into her hot mouth. She took me to her mouth’s limit with each movement of her head until I was dripping wet from her saliva at which time her mouth released me. Her hand guided me to Blanca’s back door and this time my cock slid all the way in with no difficulty.
Diana again pushed two fingers in Blanca and resumed fingering her as my speed increased until I was pumping as fast as I could. With her back channel squeezing me even more than her pussy had I was in pervert heaven. Watching Blanca lick Diana as she frigged the maid in return only made things more exciting and when the divorcee managed to suck one of my balls into her warm mouth it proved too much for me to take.
As her tongue ran along the wrinkled skin I froze in place as I felt another orgasm overwhelm me. I cried out from a combination of pleasure and relief as my balls released what little cum remained in them deep up Blanca’s ass. While I came Diana continued sucking on my captive ball, prolonging and intensifying my pleasure until finally she released it and let her head fall back onto the couch.
Not surprisingly when I slid my overworked cock from Blanca her mistress grabbed it and brought it to her own mouth. It proved too much for me to take when she sucked on the sensitive head and I was forced to pull it from her mouth before my brain exploded from the sensation. It was while I did this that my eye happened to notice the time on my watch and I realized I had stayed well beyond my lunch hour.
“Fuck!” I grunted as I scrambled off the couch.
“Something the matter?” Diana asked looking my way though I noticed her fingers continued to fill Blanca’s well used pussy as she spoke.
“Only that my lunch hour has become my lunch ninety minutes,” I replied as I hurried to get dressed.
“Sorry about that Don,” she answered after which she pulled her fingers from Blanca and rolled the maid off her toward the back section of the couch before she sat up.
On somewhat unsteady legs Diana then stood and reached into her toy box and emerged with a pair of nail cutting scissors.
“Come here Don and let me remove those from you,” she told me as she brandished the scissors in her gloved hand.
“You’re going to be careful with those, aren’t you? Very delicate equipment we’re talking about.”
“No I’m going to cut off your cock with them,” she replied sarcastically before continuing. “What do you think Don, that I’d do anything to hurt that beautiful cock of yours? Really! Besides they’re not big enough to do much damage so come here and stop being such a baby.”
Luckily after my last orgasm I had shrunk a little which allowed her to slip a blade under the plastic tie and snip it fairly easily. She did the same with the tie that circled both my cock and balls freeing me.
“See, no problem,” she said as she shook her head at me as if to say you were worrying for nothing.
“Yeah thanks,” I told her as I pulled my pants up.
While I continued to dress Diana sat back next to Blanca and pulled her close. When she did the maid leaned in and whispered into her mistress’ ear. As she did I noticed they were both staring at me intently and when Diana said something back to Blanca the servant’s face turned bright red but she nodded.
“Don, before you leave I have something to say that you might find of interest. Dear Blanca just reminded me that this weekend I’m going to stay with my daughter in Westchester to visit her and my grandson. Now while that doesn’t concern you, there is the problem of what to do with little Blanca. As you may have noticed she is quite submissive and that extends beyond sexually but carries over to all aspects. She is much happier when she is being told what to do but since I won’t be here she will have no direction. If I was only going to be gone for a night I’d simply have her polish my shoes or some such mundane task. However with me leaving Friday and not returning until Sunday night I think something more is necessary. Interested?”
All of a sudden I found I wasn’t quite so concerned about being late as I turned their way.
“So you’re looking for lack of a better term a Blanca-sitter for the weekend?”
“Precisely. So what do you say? I assure you that Blanca will be glad to do whatever you like for the duration, won’t you chica?”
She nodded as her big brown eyes looked at me with a pleading expression.
“Sure, why not? I’m always happy to help out a lady or ladies as the case may be.”
The look on Blanca’s pretty face was almost all the thanks I needed but we all knew I’d think of many other ways for her to express her gratitude before the weekend was over.
THE END
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Money Talks: Part 2

I was completely taken aback from what I had just heard. This guy? Seriously? This scroungy, Italian slob was the head honcho around here? I mean just look at the guy! He was wearing a scuffed up leather jacket with patches on the back in a few places. He had on a pair of stained slacks that looked like they had been pissed in. His hair was greasy, he smelled like cheap cologne, and had scars, cuts and bruises all over his face. To put it plainly he looked like he had seen better days. It’s a good thing I kept all of my thoughts to myself because the next thing he did scared me a little.
“Hey, kid, are you looking for any work?” he asked as he pulled out a gun. It was a .44 magnum. I only knew that from playing countless video games my whole life. In real life, I had never even seen a gun up close. My mother hated guns and never let my dad have one. I bought an airsoft gun once, but my mom caught me with it and nearly beat me to death. I took the gun from his hand and just kind of held it out, like it was a diseased cat or something. It was heavy for it’s size.
“That depends, what kind of work did you have in mind?” I wondered out loud. He had a smug look on his face. It looked like he had a plan, and just for saying anything I was immediately going to be a part of it.
“We’re gonna go find the guy who shot me last night. Then we’re gonna fuck him up. Understand?” I stood there bewildered that he just explained that I was about to be an accomplice to an assault, or possibly murder.
“What… happens if… I don’t want to?” I replied shakily. I had a feeling that I already knew.
“Well, I would thank you for your help and be on my way. But that would be your only warning. If you cross the Union again, I’ll have to personally smash your fucking skull in.” he added that last part with a grin. He could easily imagine curb stomping me in the middle of the strip. I weighed out my options and decided to take the one that didn’t involve me being an example for anyone else who crossed him and his “Union” whatever the fuck that meant. The last I remember, a Union is a group of people who work directly for the government, not smash people’s skulls in.
“I’m in Mr. Morrietti. When do we start?”
“That’s my boy! What a good guy! A regular Mensch! As soon as the doctor says I can go, you and me will take the car to my place and get some… uh… supplies. Yeah that’s a good word for it, ‘supplies’. Anyways, after we get said, ‘supplies’, you and me are gonna go down to his place on Jefferson and ice that cocksucker!”
I sat there and waited with my new boss for the doctor to walk in. I learned a lot about him, and told him pretty much everything about me. I told him where I was from and why I was here. All of my skills and my plan to get rich quick. He said that I reminded him of himself when he was just starting out. When he was 16 he ran away from home in Italy and got on a boat to America. He lived with his Uncle in New York for a while before being “Assigned” to work here. He used finger quotes around the word “assigned” like he was forced to be here or something. I asked him some more about it but he wouldn’t say anything.
“Alright Tony, your good to go. Just stay away from those assholes what shot ya.” the doctor advised. Tony thanked him with a hug and by slipping a couple hundred dollars in his shirt pocket. I wasn’t too sure if he was a real doctor or not. We walked out to the parking lot and a young man in a nice suit pulled up in the Audi. He stepped out, took Tony’s hand and kissed the ring on his finger. Tony patted his face and gave him some money too.
“Wanna drive again Johnny Boy?” he asked. I didn’t answer, I held the passenger door open for him and then hurried over to the driver’s side. I couldn’t wait to be behind the wheel again. There’s nothing that gets the testosterone going like doing 80 in a 25mph zone and not get caught. Well, I can’t say that. There were plenty of cops, but when they saw that the car speeding down the strip was Tony’s, they looked the other way. This was the life I wanted to live.
“Alright, now your gonna take a left here and go on ’til you see a billboard for a strip joint, then you take the next right.” I followed his directions and squealed around the corner of his street.
“This one’s mine.” I pulled up to the curb in front of the massive hotel. The valet came up and took the keys from me and parked it in the underground lot. We walked inside and everyone cheered for him. A man in a red suit and slick, black hair greeted us at the front desk.
“Benvenuto, Mr. Morrietti! How-a are you? Did you make it back from the hospital okay?” he smiled at us and held out his hand. Tony grinned and shook his hand.
“Jus’ fine, Charlie, Jus’ fine. Charlie, I want to introduce you to my newest apprentice. This magnificent bastard is Johnny Boy. He’s the guy who drove me to the hospital. Just ran out into the road and helped me to my car. Doc says if he didn’t do what he did I woulda died.”
“Did he now?” he grinned at me. “How’s it hanging, Johnny Boy?”
“I’m good, Charlie. Thanks for asking.” I didn’t even bother being professional. I felt at home here. It was like I found a place where I belonged. Tony and I walked over to the elevator and he pushed the button marked “Penthouse”. We flew up the elevator shaft to the 35th floor and stepped out. The place was massive. There was a pool out on the roof, a huge flat screen TV on the wall and it smelled like delicious Chicken Scampi.
“Welcome home Johnny. I got 6 bedrooms in this place and I want you to take one. We don’t want a member of the Union living in a dump of a place like that motel you were in last night.”
“Are your sure? Thanks Mr. Morrietti!”
“Hey, enough with that ‘Mr. Morrietti shit. Just call me Tony, okay? Or Fat Tony. Your not one of those money-grabbing cunts downstairs. You work for me, right? Well you’ll get your money just like them but you’ll make a helluva lot more. You’ll actually work for it not, ‘I parked your car for ya Mr. Morrietti! Can I have some money to start my own hair salon?’. Understand?”
“Yeah, I got it Tony. Thanks again for the work. I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do on my own. If it wasn’t for you I would be on the streets in a week.” he smiled and patted me on the back.
“Well, my young protege, let’s get to work.” We walked over to his huge bookcase by the TV. It had to have had at least a thousand books on its shelves. He pulled out the novella, “Of Mice And Men” by John Steinbeck and a clicking sound was heard. It was like some kind of 007 movie or something. The bookcase swung open to reveal a large weapon cache. I could name all the guns in there if I wanted to. He reaches up and pulls a Winchester SXP Defender Pump-Shotgun off the rack to make sure that it was loaded. He grabbed a couple shells and put them in his pocket.
“Ya still got that piece I gave you?” he asked. I almost forgot the colds steel pressing against my lower back. I raised up my shirt and pulled the gun out from between my belt and my pants.
“Yep. Still got it.”
“Good. Let’s put this scumbag in the ground.” The following couple minutes were a complete blur. We got into the car and drove to Jefferson Street. It was definitely the ghetto of the city. There were broken down houses and gang members everywhere. I was surprisingly calm for a man about to go kill some guy. I think it was the music. The whole ride we were listening to Frank Sinatra. Another thing me and Tony have in common. We know the difference between good music and the shit that’s on the radio these days. Right about the time Ole Blue Eyes was done singing about getting kicked in the head, Tony pointed out the guy in the middle of a basketball court with a bunch of other guys. They were picking up their stuff and saying their goodbye’s as they broke apart.
“That’s the guy. It looks like they just finished their game. I want you to follow him home and blow his brains out on the front door. Got it?”
“Yeah… sure, Tony.” I was terrified. We slowly followed behind the guy about 5 car lengths. As he was walking I was almost positive he knew we were there. He finally walked up the steps to his house and that’s when I parked the car. I got a sudden rush of adrenaline. Even though I was scared shitless, my body just acted on its own. I jumped out of the seat and ran, balls out toward the guy. I caught up with him before he could even pull out his keys. I hit him on the back of the head with my gun. He crumpled in a pile on the porch. He looked up at me, the barrel of a gun pointed at his head.
“No man, don’t do it!” he was petrified. So was I. I said the first thing that came to my mind. It was a saying from a Mafia movie.
“The Don sends his regards.” I aimed the gun between his eyes, looked away, and squeezed the trigger.

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Long Lost Friend

Brie and Jason hadn’t seen each other for almost 15 years, not since they were teenagers at school. She was nervous about contacting him again. What was she supposed to say? Let him into her deepest darkest secrets about why she really ran away? He had, afterall, once been her best friend. But now, things were so different. She had children and a failed marriage, and she had no idea what he was like now. She typed his name into the search box. Wow there were alot of Jason Masters on this website. As she scrolled through the pictures, she remembered their childhood spent together, camping in the back garden, paddling in the stream and picking blackberries. Suddenly, there it was. His picture. She couldnt forget his features, his dark eyes and scar on his cheek from falling out the tree that time. She clicked ‘add as friend’. All that she had to do know was wait. And boy, what a wait it was!
3 weeks later she checked her messages and found one from Jason. Just a general message. As she flicked through his photographs there was no significant woman, no children, just Jason. Gorgeous Jason. As she replied to his message she was getting butterflies in her stomach. For the next couple of weeks, their messages were flying back and forth, becoming increasingly flirty. Jason suggested they meet up, and catch up properly. As luck would have it, Brie’s job was taking her to her old town where Jason still lived for a few days. They arranged a date for dinner, and soon it was upon them.
Brie felt stupid. She was going to dinner with her oldest friend. It was dinner with a friend, not a potential boyfriend. Still, she was nervous and didnt know what to wear. She treated herself to some sexy underwear and a short, floaty summer dress that showed off her cleavage and legs.
She waited outside the restuarant, and as soon as she saw Jason her legs turned to jelly. He was gorgeous, he had definately turned into a fine man. And he didnt think she was half bad either. If only she had known how hard her pictures had got him, and how many times he had wanked thinking of her lips around his cock. Seeing her in the flesh again brought these feelings to light and he could feel himself getting aroused, and it didnt go unnoticed. Brie had seen the bulge in his trousers grow and it made her moist.
Dinner flew by, the conversation flowed, as well as the wine. They had forgotten their nerves and the fact that they hadn’t seen each other for almost half their lives. Halfway through their dinner, Brie had whispered to Jason that she had decided against wearing knickers that evening, this instantly made his penis spring to attention again. He told her how turned on she made him, and she slipped her foot from her shoe and gently stroked his cock with her foot.
By the end of dinner it too much for both of them. Brie invited Jason back to her hotel, but he didnt want to take advantage. She offered to get on her knees and beg. This was enough to convince him. The taxi ride back to the hotel was hell, both of them wishing the driver would hurry up and get them there so they could satisfy their hungry needs.
Back at the hotel, they pretty much ran to her room. As soon as they were inside, he pushed her up against they wall, kissing her roughly on the mouth. She fumbled with his belt and zip. He pulled her dress up around her waist and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He lowered her down onto his big hard cock, and fucked her hard against the wall. Damn her juicy wet pussy was tight, felt amazing around his shaft. He grabbed her tits and sucked on her nipples greedily. She was biting on his neck which was turning him on so much. Jason carried Brie over to the bed, layed her down and started pumping her wet cunt. Then they rolled over so she was riding him hard. Her breath was catching and she knew she was going to cum. He told her to wait for him, it wouldnt be long. Soon, they both shuddered to an amazing orgasm. Her juices flowed over his cock, and she could feel him shoot deep inside of her.
She climbed off, and started sucking his cock, licking up their mixed cum at the same time. She turned around so her wet mound was in his face. He started to lap at her pussy tasting their cum. His tounge felt amazing darting over her clit, he certainly knew how to drive her wild! He flipped her over and drove his hard cock into her pert arse. She yelped in pain as he took her by surprise, but soon she was getting into it. Jason pulled her hair as he was fucking Brie’s bum. She begged him to fill her up again. He reached around and grabbed at her breasts. He slipped out of her bum and straight into her pussy which was nice and tight again. The friction of his long hard shaft against her was almost too much to bear. Jason was close to cumming. He started moaning loudly, slowing down, breathing deep in her ear. As he filled her pussy once more, it was enough to push her over the edge and she let out a whimper as she felt herself cum. They colapsed on the bed, both completely knackered, their breathing heavy.
The next thing Jason knew, it was 6.30am; they had fallen asleep where they had colapsed after their amazing sex. He gave Brie a tender kiss goodbye, and told her he’d ring her. She was convinced he wouldnt, that the night before had just been a one off, but he promised her.
Later that day Brie returned to her town. She didnt know whether to play it cool and wait for Jasons call, but truth be told she was panicking. Why hadnt he rung her by now? She didnt need to worry about anything though. The following evening, there was a knock at her door. She opened it and there stood her Jason. He told her he couldnt get her out of his head. She felt the same, grabbed him, kissed him hard, and told him to take her to bed.

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Frozen Coke

“Smile.”
“I don’t see that happening. Besides, I’ve had 3 consecutive years of foul grimaces. I’m going for the school record.”
The photographer flashed him a tired smile and activated the flash and shutter just as his grimace took on epic proportions of evil.
“Just out of curiosity, mind you, what IS the school record?”
“23 years I think.”
The photographer laughed.
“You’ve got a ways to go. You sure you can be surly for that long?”
The teacher picked up his keys from where he dropped them under the stool.
“Surly isn’t the problem. Getting the sad, pathetic goatee just right so I look like my own evil twin is the hard part. I couldn’t grow plants on a Chia Pet let alone hair on my face.”
“Like Evil Spock or Garth Knight from Knight Rider, right?”
He laughed as he was walking down the stairs.
“EggZACTly. Try not to lose your sanity.”
She giggled again as she changed the film cartridge in preparation for the next group of students already entering the auditorium like a herd of wild, well, teenagers. She watched his butt wiggle once in his jeans and then got back to her camera. As he mounted the steps to exit the auditorium, he turned to look at her once more and then shook his head.
“Wow.”
He was sitting, feet up on the corner of his desk, reading when he saw her walk by his room. He tried to jump up which given his current position was just a recipe for a hernia, but he managed to get out of his chair without any major damage to his abdomen and dash to the doorway to get a glimpse of her shapely skirt-clad backside exiting the door to the school. He half-walked, half-jogged to the doorway and yelled after her.
“Hey!!! I’m smiling now.”
She turned to see him hanging out the door trying not to appear too eager. She laughed and shook her head.
“Naw. It’s no good now. The light’s all wrong. My equipment is all packed up. You’re about to fall flat on your face.”
He had time for a startled WHUH?? before the doorstop slipped loose, and he gracelessly tumbled to the rubber shoe mat. Laughing, he got up and brushed himself off as she walked over to him.
“Are you alright?”
He nodded gravely.
“A couple of years of intensive therapy, and I should at least walk again. I’m not so sure about what else I’ll be capable of.”
She caught the twinkle in his eye in spite of the dour expression on his face.
“I just happen to be a licensed tumble therapist.”
“No kidding. That must have taken you years to master.”
“10 years of blood, sweat, tears, and bloodstained tumbling mats.”
He grimaced and giggled.
“Ewwwww. All I get out of that are images of what COULD have happened to Kerri Strug on that vault.”
She looked at him and shook her head. He saw the look and give her his best doofy smile.
“I’m not gonna ask for a private sitting if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not into Candid Cameras.”
She laughed and swatted him on the arm.
“Good, I don’t think I can hook a microscope up to my camera setup at home.”
He laughed loudly and got down on one knee.
“Marry me.”
“No.”
“Get engaged to me?”
“Didn’t I already answer that?”
“Shit…Go out on a date then?”
She jerked her hand out of his.
“That I can do. Pick me up here at eight.”
She filled his empty palm with a business card. He pocketed the card.
“My name’s Michael.”
“Mine’s on the card.”
He giggled as she turned around.
“Mistress Vexa. Dominatrix for all your submissive needs.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and did an admirable job of a fake blush.
“Dammit, I gave you the wrong card. I mean, that was a friend’s. I’m just uhhhhhhh holding it for her.”
He laughed again as she turned to jump into her truck. As she drove by him, he yelled.
“Wear something with kneepads. I want to show you my tumbling routine!”
Michael tried once and then again, and finally a third time before the stupid end of the tie sat where it was supposed to under the business end of his tie which was a pale blue covered with S-shield Superman symbols.
“Finally.”
He stood in front of the mirror and tugged the tail of the shirt up a little.
“Hope she likes the Man of Steel.”
He grabbed his keys and wallet and hopped in his car and was waiting outside her house/studio at 7:57 when she waved him in from the front door. He shut the car off and sort of half jogged up the front steps. He peered in through the screen and then opened the door when he heard her yell from somewhere in the house.
“Cmon in. I’ll be out in a minute. You can check out some of my shots in the showroom to the right.”
“’Kay. Don’t forget the kneepads.”
He heard her snicker as he walked into the showroom. The wall was covered in a tasteful display of seascapes and lighthouses with the occasional portrait thrown in. One small picture caught his eye. It was a stream of some kind of pop just falling into a glass. It was so out of genre compared to what else was there that it drew his attention like a magnet. He heard her walk in behind him and turned to see her pinning her left earring on. He indicated the photo with a nod of his head and a raised eyebrow.
She got his gesture and giggled.
“Oh, I was trying to make a living as an ‘artiste’.”
She made the invisible quote marks with her hands.
“I’ve since learned that taking pictures of things I like and things that actually make money is much more conducive to health and happiness.”
“So why-“
“Keep it? To remind me what’s important.”
He nodded and smiled at her.
“You look wowsers. Zowie even.”
She giggled again.
“Well at least your compliments are unusual as well as cryptic. That means I look ok?”
He laughed.
“Yes. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning…pick one.”
“(d) All of the above.”
Michael laughed again.
“I figured you might appreciate a little teacher humor.”
“Very little teacher humor.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“So where we going?”
He shrugged.
“If there’s someplace you’re fond of, we go there. If not, I know just the place.”
“Lead on, MacDuff.”
Michael squinted at her.
“I teach math. Kindly confine your humor to mathematics related topics.”
She giggled.
“There isn’t anything funny about math.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Very well. Carry on. So, any place you have your heart set on?”
She shook her head as he opened the car door for her. He snaked his hand down past her and threw his baseball mitt in the back seat.
“Sorry. Forgot to move it after the game last night.”
She slipped past him and the delicate scent of her hair wafted by his nose.
“Hey hey. Pantene!!!”
She laughed as he closed the door and jogged around to his side.
She did a model hair flip as he buckled himself in.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
“Hate you…because you’re beautiful? Hmmmmmm. Let me think. Beautiful AND funny, or just funny. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmm. Ok I won’t hate you.”
“Where we goin’?”
“You’ll see.’
“This isn’t one of those kidnap the sexy photographer movies is it?”
He shook his head gravely.
“Oh no. I think that plot is a little played out and cliched, don’t you?”
She giggled and made a mock brush with her hand across her forehead as if to wipe away nervous sweat.
“Whew. I was getting worried.”
“Oh wait. Is that the one where the dashingly handsome and devastatingly witty teacher kidnaps a beeyoutiful photographer and takes her to dinner?”
Donna shook her head seriously.
“No. It’s not that one.”
Michael giggled.
“Damn. He nails her in that one.”
Donna mock sneered and him and gave him a wicked ‘hmph’. Michael giggled again, and Donna joined him. Much witty banter, light sexual innuendo, and a shared order of Carlos Murphy’s Nachos and Monster Cookie later, they were fast becoming more than friends. As Michael put his car in Park in her driveway, he turned to her.
“Call me impulsive—
“I’d rather call you late at night when I’m really lonely.”
“Whoa. Ummmm. Damn, you derailed that train of thought.”
Donna giggled wickedly.
“I can be so naughty.”
Michael snickered and adjusted himself.
“Let me deal with a blood flow issue in my pants and finish my question.”
Donna stared pointedly as Michael wiggled trying to relieve sudden pressure.
“Anyhoo, assuming the weather is spiffy tomorrow, would you like to spend the day at the beach on Lake Michigan? I know this great little beach that I’m sure you’ll love.”
“Are we clairvoyant now?”
“I dunno about you, but I am. It’s got a beautiful lighthouse, a wicked set of cliffs with crashing waves, and a cute little sorta secluded beach.”
“You said the magic word.”
“Secluded? Sure you can go topless. I won’t mind.”
“No, you dip. Lighthouse. Pick me up at 8 tomorrow morning.”
“Woo hoo.”
“You’re not one to hide your feelings.”
Michael snickered.
“Well duh. How many dates have you had that pointed out a trapped erection and asked you to wait while he adjusted it?”
Donna pondered that.
“True. You’re the first.”
Michael flexed a bicep.
“Who’s your daddy?”
Donna shook her head and leaned over to give a quick kiss on the lips followed by a nip on his lower lip.
“I had fun tonite, teacher-boy. 8 am sharp.”
“I had fun too. Wear something see-thru.”
Donna giggled and slipped out of the car with an extra tushy wiggle thrown in for good measure. Michael blew her a kiss and backed out of the driveway.
At 7:58 am, he pulled into her driveway. She was sitting on her front step wearing a tight Powerpuff Girls t-shirt and white cotton shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a co-ed like ponytail, and she wore reflective silver sunglasses under a wide-brimmed hat. She stood up pulling a canvas shoulder bag with her. Michael watched her bounce to the car and whistled under his breath.
“Morning. Did I mention I REALLY like the Powerpuff Girls?”
Donna smiled and slid into the seat next to him.
“You’re awfully horny for 8 am.”
Michael shrugged.
“Any guy seeing what I’m seeing would be in exactly the same predicament.”
“Another blood flow problem?”
“Yup. Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup NEVER looked so good.”
“Drive, pervert.”
“Ok.”
“By the way, you look pretty hot too. I like the sleeveless look.”
Michael blushed.
“Awwww how cute. You blushed.”
Michael blushed more.
“Hey this is neat. What happens if I keep complimenting you?”
“Oh, I turn red and blow up like a cherry and then explode.”
“Cool, but I’ll save the exploding part for later tonite.”
Michael looked at her and caught the naughty glint in her eye.
“That’s a great plan.”
Donna laughed and began fiddling with the radio.
“Can I pick a station?”
“Donna, you wear that shirt, and you can do anything you want.”
“Yaaaay.”
She settled on a retro 80’s station, and they spent the drive dredging up memories from the decade of long hair bands and parachute pants. An hour or so later, he pulled off the main road onto a gravel side road that curled back up the hill they had been skirting. Scant moments later, the car came to a stop in a dirt parking lot populated by a beaten pick-up and an equally loved SUV. Michael slipped out of his seat as Donna watched his butt wiggle again. He popped the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag and cooler.
Donna looked around but saw no path.
“Where to?”
Michael swung the cooler between his car and the SUV indicating that direction.
“It’s why it’s so secluded. No obvious path. Everyone knows the lake is nearby, but the tourists can’t find the path.”
Donna shrugged and ducked under a branch of the maple tree he had indicated. They walked through light undergrowth for about half a mile when the sounds of waves crashing against rocks heralded their impending arrival. Donna stepped through a thicket of tall grass and found herself sinking into a sandy hill with blue skies beyond and an imposing rock cliff with the aforementioned lighthouse on her left.
“Thru the dale and over the hill to Michael’s beach we go.”
“You have that backwards.”
“What are you, the Nursery Rhyme Police. Now march. We’ve got a lot of beaching to do.”
Donna giggled and sprinted up over the dune and down onto the beach proper. There was a family of 5 at one end, and an older couple was walking hand in hand down the waterline. Donna headed off towards the deserted end of the beach closest to the cliffs and the lighthouse. Michael trudged along behind her increasingly burdened by the cooler and bag. She finally selected a spot halfway between the water and the dune. She dug into her bag pulled out a towel and a folded umbrella and set up shop as he plunked down tiredly next to her.
“This damn cooler weighs a ton.”
“I’ll carry it back to the car.”
“Sure. After all the ice has melted.”
Donna smiled.
“Who said women were dumb? So what’s on the agenda?”
Michael pulled out a Denver Bronco towel and set it down next to hers.
“Breakfast, beach stuff, lunch, beach stuff, dinner, beach stuff.”
“Wow, quite an itinerary.”
Michael shrugged.
“When I plan, I really plan.”
They dipped into the cooler of plenty and had a light breakfast of fruit and juice.
“Save some strawberries for later.”
Donna smiled and nodded.
“I like how you think.”
They finished their morning meal and shucked their overclothes. They tried not to strain eyeballs oggling each other as they stripped. The Powerpuff Girls and shorts disappeared in favor of a red bikini top and matching bottom.
“Guh. Red is your color. No doubt about it.”
Michael slipped off his shirt to reveal his bare chest and another pesky blood flow problem. Donna noticed immediately.
“Someone else agrees.”
Michael blushed again but also noticed a pair of protrusions on Donna’s bikini top.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with tightness issues.”
Donna blushed to match her bikini.
“I’m just cold.”
“In 85 degree weather?”
“Yeah. I’m from the Sahara. This is cold for me.”
She stuck out her tongue and then flounced off across the beach to the water. Michael sighed as he watched her shapely bottom and then followed her. They cavorted in and out of the water, grabbing and playing and groping themselves nearly into a stupor of overheated foreplay. Michael’s penis ached inside his swimsuit maintaining a near constant state of erection the entire day. The few times when they were thrashing in the water, and he hugged her from behind had nearly made him dizzy as he pressed his hips into hers. For her part, Donna’s breasts tingled dully all day long from the constant arousal of her taut buds, and her bottoms were wet in the water or out. At lunchtime, they lay on their blankets and had salads from the neverending cooler. They were fighting the urge to run into the bushes and satisfy a craving or two.
Eye contact was becoming hazardous. They would look up at each other, break into an uncomfortable silence punctuated by mental flashes of their bodies entwined in passion, and then look away and not so surreptitiously adjust themselves. They joined in a beach volleyball game and more than once collided together to end up sprawled one atop the other in the sand. Furtive gropes of a soft curve there and a hard bulge here stoked an already dangerously out of control fire.
Dinner was an exercise in torture. Even the simple act of eating bread and cheese with a light wine turned into prolonged foreplay. Lips parted ever so slightly to drink wine sent shivers down the other’s spine. The soft texture of the cheese on the tongue made the other wiggle and shift uncomfortably on the towel. It had literally been an hour since either had spoken. They were both afraid of spoiling the moment when Michael broke the ice as the sun began to set.
“Do you want to go up on the cliffs and look at the lighthouse?”
Donna nodded sipping her wine with wide eyes gleaming in the fading light.
“Bring the wine.”
“And the towels.”
“Yeah.”
They walked up the winding path to the top of the cliff and laid the towels down so the lighthouse was just to the left of their lookout over the lake. Far off in the distance, flashes of lightning illuminated the sky. They lay quietly drinking the wine and enjoying the view when Donna rolled over on her stomach. Her breasts swelled outward under pressure from the ground, and her firm tush gleamed in the last of the sunlight.
“I’m not sure I can stand this anymore.”
Michael rolled over next to her and rubbed his hand across her back.
“Yeah. I think I’m going to blow a hole in my swimsuit.”
“You silver-tongued devil you.”
Michael laughed.
“Admit it. I bet your nipples are so hard you could use them as a paper punch.”
Donna laughed and swatted him across the head.
“Geez, you sure know how to romance a girl.”
Michael giggled and rolled her on her back.
“Like this?”
He slid over her, pressed his hips into hers, and kissed her deeply on the lips. The scent of the wine lingered sweetly as his tongued pressed into her mouth hungrily. She spread her legs to let his slip between them and felt the crushing heat of him. His throbbing penis sent a warm tingle up her spine to the base of her neck. She wrapped him in her arms and pulled him down closer to her. Very slowly Michael began to raise and lower his hips pressing the fabric of his suit against her bikini. He kissed her neck as she did the same each kissing softly at first and then harder, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking sending jangled electrical impulses up and down their bodies. His hands slipped up onto her chest and under the bikini top to press over her fiercely aching nipples.
Like completing a circuit, his palms sent fiery gouts of pleasure across her breasts and down to the center of her. She moaned and arched her back to keep the pressure on. He pinched them softly in counterpoint with the deliberate rhythm of his hips grinding into hers. She gasped at each pinch, and the rasping of her voice in his ears made him tingle from head to toe as if every nerve ending were firing at once.
She gasped as he slid down and took one of her buds between his lips. The hot touch of his breath and the delicate brush of his lips was making her faint. After so much mental stimulation, it was almost too much for either of them to take. Michael’s penis was literally pulsing with pent up energy. Each aching throb could only quenched by pressing into the smooth fabric of her bikini bottom and the luscious jewel
concealed beneath. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end, his heart pounded in his ears.
“Oh god. I can’t take this anymore.”
“YOU can’t take this anymore. I think I’m going to melt.”
He tore off her top and clumsily united her bottom as she tugged and ripped at his swimsuit. She grabbed his engorged cock in her hand and squeezed. Precome ran freely from the purplish head as he moaned and lay his head back. He moved to slide over her, but she scooted out of the way, pushed him over on his back, and then slipped her tight body over top of his. Donna’s nipples brushed against his chest making them both dizzy with passion as her silken flower pressed down on his penis. She knelt over him and began to slide up and down.
He moaned softly and gutturally as she enveloped him. The sensation was as close to heaven as he could imagine. Still on her hands and knees, she pressed back and down with her hips, burying him deep inside her, and she held him there breathing holding her breath and arching her back. The pressure on his penis made him weak, and he felt his heart flutter. She was tingling from head to toe as he touched her deep inside. Her arms began to shake, and she let her breath out in a whoosh as she collapsed down on him sliding ever so slightly back and forth on his stomach.
They kissed again. This time more like animals, and his hand found her firm buttocks and squeezed them with each soft caress of her vagina. She arched her back a little and began to move more deliberately. All the way up so that his head barely touched her swollen lips and all the way down where he could press against that heavenly place so far inside her. His whole world was focused on his hips and the throbbing head at the middle of them. Each motion of her achingly beautiful body raised goosebumps on his body, and a powerful pressure was building up in his loins. Dazzling fireworks were going off inside her head as she pressed down on him. These luscious explosions seemed to lift her with them into the sky higher each time. The flash and the bang increased in tempo in her head, and a warmth born of a day long arousal swept across her body.
She pushed herself up into the sitting position impaling herself on him. The fireworks burst inside her head one after another…faster and faster…higher…louder…louder…louder…until they were deafening…short-circuiting her nervous system…sending waves of fire to her neck and back to the center of her. She came as the heavens above them opened up. Large droplets of warm rain doused them, sluicing off her breasts and down her flat stomach, across his heaving pecs. She squeezed him and released him again and again, driving him to the edge of despair and back. The pressure in his loins was unbearable. His tush ached. His legs tingled. He gritted his teeth to hold onto this passionate torture as long as he could. Finally, the fireworks released her, and she gasped for air, still sitting upright on his throbbing cock. She looked down at him, his face screwed up in a look of pleasured pain and began to grind down on him.
Her hips forced themselves down onto him. He grunted and gasped, clawed and squeezed in the torrential downpour. His cheeks burned, and his shoulders tingled hotly. His back arched in time with her powerful grinding. His hands went numb, and the tips of his ears were aflame. She ground her hips into him. Down and up. Down and up. He leaned his head back and screamed her name over and over, and finally as lightning illuminated her gorgeous body and thunder shook the heavens, he exploded inside her. With the breaking of the dam, his penis leapt inside her spilling over and over until he lay quivering in the summer shower with her collapsed on top of him.
They lay in the warm rain for almost an hour. Her on top of him. Whispering to each other in the gathering storm. Finally they ran for the car, exhausted, sated, and hopelessly drained. They collapsed into the seats, still naked and shivering from their lovemaking. Michael dragged two worn blankets from his back seat, and they huddled under them as the heater worked to warm them. A bottled water or two later (the last of the seemingly endless provisions stored in the cooler), Donna turned to look at Michael as the lightning crashed out to sea.
“You know. I’ve never made love at the top of a lighthouse before.”
Michael smiled in the darkness and opened the car door.

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A New Job – Chapter 1

Michael Shae starts a new job at Alexis publishing. He finds himself in many difficult situations. Will he be able to keep everyone happy while keeping his job?

Family of Whores

Rebecca was cooking family dinner when acting on a wicked thought gets her caught by her husband and their youngest daughter

Andy’s Dad

This is my first attempt at erotica, so please be merciful. I wrote this story as a request from another member I met a while ago (I had a different account at the tme). If you like my writing and have a fantasy you’d like me to write into a story, don’t hesitate to ask. My only conditions are these:
-Nothing about underage kids (16 is the age of consent in my country)
-Nothing about animals (they cannot give consent)
-Nothing about people being violated or otherwise abused against their will. BDSM is fine, so long as all parties consent.
Anyway here is the story. Hope you enjoy!!
Andy’s Dad
Part I
The girls couldn’t help but giggle a little as they looked at the screen. At 18, neither Andy nor her best friend Amy had felt the pleasure of a man’s touch. Amy’s finger scrolled down on the mouse wheel, revealing even more pictures. Neither of them was giggling now; instead they both gazed intently at the men on the screens. Amy started to scroll to the next page when Andy stopped her.
“Wait,” she said, holding on to Amy’s wrist, “look at that one!”
Andy pointed at an older man, in his mid 40s perhaps. His hair had a touch of grey but his smile revealed the confidence of age and maturity. There was not a hint of discomfort in his face and unlike the others they had seen up until this point, he did not look like he was posing for picture. It almost seemed to Andy as if the photographer had caught him in a candid shot and yet, he also looked as if he knew he was being watched. Andy’s eyes roamed his body, and her hand had already begun moving between her legs when her friend broke her gaze.
“What’s so special about him?” She said. “He’s kinda old.”
“He’s just so sexy though,” Andy retorted, “look at his eyes. I bet he knows how to please a girl.”
Amy looked at her friend confusedly. “I guess so. What about this guy though? Look at those abs!”
The mouse cursor was restingon a young, hairless man, with sparking muscle and shoulder length blonde hair, a bright white smile, and an erection bigger than either of the girls had seen up until that point.
“Look at the size of that thing…” Amy said, engrossed by the sight of his engorged penis.
But Andy could not look away from the older man they had come across. He was perfect in her eyes and the moisture between her legs confirmed her attraction. She knew she’d soon have to satiate her desires and could hardly keep her hands from drifting into position in her friend’s presence. ‘Amy must feel the same way’ she thought, looking down between her friend’s legs. Amy was totally absorbed by the man she examining on screen and hardly noticed Andy’s gaze. Andy stood up to go.
“I think I should go see if dad needs help with dinner.” She said.
“Sure.” Said Amy, eyes still fixed on the screen. “That’s a good idea.”
Andy smiled to her self as she left her friend’s room. “Bye Amy” she called back, “don’t forget our movie night tomorrow!”
“Ok. You too.” Amy yelled back disinterestedly.
Andy walked at a steady pace towards her father’s house. The southern California sun was hot, but it was the image of the older man which had Andy sweating today. As she turned the at the end of Amy’s street she felt a cool breeze lift her skirt up slightly and cool the inside of her thighs. That was when she realized the extent of her wetness. She needed to get home, she needed to take her skirt and panties off, she needed to satisfy herself and she needed to to it fast. Her pace quickened. She could feel the sweat now dripping down from her neck and behind her ears, slowly making its way down inbetween her perky breasts. She could not get that image out of her mind. The chest, strong and chiseled, the dark trail of hair leading down to his not yet erect penis, the grey eyes, which seemed to shoot beams of confidence and sexual energy out at her, and the masculine hands, worn from years of work, but still energetic and searching for a place on her body to rest. She finally opened the front door and was hit by a wave of cold air conditioned air.
“Andy! Is that you?” Her father yelled out from the living room. No time to talk. She had already started making her way up stairs to her room.
“Andrea!” He yelled out again. “Are you ok?”
She had made to the top of the stairs and turned around to find her dad looking up at her from below.
“I’m fine dad. I just need to change out of these sweaty clothes.”
“I’ve never seen you in such a rush.” He answered. “You look flushed. Are you sure everything’s ok?”
Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was her excited sexuality. Whichever it was, Andy knew she was no longer looking at her dad the same way she had done this morning when she kissed him on the cheek before heading to school. The hair around his temples had greyed a little. Her mother’s infidelity had made the past year difficult for him; she had found a younger man. For the first time since her mother’s betrayal, Andy had noticed, or at least thought she noticed, the sexual tension in her father’s countenance. She knew he had not been with a woman since her mother and, now more than ever, felt not only the emotional turmoil in his heart, but the sexual frustration in his step. His hazy blue eyes looked up at her and seemed to search her body, once resting on her breasts, once on her smooth, shapely legs, and finally on her slightly parted lips.
“Are you ok?” He repeated.
“Y-yes, daddy.” She replied meekly. “I just need to get out of these clothes.”
“Oh.”
“Because they are sweaty. And it’s hot.” She immediately added nervously.
“Ok honey.” He said, as he began turning back towards the living room.
“Oh one more thing dear. Don and I are going out to a pub tonight so you’ll have to make your own dinner tonight.”
“Ok dad,” Andy answered as she rushed into her room.
She closed her curtains and began tearing off her clothes as quickly as she could. She stood for a moment, completely naked, her arms and legs spread out, and let the cool air engulf her hot sweaty body. Her nipples hardened as the sweat evaporated from her heaving tits. She closed her eyes and slowly began running her hands down the length of her body, over her breasts and hardened nipples and down towards her wet pussy. The first touch sent shivers through her body. She began gently sliding her fingers between her lips, careful not to put slide them too deep into her young pussy. She had done this a few times before, but never had she been so aroused, so captivated by the image of the older man. She began moaning as she imagined his fingers exploring her young pussy. She was possessed by this image; he was the manifestation of sex in her mind. She could hardly feel the pain as she bit down on the fingers of her left hand, while her right furiously beat against her throbbing clit. With her eyes still closed and her mind overcome by images of well experienced hands holding her down, penetrating her, taking her to the heights of pleasure, she mounted a pillow on her bed and began frantically thrusting her hips across its surface. Torrents of pleasure rushed through her as she reached the height of sexual ecstasy.
As the orgasm dissipated she realized it was not the man she had seen on Amy’s computer she was imagining. The man who she just imagined herself riding, the man who had made her cum so violently was her father. She looked down at the stain on her pillow in amazement. The shuffling of feet behind her door made no impression on her.
Part II
Andy lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The initial shock had long been replaced by a sense of shameless curiosity. Her thoughts were nebulous, impossible to penetrate or identify. She could hardly tell what she was thinking and only knew how she felt. She recognized the thirst she had awakened that afternoon. She knew it could no longer be quenched by the beating of her hands or the swaying of her hips against fabric. Deep down she knew only one thing would satisfy her young desire, though she dare not admit it openly to herself.
Just as she felt the warmth once again returning to her loins, her phone’s vibrating shook her violently from her sexual reverie. It was Amy. The text read “Jose finally asked me out!!!” Andy knew Amy had been waiting a long time for her crush, but could not share in her friend’s excitement. In fact she could hardly understand why her friend was so interested in these boys. They held no fascination for her, no mystery. Arrogant, yet insecure, brash, yet cowardly, incapable of holding a conversation and interested only in themselves. She needed someone confident and interesting, someone to show her the world, while shielding her from its dangers. She knew exactly who she was imagining.
It was about 6 in the evening when Andy got out of bed, dressed in pjs and left her room, having satisfied herself as best she could without the aid of the man she had been dreaming of. She weakly walked down stairs, her legs trembling with every step, and poured a glass of cold water. The afternoon’s ecstasies had left her muscles weakened and tired. She dropped herself on the couch and turned on the tv. Stock market news. Her dad kept a close watch on the endless ebb and flow of stocks. Though these numbers would help determine her future, they held little meaning to her in youth. She cycled through a few channels, eventually landing on the ‘family channel’ and yet another preteen drama. She remembered enjoying these shows as a child and watching them now held a certain sort of nostalgic pleasure. She knew that the plots were poorly thought out and that the acting left something to be desired, but nevertheless, felt comfortable watching. Without thinking she crossed her legs, as she had done many years ago, and instinctively smiled at the weak attempts at humor coming from her tv. Yet, something was different now. The characters seemed over sexualized to her. The oldest in this show was no more than 13 and yet already had a boyfriend. Andy thought about herself at the age. She had no interest in boys. At 18, she still hadn’t had a boyfriend. She suddenly felt uneasy and turned the tv off.
She walked back up the stairs towards her room. Perhaps the internet would afford a few hours of entertainment instead. She drearily walked past the bathroom door, but doubled back when something caught her eye. Her dad had forgotten to close the door. It was slightly ajar. At first she decided to ignore it and started towards her room, but her curiosity was too strong. She tip toed her way towards the bathroom door, trying as hard as she could not to make a noise. The opening only gave her a view of the mirror and all she could see the reflection of the shower curtain. She could hear her dad inside drying off with a towel but could not see anything. Andy slowly adjusted her viewing angle, standing flat against the wall.
Her eyes widened as they found what they had been looking for. Her dad was drying off his dark hair, dripping wet and completely naked. Her heart began to race. She scanned his powerful body with her eyes. He had the body of a swimmer, if not for the black hair that covered his chest and ran down his stomach. She watched as beads of water ran danced through chest hair and ran past strong abs towards his long soft member. It hung there, limp, swaying with the movement of his arms as he furiously dried his hair. She watched as a single bead emerged from the hair around its base, and slowly tricked down the shaft, getting caught at the lip of the head, before forcing its way over, and sliding off his head as though it reached an imaginary target. The path it blazed was singed in her memory and in that moment she imagined it making its way down his thick shaft more times than she could even count. Andy was so mesmerized with what she was seeing that she did not even notice the wetness between her thighs. She swallowed the entire image, not allowing a single moment to escape her memory. Her eyes rested on every feature of his body, his nipples, hardened from the cold, his slender, toned thighs, his sculpted abs, covered by a thin layer of black hair, his biceps, flexing as his hands gripped the moistening toil, and his genitals bobbing with each motion. She had never seen a more perfect image of masculinity and sexual energy. Andy wanted nothing more than to burst into the bathroom and throw herself at him, offering her body as a sacrifice to the adonis she saw before her. She could almost feel his firm grip around her waste and his deep voice directing her every motion. Lost in her fantasies, her right hand had, without her bidding, found its way into her panties. Her middle finger circled her clit furiously. She looked back inside the bathroom and saw that he had turned away from her and had one leg raised on the edge of the bathtub. Her hand slowed as she took in this new image. His back was to her and she could see his butt for first time and, with legs slightly parted, his swaying ballsack as well. With her left hand she reached forward, almost hoping for a touch. He might as well have been a mile away but she could not help but hope. Without warning he turned around and looked directly at the mirror for the first time.
“Andy is that you?” He said, puzzled.
She immediately pulled her hand out of her pants and scurried off to her room, not daring to provide an answer to his inquiry. Her body burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she had watched for so long! Why not get your fill and leave! Why sit there and watch when you know he will eventually see you! She had been transfixed by his nakedness and could not hope to answer these questions. She rushed into her room and shut the door, breathing heavily, her cheeks flaming red. She paced around the room not know what to do next. Does she go back out there and act like nothing happened? Does she simply stay in her room until the next morning and hope he forgets? But how could he forget something like that? She slumped onto her bed not knowing what to do. Then came a knock at her door.
“Andy?” His deep voice said.
“Yes dad?” She meekly offered back.
“I’m heading out now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, ok sweetie?”
“Ok.” She could barely muster up the word.
“Love you dear” he said as he walked away.
“You too dad” she whispered.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he simply wouldn’t mention what happened. Maybe he was just as embarrassed as she was. Either way she was glad he did not bring it up. She was also glad that she had the rest of the evening to recall what she had seen and the privacy to enjoy it as thorougly as she pleased.
-Stay tuned for part III-

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Watching Little Casey Next Door

High school girl next door puts on many a show for her neighbor, then takes it to a higher level by seducing him. Takes a while to develop, so please don’t neg-vote it if you’re in a hurry.

My Stepsister Pt. 1 – Katelyn

Kendra and Katelyn are my two stepsisters. My mom and their dad have been dating for about two years before tying the knot last year. I’m a freshman in college, Kendra is a senior in high school while Katelynn being the youngest is a sophomore.
At first, our parents kept their relationship relatively low key, probably trying to be considerate for our feelings. My mom divorced my dad five years ago because in her words, he wasn’t financially dependable. I personally thought he was a great dad and that divorcing someone because they didn’t make enough money made my mom out to be a gold digger in my eyes, especially since her new husband is wealthy. He seems like a nice guy but something about him comes off as nothing more than a horny white guy with an Asian fetish since my mom acts like the typical Japanese pornstar sometimes. Every word that comes out of this guy is smug and rife with pretentiousness. I always feel like he looks down on me. He’s fifteen years older than my mom with kids younger than I am. I never acknowledge this man as my father, not even my stepfather. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m attending school here, I would be living with my father. I thought about staying on residence but I rather save up the money.
Thankfully my new stepsisters were a bit more bearable, especially Katelyn. I get along well with them. I’ve known Kendra for a bit now since we were in the same high school for three years before I graduated. She’s one of the more popular girls at school. You know the type, blonde, blue eyes, fair skin and a huge rack. I’m in good physical shape and was on the basketball team so she and I saw eye to eye more often than not. She can be a bit catty like most popular girls but overall, she’s genuinely a sweet girl. Katelyn on the other hand is the complete opposite; a skinny little bookworm who only cares about her studies and unlike Kendra, she only has two friends she hangs out with on a regular basis. Though by high school standards, she’s not on the top of anyone’s list, she can be quite the playful teenager. We have fun joking around in the house and she acts like the typical smarty-pants female best friend. We never argue, even when we disagree on any matters. She’s always plopping around on my bed and I can tell that she’s had a bit of a crush on me at first.
The only thing in common between Kendra and Katelyn looks wise is their creamy fair skin, dirty blond hear and blue eyes. Besides that, one wouldn’t be able to tell that they’re sisters. Like I said, Kendra is bigger, with an amazing rack, one that I’m guessing is 38D in size and she has retained a bit of baby fat that makes her curvaceous. Katelyn is quite tall for her age, even taller than Kendra is, but she’s a skinny little girl with longer face and a pointed chin compared to Kendra’s round face with puffier cheeks and dimples. Kendra’s D cup breasts can barely contain themselves in her tank tops that are always showing off a hint of cleavage while Katelyn is as flat as a prepubescent boy. She’s so flat that she doesn’t even own a bra. No one at school really notices since she’s always wearing a sweater. While most girls her age has had boobs since junior high, at fifteen years old and still flat-chested, she has lost hope.
I moved back to my dad’s for the summer after my freshman year and when I returned a few months later for the beginning of the new school year, something seems different. Katelyn is not her usual chippy self and she seems a bit distant. She’s always hiding in her room nowadays. With her birthday is coming up, I decide to get her a present for her sweet sixteen. I decide to get her an outfit that will highlight her fun nature, something that almost no one at school seems to notice. Since we’re in California and it’s always nice and warm, she shouldn’t always be wearing those ridiculous sweaters of hers all the time. I look around a few places at the mall and I find a nice pink tank top that will show off her slender figure.
A few days later, Katelyn is celebrating her birthday at home with two of her girl friends, who invited two more girls and two scrawny little guys, playing games like Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle. One of them is pimply faced with braces and I wonder if the birthday girl was forced to do anything with him. That night, when the party’s over and her friends leave, I decide to give Katelyn her present. I knock on the door of her room. I hear a slight grunt.
“Everything okay?” I ask her.
“Just a minute!” she yells.
A moment later, she opens up a small crack, poking her head out, wearing an oversized wollen sweater and sweat pants.
”What’s up?” she asks, looking a little flustered.
“Hey kiddo, I got you a present for your birthday. Hope you like it.”
“Oh, awesome! Thanks, Johnny.”
Just as she’s about to close her door, I ask her “Aren’t you going to try it on and see how it looks?”
She seems nervous about letting me in.
“What? You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve seen your unicorns,” I joked.
She relents and opens the door to let me in. Her room is pink all over with plush unicorns, giant bears and other stuffed animals all over. She has a pink bed with purple bedsheets and covers.
“I’ll just change in the bathroom,” she says.
She takes the bag containing the shirt and runs into her personal bathroom to change. She’s taking longer than usual to change into a tank top so I pace myself in her room to distract myself. Nothing seems out of the ordinary until I spot a tiny dildo on the corner of her desk, hidden until a plush frog. What is she doing with that, I wondered. She must’ve been pleasuring herself in the room before I came in and that’s why she’s nervous about letting me in. Poor little bookworm was afraid I would find out. Or maybe she wanted to get back to her fun instead of having me distract her.
“Katelyn, are you okay? What’s taking so long?”
“I’m…fine,” she says.
“Are you going to come out soon?”
“Yah, just a minute.”
She opens the door and walks out in her sweater again.
“I don’t think it’s right for me,” she says.
“What do you mean? I checked your size and I know it fits you. Come on, what’s wrong with it?” I ask.
“It’s a bit small…”
“No way. Let me see.”
“It’s kind of embarrassing…” she mutters.
“Katelyn, what’s embarrassing is a pretty girl like you always wearing a sweater in the Californian heat,” I tell her. “If you really hate it, I’ll return it but at least let me see what’s wrong with it.”
After a moment of hesitation, she relents and she pulls her sweater over her head to reveal her tank top underneath. The now sixteen year old standing in front of me looks different. Her face is the same with her blond hair flowing down the sides and her pointed chin. But then I notice that her nipples are poking out from under her shirt.
Then, I realize what has been going on the last few weeks. Katelyn went through some weird growth spurt, and her breasts are now much bigger than before and now she’s spilling out the top. Even on the sides, her breasts are swelling out from her narrow shoulder straps. Her nipples must have grown in size with them and are protruding obviously from under her shirt. No wonder she was shy about removing her sweater. It’s nothing that a bra can’t fix but as she’s been flat chested this whole time and always wore a sweater, she doesn’t have any bras! The new tank makes her new boobs look like they want to explode. And with this new growth spurt, her hormones must be flying all over the place, hence the masturbation. Her chest must have been swelling more and more everyday. Katelynn looks nervous.
“Holy…looks like I can’t call you kiddo anymore.”
“Great, now you’re teasing me too,” she says.
“No no, I just didn’t expect such a change over two months of being away.”
“I look ridiculous, don’t I?” Katelyn’s little hands try to cover her breasts unsuccessfully. Her nipples are rock hard, poking out and I find myself unable to stop staring down at her breasts, occasionally looking back up to her eyes. I notice that her hips have grown as well with fully developed thighs and a much more curvy butt.
”Guess that’s why you’ve been playing with your new toy,” I say, gesturing towards her stuffed frog, surprising her.
“Johnny! You went through my stuff?”
“I didn’t mean to. I was just looking and I saw it sticking out from under the frog on your desk.”
Katelyn blushes.
I look at my stepsister standing before me, her slender legs standing together. She’s definitely going to be a treat for the boys at school now. From what I can tell, her breasts are probably a large B cup but on her slender skinny body, they look much bigger than they are. My eyes are drawn to her chest. She looks like she has trouble breathing, as every breath brings about drastic rhythms of expansion and contraction on her chest.
“So when you were playing Truth or Dare, did that pimple faced kid get to see these?” I joking ask.
“Ewww…Larry is gross. I would never do anything with him,” she says with a smile, still blushing.
“I guess so. A pretty girl like you deserves a better guy,” I tell her.
Katelyn is breathing so hard, it’s as if her heart will burst out from the inside. I take my hands and cup her chest. Katelyn moans as I gently praze my thumb over the protruding points on her chest.
“You like that?” I ask and she nods.
“They’ve been really sensitive lately,” she explains. “Even putting a shirt on makes me feel really good.”
“Your hormones must be driving you nuts,” I tell her. “Want me to help you relieve some of it?” I ask.
She looks at me for a moment.
“Are you taking advantage of little girls?” she jokingly asks.
“Do you want to be taken advantage of?” I ask back.
She laughs. I gently brush my hand lightly against her bosom, indicating that I would like to pleasure her if she will let me. She nods.
I give her a kiss as I cup my hands on her breasts. Her lips are thin but delicate and we playfully smooch while I gently massage her new rack. The sensation from the shirt rubbing against her must be driving her wild for she’s breathing harder and harder. I can feel a slight shudder in between her lips.
I lift her arms and pull her shirt over her head, revealing a great set of large B cup boobs with diamond hard nipples that are pink and well defined. Fully erect and poking out at one inch long, those nips are ripe for the picking. I playfully surround each one with the sides of my index and middle fingers, tugging at them gently.
“Nice and pink, just like you room,” I tease.
I brush my finger tops gently over the erect nipples before bringing my head down and clamp onto Katelyn’s right breast. Her warm creamy smooth skin feels like silk. She’s now shivering and her areolas are forming goosebumps. I swirl my tongue along the goosebumps on her areola as I put pressure on the protruding nipple before licking up the length of the nipple itself and putting my front teeth over it with just the tiniest bit of pressure. Once that boob is fully in my mouth, I start gently sucking, pushing and pulling the erect nipple in and out from my teeth while licking the tip of the erection with my tongue.
“You like that?” I ask with a boob in my mouth.
“Oh yes…it feels so good,” she moans.
Katelyn is now in complete bliss from the pleasure as she cradles my head, her fingers running through my hair as I suck that delicious tit. What a great boob. I start sucking hard now, drawing high pressure suction from inside my mouth. After a few minutes, I release my grip and start slurping the tip. Her nipple is now bright cherry red, tingling and bruised. Katelyn looks at me and points me to her other breast. I repeat this cycle of rhythmic titty sucking, nibbling and swallowing that wonderful tit. Her nipples shine under the light.
I pull off her sweat pants and soaked panties, placing my fingers on her fire-hot vagina. Her small thin patch of silky pubic hair barely contains that engorged pearl of a clitoris. I stroke the crevice of her vaginal opening with my finger while my mouth is on her left boob. Her chest heaves with every breath. I can feel Katelyn’s vaginal vibrations forcing out spasm of juice and I pull her towards the bed and lay her down. I continue to work on her breast as I stick my fingers an inch into her pussy while using my thumb to rub her clit. By now, Katelyn’s eyes are half shut and her face flushed red. “Oh Johnny,” she whispered. “This…is…amazing…” I continue to lick her breasts, working my way up her neck to kiss her on the lips which she reciprocates with full passion.
Her breasts and both nipples are now swollen red and tender. I give one final gentle lick with my tongue, running it down her stomach towards my pearl buffet.
“Wait til you see what’s next,” I tell her. “This will feel even better.”
“Better than my toy?” she teases.
“Much better.”
I part her legs and kiss my way down her stomach towards her crotch. Her shiny wet clit is like an oyster in a clam, just waiting to be devoured.
I blow a cool breeze on her damp pussy hair which sends shivers down her legs and she twitches. I get on my knees and with my warm breath ready, I salivate at the sight of her juices clinging to every nook and cranny of her delicate folds. Katelyn is excited and moans. I explore her new slender legs, kissing my way up her left thigh that are creamy white and meaty. She has a really narrow slit with little protrusion of skin. I use my thumbs to widen her pussy folds to expose the inner fleshy pink lips as she spreads her legs even wider. I dig my face deep in and inhale. The scent is quite exquisite and I reach my tongue out and start lapping up all the juices.
“You taste so sweet,” I tell her. “And you smell just like perfume.”
I move my mouth up and down that vaginal slit, concentrating on her clitoral button every time I reach the top. As I slurp up every ounce of juice, more and more come flying out. Her snatch is like a tiny little soup bowl waiting for me to devour. I notice her pink little butthole and using the tip of my tongue, I caress the anal opening, which surprises her as she didn’t expect me to do it. I flick my tongue in circular motion around her fresh and pink butthole, licking it as I use my fingers to rub her vaginal slit. It’s not before long that I start missing her pussy again so I move up and start sucking on her clit like I did with her nipples earliers and that sends a shockwave up her body as it is now super sensitive from all the pleasure I am giving her. I wholeheartedly slurp and nourish myself on such a delicious pearl.
“Oh god, Johnny…you’re going to make me cum,” she says.
With one hand, I put my fingers in her cunt and start pumping them in and out while slurping her swollen clit and the other hands starts flicking one of her nipples in rapid back and forth motion that overstimulates her. Her trembling legs can barely contain themselves to remain wide open.
“Oh, Johnny! It feels so good. I can’t believe it!” Katelyn cries out.
Her cunt vibrates as I ram my fingers in and out while licking up her remaining juices and without notice, she lets out a big scream with an explosive tidal wave of pleasure that blasts its way out from the crevice of her cunt all over my face and into my mouth. Her hands clutch my hair hard, jamming my face into her pussy as I swallow what seems like a gallon of pussy juice.
I crawl my way back up to her and lay down, my tongue absolutely exhausted.
“Wow, that was amazing! I’ve never felt so much pleasure from anything. It’s like…what have I been missing all my life?” Katelyn pants as she curls up next to me. She gives me a kiss on the lips and I proceed to make out with my little stepsister. After ten minutes, we both collapse on the soaked bed. I wonder if Kendra heard any of that.
“Do you want more?” I ask her.
“Of course! I don’t think it’s fair that only I got such pleasure,” Katelyn says.
She unbuttons my shirt to reveal my toned Japanese body, an athletic build of muscle and ab lines running all over. Once she lays eyes on how shapely I am, she gets excited. She kisses me all over my body as she pulls off my pants. I am now crazy hard for this girl and she pulls my boxer briefs off, practically ripping them off, exposing my penis. She looks in awe.
“Ooh, I’ve never seen a real one before. Only pictures,” she says.
She strokes the shaft to get it going. To help the process, she brings her face to my chest and starts slurping on a nipple.
“Let’s see if it feels as good for you as it did for me,” she says.
“I doubt it,” I tell her. “But it still feels pretty good.”
She uses her tongue to rapidly brush around my nipple in a circular motion, occasionally giving it a quick pulling suck with her lips.
“Do you want to lie down or stand up?” she asks.
I decide to stand up so I can see her perform the deed. I can tell she’s impressed with my cock. Standing at seven inches erect and nicely trimmed with a throbbing head that is smooth. Her mouth waters as she brings her face closer and wraps her lips around the tip of the head, giving the crack a gentle flick with her tongue, causing me to leak some pre-cum. Katelyn looks up at me with shining eyes as she sucks up the pre-cum leaking from his cock.
“Mmm…yummy,” she says looking up at me.
She places her hands on my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks as her head bops in and out while her tongue is constantly swirling around the sensitive tip of the head. I gently place my hands on Katelyn’s head
“Yes…That’s it, Katelyn. You’re doing great.”
She manages to get a little more than half of it in her mouth. She increases speed as she slides my cock between her lips. She wraps her lips around the base of the head and continuing to swirl the tip with her tongue, she applies pressure with suction, drawing my creamy cum out. This feels absolutely delightful. I reach down and gently pull her nipples, which are still majorly sensitive from the workout I gave it earlier and she squeals with my cock in her wet mouth. I can feel the shaft getting extremely lubricated and moist. I gently sway my hips back and forth to face fuck my stepsister.
Katelyn brings herself up to kiss me on the lips while she plays with my right nipple and cock with her hands. I lay her back down again and spread her legs apart as I approach her to penetrate her missionary style.
“Be gentle,” she says. “It is my first time.”
“I think your toy did all the hard work for me,” I tell her.
And my guess is right. She’s tight but her masturbating has broken the hymen inside her pussy and I gently thrust my way past her lips into that warm tight crevice. I pin her arms down with my hands and I start slow, going in and out gently as she moans from having a full sized blood filled cock pumping in and out of her pussy. I could hear a slushing noise as I thrust from the juices that she’s producing. As I start to work faster, I decide to use my mouth to continue pleasuring her. I give a kiss at first before working towards her body again, licking the nerves along her underboob and moving my way up and around those swollen nipples. I occasionally nibble those erect nipples of hers, which drives her wild. I can feel the moisture from her pussy clinging to my cock.
“Oh my god, your dick feels so good in my pussy,” she cries.
I look down and my cock is now coated with her creamy cum.
“Do you want to taste how sweet you are?” I ask her.
She nods immediately. I pull out my dick from her pussy and kneeling over her face, I place my cock in her mouth and she licks up every bit of cream in delight.
“How does it taste?” I ask her.
“Mmm…it’s good,” she moans with my cock in her mouth.
“You’re such a yummy girl,” I tell her.
A few minutes later, I can feel the pressure building in my balls and it’s starting to run along from the base of my shaft.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask her. “I want you to taste my cum too.” Her wet lips glistened.
“Yes,” she moans. “Give it to me.”
Katelyn continues to suck my cock with pressure.
“Open wide,” I tell her.
She opens her mouth, sticks her tongue out and rapidly jerks me off. The pressure is now building faster and running up along the shaft.
“Here it comes!” I announce to her.
And after some quick tugs, my cock spurts out hot creamy cum all over Katelyn’s face and into her mouth. I’ve never felt so much cum come out at once. It’s insane. Her face is coated and she nearly chokes on the rush of the load going down her throat. Even then, she’s not finished and she wraps her lips around my shaft to continue bopping in and out with pressure and suction, drawing blood into my shaft. My hard on doesn’t fade as a result and she doesn’t stop. I’m doing everything I can to stay atop of her and not have my ass and balls fall on her face. Soon, she scoots herself up from under me and takes her mouth to my chest, sucking hard on my left nipple as she jerks me off rapidly. I’m already overly sensitive from cumming once and now this is driving me crazy. Her lips are leaving traces of my cum all over my chest. I warn her of my second orgasm and she immediately brings herself back to working my cock with her mouth. Within a moment, a second small wave of semen bursts out and she swallows it all up.
“Delicious,” she claims with a smile. “How was that, Johnny?”
“That was amazing,” I tell her. “You’ve been wanting that for a while now, haven’t you?”
I collapse on the bed next to her, completely exhausted from this.
“Johnny…do you think we can do this more often?” she asks.
“For sure,” I tell her as I tweak her nipples, causing her to whimper in pleasure. “Just let me recharge.”
“Me too. My nipples are so sore right now,” she says. “But they hurt so good…”
To be continued with part 2 about Kendra.

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Sin-Part 1

This is part 1, I initially wrote this for my wife mixing fact and fiction, changing names….kinda, I have 15/20 parts to this story done. She loved it, if the first part is well received I will post the rest.