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Owned family – CH1: The Offer

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Owned family
CH1 – The Offer
“Should we even go to their housewarming, we might not even be here a month from now?’ My wife, Laura, called from the bathroom where she was getting dressed.
“Of course we should.” I hollered back as I finished buttoning up my shirt. I was just as unsure about the future as she was, but I had to be strong for the both of us.
“Have you met the Robins’?” She replied back after a few moments.
“No, unless you count watching their BMW come home late at night.”
Laura walked into the bedroom, “Let’s go have some fun tonight.”
We idly chatted as we walked next door. By the sound of socializing and laughter I guessed the party was already doing well. I rang the doorbell. I was a bit taken back when a very dark skinned black man opened the door and greeted us, “Welcome. Come on in. I’m Tyrone Robins, my friends call me Ty.” He motioned towards a fairly short rotund black woman socializing with a couple of our neighbors, “That’s my wife Sadie.”
I was amazed at how powerful and large his hand was when he offered it to shake. I shook his hand, “We are the Millers. I’m James and this is my wife Laura.” Laura offered the small housewarming gift in lieu of the handshake.
Ty ushered us in as another couple of neighbors approached the porch. As I roamed the front room to find out who was already here I couldn’t help but notice how large of a man Ty was. He was well over six foot tall, and by how his clothes clung to him I would guess he worked out daily. His wife was just the opposite, barely five foot tall and had to be pushing 300 pounds. She did have a huge set of tits that her low cut blouse showed off.
The evening was just what I needed. I got to relax and forget about the worries of the impending foreclosure of my home. Ty and Sadie were wonderful hosts. They had a full buffet laid out for guests that looked like it was professionally prepared. As the evening was slowing down and neighbors were taking their leave Ty pulled me aside, “James, if you don’t mind I would like you to stay after all the guests have left, I have a business proposition for you.”
I thought it a bit off but agreed. I informed my wife of Ty’s request. She said she would catch me at home and left. It took about another hour before Ty, Sadie and I were by ourselves. Ty invited me into his study, closing the door behind us leaving Sadie to clean up. He offered me a Scotch, which I accepted. I took a seat on the couch as he leaned against his desk.
“I overheard you talking with Donaldson that you use to be an investment banker before the downturn.” I nodded my head as Ty continued, “I also heard you’re having financial troubles. I am willing to help you out if you consider a proposal.”
I took a swig of the scotch, “Go on.”
“Well, I train slaves.” I about chocked on Ty’s bluntness, “White slaves to be exact, and I think your family might be perfect for my new project.”
I stood up, took the last swig of scotch and said, “I’m not really into this, thanks but no.” I then started to head toward the door.
Before I could make it two steps Ty had moved up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “All I ask is that you hear me out.”
I turned and looked up at him, “Get to the point then.”
“I can do that.” He walked behind his desk, unlocked a drawer, and pulled out a stack of bound bills. “Here is ten thousand dollars, it is yours if you honestly consider my offer, talk with your wife about it and do a favor for me.”
Ten thousand dollars would be enough to give me some breathing room and get the bills and mortgage current. “What’s the offer.”
“I want new sex slaves and your family is perfect. I would own you and do with you as I please. You could always walk away at anytime but I have never had a slave take up that offer. I will show you and your family things you never knew you would enjoy. When you wouldn’t be fulfilling your slave duties you would be taking care of my personal investments. I would hire you at double what you were making working for the bank. On paper you would be my financial adviser, in reality you would be servicing me and my family.”
That’s a hell of a deal. I don’t think anyone in their right mind wouldn’t consider it. Ty could see me mulling it around, he continued to press, “Like I said, you walk away when you want, we would negotiate the finer details when you and your wife agree that this is something you want.”
“And I get the ten thousand for just considering it, talking with my wife about it and doing you a favor.”
“You got it. Consider it an interview bonus.”
“Deal.” I moved next to Ty and started to reach for the stack of cash.
Ty grabbed my wrist before I could get to the money, “First, the favor. I want to test out the merchandise I’m buying, so to speak.” I was a bit confused as to what exactly he wanted.
He released my wrist only to lay his hand on my shoulder. Ty had this hungry look in his eye, almost like a predator sizing up his prey. The hand on my shoulder started to apply pressure, pushing me downward. Once I realized he wanted me on my knees I submitted to his force. I looked up at him feeling even smaller than I was. We stared into each others eyes for a moment until movement caught my eye and I looked away. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge growing in Ty’s slacks, he was flexing his penis and that was the movement I had caught. I looked back up at his dark face, “Unzip me.” I couldn’t believe he had just said that.
I looked to his crotch and back at his face, “What?”
“I said, unzip me. Then fish out my cock.”
I wasn’t sure where this was going to lead and I was getting nervous. My eyes bounced from his bulge to his face to the money and back to the bulge. My shaking hand seemed to move of its own accord to the zipper of his slacks. I grabbed the tab and slowly pulled the zipper open. It was starting to feel like a dream, like I wasn’t in control of my own body. I slid my hand into the opening to find a warm hunk of flesh. My hand closed around it and I could tell he was a big man, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. I pulled his dick out the opening. It bobbed in front of me confirming that he was far larger than me.
“Suck it.” Ty’s command was straight and to the point.
“I’m not gay.” I replied.
I couldn’t look away from his dark monster of a dick. Ty spoke softly, “For ten thousand dollars I’m sure you’ll suck a cock, plus your faggot dick says otherwise.” It was then that I realized that I was rock hard. Ty grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his cock. “Now suck my dick, bitch.” This time he was forceful with his words. My lips parted and I took his manhood into my mouth as he forced my head upon it. The sensation was unreal; warm and hard; yet it had a softness to it.
My mind was racing trying to understand. Understand how I was sucking my first cock. Understand how I came to submit to this black stranger. Understand why I was liking what he was doing to me. Understand what this might mean for my marriage.
My body was acting without me thinking. I realized that Ty had released my head and I was trying to get as much of Ty’s black cock in my mouth as possible. My hand was assisting with what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. Saliva was running down my chin as I bobbed up and down.
Ty’s voice broke my trance, “You are a natural cocksucker. I think you might be well worth what I’m paying you.”
Ty grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me to speed up my pace. I couldn’t keep up and let him fuck my mouth. He pulled my face away from his wonderful dick and stroked himself with his free hand. I’d seen enough porns to know what was about to happen next. Ty half grunted, half yelled as his hot seed erupted at me. Two, three, four ropes landed on my face with the rest finding its way to my shirt.
We were both silent and still for what seemed like an eternity. I was stunned at what I was just forced to do. I felt so humiliated having sucked a black mans cock and being turned on by it. Then I realized I needed to get out of there before he did anything else to me.
As I was reaching up to wipe it off my face with my sleeve Ty barked, “No! Leave it slut. I want you to show your wife that I marked my territory.” The cum had gone cold and made my face feel funny, but I ignored it. Ty put the cash in a small duffel bag and handed it to me. He walked me to the door in silence. We passed by Sadie who smiled at me on the way out.
Once the door was open Ty spoke, “Why don’t we have diner at your place tomorrow. Just you me and your wife. By then I expect the two of you will have made your decision and we can work out the details.”
I was about to ask what if we decided not to take his offer but Ty closed the door ending any debate or conversation we might have had.
The cool evening breeze made the cum on my face even colder. I was glad it was late and none of the neighborhood moms were out jogging. On the short walk home I kept trying to figure out how I was going explain all of this to Laura. By the time I reach my front door I was still at a lack for ideas.
The house was mostly dark, light from the TV flickered through an archway. I passed by the entertainment room, by the sound of it Melissa was watching Repo Man again. Mel, as she liked to be called, heard my entrance to he house and yelled over the TV, “Have fun tonight James.” Melissa was sixteen and was going through a rebellious emo phase. She hadn’t called me dad or daddy in a couple years.
Her question was simple enough, but a moment of fear that she might know what happened made me stumble on my words, “Ummm, ahhh, yeah, yeah I had a good time. Ty errr Mr. Robins and his wife are nice people.” I wasn’t sure if there was enough light from the TV to allow Melissa to seen the slime on my face and I didn’t stay around long enough to find out.
I quickly made my way upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was closed but light was coming from under it. I paused at the door for a moment and tried to calmed myself. I reached out and turned the handle, my heart was racing in my chest. Laura was in her night gown reading in the bed.
She looked up at me from her magazine as I entered.
“What did Tyrone want to talk with you about?” Laura said as I approached the bed. Before I could answer she asked a second one, “What do you have all over your face, and your shirt?”
I sat on the edge of the bed facing her, “Ty has a job offer he wants me to talk with you about. And its, umm, its umm, “ I looked down at the splotches of liquid on my shirt trying to summon the courage to answer her second question.
“Is it, cum?”Laura asked hesitantly. I nodded my head in affirmation. “Why do you have cum on your face? Is it yours?” She paused a moment in realization, “Its Ty’s, isn’t it?” I nodded again, “James, what is going on, what happened after I left?”
I explained to her, in detail, about Ty’s desire to own us, to have me manage his money, the ten thousand dollars, what he wanted to pay me, and me sucking off his cock. I got hard remembering the feeling of having Ty force himself on me. Laura was quiet while I explained everything. The whole time I didn’t look at her in fear of rejection. When I was done with my story I forced myself to look at her.
She reached forward grabbed my shirt with both hands and pulled me into a passionate kiss. It had been years since we kissed like that. Our tongues explored each others mouths while our hands pulled and tugged at the others clothes discarding them in a pile on the floor.
I maneuvered us so I was on top. I grabbed my dick and slid it into my wife. She was hotter and wetter than I could remember her ever being. Her pussy grabbed me, pulled me. We continued to make out while I thrust into her over and over.
Between making out with my wife and being aroused from sucking off Ty, I wasn’t able to last long. Within a couple minute I exploded into Laura’s silky pussy. She moaned in exasperation, I knew I had disappointed her by not being able to last longer, “Honey, I’m sorry with all of what happened tonight I could help it.” I tried to explain as my dick was shrinking inside her.
“It’s okay, I understand. But I’m still really horny, would you mind going down on me and finishing me off?” She consoled meas she brushed her hand along my cheek.
“But I didn’t wear a condom.”
“Please.” Laura used her best puppy face and I caved in.
I lowered myself down to her glistening pussy. It had some of my cum leaking out of it. Laura gently guided my head to her pussy and then started grinding her sex on my face. I did my best to please her. The taste of her and I mixed was better than I expected. After the first few licks I didn’t even notice anymore.
Laura eventually pulled me back up with a smile on her face, “Thank you darling. I needed that.”
We cuddled each other in silence that was eventually broken by Laura, “I think we should try it.” I looked at her quizzically. “Ty’s offer,” she continued, “you would be making almost two hundred and fifty thousand a year, and it might be fun.”
I was surprised at Laura’s response to the offer. But the prospect of the unknown excited me in more ways than one. I smiled at her, “What are you going to make for dinner for Ty?”

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My Baby’s Secret

Okay, so having decided that my last story was faaaar to controversial to actually appeal to many people at all, I’ve gone down a completely different road. Hope you enjoy, love reading comments xx

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Debbie Gets Pumped (Part I)

It was 9:25pm and Jim’s wife Debbie seemed to be totally unconscious 20 minutes after taking the drug in her herb tea. Jim had drugged her because they hadn‘t had sex in over a year and he couldn’t take it any more. Debbie was 45, and ever since their last child had been born 24 years ago she had been slowly losing her sex drive. She said that it was just so sticky and messy. She also worked in a bank and she claimed she was under a lot of stress lately and just didn’t feel like letting him do it, but he had to have it one way or another.
Jim, and an acquaintance, John, were having a drink at a local bar John had told him that he could get some pills for $50 that could solve the problem for him. Jim had agreed to meet him the next day to get the pills. But the next day when Jim had handed him the money, John said, with a smirk, “No, I don’t want the money, I think that I’d like to come have a look at her myself. So, no charge.” Jim thought for a minute and then agreed, “But just a look,” Jim said, “Because I can’t take the risk that she might get pregnant”. “She’s not on the pill? “ John asked. “No” Jim said “I had a vasectomy a quite a few years ago.” John’s voice changed to a low quiet pitch as he spoke, “So she’s completely unprotected then? How about her time of the month… err… I mean… is it close?” he asked with kind of a nervous stutter. “Well, yeah it starts next Monday, Why?” Jim asked. “Oh… Just curious that’s all. How does Friday night at about say… 9:30 sound?” John said, in excited nervous tone. Jim finally agreed and that Friday night he did it, at 8:30 Jim crushed the pill into Debbie’s nightly glass of herb tea, and about 10 minutes after drinking it, in a slurred voice she said that she couldn’t hold her eye’s open any longer and she was going to bed.
Jim sat in the living room dreaming about how good it would feel to quietly take her again after so long, as soon ass John got his look and left. He watched the clock, 20 minutes went by and he finally ventured into the bedroom. He walked to Debbie’s side of the bed and stood watching her quietly sleeping. He reached up and pulled the covers slowly down, still thinking she might wake up. It was the middle of summer, so she was sleeping in a short light cotton nightgown. He reached down with both hands and raised it up until it was above her beautiful breasts, then his attention went to the mound just bellow her belly, he pulled her panties slowly down and removed them. His heart felt as if it was beating in his throat, and his dick began to swell in my pants. Debbie looked so good, her tits were just right, she was a 38, double D, big enough so that lying there on her back they hung slightly to sides but still with nice large brown areolas with huge pink nipples, even through she had nursed three children. He touched her pussy mound, and traced his finger down along here slit and let it slip in slightly; it was closed tight. Just then there was a knock at the door; he pulled the covers back up and went to answer it.
It was John right on time. He peered into the house sheepishly and asked if everything was all right? When Jim answered “Yes” John quickly made a motion at the darkness outside and with what seemed like a blur, there were five strange men standing in his living room. All but one looked as if they hadn’t taken a bath in years, with unshaven faces and two had noticeable teeth missing. Someone asked where is she? Without thinking Jim pointed to the open door that led to the bedroom. There was a mad scramble for the door, and with Jim trailing them they were suddenly standing by the bed.
“This is the Debbie fan club,” John said, with a dirty smile,” They really wanted to see your wife when she wasn’t on duty at the bank. When I told them that I could make that happen, and when I told them about unfortunate little predicament, no protection and her period starting in a couple of days; they jumped at the chance of a lifetime. They all have little bones to pick with her, and Doc here is a gynecologist;“ he pointed to a man with glasses ”he supplied the medication for Debbie’s little adventure tonight, and comes along for some enjoyment that he usually can’t get in the office.”
One of the men said, “Let’s have a look at her.” And the covers were lifted up from the bottom of the bed revealing Debbie’s nude crotch. There was a flash of light and Jim saw that one of them had a camera. “Wow!” the man holding the covers up said, “I never thought this would ever happen. Just look at her unprotected pussy, wouldga’, Wow! Fuckin’ a baby up the bank bitch’s pussy, I don’t think it could get any better than this” and he tossed the covers all the way off.
They started quickly taking their clothes off. “Wait” Jim said franticly, but one of the men pulled out a large hunting knife, pushed Jim down into a chair and told to shut up and keep out of the way.
There were now five naked men standing around the bed staring like a pack of hungry dogs down at his helpless wife. With their cocks stiff and curling up towards their bellies, they all started stroking them. The smell of all the unwashed penises started to fill the room as they stroked faster.
John said. “Ok Doc, she’s all yours” and the man with glasses opened a black bag and set it on the bed next to Debbie, then took out a hypo with a 6“ long needle. He then got between her legs and started working on her, and at first Jim couldn’t see what he was doing, so he moved to the top of the bed where he could have better view, and watched as Doc already had a gynecologist’s speculum inserted in her pussy, and the needle was disappearing up into her. Suddenly Debbie’s eye’s and mouth opened wide, and for a moment no sound came out, then she started a long low pitched scream which grew as he very slowly pushed the needle deeper and deeper. He motioned to one of the other men who quickly put his hand over Debbie’s mouth. Then the syringe was depressed, her body stiffened, and Debbie’s crotch began to rise off the bed, in what appeared to be shear pain. “She’s awake” Jim said, but John told him to relax, that the drug allowed her to feel and react to everything, but not to remember any of it, “Doc knows what he’s doin’ “he said. Doc quickly grabbed her pussy mound, pushed down on it hard and yelled, “hold her down, don’t let the bitch move.” There was a mad rush and suddenly there were hands all over her grabbing and pushing the helpless woman down as she tried to buck and scream. He pulled the needle back moved it a little as he looked up her vagina with a small penlight and then pushed it back in very slowly as he depressed the syringe again finally emptying it, all the while smiling as if he enjoyed causing the helpless woman so much pain. Removing the speculum and patting her on the pussy mound, he said in a sinister voice, “There, there now Debbie, that wasn’t too bad, was it.” The men slowly and almost reluctantly released their holds on the tender parts of her body that they had been squeezing so tightly, and she whimpered for a few moments, then laid there rolling her head slowly back and forth, her mouth slightly open, moaning.
“What the fuck didga’ do to her Doc?” one of the men asked. “Oh, you’ll see, you’ll see” Doc said with an evil grin.
The man that had pulled the covers off her suddenly got on the bed and moved between Debbie’s legs spreading them wide. Two of his friends, one on either side grabbed her ankles and spread them even wider, bending her knees and pushing them up to her sides almost touching the mattress. He said, while looking up at the semi-conscious woman’s face, “Yeah, that’s it. Get those things out of our way, so me and Debbie can FUCK!” As he spit on his swollen cock and guided it to the entrance of the helpless woman’s pussy. He rubbed it up and down here slit a few times saying “Where the fuck are you hiding it Debbie, I know I saw it here a minute ago.” Then with a groan he pushed forward. “Ohhh FUCK she’s tight,” he said as he laid down on her and began to fuck it slowly in, groaning with each thrust. Jim watched helplessly as his wife was fucked by another mans cock for the first time in over 25 years. After a several pushes the man raping her rammed forward with all his strength. Debbie’s eyes opened wide and she let out a loud deep groan as his cock head hit her cervix and continued even deeper, stretching her vagina to its ultimate limits for the first time in over a year.
He started to slowly fuck her, whispering in her ear, “Ohh Debbie, ohh Debbie, fuck you Debbie, fuck you. Repossessing my truck is going to cost you, remember when I came into your office and said, “Fuck You Bitch!” Bet you never thought it would really happen, did you, you fucking bitch. Ohh fuck it feels so good to make you take it up your baby hole. I haven’t had a woman or touched myself for almost a week. It’s all yours bitch.” He very slowly pumped all the way in and out of her unprotected, defenseless pussy. Almost immediately, sticky, wet, sucking sounds started coming from her cunt as the pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock lubricating her vagina. From where Jim was now standing, near the foot of the bed he could see the man’s huge cock sliding in and out of his wife’s tight pussy, then after a couple of minutes her rapists balls tensed and tightened. Then he groaned and said, “Ohhh fuck YES! Here comes our baby Debbie.” and with all his strength shoved his cock deep into her belly, and held it there, stretching her cervix so tightly that it forced the tip of his cock through. Debbie’s eye’s bulged and she cried out, “Aaaahhhhhh.” The room became dead quiet for a moment, accept for the sound of Debbie’s long deep exhale, then he let out a deep grunt and Debbie groaned as the first huge squirt of sperm gushed through her cervix directly into her womb. His balls jerked and he let out a grunt with every huge surge of seamen. Debbie’s mouth was now open and immediately after each of his grunts she would let out a small breath with a female, “Ohhhhhhhhh”, as she felt each huge warm surge of thick liquid jetting through her cervix and filling her uterus. He pumped for what seemed like for ever, then he sat back with his cock still buried deep inside of her and said, “Fuck, I’ve never had a cum like that before. What a fucking cunt this bitch has!” He pulled his cock back until it was almost out, and another picture was snapped as his sperm oozed out around it. Pulling out with a loud sucking sound he placed his glistening wet cock on top of her pussy slit like a trophy, as more pictures were taken, a large stream of thick white cum ran from the helpless women’s cunt down a crossed her ass, forming a large pool on the bed under her.
Debbie moaned and tried to move, and her hands went towards her belly, but the men grabbed her arms and held her tightly in place as her eyes opened and rolled back in her sockets until all you could see were the whites. Her eye lids began to flutter wildly, her body tensed and suddenly a strange sound came from her crotch, and a long deep forced grunt echoed from her wide open mouth, as what sounded like a long wet fart that just seemed to keep going came from deep within her belly. As Jim looked over the shoulders of the man holding her ankle he could see globs of thick white seamen squirting from Debbie’s now open pussy.
“Fuck, I thought that she was already blowin’ out a baby for a minute, but it looks like you just pumped her too full of jizz, Jake.” One of the men said with a laugh. “I could feel something weird around the end of my dick” said Jake, “and it felt real good, especially when I was squirtin’. Kind of like her pussy was sucking the tip of my cock.”
“The sound was caused by her uterus contracting to get rid of the pressure built up by the sperm during the ejaculation, and forcing it out through her cervix.” Doc said, “As for the funny feeling on the head of you penis… well, that too was because of the shot that I administered directly into her cervix before the fucking started. It should get much, much more pleasurable for all of us as it continues to dilate her cervix. ” Debbie on the other hand will be experiencing a great deal of … should I say discomfort. As our penises invade and probe the deepest, innermost folds of her womanhood” Doc said, with a smile. “Not many men have enjoyed the beautiful sensation of having a woman’s cervix wrap around their cocks during sex. Normally it would be much too painful and dangerous for our wives or anyone that has any input about it, but Debbie here is a freebee, she’s not going to remember how see got pregnant, but for the next few day’s she will have a little trouble walking. A colleague and I learned the technique a few year ago; we called it cervix sex, and we tried it out on several… we’ll call them… low-income patients. They all got pregnant and one of the women developed an extremely violent infection; the pain and discomfort of the infection that followed was fantastic to observe. It went on for months before we finally put the bitch out of her misery. Since you boys seem to want Debbie to suffer, then I’m giving you the ultimate rape. With Debbie’s humiliation, indescribable pain during the sex, a terrible deep infection that might follow and we don’t want to forget the best part, she’s most likely already pregnant. Ok, who’s next; her cervix should be getting almost fully dilated soon.”
Another wild-eyed man jumped on the bed, eager to take his turn. Doc said, “Wait a minute” and getting on the bed, grabbed Debbie’s right leg, bending it up and against her chest. The man holding her other leg did the same. “Ok, NOW!” Doc said. Her rapist took his cock in his hand, pointing at Debbie’s open pussy, he rammed forward, hard. Again Debbie’s eyes sprang open and she let out a deep grunt as his cock slid in easily and hit her cervix. “Ohhh, FUCK, I CAN FEEL IT,” he said, as he pushed with all his strength. “Ohhh… FUCK… FUCK YES, IT’S GOING IN… IT’S GOING IN… ahhhhhhh FUCK YES,” he groaned.
Doc looked up at Debbie’s face, and could see her expression changing as her cervix was being slowly stretched for the first time completely over the man’s swollen cock. Her mouth had formed a large circle and her eyes bulged out more with each centimeter her cervix was forced open. Little female grunts came from deep in her throat as the man buried in her pushed with every muscle in his body. Finally he let out a loud long, deep grunt; Debbie’s eye’s looked as if they would pop out of her head at any second, tears ran down her cheeks and her little grunts stopped; her mouth wide open in an expression of unbelievable pain, as the ring of her cervix snapped over the head of his cock. Her mouth and eye’s still open wide in a look of painful disbelief, she finally started exhaling and moaning in a long high-pitched whimper.
Then Doc said, with his evil smile and still looking into Debbie’s eyes, “I never get tired of seeing this look. The moment a helpless woman is completely invaded.” “Take the bitch hard. She deserves it.” He said to the man that was inside her. The man started fucking and grunting in ultimate pleasure, her cervix was unbelievably tight, pulling on his cock head every time he pulled back. After only about six pulls and pushes he groaned, “OH FUCK… NOT YET!… OH FUCK NO… OH FUCK… UHHHHhhhh” as he started pumping his cum into her. Her expression changed again as Doc carefully watched. The mans grunts were loud and long as he pumped; Debbie, again let out her little female grunts after each of his. His grunts started to get quitter and further between while Debbie’s grew louder with each pump. Until he finally stopped, but her little grunts became one long groan. Doc looked deeply into her eye’s saying, “Belly feel a little full, Debbie?” as he pressed down on her tummy. She immediately groaned and let out a squeal.
The man inside her now sitting back on his knees said, “You FUCKING BITCH! I wasn’t ready yet. You bitch, I wanted more of you” and tried to pull out, but her cervix was wrapped tightly around his cock head, as he pulled, Debbie’s body tensed, she through her head back on the pillow, arching her back, raising her body off the bed and groaned. Doc said to the man holding her other leg, “Hold the bitch tight” then looking at the man raping her said, “pull hard” He pulled back with his muscles straining, and his cock slowly emerged from her cunt. Debbie’s head pressed deeper into the pillow, her back arched until it looked as if it would break, and her mouth opened wide, but with no sound was coming out. As his cock head slowly came into view, the pink ring of her cervix was still holding on tight.
“That’s interesting,” Doc said. He reached into his bag and came out with a pliers-like device with a slightly rounded head. He told her rapist to pull harder. The man reached down and put both hands around his cock and pulled back until her cervix was stretched out of her body. Doc put the pliers around her stretched cervix near the entrance of her pussy and squeezed. Debbie found her voice once again and a sound came from the depths of her throat that made everyone, accept Doc, feel her pain. A deep “YAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa” came from her as her body bent and distorted even more, but the men held here tightly in place. The device around her cervix squeaked as it clamped down, and with a wet snap, her cervix released his cock head.
Doc squeezed the device until it locked down on Debbie’s cervix, holding it in place just outside her pussy. “Looks like Debbie’s going to give us more of a show than I thought tonight.” Doc said, with an evil laugh. He looked over at her husband Jim and said, “Come over here; you probably won’t ever get another chance to see it like this.” Jim walked over to the bed and looked down at his helpless wife’s cervix, as the device held it outside her body, looking like the tight end of a balloon. A trickle of blood dripped from it’s opening onto the bed, and then his eye’s went up her body to where the four wild eyed men with devilish smiles, were holding her down tightly, her back was still arched, her head twisted back, buried into her pillow, and there was a continuous deep gurgling sound coming from her wide open mouth. His wife was not just being raped, that would be bad enough, but the innermost parts of her womanhood were being forcibly pulled from her body for all to see. One by one each man touched the tender ring of her clamped cervix, while the gurgling sound coming from her got even deeper.
“Touch it.” Doc said, looking at Jim. Jim reached down and with his index finger gently touched Debbie’s cervix around the exposed pink ring. “Don’t be a pussy” Doc said, “Get your finger in there and really give it a good feel… like this.” And Doc took his own finger and shoved it roughly into the slightly open cervix ring. The deep gurgling sound coming from Debbie’s throat got louder and turned into a cross between a gurgle and a weak scream, which became louder as Doc inserted his finger deeper into her cervix until it pushed against the clamp. “Come on, you do it to her like that” Doc said to Jim. Jim took his index finger and placed it at the entrance, and with a jerk, quickly pushed it in. Debbie’s reaction to his invasion was the same as with Doc. Jim held his finger against the clamp and could feel Debbie’s hearting beat in her cervix, which was tightly wrapped around his finger. “Ok, that’s enough armature fingering for today. Let me in there.” Doc said; He grabbed Debbie’s cervix ring with his fingers and pulled it open hard. “Lets get the bitches ring stretched out like it should be.”
Debbie’s body began to shake as if she were having a seizure; her back was already arched and her head was bent back so far that her face was almost upside down. Then her body slumped back onto the bed as she passed out from the pain. “Damn” Doc said in a angry voice, “ I wanted the bitch suffer more before she went back under. I had a few more little tricks to show her.” Dock released the clamp and Debbie’s stretched cervix slowly disappeared back into the depths of her pussy.
The next man got on the bed and placed his swollen cock in the open entrance of her cunt, he then placed his hands on her hips. Lunging forward with all his strength he buried his cock all the way in through her stretched cervix and ramming it into the back of the uterus. Debbie’s belly bounced violently and a visible mound could be seen where his curled up cock head was pressing up, as an almost disappointing grunt came from her. Her voice was just about gone from all the screaming, so all that she could was make an “UUHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” sound trailing off to nothing. He began to fuck her with a jerky rhythm that made her belly bounce even more. He closed his eyes and fucked for only about 2 minutes, then suddenly groaned and slowed his rhythm, grunting with every push, as he emptied his balls into her uterus filling it again. With every pump and surge of his sperm, the small bulge in her belly got a little bigger. He pulled out quickly and Debbie’s cunt made wet farting sounds again as the cum gushed from her overfilled womanhood.
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Leslie and Jack

Leslie gets a little too drunk and Jack uses his tongue to help her out, which she unwittingly reciprocates

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All the Power: Tetenia’s Highest Purpose

I’ve posted this story in smaller chunks on the forum. My post there includes a bit of background info on the setting and some of the more unrealistic aspects (of which there are many). Tagged ‘dark fantasy’ because there is a strong D/s vibe and some extreme sex; the setting overall is not supposed to be particularly dark.

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Debra and Me

The discovery of new things is what makes our world exciting. It is no truer said for sex, be you young or old.

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10Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Ten: House-Elf Spanking Inferno
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Ten Summary: Things get revealed in the bathroom… well more revealed than they already are that is.
“Oh, bugger,” repeated Harry.
A small House-Elf partially hidden behind the wall of other House-Elves was able to pop his or her head through a tiny opening and gazed in awe at Harry and Hermione’s naked forms. “Look at that! It be wonderful!” the little House-Elf heralded.
“We need to get out of here,” Harry murmured on the verge of panicking, his face still hovering over Hermione’s naked flower.
“Harry, let’s get out of here right now!” Hermione blurted out as she scampered out from under Harry to seek cover behind him.
With as much dignity as he could muster, Harry covered his bits with his hands while slowly standing up. He could feel Hermione rise with him. He thought that she had lucked out since she got to use Harry’s whole body as a shield from the prying eyes of dozens of House-Elves, whereas he was only able to use his hands to shield himself. But then again, he decided that he would willingly protect Hermione whenever she needed it. Even if only to block the prying eyes in this case.
Scanning the living wall of House-Elves that blocked their exit, Harry turned his head to face Hermione – who was looking nervously over his shoulder – and informed her, “I don’t see a way out.”
“Is there a way out Harry?” Hermione asked nervously.
“Why are you repeating everything I say?” hissed Harry who was reaching his wit’s end.
“Harry, I really wish you would stop speaking in Parsletongue,” snapped Hermione. Apparently when Harry had “hissed” his question, he was literally hissing. “There’s no chance of you getting to go down on me anytime soon, so could you please speak English now.”
Closing his eyes, Harry focused on speaking English, which was a little difficult seeing that he was thinking he was speaking it already. He cautiously asked, “Can you understand me now?”
“Yes,” Hermione whimpered. “Do you see a way out?”
“Um… no,” he replied weakly.
“How about a towel? Do you see any towels so we can cover ourselves?” she pleaded.
The only towel Harry saw was the small hand-sized one he had just used to lather Hermione’s boobs. Harry’s mind drifted back to the very recent, and pleasurable, memory of him rubbing Hermione’s titties with that same towel. Of course, he had quickly abandoned the towel in favor of his tongue.
This temporary moment of reflection had an unfortunate side-effect; it got a rise out of ‘Harry, Jr.’. Harry could feel his appendage begin to stir in his hands. Even though he had just climaxed, Harry knew that in a matter of seconds, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was going to poke its head out of his hands and have a look around with its one good eye. ‘Damn my teenage virility!’ Harry cursed internally.
“Step aside,” a voice that sounded incredibly old ordered from behind the wall of House-Elves. The wall quickly split in half and parted to reveal an amazingly old House-Elf (so old that he made Kreacher look like a baby). This elderly House-Elf was dressed in a very distinguished and regal manner – of course being a House-Elf, his clothes were made up entirely of rags. But Harry could tell that they were rags of a regal manner. “Dobby, be comin’ forth,” the old House-Elf wheezed.
Dobby appeared out of the mass of other House-Elves and walked toward the regal looking ancient elf.
“Is yous certain?” the old elf asked.
“Oh, yes, Dobby is very certains, Fetch, sir,” announced Dobby.
“Brings the Book,” Fetch, the old elf commanded, after eyeing Harry and Hermione suspiciously. Harry could tell by the reverence in which Fetch said “Book” that it was so important that the word deserved to be capitalized.
Six House-Elves marched into the bathroom carrying a very large and very old looking book. The book was at least four feet long, two feet wide, and three and a half feet thick. Hermione pressed herself into Harry’s back in an attempt to get a better look at the gigantic book, which for Harry meant trouble. Unknowingly, Hermione’s attempt to see the book more closely just caused her to push her lovely mounds into Harry’s back. This added to the fact that he was getting aroused at the memory of washing her breasts caused ‘Harry, Jr.’ to become more excited. It was bad enough that every single House-Elf saw him starkers, the last thing Harry wanted was for them to see was his manhood fully erect. He desperately tried to think of disturbing and even disgusting things in order to quell his rising arousal.
The first image that Harry tried to focus on was Ginny; he could always count on the mere thought of that girl to quell an erection. In fact, he gave her a nick-name while he was standing in the bathroom in front of the House-Elves; “Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer.”
Harry tried to focus his mind on the recent, and still disturbing, memory of a topless Ginny sitting on his bed. But he found it difficult to recall the image of Ginny with her modest-sized breasts exposed. The difficulty was mostly due to the fact that Hermione was pressing her naked boobs in his back; the only thing Harry could see in his mind’s eye was the even more recent, and so much more enjoyable, memory of him licking ‘Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ clean. This memory, of course, had the opposite effect as far as the helping of quelling his erection went.
The six elves placed the massive book on the floor in front of Fetch (who had almost disappeared behind the large tome) and with a snap of his fingers, the book magically opened to a segment halfway through the pages. Hermione let out a soft moan as she saw that the tome was filled with words, sentences, paragraphs, and whole chapters that she hadn’t read yet. Unfortunately for Harry (yet again) the soft moan that Hermione had let out was fairly erotic and the sound of his girlfriend moaning in his ear chased away any remaining desire he had on focusing on any disturbing, or even disgusting, things to aid in stopping encroaching embarrassment. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was poking against his fingers as if the organ was asking if it was allowed to come out and play.
“And now Fetch be reading from the Book of Elfish Prophesy: the Word of Bonky, chapter five, verse one hundred and twelve: /’And lo thine brethren shall be in chains for years upon years upon years!'” /Fetch read aloud from the book.
Hermione made a sound akin to purring in Harry’s ear. There was a book, one that she hadn’t read, or even heard of, sitting right on the floor in front of her, teasing her! Hermione’s unintentional purring noise had an affect on our poor hero. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was no longer poking against Harry’s fingers; the organ was beating on them in hopes of bashing through the barricade.
“Hermione, please be quiet,” Harry pleaded in a whisper, as beads of sweat appeared on his brow. It was rather hard… err sorry about that… work trying to prevent an erection.
“‘And suffer ye shall,'” Fetch continued to read, oblivious to Harry’s plight and Hermione’s apparent excitement. “‘Ye children and ye children’s children and ye children’s children’s children will live through bondage until She arrives. And delivers us into the glorious light of Freedom!'”
/Then Harry felt the one thing that could cause him to lose the battle in stopping a very happy /’Harry, Jr.’ from saying “Hiya!” to every House-Elf in the room. Harry always knew that Hermione loved books, but he never realized until now how just much she really /loved /them. That thing that nearly made Harry lose his battle was ‘/Natasha/’ and ‘/Carmella/’ becoming erect and stiffly poking him in the back. Sweat now dripped of the tip of Harry’s nose as he struggled to contain his growing… err sorry again… arousal.
“‘… And ye shall know Her, for She has a bald feline and can make the One of the Mark stand with just a word…'”
/ /Hermione apparently lost all of her composure, because she gently placed her hand on Harry and was about to ask him to move out of the way so she could get a better look at the book. Unfortunately, Hermione had to decided to place her hands on his bare bottom and breathe seductively in his ear; “Harry…”
BOING
Whether or not ‘Harry, Jr.’ literally made the “/boing/” noise when the organ had escaped from his hands was irrelevant to Harry. All that mattered was that his oldest and most constant toy was now giving every House-Elf in the castle the “happy eye”. If ‘Harry, Jr.’ had a voice, Harry imagined that it would be shouting to the assembled House-Elves, “You lot, bugger off! Me and the lady are gonna wrestle.”
The reaction Harry received from the House-Elves when they witnessed his fully aroused state was very different from what he had expected. He thought that they would react in fear perhaps, maybe scream at the wizard with the hard-on, or make a mad dash away from the perverted human screaming, “He’s pointing it at us!” Harry even thought that some of them would snigger and point at his manhood as they compared it to others they had seen, much as Kreacher and Dobby had. Maybe one of them would bemoan the fact that they would have to “finish off the mistress” much like Dobby used to, but this time due to Harry’s inadequacies.
Instead of laughing or running away in fear, the House-Elves did the most curious thing: they bowed. Every single one of them bowed in Harry’s direction the moment ‘Harry, Jr.’ had appeared to them.
“All Hail the Great One!” they praised with heads on the floor as if in prayer.
Hermione looked over Harry’s shoulder and down at the very jubilant ‘Harry, Jr.’ and said, “I rather like it, but I wouldn’t go as far as ‘the Great One!'”
“Hey!” Harry said dejectedly.
“We’s is free!” one of the larger House-Elves shouted as he jumped up and rushed at Harry. The elf held his arms out to hug Harry as he rushed forward. In his mind, Harry did a quick comparison. Judging by the height of the House-Elf, his head was going to be at ‘Harry, Jr.’s level when he hugged him. Rather than have a House-Elf place his head against his naked, and still fully aroused, bits, Harry – being the brave Gryffindor he was – jumped out of the way. Which, unfortunately, left Hermione to deal with the overzealous elf.
Undeterred by Harry’s ingenious plan of “jumping out of the way” the elf threw his arms around Hermione’s midsection (luckily, Hermione was shorter than Harry so the elf’s head was around her bellybutton). “Oh Great One, yous has finally arrived.”
“Take yous hands off of the Great One, Stubby,” demanded Fetch. “Shows our Savior some respect!”
“Stubby sorry, oh Great One,” the elf said as he let go of Hermione. When the elf, Stubby, backed away from Hermione, she was in too much shock to cover herself back up. Upon seeing her shaved crotch, all the House-Elves murmured, “The Bald Feline!”
“The what?” Hermione demanded.
“Forgives us, oh Great One,” Fetch replied to Hermione.
“Wait… she’s the Great One?” asked Harry, whose jump left him sitting on the ground with a still very awake ‘Harry, Jr.’ pointing at the ceiling. He was more than a touched surprised by this revelation. He had expected that he was the Great One; he figured since he had so many titles already, one more wouldn’t hurt.
“The Prophesy states that ours Savior would be having a ‘Bald Feline,'” Fetch continued and gestured reverently to her groin.
“What?” both Harry and Hermione shouted.
“It is obvious that yous is the Great One,” explained Fetch. “You haves the Bald Feline.”
Harry and Hermione alternated between looking at her shaved groin and Fetch several times before Harry said aloud, “Oh I get it now. Feline… cat… hee-hee!”
“It’s purely for hygiene!” Hermione defended.
“This coming from the girl who just said /’my hair isn’t the only thing kinky about me’/,” retorted Harry from the ground, while still chuckling.
“I’m getting a lecture about perversion from the bloke with a hard-on surrounded by House-Elves.” Hermione shot back.
“Please, oh Great One, do not be angry at’s the One of the Mark,” Fetch humbly interrupted. “If the One of the Mark had not be standing at yours word, we woulds not have been sure if yous was indeed the Great One.”
“Huh? What was the middle part?” asked Harry.
“He said if you didn’t get a hard-on when I said your name, he wouldn’t have been sure about me being ‘the Great One’ simply for having a bald pussy!”
“‘Bald Feline,'” corrected Harry.
“Be quiet ‘One of the Mark’,” Hermione chastised.
“Oh, so that’s my new title.”
“Please, Fetch, I think you’ve got the wrong witch,” Hermione said, ignoring Harry. “I don’t think that I’m your savior.”
“What about SPEW?” inquired Harry.
“Shut it, Harry,” Hermione seethed. “What makes you sure I’m the one?”
“Here, oh Great One, sees for yourself,” Fetch said and gestured to the book. The six elves that had brought the book in held it up so that Hermione could read it. Still very naked, Hermione began to skim through the pages of the book. As Hermione continued to read the book, Harry tried to busy himself.
“Hi, I’m Harry,” he greeted a female elf next to him.
The female elf looked down at Harry’s crotch and commented, “Naw, yous is not too bad. But it wouldn’t hurt if yous were to trims it every once in a while.”
“Twidy believe it being called ‘man-scaping’,” another elf, apparently named Twidy, offered.
“How can you be sure that I am this prophesized savior?” asked Hermione the elderly House Elf, as she turned the page in the enormous book. “This book appears to be centuries old. I have to assume that your kind has come across a woman who was shaved prior to me.”
“In the Book of Dumko, it clearly states in chapter forty-eight, verse one: ‘… and the Great One shall stand before you with her bald feline proudly…’ much like yous is doing now, oh Great One.”
Hermione must have forgotten that she was naked because she blushed a bright red and tried to cover her various bits with her arms and hands. Harry noted that he himself had seemed to have lost all sense of humility. Which wasn’t surprising seeing that in the last few days McGonagall had seen him naked and aroused, Ginny had stripped him naked and molested him, Ron saw him naked and sprawled out on the floor, and Tonks had gotten her own special show. Added to all of that, now every single House-Elf had watched as ‘Harry, Jr.’ popped out of his hands. Harry reckoned that any sense of embarrassment of public nudity had been burned out of him. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry leaned back and let ‘Harry, Jr.’ and his luggage bask in the open air. Mind you, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still up and raring for another round of playtime with Hermione.
“Beholds!” Fetch called out as he gestured to Harry’s aroused state. “From the Book of Dumko, chapter forty-eight, verse two: /’… the Great One’s companion, the One of the Mark, shall greet thy and thine brethren with both heads held high!’/”
Hermione’s skin burned even brighter upon noticing Harry still erect organ. Harry felt a strong sense of masculine pride as the House-Elves’ eyes shined brightly as they looked at ‘Harry, Jr.’
Still blushing furiously, Hermione turned to a small female House-Elf who was trembling in the presence of “the Great One and Her Companion”. As politely as she could, Hermione asked the nervous House-Elf, “Would you mind fetching me a towel or something to wear?”
Every House-Elf gasped as they tore their eyes away from Harry to stare at Hermione once more.
“Halleluiah!” several House-Elves rejoiced in unison.
“Agains from the Book of Dumko, chapter forty-eight, verse three:” began Fetch while tears of joy streamed down his face. “/’… the Great One shall be humble before the most humble in thine midst…”/
/Fetch snapped his aged fingers again and Hermione was draped in the most beautiful robe Harry had ever seen. It was made out of the finest silk and lace and had thin strands of gold spun into it. Of course the silk was so thin and light that Harry could easily see /’Carmella’ and ‘Natasha’ along with the ‘Bald Feline’. Hermione couldn’t help but to beam as she inspected her new robes. With her eyes smiling, Hermione faced Harry and was about to start to ask him what he thought of it when she saw the apparently ever-erect ‘Harry, Jr.’ looking back at her.
“Could you please conjure some clothes for Harry?” she asked with a little embarrassment.
“Certainly, my lady,” again Fetch snapped his fingers and Harry was clothed. However, Harry’s new clothing wasn’t the fantastic robe that Hermione had received. Instead Harry was now dressed in a pair of plain white boxers. But the boxers did nothing to help hide Harry’s organ from sight; ‘/Harry, Jr./’ was proudly sticking out of the flap in front.
“Why do boxers even have that opening?” Hermione questioned, a bit scandalized.
“I reckon it’s an escape flap,” offered Harry.
“An escape flap?” Hermione asked incredulously. “Never mind,” she added and she bent over and scooped up the wash cloth Harry had used on her boobs and tossed it on /’Harry, Jr.’/. Of course, by now, the cloth had become quite cold and Harry squealed as the cold and wet cloth landed directly on his organ.
Turning her attention back to Fetch, Hermione asked, “What makes you certain that I’m your so-called Great One? Honestly, prophesy can be open to interpretation.”
“That be true,” agreed the ancient House-Elf. “In fact Fetch’s predecessor was being quite positive that the One of the Mark would actually being named Mark.”
“You see!” exclaimed Hermione. “It’s open to interpretation! So what makes you sure now?”
“The signs is unmistakable,” Fetch replied cryptically.
“Because of the ‘bald feline,'” put in Harry. He had said it with a touch of bitterness because ‘Harry, Jr.’ had lost interest due to Hermione being un-naked again, but mostly because the appendage was covered with a cold towel. Harry imagined if the ghost of Gryffindor was here that he would make another rude comment about “blue-balls.”
“You’re not helping, Harry,” snapped Hermione.
“Pardons my lady, but hes be correct. We’s should be recognizing the signs…” began Fetch. “Yous are the one who leads us to Freedom!”
“Wait a tick,” interrupted Harry. “For two years, Hermione tried to enlighten you all and petitioned our classmates to get you lot civil rights and you rejected her completely! You even went as far as avoiding any contact with her. Dobby was the only House-Elf who dared enter the Gryffindor Common Room for most of our fifth year.”
“But if that’s true, what happened to all of the hats I made?” asked Hermione. Harry recalled that she had worked very hard making a plethora of tiny hats in an attempt to free the House-Elves. Harry still didn’t have the heart to tell her that Dobby had been the one who took them all. He realized that he didn’t want to see Hermione upset.
“We’s was not sure yous is the prophesized one,” Fetch explained. “For we’s it be considered heresy to be seeking freedom without the Great One leading we’s.”
Thinking of all the hardship and ridicule that Dobby had suffered from his fellow House-Elves, Harry asked, “Is that why you treat Dobby the way you do? Because he wanted to be free?”
All the House-Elves looked at Dobby with obvious disdain.
“Actually, One of the Mark, Dobby be a rather…” Fetch began to explain and paused as if he was searching for the proper phrase. “He be having a peculiar hobby.”
Hanging his head, a blushing Dobby confessed, “Dobby likes to steal and wear witches’ unmentionables.”
“Is that what happened to my /’Hello Kitty’ /knickers?” asked Hermione. Realizing what she just said, Hermione nervously looked at Harry and blushed brightly.
“Dobby, that’s disgusting!” Harry chided. “Stealing knickers from first years and then wearing them!”
Harry had automatically assumed that the pilfered set of novelty knickers were stolen years ago because his girlfriend obviously hadn’t worn such things since adolescence. Then, Harry remembered that Dobby hadn’t started to work at the Castle until his fourth year. Therefore his assumption about the theft occurring in Hermione’s first year didn’t make sense. Dobby corrected Harry’s observation.
“Oh no, One of the Mark Harry Potter Sir, Dobby took the Great One’s kitty unmentionables the night before last,” the elf squeaked. “Dobby would’ve taken them the first night you two arrived, but the Great One was still wearing them…”
Harry looked at his girlfriend with a great deal of amusement. The night they had arrived at the Castle was the same night that she had first gone down on him. And she was wearing ‘Hello Kitty’ knickers at the time.
“You are a naughty one aren’t you?” Harry murmured to Hermione who, at that time, was doing her best to ignore him by attempting to casually whistle and twiddle her thumbs.
“Dobby, this be true?” Fetch asked. “The Great One was wearing these… what were they’s be called?”
“/’Hello Kitty’/ knickers,” Harry happily provided.
“Since the Great One do be enjoying this ‘Hello Kitty’, it must be divine,” concluded the ancient House-Elf. “All Hail Hello Kitty!”
“ALL HAIL HELLO KITTY!” every House-Elf cried out joyously.
“The Great One also likes spankings!” offered Harry, as he tried to fight the approaching bout of unstoppable laughter.
“HARRY!” scolded Hermione. But it was too late. The air in the bathroom was filled with the sounds of dozens of tiny elf hands slapping dozens of tiny elf bottoms.
“ALL HAIL THE GREAT ONE!” SMACK! “PRAISE OURS SAVIOR!” SLAP!
This new action by the elves bothered Harry; he had announced the fact that Hermione liked to give and receive spankings in hopes of embarrassing his girlfriend further. But unfortunately, he had incited a spank-fest amongst the entire House-Elf population of Hogwarts.
Harry had to admit that the swat that he had given Hermione the day before piqued his interest; he was keen on the idea of pursuing the whole “spank my bottom” side of Hermione further, but this sight before him was truly disturbing. Tiny hands flew with abandon, smacking their targets gleefully. Small red bottoms jiggled as their owners shouted out various praises.
Harry could tell that Hermione was very uncomfortable, due to both the Elves praises and their orgy of spanks. In a move that he thought would comfort his girlfriend, Harry got up and put his arm around her. But, Harry discovered something when he put his arm around Hermione. He found she wasn’t in any discomfort. Well not the discomfort that he was thinking of.
“Are your nipples hard?” asked Harry, upon noticing the even stiffer appearance of ‘Carmella’ and/ ‘Natasha’/. They looked like they were attempting to tear through the lace of Hermione’s lace and silk robe.
“Harry, please…” Hermione breathed out in a mortified, yet breathless, tone.
“You ARE naughty!” Harry whispered in her ear. Without her noticing, Harry discretely raised his hand up in the air. “ALL HAIL THE GREAT ONE!” he cried out before bringing his hand down to slap her playfully on her bum. Hermione squealed out in both pleasure and surprise.
The resounding smack that Harry had landed on Hermione’s bottom signaled an abrupt end to the spank-fest. All the bulbous eyes turned to Harry. Some looked confused while others looked murderous.
“He touches Her!” one elf called out
“How dares he!”
“He’s the One of the Mark… he’s can be touching Her,” another argued.
“The Great One be pure and virtuous. He’s not to be thinking of touching Her.”
“Excuses me, he’s was about to lick Her Bald Feline when we’s be coming in,” a voice near the back pointed out.
“Yeah, She’s be only human. They tends to do things like that.”
“She’s be the Great One,” a particularly angry elf said while shoving another to the floor. “She’s be above such things.”
“Batka saw Her place the One of the Mark’s second head in her mouth in the library,” a elf, presumably Batka, said before punching some other elf.
“You saw that?” both Harry and Hermione asked, completely shocked.
“Heresy!” With that battle cry, nearly every House-Elf attacked one another.
One group would argue in-between punches that the Great One was allowed to have intimate relations with the One of the Mark. “She’s be doing whatever and whoever She’s wants!” The other group dismissed such arguments by calling out, “She’s be above physical desires.” That and biting the ears of the other group. Some House-Elves were actually conjuring chairs solely for the purpose to use the piece of furniture as a bludgeoning weapon.
Apparently the only two elves not involved in the escalating battle were Fetch and Dobby, who were standing close to Harry and Hermione. Fetch humbly addressed Hermione, “Forgives us, oh Great One, sometimes we’s be liking a… heated discussion like this one,” he explained. “Fetch think it be best if Dobby would escorts You and the One of the Mark out of this room.”
Without waiting for a response, Dobby grabbed Harry and Hermione’s hands and they disappeared from the bathroom. With a pop, they appeared in Harry’s room.
“Dobby must goes back to help Fetch ends the… discussion,” Dobby said and quickly disappeared with a pop. A second later, Harry could hear Dobby’s muffled voice shout though the walls separating them; “The Great One happen to be enjoying playings with One of the Mark’s second head!” This was immediately followed by a loud bang.
Once in a while, a bang, scream, or crash would emanate from the bathroom indicating the breadth of the skirmish between the Elfish factions. For what seemed like minutes, Harry and Hermione stood in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Harry’s mind was filled with the revelation that Hermione was apparently the prophesied savior of House-Elves. But more importantly, Hermione was a really naughty witch! She wore ‘Hello Kitty’ knickers and was aroused at the House-Elf spank-fest. He was about to end the thoughtful silence and jibe her about her fetishes when a very loud and booming noise emanated from the Common Room. It was so loud that it felt like the very foundations of the Castle were being rocked. The noise even drowned out the elf-riot as well.
“YOU DID WHAT?”
“What the hell was that?” Hermione asked as dust fell from the rafters.
Harry was about to respond by saying he didn’t know when the voice boomed again.
“YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!”
“Is that…” began Harry upon recognizing the voice, “… Mrs. Weasley?”
“HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?”
Fearing the worst, Harry and Hermione dashed out of the room and down to the Common Room. They found Ron huddling in fear in the corner, while the Weasley matriarch was screaming at Ginny. Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer looked as if she was in total shock, her face was deathly white and her eyes appeared to be threatening to pop out of their sockets and run away. Mrs. Weasley was the living embodiment of rage; her face was a furious red and was twisted into a mask of anger. She continued to berate her daughter, not realizing that she was spitting in Ginny’s face as she ranted.
“THROWING YOURSELF AT HIM LIKE A SCARLET WOMAN! I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BEHAVE IN SUCH A MANNER!”
Ginny, who was wearing a humble set of robes (which Harry was immediately thankful for, he couldn’t handle seeing her naked again) looked like she had soiled herself very recently. “I-I-I-I-I’m not the scarlet woman, mum,” Ginny stuttered, trying to save herself. The fear in her voice was apparent, and her squeaking voice sounded like an underfed mouse compared to Mrs. Weasley’s booming voice. “Hermione’s let Harry lick her, down there. And she swallowed him, and he came in her eye!”
“MOLESTING THE POOR BOY AFTER YOU TIED UP HERMIONE! WHAT DROVE YOU TO DO THAT?” Molly shouted, completely ignoring her daughter’s statement.
Harry wondered for a moment if Mrs. Weasley had used a Sonorus Charm on herself, because her voice was far too loud to be natural.
All of the anger and rage pouring off of Mrs. Weasley wanted to make Harry run away like a scared little boy. But when he tried to turn and run away, he found that Hermione had once again taken sanctuary behind him and had wrapped her trembling arms around his midsection. Even though he wanted to run away, Harry now had to stand there and witness this most terrifying event unfold because Hermione had apparently gone into shock and he wouldn’t leave her there alone.
Harry considered grabbing Hermione and running back up the stairs with her in his arms. He was quite surprised to find out that his body was refusing to obey any command. Harry decided to add “Angry Mrs. Weasley” to the list of things that made him freeze up in fear.
“AND NAKED TO BOOT! YOUR BROTHER SAID HE SAW YOUR…your…” Mrs. Weasley seemed distressed at finishing her statement. But she wasn’t about to let anybody off without a proper lecture. “FOR MERLIN’S SAKE, HE SAW your cunny!” Apparently, Mrs., Weasley was so mortified that she had to use the word “cunny” in public, that she had said it so softly, in contrast to her normal /”Lecture Voice”/, that Harry thought he’d gone momentarily deaf.
“But Mum, they were naked too!” Ginny tried once again to derail her mother. “Look at them! She’s wearing a completely see-through gown, you can see everything! And he’s wearing nothing but shorts. Look-look-look!” she added frantically pointing at his crotch. “He’s hanging out of them!”
Harry wanted to put ‘Harry, Jr.’ away, but his mind was still too filled with terror to do so.
“AND THEN ATTACKING HERMIONE! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO BEAT YOU SILLY, YOUNG LADY!” Mrs. Weasley punctuated this threat by brandishing her fist in front of Ginny’s face.
“WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT WHAT YOU DID WAS ACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR?”
Harry gulped in fear and he felt Hermione shudder.
Mrs. Weasley roughly grabbed hold of Ginny’s ear and dragged the girl toward the exit of the Common Room. “JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER HEARS OF THIS, YOUNG LADY!” Mrs. Weasley screamed as she and her daughter disappeared into the hallway.
Somehow, Harry thought that whatever punishment Mr. Weasley could dish out for Ginny was nothing compared to what Mrs. Weasley was going to do to her.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, unfortunately too soon. Mrs. Weasley reentered the room with a stumbling Ginny still being dragged by the ear behind her. The older witch stomped up to Harry and wagged her finger in his face.
“I’m not your mother and you’re both adults,” Mrs. Weasley lectured. Even though her voice was calm, Harry still felt the anger pour off of her body. “But I do NOT approve of how fast you two are going!”
Once again, Mrs. Weasley dragged Ginny toward the exit by her ear. Mrs. Weasley paused in the doorway and turned back toward Harry and said, “However, regardless of my views, you should really try to improve your aim. It really does burn when it gets in your eye. I only wish Arthur would learn that. I’ve been telling him for years and years, but does he listen? No, he just shoots himself all willy-nilly over my face, not caring that it gets in my eye or up my nose…
“Also, Harry dear, put it away,” Mrs. Weasley suggested while glancing down at ‘Harry, Jr.’ “You’ll catch a cold.”
But Harry hadn’t really comprehended Mrs. Weasley’s comment on his manhood. Instead, his mind was filled with an incredibly disturbing image of a spent and naked Mr. Weasley standing over an equally naked, but more disturbingly, goo-covered Mrs. Weasley. Harry couldn’t take anymore and fainted.
*
There was no one else; no interruptions, no problems of the outside world, and no worries. Just the two of them… and tonight, the night was theirs alone. A hand lovingly caressed a cheek. His warm lips brushed against her lips. A throaty sigh escaped her mouth as he trailed kisses down her neck.
The two friends and lovers tossed their robes to the side without hesitation. Even though there was no need for haste, they had been waiting for this for a long time. He cupped her breasts in his hands and thanked the heavens for their wonderful gift of this woman while kissing her mounds. She purred as her lover tweaked her nipples.
With a wicked grin on her face that she knew would drive her man wild, she knelt in front of him as if she were at prayer at the alter of his love. She wrapped her hands around his already erect organ and leaned toward him. He held his breath as she took him into her mouth.
His mind was a whirl, no matter how many times she would take him like this, he would never tire of the sensation of her lovely and talented mouth around his love.
But, as these things happen from time to time, the man found that couldn’t hold back. Shortly after his lover began to work on his member, he grunted in an animalistic manner and she quickly pulled herself away since she still hadn’t grown to like the taste of his discharge.
“Hold on-” she implored. But it was too late. The thing she knew was going to happen, the thing she dreaded occurred. He unloaded himself upon her face. It splashed on her nose and into her eyes.
“Damn it!” she scolded her lover and began to wipe his seed from her eyes before too much of it seeped in. “I’ve told you before, you have to aim better, Arthur!”
With that, a messy faced Molly Weasley stormed out of the bedroom, leaving her husband panting.
*
Screaming as if his life was in mortal peril, Harry awoke from his nightmare. With sweat dripping form his body, he sighed in relief as he quickly realized that he was still in the Common Room where he had fainted after Mrs. Weasley had given him advice on how to aim properly so his ejaculate wouldn’t get in Hermione’s eyes. The nightmare had passed.
“You have it easy,” a trembling voice sounded from Harry’s right. “She’s not your mum.”
Harry turned to find his best mate, Ron, sitting on the floor several feet away from him, rocking back and forth. The red-haired wizard’s eyes were bloodshot and sunken, his face was the palest Harry had ever seen it. Harry assumed that his friend had gotten violently ill, several times.
“I’ve never seen a naked woman until yesterday,” murmured Ron, his voice hollow and his eyes looked past Harry as if they had seen enough horror to last him a lifetime. “Then… Then I saw Bellatrix, all… all that h-h-hair… The first woman I see naked almost makes me almost shun the notion of sex completely. Then the next bird I see is Hermione, and I hope you don’t mind me saying this Harry, but she is pretty hot. Nice set of jigglees on that girl. I thought that the horror I felt from seeing that Death Eater skank would have been chased away forever. And even better, Hermione was rolling around on the floor with another girl. The first thing that popped in my mind was ‘/This is great! I get to see two naked witches go at it. What luck!'”/ Ron continued in his lifeless monotone. “I even thought the other witch was kinda… was kinda… h-h-h-” Ron began to stutter as he forced himself to give voice to his shame. “I thought she was h-h-hot. Harry, it was my little sister for Merlin’s sake! I saw her… her bits! A brother should not be forced to see his sister’s… bits! It’s not fair!
“I did what any bloke in my situation would do: I ran to my Mum.” Harry could tell that Ron was in a losing battle with his personal demons. “I fire-called her and she came straight away. I told Mum what happened, how Hermione and Ginny were fighting over you and that Ginny had even tried to molest you. Well, she gave me a talking to, about how I wasn’t a good brother and how it was my fault because I set a bad example for her and what-not. So my day was getting worse: I saw my sister’s… bits and then my mother was blaming me. But I figured it couldn’t get much worse. But then she had to go and give you…. advice…”
Harry shuddered in fear of the recollection of that advice.
“I could have gone my entire life very happily without hearing my mum admit that she’s had my dad’s baby batter in her eyes.” Ron paused before concluding: “I will never be hard again.”
Harry nodded his head silently as he too wondered if ‘Harry, Jr.’ would ever come out and play again.
Both emotionally distraught wizards turned to the portrait hole as the Fat Lady’s painting swung open. Hermione walked in followed by Dobby; each was carrying a tray piled high with food. Harry noticed immediately that the tray that Dobby was carrying was loaded with cakes, éclairs, and biscuits, whereas Hermione’s tray had a varied array of fruits and vegetables. Much to Harry’s dread, Dobby, with his tray filled with delectable goodies, headed straight for Ron. Since Hermione was still insisting that Harry remain on his mysterious diet, she placed the tray of veggies and fruit in front of him.
“Can’t I have one éclair?” Harry asked pitifully.
“He can have it all, for all I care,” Ron offered in his monotone. “I don’t think I’ll eat another bite for the rest of my life.”
“Don’t tell me you two are still troubled what Molly said?” Hermione asked.
“Your mum didn’t just tell you what my mum did,” retorted Ron.
“No, but I did walk in on my parents once,” countered Hermione. She added in an undertone, “To this day, I just don’t see what men like about that silly metal bikini Carrie Fisher wore…
“Ron, your mother just told you that she is still very much in love with your father.” Hermione stated in a clear voice. “You should feel happy for her, not revolted by the notion.”
“What she told us about wasn’t love!” Ron said heatedly, the monotone gone from his speech. “That isn’t love… that’s… that’s…”
“What? ‘A blow-job’?” Hermione finished for Ron. The red-haired recoiled at the term “blow-job” as if Hermione had physically struck him. Hermione continued despite Ron’s reaction, “It isn’t necessarily love, but it proves you mother loves your father and is willing to do an activity that makes him happy.”
“Hermione, they… they’re old and they have kids,” Harry put in. “They shouldn’t be doing things like that.”
“They aren’t too old to have feelings for each other. And a desire to act on those feelings,” argued Hermione. “And as for having kids, Ron has six siblings; counting the twins, Molly has given birth six times. Do you think that means Molly and Arthur have only had sex a total of six times?”
“YES!” both Ron and Harry shouted. Neither one wanted to have the image of the elder Weasleys shagging. Upon wishing that they didn’t want said image entering their mind, naturally that particular image happened to enter their minds.
“Oh please, Ron. I’m certain that your parents have had sex many more than six times in their life,” stated Hermione. “Think of it as ‘practice runs’ if you will. And they like these ‘practice runs’ so much that even though they aren’t having any more babies, they still enjoy doing them.
“And as for you, Harry,” Hermione said turning to her boyfriend. “From all the stories I’ve heard about your father, I’m sure James took every opportunity to do some ‘practice runs’ with your mother.”
Harry used all of his will to block the image of his parents fooling around that was threatening to enter his mind.
“And don’t forget your father was an Animagus as well,” Hermione added with a touch of amusement. “I wouldn’t be surprised to find out if Lily was a little curious and…” Seeing the absolute looks of horror and dismay on her boyfriend’s face, Hermione decided to unleash her more playful side. “Hmmm… I wonder. Is it actually bestiality if the animal’s really human?”
Harry didn’t register the rest of Hermione’s train of thought because he blacked out once again. Mercifully.

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Best Friends 2

If you’ve read the first part you will already know i was 15 at the time of this story.
My name is Tony and my best friend is called Paul and he is also 15.
It was the morning after our first sexual encounter and Paul rang to say he needed to talk with me, so we arranged to meet at “The Bridge”. It was the place where our gang used to hang out on weekend nights, we’d go there so we could drink and smoke without the risk of getting caught as it was an old bridge across a dis-used railway line and you could see anyone approaching from any direction long before they could see you.
When i arrived at the bridge Paul was already there waiting as soon as i saw him i got really nervous, i knew what he would want to talk about but was worried at what he would say.
“Hiya” i said as i approached.
“Hi” he replied.
Then he started off on this long speech about how he was sorry for the previous night and that he had no right to expect me to do those kind of things with him.
I said it was OK if i had been that bothered about it i would have stopped him.
But i needed to know. “Are you gay?” i asked straight out.
“No, i don’t think so. I like girls and i think about girls and look at girls in mags when i wank. It’s just i find hard cocks a real turn on too”.
“Look I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore please just don’t tell the other lads”
“I wouldn’t tell them anyway but i still want to be your friend”, I replied.
” I’ve thought about hard cocks too for a while and if I’m totally honest last night was great.”
” To tell you the truth I’ve had a constant hard-on thinking of it”
“Me too.” he said
And the truth was my teenage cock was straining against the front of my jeans. I needed to get it out and bring myself off pretty soon.
“Paul, I’m going round the back of the trees to have a wank it’s up to you if you join me”.
I walked round the other side of the half a dozen trees that had taken root on the bridge once round the other side i couldn’t get my cock out quick enough.
I had only been stroking myself for about 30 seconds when Paul came round an stood besides me, he got his cock out and began stroking himself too. I looked at his cock and it was so hard the head was turning purple!
“How did it feel when i fucked you?”
“It felt strange and it hurt at first but once the pain went and we started fucking it felt fantastic!”
“I have fingered my arse while I’ve wanked, I’ve even tried putting other things up there. It seems to make me cum harder when i have something in my arse!” I said.
we carried on stroking in silence for a couple of minutes. Then he asked me if i wanted to stroke each other. I didn’t say anything i just reached across and took hold of his hard cock and he returned the favour. Stroking each other felt so good, we turned to face each other all the while fisting each others hard cocks.
We both started to get precum so we rubbed the ends of our cocks together it felt amazing!
Without saying a word Paul dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, the feeling was indescribable and i let out a low moan. He carried on sucking and licking on my length as he pulled my jeans down to my ankles. He started cupping and stroking my balls, he let my cock out of his mouth and push it back against my stomach as he began licking my balls and all the way up the underside of my cock.
Just when i thought i was going to cum he stopped and stood up we kissed as we continued wanking each other.He broke our kiss and sucked on his finger, he then put his hand on my arse and started to tease my tight hole as he wanked me. Within seconds i was pushing back against his finger trying to get it inside me but he just kept teasing me.
Then when i was about to grab his hand and force his finger into me he let it slowly slide into my arse, my cock twitched with excitement.
He got back down on his knees and started sucking my cock again as he finger fucked my arse, I was thrusting in to his mouth and pulling back so his finger slid in even deeper. I was moaning in exctasy.
He stopped sucking and looked up at me and said does that feel good? I couldn’t speak so i just nodded my head in approval.
He told me to turn around and bend over the wall, I was not sure what to expect whatever it was i wasn’t going to stop him.
He knelt behind me and reached round to carry on playing with my cock, then i felt his tongue on my arse hole. Gently lick round my little hole then trying to push it inside me. His finger started teasing my hole again as he licked me. My hole started to relax then he pushed his finger in as far as he could all the time licking me and wanking me. I could not believe i hadn’t cum by now.
Then without warning he shoved 2 fingers into my arse. It hurt like hell and i flinched in pain. He kept his fingers inside me but did not move them until my arse got used to them and relaxed again.
He carried on finger fucking me for a while as i pushed my arse back to meet every thrust he made into my arse.
He pulled his fingers out and stood up he leaned over me and whispered in my ear, ” So you want to know how it feels to be fucked?”
Alarm bells rang in my head. His cock was huge!
” NO, you’re too big Paul!”
“It’s OK I’ll take it slowly and if you say stop I’ll stop.”
In reality i wanted him in me but the size of his cock worried me!
I felt the tip of his cock press against my arse hole. My arse was nice and wet from the licking he gave me and his cock was well lubed with precum.
He pushed a little harder and i felt my arse stretch to take his cock then the pain started, I yelled out.
He asked me if i wanted him to stop and i said no but don’t go any deeper just yet.
After a few seconds the pain eased and i told him to carry on, I could feel him entering me inch by inch, i had to stop him every few seconds to let my arse adjust to the size of this hard man flesh that was entering me.
Overall it took about ten minutes until i felt his pubic hair against my arse cheeks then i knew he was all the way in.
Take it slow i told him once the pain eased. He drew back only about an inch then pushed forward again. Carrying on like this until he was pulling nearly all the way out then sliding all the way in again.
He began to increase speed as i asked him for more.
He was fucking me quite hard and fast now and i could feel his hard cock deep in me i was wanking myself in time to his fucking.
He held my waist as he pushed me off then pulled me back onto his cock.
“God Paul you never told me it felt this good!” I said
He just grunted in reply
“Paul I feel like a cheap slut letting you fuck my arse, but it feels so good”
“You’re my fucking slut and i’m going to cum in your slutty arse in a minute!”
“Fuck yes, Fuck me, Fill my arse with your cum i want to feel you cum in me!”
He groaned loudly and thrust deeper than ever into me I felt his cock get bigger and harder in me then i felt it start to pump his hot teenage cum deep up my arse. He let out a long groan as his body began to twitch as he unloaded his balls into my arse.
“Yes, yes ,yes oh fuck yes!” was all i could say
I looked down at my own cock which was harder than i’d ever known it and precum was almost coming out like piss!
I wanked harder and began to cum, my cum must have shot 3 feet out of the end of my cock. I seemed to cum for ages as shot after shot of cum squirted out of my cock.
We stayed there me bent over the wall, Paul bent over me with his cock still inside me until we got our breath back. His cock went soft and slid out of my arse. We both fell to the floor and sat there for a while saying nothing.
I could feel his cum running out of me, it felt quite erotic for some reason.
When we finally spoke we both agreed, no more apologies, and as long as we were both happy with what we were doing then we’d carry on. Obviously we swore each other to secrecy.
Over the years we became more like lovers than friends. Even sharing the same bed for the night on a few occasions. We tried out everything we could think of, we both wanted a threesome with another guy. But we didn’t know which of our firends we could seduce……………………………………….but thats another story!
I am happily married these days my wife and i have a wonderful sex life, she has no idea about my teenage flings with my friend.
I love sex with my wife but sometimes i would once again love to suck and wank a hard cock!

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The Library

A young college student discovers that she has a huge task in front of her before she can join the sorority…

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Nasty Boys by Millie Dynamite

Flash story about two boys fool around on a random chat site and meet a woman that convinces the boys to do nasty things together. Very different than my usual story. No murder, rape, or violence. Read and enjoy leave a comment if you like.

Fantasy

Learned My Lesson

In the middle of class, You call on me, but I don’t hear it. You write a note and hand it to me. I bite my lip, staring down at the note;
See me after class
I look up at you. You stare back at me for a moment, then go back to teaching. I start taking extensive notes, pouting slightly, contemplating what you want to talk to me about.
The bells rings suddenly and every one races to the door to get to the next class. I stay in my seat, packing my things slowly. You walk over to the door, close it, then lock it.
I turn to You, biting my lip, slightly worried.
“Do you know why I asked you to stay after class?” You ask. I shake my head slowly. You lean against your desk, your arms crossed. “Guess, then”
“Erm..my grades are slipping?” I ask, playing with a stray curl in my face. You shake your head.
“Your grades are perfect, unlike your attitude in class,” You reply. I bite my lip, pulling my curl.
“I’m sorry Professor,” I mumble. “I don’t..mean to..I just daydream a lot..” You nod, sighing.
“I’ve noticed that and it bothers me quite a bit,” You say. “You’re a good student and I don’t think anything should get in your way..especially day-dreaming.”
“I’m..sorry Professor,” I mumble again.
“No..you aren’t..but you will be” You say. I turn my head to one side, You sit down at Your desk. I stand up and walk over to You slowly.
You stare up at me from Your swivel chair, an angry stare upon Your face. I cringe away from Your glare, then look at the chalk board. Your hand is suddenly on my thigh, inching under my black mini-skirt.
I look down at You, You stare back. I realize I’ve mistaken Your lust for anger. I feel myself become wet suddenly. Your other and moves up my thigh.
“I believe I need to teach you a lesson,” You say. I bite my lip, becoming more moist with every word You say. Chills run down my spine as Your hands reach my waist. I shiver, You raise Your eyebrows. “Yes, I believe I will.”
You lift up my skirt, Your fingers on the waistband of my bright rouge panties. You pull them down, all the way to my knees, then Your fingers slide to my pussy.
“Hmm..You’re shaved?” You say, Your fingers tracing along my nether lips. I shake my head slowly, my body entirely still besides my heart which is beating at a rapid rate. “How else then, are you bald?”
“Waxed,” I mumble. You smirk, Your fingers gently brushing over my clit. I shutter.
“You’re wet for?” You ask. I nod once, slowly. You smile, pulling me towards You quickly. You unzip Your trousers, then have me sit on Your lap, facing You, my legs straddling Your waist. You slowly pull Your hard cock out and kiss me, fully, passionately on my lips.
You pull me onto Your big cock, I whimper.
“What is it?” You ask gently, Your hands on either of my thighs, lifting me, Your cock pressed onto my opening.
“I’ve never..done this before..” I mumble. You raise Your eyebrows, incredulous.
“You’re a virgin?” You ask. I bite my lip.
“Erm…out of technicality, no..” I mumble. “Rape doesn’t count, does it?” You shake Your head. “Uhm..then..yes, I am.”
You nod slowly, kiss me, then plunge Your cock deep inside of me.
I moan against Your lips, my eyes fluttering shut. You pull my hips all the way to Yours, making my legs press against the cold metal of Your desk. You thrust gently, then hard, then gently, then hard again, in rhythm. You pull away from our kiss, lifting up my shirt, then unhook my bra. You lick my nipples, pinch them gently.
I moan louder and louder as You begin to thrust faster, harder, forgetting Your hard/gentle pattern and focusing more on the Hard. You grab my ass, Your cock penetrating deeper and deeper into me.
I feel Your cock swell within me and You throw me off You, into the chalk board. You grab my hair and push me onto Your large metal desk, bent over. I feel Your cock press against my ass, but before I have time to brace myself You ram into it.
I shout out in pain as You begin to thrust, not really able to move because f my tightness. Your cock is so hard and big that it barely fists at all. After awhile of thrusting, You are able to move in and out. I moan, pleasure moving through me in waves. YOU bend over me, Your fingers grabbing my swollen clit, rubbing it fiercely.
You drill into my as harder, harder, Your hands moving up to my breasts. You pull out abruptly, then plunge Yourself into my pussy. You fuck me, hard. You pinch my nipples, pulling slightly.
I moan then shout out, “Professor!” , loudly, my orgasm crashing on my like a tidal wave. You pull out of my pussy, pull my hair and force me onto my knees in front of You.
I stare up at You, slightly dazed from my First climax. You stare down at me, something close to pride- and-lust-filled anger crossing Your face. I bite my lip, then look down at Your swollen cock. It’s fully erect and looks so very delicious. I lick my lips hungrily.
“Suck on it if you must,” You say. I bite my lip, staring u at You. You look down at me, then tug my hair. “Fucking suck it, slut,” You growl at me. I cringe, then lick it up and down. I lick up, then down ts pulsing veins, wanting to relieve it of its large load. I look down at my breasts, my nipples fully perked.
“Tit-fuck me, please, Professor?” I ask. You smirk down at me. You pull my hair to make me stand up, then You force me back onto the cool metal of Your desk again. You spit in between my tits, straddle my abdomen, then put Your cock between my breasts.
I press my breasts together and You slide Your cock between them. I engulf the head of Your cock between my lips, nibbling gently. You slide Your cock in-out-in my mouth, my teeth grazing onto it. You moan each time my teeth meet Your head. I rub and squeeze Your balls softly.
When Your cock is nearly red and fully swollen, You pull away from my tits and slide down to my wist. You shove Your ever-swelling cock into my pussy. I shout out, moaning as You thrust Your swell in and out of me. Each thrust harder, faster, more painful, yet much more pleasurable.
I sit-up a bit, reaching past Your ass as You pump furiously into me. I squeeze Your balls as they slap onto my ass. We moan simultaneously, climaxing. You cum inside of me, kiss my lip, then stand over my nude body.
“Hmmm..I suppose this will be a good enough lesson for today,” You say, throwing my clothes at me.
I dress, You write me a pass for the class that I’ve missed almost entirely.
“Get to class,” You call after me while I’m walk, nearly limping, out of Your classroom. “And expect another lesson tomorrow.”
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That’s..a fantasy..

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