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MY LOVER’S TOYBOY

“Do you like that baby? Are you enjoying having your cock sucked?” my lover asks.
“How long can you hold out for?

Mouse Trap

BE ADVISED: Although designed to be appreciated by itself, the following writing will make more sense to readers of the first 2 segments of “Dire Action” trilogy.
CONTENT WARNING: This particular writing segment contains perceivable rape, orgasm denial, science-fiction, legal irresponsibility, curse word usage, pharmaceutical usage, and firearm usage.
The white mouse yawned as she walked along the wall of her clinic, closing the blinds. She was used to much busier days, but with the facility in partial-lockdown and all experimentation under arrest, she was only rarely called for assignments, and even then, they tended to be brief. She’d been cooped up far too long in this building. Everyone had been. Ever since the earthquake knocked out their communication systems over a month before, they’ve been out of contact with friends and family overseas. Not that they were allowed much contact anyway. Such is the nature of working for the military on an artificial island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. They weren’t equipped to deal with long-term isolation, so with the incoming shortage of food limiting choices, authority figures, such as Officer Jake, could no longer pull the wool over the eyes of its workers. This was a serious situation, and now, everyone knew it. Although loyalty remained strong, morale had begun to sink and the chain of command grew increasingly less formal.
At last closing the final set of blinds, Dr. Kaidi turned her head to view the BESA unit, a chair specializing in organic sterilization and stimulation. She walked up to its control panel, and began typing a series of commands, shutting down the various stages of the chair. Before deactivating the final sequence, she took a moment to take off her lab coat. The heat in the medical wing had a way of fluctuating wildly, and she felt a bit overheated. With just her blue scrubs on, she reached into her lab coat for the clinic’s keys, before placing them in her pocket and pressing her attention again to the control panel. Her bored mind began to drift into a daydream, and she thought of her last patient, Private Diris, a female dragoness with what Kaidi felt was a stunning figure. But of course, Kaidi was a professional, and would never express such a thing to a patient. Still, Kaidi had never performed the sterilization procedure on a female before, a procedure which entailed bringing the patient to the brink of orgasm, keeping them there for some time, and then allowing them to orgasm. She was very surprised to see the dragoness’ ecstatic reaction. “Is the procedure that pleasurable for ALL women?” she pondered.
She thought about what it would be like to go through the procedure herself, but alas, she didn’t work in the genetic’s department, thus, there would never be a need for her to undergo it. She sighed, her eyes drifting to the floor, when something incredibly obvious suddenly struck her, “Even Officer Jake, our head of security, is breaking protocol in these trying times…” she turned around, glancing towards the blinded windows before quickly looking back at the floor. “No… I can’t do that” she said in a hushed tone under her breath. Normally her work keeps her busy enough to keep her mind off of her sexual interests, but she’d been understandably pent up what with the lack of activity in the medical wing. Her mind began to justify things. When would she ever get an opportunity like this again? This isn’t half as bad as what Officer Jake’s doing, and who would find out anyway? A naughty grin cut from the corner of her mouth.
She spun around in place, double-checking the windows. The doors closed, the windows blocked, and the room completely soundproof, the obtuse solitude comforted her. No one holds a card authorized to open the door in this room but her. A gentle surge of adrenaline sent a shiver down her spine. She was really gonna do this, and frankly, she was psyched. Turning towards the control panel, she expertly entered a series of complex commands. She had never operated this machine remotely before, so she wanted to make sure it was as easy and straightforward as possible. She picked up the remote from underneath the hologram and cycled through the sequences. She had managed to set it up to the single press of a button. The first sequence locks her in place, the second places the chair into its stimulation mode, the third begins her stimulation, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm but no further, the fourth sets the machine in full throttle stimulation, and the final sequence revs the system down and removes the binding latches. Even if something went wrong, she could halt everything with voice commands. She even bound a kill-switch button on the remote, just in case. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.
As the doctor approached the chair, she glanced over her shoulder at the windows and door once more to alleviate her paranoia. She removed her scrub pants, and then her panties, neatly folding them before placing them on the floor. As she sat in the BESA chair, her heart began to race. She warded off her guilt with justifiable sensibilities. After all, would it not be beneficial for her patients if she had some experience with this procedure first-hand? Now seated in place, she pressed the button on her remote. Steel latches shot out of the chair, binding her wrists, waist, neck, and ankles. She pressed the button again, and the latches around her wrists and neck retracted. With her legs and waist still bound, the seat underneath her began to shift and transform until it fit the contours of her body. The position of the leg clamps shifted, bringing her to a kneeling position over what ergonomically resembled a motorcycle seat, complete with handles. Kaidi grabbed one of the handles with her free hand to balanced herself. Now kneeling on the seat, a portion of the padding opened up, forming a seal around her vulva.
The deed imminent, Kaidi closed her eyes and constituted herself before pressing the button once more. Though expecting it, Kaidi let out a sharp squeak as her cavity was instantly filled with a warm, gooey fluid, which was followed by two, powerful, somewhat tentacle-like appendages. She went quiet, tranquilized by the lovely sensations as every milimeter of her innards were rubbed and sucked by each calculated twist and thrust of the tentacles. Forgetting to breathe for the moment, she let out a long wavy sigh before inhaling sharply, feeling her excitement grow exponentially. She knew it had to be good, but not this good. It was clear that at this rate that it wouldn’t be long before she approached her orgasm. Her breathing grew more and more labored, her sighs making way for pants. The tentacles picked up their pace. Their slick, smooth surface lacked texture, but made up for it ten times over in behavior. They adapted, knowing exactly what was and wasn’t getting her off. She couldn’t possibly instruct them more efficiently herself. Kaidi let out a long, soft moan that echoed gently against the large walls of the room as she neared her orgasm. She knew the machine wouldn’t allow her to orgasm until she pressed the button again, but she didn’t dwell on the remote. She didn’t expect to, nor would she want to, stay on the edge as long as her previous patient, Diris, did, but she was certainly curious to what her own personal limits were.
Approaching ever so close to climax, the mouse inhaled deeply and clenched her hands, one around the handle-bar, one around the remote. The appendages did not slow down, and for a moment, she thought that they were unintentionally going to drive her over the edge. Her back arched and her eyes clamped shut, when just before the edge of orgasm, the tentacles stopped instantaneously, and entirely. Her eyes shot open, and with her heart racing, she teetered perfectly on the edge of orgasm. Instinctively, her hips rocked into the machine, but could not move enough for any stimulation. After a few seconds, the appendages every so gingerly began to squirm, keeping her right on the brink. She’d known that this machine was designed to keep the patient on the edge of orgasm, but she had no idea that it would be this close. Her thoughts shot back to Diris, who had been in this state for over ten minutes, and here, Kaidi was feeling overwhelmed in less than ten seconds. Kaidi checked her watch, compelled to keep going as long as she could. She then grabbed the bar once more, desperately grinding as much as she could into the machine. For what felt like eternity, she held on for as long as she could, but soon, she began to shake in uncomfortable longing. She checked her watch, “Two minutes, thirty seconds?!” she thought to herself. She could hardly believe how close she was. She yearned desperately for the tentacles to return to their original pace. To press the button and let go. Relief. At the very least, she wished the tentacles would back off of her edging a bit, rather than dancing with her nerve endings like a hair trigger. Her mind screamed for release as she quivered, the sloth of time taking its toll. Her eyes began to well up with tears, blurring her vision as, once more, she checked her watch. Three minutes, forty-five seconds. Defeated, it was clear to her why patients were bound the way they were. A seemingly infinite number of moments later, she checked her watch one last time. Four minutes, five seconds. Unable to bear one more second of this torture, she at last pressed the button.
With no hesitation, the tentacles picked up pace to full speed, and near-instantaneously, Kaidi was thrown over the edge, her hands and feet contorting as her climax hit her full throttle. Her vent clenched powerfully around the appendages in rhythm with the pulses of pleasure encompassing her body. Her back arched and each wave of pleasure was followed by an ecstatic cry. Her mind was swimming in euphoria, and her muscles contracted in response. The utter intensity enticed her toes to curl and her hands to clench. It went on for what felt like a full minute before she finally began to calm down, and the stimulation from the tentacles began to grow uncomfortable.
Thoroughly satisfied, she pressed the last button, designed to power the machine off. The machine kept up its vigorous rate. Kaidi waited a moment and then pressed the button again but the tentacles continued at their pace. Now in the refractory mode of her post-orgasmic state, the pleasure made way for pain. Now squirming in the increasing discomfort, she glared down at the remote to find that it was slightly damaged. “Oh shit” the otherwise well-mannered mouse spouted. She must have accidentally crushed it during her orgasm. She let out a pained squeek as the machine continued at its relentless pace. This was becoming seriously painful. She shook the remote and continued hitting the button, trying to get it to stop, and it wasn’t long before the sensations began to grow unbearable. “B-Bessy. Cycle the next s-sequence!” she stammered. A professional, mildly robotic female voice echoed through the room “I’m sorry, but this action requires higher control privileges.” Writhing, the doctor’s voice stammers again, “I’m the highest ranking m-medical personnel in the facility! Run a v-voice analyses!” The computer responds once more in its usual, flat yet happy tone, “The medical division of the BWG, Bureau of Weaponized Genetics, apologizes for any confusion on this matter, and would be happy to clarify for you: All personnel, military, medical, or otherwise, forfeit their rank and permissions during any Class A sanitation or Class B or greater sterilizing procedure in order to mitigate any attempts to interfere with the procedure. We understand that this procedure can be uncomfortable. Please refer any further questions to the doctor. Thank you.” Kaidi wouldn’t have believed it if she didn’t hear it with her own, long and rounded ears. “I AM the doctor! Doctor Kaidi!” Her toes curled as she let out a long, uneven squeal. “Hello Dr. Kaidi. Please refer any further questions to the doctor supervising your procedure.” Her legs pushed against the bonds, trying to separate herself from the machine, but it was in vain. There was no physical way out of this contraption and she knew it. Her eyes began to well up in tears and with a shaken voice, she cried out for help to anyone who may be standing in the halls, but this too was in vain. She writhed in place as the machine mercilessly tenderized her innards. She dug her fingernails into the side of the remote and tried to pry it open. After some nerve-racking struggling, she discovered that the internal damage was much worse than hinted by the exterior. Wires were torn, solder was knocked out of place, and there was a giant crack through the circuit-board. It was apparent that even if she could concentrate enough to fix this, she didn’t have the tools to do it. Her shaking paw placed the remote back into her lab coat pocket and she began scouring her pockets for anything that could help her. Pens, pencils, a notepad, and a sound recorder… useless. Tears began to obstruct her vision as she continued to cry out for help. She was already completely out of ideas. She thought the edging was unbearable, but this was so much worse. She felt like her mind was going to split open. “Bessy! H-how long will this c-continue if not interrupted?!” the patronizingly happy voice responded, “Your B-Sat levels are at eighty nine point three three percent. Standard protocol requires less than zero point five zero percent B-Sat levels to conclude the procedure. Your current rate of B-Sat level decline is zero point zero zero percent per minute. At this rate, it will take ERROR minutes to complete the procedure. The procedure shall run until your B-Sat levels are under zero point five zero percent or until the facility power is completely drained. At this rate, the procedure is due to continue for approximately six hundred twenty eight years, thirty four days, eight hours, thirteen minutes, and thirty seconds, accurate within a fifteen second calibration.” The doctor began to catastrophically lose her constitution. “Let me out of this thing you stupid fucking cunt!”
As time passed, the doctor’s hope was beginning to dwindle, and she was in too much distress to try to formulate a new plan out. As the frenzied mouse tugged hopelessly at the machine, she heard a hopeful thud coming from the door, and she let out an uneven cry, “HELP!” The distinct beep of a keycard being flashed at the lock echoed through the room, and there appeared the husky officer, with a first aid duffel bag in hand. “O-Officer J-Ja-Jake!” the mouse stammered with just as much relief as embarrassment. “You left your security camera on! Are you okay?!” the blushing officer replied, closing the door behind him and propping it closed with the duffel bag as the rodent squealed, “Turn this thing off!”. The husky briskly walked to the holographic monitor and glared at the screen. “P-please! Cycle the next sequence! Turn it off!” the doctor cried, her words beginning to slurr. “Uh, BESA, cycle the next sequence.” Jake had no idea how to operate a BESA. The cheery voice responds once more, “I’m sorry Officer, but only medical personnel are authorized to operate specialized equipment.” “Turn it off manually!” the mouse cried “How?!” the husky replied, who was faced with a complicated looking command prompt. The mouse stuttered and squealed as she tried to explain the commands to turn it off, but given the complexity of the code and the inexperience of Jake, very little progress was being made. This continued for nearly a minute before the doctor, arms clenched to her body and fingers contorted, began to hyperventilate, and couldn’t formulate complete sentences. “Doctor, you’re not making any sense, it’s asking for your fingerprint, I can’t get any further.” Desperately as she try, she could not explain how to bypass it.
The husky moved away from the hologram and approached the machine. With Kaidi still trembling and crying terribly, the officer withdrew a multi-tool and tried to pry the steel bindings apart, but the steel bars were too thick; it was clear that the pliers would break before the bars. Suddenly Kaidi had an idea. “J-J-Jake- grab the- over in- an autoinjector..” Kaidi couldn’t formulate a straight answer and Jake was on his knees prying, hardly paying attention anyway. Kaidi grabbed Jake by his shirt with a deathgrip, and heaved him to his feet with a strength disproportional to her size, held him facing her, then released one hand to point to a shelf opposite of the room. Upon releasing him, he darted to the shelf and opened its’ drawer. Inside were combat shots. Jake was quite familiar with these, autoinjectors filled with adrenaline, dopamine, and a bunch of other feel-good chemicals, but he wasn’t quite sure what she wanted them for. He ponderously crept back to Kaidi with the shot in hand, “Doctor, what do you expect to do with-” the mouse interrupted him, snatching the autoinjector out of his hand, and with no hesitation, uncapped it and drove it into her leg. The officer refrained from spouting something about how that was against protocol and simply stood there dumbfounded. In a matter of seconds, Kaidi stopped crying and let out a long sigh of relief. “What the hell was that?” barked the husky. Kaidi, now panting pleasurably replied, “Dopamine… cancels out the refractory period after orgasm.. Turns the pain back into pleasure.” The husky, somewhat relieved to see the doctor in substantially less discomfort, relaxed a bit. “Okay, so how do I disengage this thing.” Kaidi let out a long, gentle moan. “Doctor Kaidi?” the husky inquired again. The mouse, not sure what to say, ignored him. The pleasure back, she didn’t want it to stop now. With the chemically induced arousal, it felt even better than before. “Kaidi!” the husky barked. “I’m sorry! Please just give me a minute!” The mouse was feeling too much pleasure to even feel the embarrassment of the officer looking at her. Officer Jake glanced around the room, making sure everything was closed before facing Kaidi once more. He’d always been obtusely bashful (one may call it his Achilles heel), needless to say, he wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to be saying right now, so he just kept his muzzle shut.
For some time, the officer thought the worst part of this moment was figuring out what to say at the end of all this. That is, until he noticed her vital signs. Over 170 beats per minute and climbing. He was no doctor, nor a medic, but he knew enough to know that that wasn’t right. “Kaidi!” he hollered with urgency, “Your heart’s going way too fast! You have to tell me how to turn this off, NOW!” Kaidi, lost in her own world of ecstasy, couldn’t form a response even if she wanted to. She was visibly hyperventilating, and quite entranced. As Jake fussed with the controls, Kaidi’s demeanor changed. She was shaking, and writhing, clearly in pleasure, but her posture pointed and she looked fatigued and uncomfortable. Her heart rate nearing two hundred beats per minute, Jake drew his gun from his holster, “Fuck this.” Before firing several rounds into the power supply of the machine, ensuing a series of sparks and cracks before finally, catastrophic shutoff. The machine’s latches gave out and a panting mouse stepped off of it, and clearly dizzy, leaned against the BESA, “You’re okay now, just try to relax.” Jake turned around and picked up her clothes before facing her again, only to find her fingers buried deep in her vent, feverishly trying to work herself to orgasm, “Nnnnggg! This isn’t enough!” Jake approached her and grabbed her arm, “Kaidi, you need to get a grip! You need to calm your body!”, Kaidi opened her eyes momentarily before locking eyes with the husky, “A grip you say?”, suddenly, she pulled her dripping hand away from her crotch, and planted it onto Jake’s. The officer let out a comically high-pitched yelp before stepping back, moving his hands to his block his bulge, “Kaidi, no! You need to-“ “What I need right now, officer, is help! Please Jake, I need it, deep, and hard!” she lunged once again for his crotch at which point he jolted backwards before stuttering, “BESA, restrain her!” briskly, over a dozen robotic forceps descended from the ceiling and held the mouse in place, “Bessy! Doctor’s clearance! Restrain HIM!”, the forceps hesitated then began to obey. “Security clearance. Restrain her.” The husky growled. Like a child caught between two parents, the forceps peeked left and right between the options before opting to obey. The mouse shouted quickly “Jake’s indicated to me that he wants to kill himself and intends on acting on it, I’m vocally signing a 302 warrant!” the husky tilted his head, “Wait wha-“ in an instant, the forceps plowed at maximum speed against the broad-figured canine, pinning him on the ground and disarming him of his gun and knife in one smooth, fierce movement. With incredible grace, Kaidi leapt onto Jake’s lap, “Don’t fight it Jake” she said as she eagerly undid his zipper like a birthday present (and it’s not even her birthday) “You keep saying no…” without even reaching in, the husky’s large member ejected like a spring outward, “…but your raging hard on screams yes!”, Jake’s struggle against the powerful forceps appeared pathetic. He wasn’t moving an inch more than the machine wanted him to, “Kaidi! Don’t do this!” she placed her fingers against her wrist for a few seconds and let go, “My heart-rate is fine now. I really need this!” Jake growled, “This isn’t how I wanted to do this!”, Kaidi laughed, positioning her vent over his thick girth, “And how would you have preferred it?” Jake went silent as Kaidi toyed with her pleasure button. She gawked at his length, most impressive, as is quite apparent even with his pants on. She gently slid her slit against his length, teasing herself even more, before finally looking up at Jake, who remained silent, his head turned to the side. Suddenly, she realized she somehow sprung a note with that comment. “Jake… how would you have preferred it?” Jake let out a long, shuddering exhale, “I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you to dinner some time…” Kaidi froze for a moment. Jake looked up, “You’re intelligent, kind, and very level-headed. I’ve felt way out of my league.” Kaidi remained knelt motionless for just a moment longer, the silence being broken only by the consistent sparking of the late BESA. But soon, a warm smile met her face, and she suddenly grabbed his broad jawline, pulling his head forward, before locking into a kiss. A few moments into this embrace, and Jake suddenly went very limp. Upon separation, Kaidi whispered, “I’m sorry Jake, if this isn’t what you want. I really need this. Please, you’re a good man… Try to enjoy this.” Clearly not making any progress, Jake elected not to continue fighting. Kaidi restrained herself no longer; in one smooth movement she mounted the full length of his pulsing girth. Jake exhaled a gentle sigh of pleasure. At this reaction, Kaidi locked eyes with Jake momentarily before he turned away. She closed her eyes and let her body do what came natural. Her fingers explored her clitoral hood as she rode the husky, at first slow and smooth, but quickly picking up in pace. Jake turned to face her, and he noticed her eyes were now shut, lost in the moment of their connection. Jake let out another long sigh, and almost like clockwork, Kaidi picked up the pace yet again. She bobbed on his member, grinding and thrusting. As pent up as Kaidi was, it wasn’t long before she felt her second orgasm coming on. She began sighing, vocally, enjoying the freedom of going at her own pace, when a Jake’s soft voice broke it’s silence, “Kaidi?” he said hesitantly, “I’m close…” he said, his eyes clamped. Kaidi smiled, “Impeccable timing, Officer.” As Jake’s breathing accelerated, Kaidi’s orgasm hit her full-throttle. Her loud cries echoed off the walls as her walls clamped mercilessly around Jake’s length, driving him over the edge, he unleashed a loud howl which actually managed to startle the rodent. In unison climax, he pumped rope after rope of his thick seed deep within, and just as his howl ended, so too did her pleasurable writhe, and she collapsed onto his chest.
After a few moments, the gravity of what Kaidi had done begun to sink in. “I’m so sorry Jake…” The officer, hardly in a graceful position, still breathing heavily, replied, “It’s okay Kaidi.” Kaidi pulled herself off of his length, his investment neatly sealed within her. “No Jake, it’s not.. I’m sorry. I can’t reverse this 302 warrant without two other medical staff here to authorize it. You’ll be pinned here until I go do that. This could cost both of our careers.” Jake smiled for a moment, then laughed for another, at the confusion of the rodent, who was now replacing her clothes. “BESA, activate martial clearance, and pardon Officer Jake.” “Voice analyses confirmed. Greetings Officer Jake. Pardoning: Officer Jake.” The forceps retracted into the ceiling, leaving Jake to take the opportunity to tuck himself back into his pants. Kaidi’s jaw dropped, “You could have gotten out of that at any time…” Jake smiled, “It would be pretty silly if the head of security of a BWG grid didn’t have authorization to modify and pardon warrants. 302-type warrants aren’t rare among soldiers you know.” He approached the jaw-drooped mouse, and snatched her hand. “So… Would you like to have lunch some time?” Kaidi smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.” Lacing her fingers with his, she faced the BESA. “Looks like none of the fine-tuned equipment was damaged… but that power supply is quite literally shot to hell. That’s going to be a pain for the engineers.” Kaidi stepped closer to the husky, resting her head on his should, “Yeah,” the husky let out an airy laugh, “Diris is gonna be pretty pissed.”

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Me and my little sister

My little sister was two years younger than me, and much shorter. She was 11 and only 4 feet tall. This is the story of how I got sexually aroused around her.

The Princess Steps Out (Part 3)

She awoke to a loud argument. Disoriented, she shook her head to clear the fuzzy
mist that surrounded her brain and clouded her eyes. One voice was especially
powerful; seething with unabashed anger. Her nakedness triggered her memory and
all the images of the last few hours came rushing back to her. She was a
prisoner of African terrorists – and she had willingly fucked two of her captors
ragged. She had seen two men brutally murdered – and she had slavishly sucked
the cocks of those responsible, swallowing their cum, rubbing it all over her
body like cream; revelling in her own perverse lusts and desires. She had
succumbed to the seductive lure of black-skinned Kaffirs – and she had loved
every perverted minute of it.
“Fool!” the angry voice shouted savagely. The exclamation was followed by a
sharp clap of thunder. Looking up she saw the Leader viciously snap his open
palm across Jumo’s face. She saw his bulging eyes and the corded veins in his
neck, and suddenly feared for the poor man’s life. His hand went up again,
poised to strike.
“No!” she screamed, jumping naked from the bed. “No! Don’t hit him again!”
The Leader looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise – and appreciation?
Frantic, she grabbed the first thing she could find to cover her body; Mantu’s
discarded shirt, and shrugged into it. It flapped around her knees as she ran to
Jumo’s side. The man with the Leader moved to intercept her but she ducked under
his arms. Something about him struck her as odd, but in her fear for Jumo’s
life, she discarded the thought.
“Stay out of this, Princess,” the Leader snarled from behind his ski-mask. “This
man has disobeyed my orders. You were not to be molested!” he shouted. “He and
his wormy friend must be punished!”
“You told them to make me comfortable, did you not?” she said, stepping close to
Jumo. She felt his trembling body and couldn’t believe his fear. She realized
that the Leader was an absolute King among these men and his word was law. His
maleness and power radiated to her and she felt the response deep in her loins.
“Yes,” he said, slowly and suspiciously.
“They did not do anything except what I wanted them to do.” she said defiantly.
It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close enough.
“What are you saying, Princess? That you encouraged them? Willingly
participated? Be plain!” he demanded.
She opened the front of Mantu’s big shirt and, hands on hips, displayed her
naked body. Her nylons were wrinkled, her garter belt was cum stained in several
places and she was missing her shoes, but standing there before him, she saw his
eyes change and felt the power of her white body. Their fascination was just as
strong as hers, she thought. She tossed her head back in a regal gesture.
“Do you doubt my word?” It was an Imperial question delivered in a regal manner,
but inside she was churning. This big man excited her, stimulated her. And it
went beyond the ebony color of his skin.
His deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the loft. He pulled his ski-mask off
reveling his face. She was surprised to find him handsome in a rough manner,
with high cheekbones and sharply defined features. And his eyes – compelling
dark and sensual. She felt his laughing gaze all the way down to her toes, but
especially in her pussy, which had become very wet, very fast.
He stood close to her, his size massive and overpowering. “I am Chuka!” he said,
“That means King.”
His companion, the fourth man, made a biting commentary in their foreign tongue
and he answered angrily.
“Kunta does not like you,” he said softly. She believes Royalty should act like
Royalty and not like a common slut.”
She? The Princess snapped her head around as Kunta pulled off her ski-mask. That
was the oddity she had noted; “he” moved like a woman, not a man. Graceful and
fluid. Kunta was tall and had regal bearing – a queen to the Leader’s King, and
she was instantly jealous – and she had a strong, fully developed body, and was
surprisingly lovely, despite the disapproving scowl on her face.
“She also doesn’t think you’re as good as a Zulu woman, or any black woman, for
that matter.”
This time it was she who laughed. “Look at your men,Chuka. I wore them out!”
Kunta gave Jumo and Mantu a withering glance and they seem to shrivel before her
steely gaze. The Princess had never met a more formidable woman, not even the
Queen, herself, and she was surprised at her own physical reaction to this
compelling woman.
“So, the Royal Princess of Wales likes Kaffir cocks. You show good taste, Your
Highness, we are the best.” His finger traced the shape of her bare tit and she
shivered at his electric touch and a warm trickle of pussy-juice dribbled down
her inner thigh.
“But I think I should still punish these men.”
“Leave them be and you can have me,” she said.
“I could have you anytime I so desired, Princess. You are my prisoner. Or have
you forgotten?”
“Taking me is one thing, giving myself to you is another.” Her voice was low and
husky; seductive. But it was a ploy. Her body craved this man; wanted him to
drag her off and ravish her completely. She wanted to bare every opening of her
silky body to him and have his hard blackness fill her to the brim. But
something made her try to meet him on equal ground and she was confused by her
feeling.
Roughly, he pulled her body to him and forcefully thrust his pelvis up against
her soft flesh. His thickening cock rubbed against her belly and a hot surge of
passion filled her. Her legs went weak and her body trembled from his nearness.
She grabbed his strong arms for support, feeling the nipples of her tits raise
and harden as they rasped against the coarse material of his shirt.
“You will do what I demand to save their worthless lives? he asked; his voice
low and menacing.
Afraid that speech would fail her, she nodded her head slowly. Then, like a rag
doll he propelled her across the room, landing in a heap on the bed. To Kunta,
he spat out foreign commands and she answered angrily. But a sharp look from
Chuka silenced her immediately.
He has such power, such force, she thought. Oh, God, I want him so much. Oh,
Chuka, her mind screamed, fuck me! Fill my body with your big black cock! Use
me!
Engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn’t see Chuka whisper to Mantu, or take
notice of the video camera Jumo and Mantu set up.
Why doesn’t he move? she wondered. Confused, she followed his gaze. All the men
were looking at Kunta. She was undressing. The Princess’s eyes opened wide as
the big Zulu woman stripped off her clothes and bared her body. She was
beautiful! Glossy skin that shined like black marble, big, full tits, perfectly
round; a hard, almost muscular stomach, and long, long tapering legs. Her bush
was tightly tangled with thick, coarse hair; a perfect black triangle. She had
wide flaring hips and large ass-cheeks.
Regal!
The word jumped into her brain as she watched Kunta come towards her. Chuka had
set beside her, but she was too engrossed to noticed, and she jumped when he
spoke.
“It pleases me to be entertained. You and Kunta will perform for me. We will see
just how well you do against a Zulu woman. If you please me, these men will
live. If not, they will die. Do you understand, Princess?”
She looked at him in confusion, not knowing what was expected of her. Then her
head swiveled from his leering eyes to Kunta and back again, and the meaning of
his words became crystal clear. She gasped, and shook her head, unable to find
her voice.
“You want me to . . . want me to . . .” She choked on the words.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Chuka said, with an evil grin, “I do want you to!
“Look at her beauty,” he commanded, “her full ripe tits, big ass, her large
juicy pussy. Look at the color of her skin, how it gleams in the light. Think
what it would feel like beneath your hands; soft and smooth, like black
alabaster. Look at her cunt; the jungle of hair; think of your Royal tongue
sliding into it. Think of its’ black taste; feel her juices flowing down your
throat.”
Chuka ran his hands softly over her body, almost a whisper; stroking her
quivering thighs, and sensitive tits.
“Look at her, Princess,” he said. “Look and open yourself to her. Let her mound
rub against yours, let her play with your lovely titties.” His eyes glowing with
anticipation, Chuka put his lips against her ear. “Let her tongue drive you to
the stars,” he said.
In a trance, she could not take her eyes off of Kunta’s undulating movements;
her sinewy grace, the way her big tits rose and fell with her deep breathing.
Her dry throat burned, but she couldn’t swallow. She stared, wide-eyed; Chuka’s
hypnotic words playing on her brain, and she felt the fierce roar of fire-lust
erupt in her drenched cunt. Her chest heaved and she reached back to grab hold
of the bedstead, pulling herself up; almost into the same position she had been
in when Jumo first kindled the flame of coal-black lust.
The video camera recorded the heated expression on her face, and continued to
roll, but she wasn’t aware of it.
Kunta took Chuka’s place beside her and she cringed with fear and, she realized,
desire. The big, firm tits and the heavy thatch covering the hidden pussy had
turned her on; her hot cunt reacting the same as it would to a naked man. If
anything, the wild feelings were even more intense, more demanding, and,
suddenly shocked, she knew that she wanted to touch the big female Zulu; touch
her, and love her.
The aroma of Kunta’s sudden nearness was sharp and strong, but definitely
female. She turned her head away as the big woman leaned forward, but she could
not stop looking at the magnificent body in front of her. Hungrily, she licked
her lips. Then a strange thing happened. Kunta smiled, lighting her eyes with
the soft glow of passion.
“Do you like what you see, my Princess? Yes? My tits yearn for your touch,” she
said, cupping her large breasts and pushing them up to the Princess’s eyes. The
dark nipples were as big as a pinky-tip, and hard as marble. “My juicy love box
waits to entertain your pretty pink tongue.”
Kunta’s voice was like a warm caress on a cool night. She shivered. With tremors
running through her body, and the tingling of anticipation on her skin, she
slowly nodded. Kunta smiled her lovely smile, and drew her to her womanly body.
“Ooooh, yeeeessss!” she mewed, unaware of how loud her voice was, or how it
affected the men who watched from the darkness, or that her words were recorded
on tape.
She remembered gasping and trembling as Kunta’s lips searched out her own; the
electric touch, the strong hands kneading her sensitive tits, sending bolts of
white-hot lightening to her cunt and her fevered brain; their constant
exploration of her trembling body. She remembered the tongue, long and wet,
slipping into her moist mouth; her own dueling with the long, thick, loving
invader. It slithered down her neck to her tits, circling each nipple, tracing
the roundness of each shaking globe. Large, shapely lips sucked on the tender
tips, making her moan loudly with wicked pleasure.
Another woman – a black woman – was making love to her, and she was responding.
The image was beyond her wildest fantasy. She tugged at the silken scarfs,
pulling herself up, arching her body, giving Kunta access to her quivering
flesh.
“Oh, God, yes! Do that! Oh, it feels so good.”
Kunta’s wiggling tongue traced a wet trail between the valley of her tits, down
and around her belly and into the flaxen tangle of silky hair hiding the pink,
puffy lips of her juicy pussy. Powerful hands grabbed her behind the knees and
pushed her legs up high, spreading them apart. Her cunt gaped, the pussy-hair
glistening with the dewy secretions of her enflamed passions. Her eyes rolled to
the whites and her legs and arms and body went spastic when Kunta’s darting
tongue shot up her boiling pussy. The scream of passion filled the room and
reached out, like a hot hand, to the thick cocks of her black captors making
them twitch with envy and desire.
Chuka heard the words of desire coming from the Princess’s mouth and his
throbbing prick strained to free itself from the constraining pants. He heard
Jumo’s strangled voice extolling the virtue’s of the blonde, thirsting pussy;
its’ silky softness, its’ pink, succulent cunt-meat, its powerful gripping
muscles. He licked his lips and grabbed his hardened cock as a hot, fierce pain
in his balls made him gasp.
Yes, Princess, yes! he thought, show your lust, and your pleasure! Display it
for the world; show them how you love African blackness!
Her hips bucked up against Kunta’s sucking mouth, her tits heaved, and her face
contorted with pleasure-pain. Moaning with abandon, her head twisted from side
to side as Kunta’s wiggling tongue attacked the soft flesh of her flaming cunt.
Sizzling sparks of white-hot pleasure erupted in her brain and showered her body
with their burning brilliance. Through a haze of panting lust she saw Chuka,
naked, standing beside the bed, his eyes aglow, his black skin shiny with heated
passion. He was slowly stroking his gigantic black cock. Her eyes widened and
her breath rushed out of her mouth.
It was magnificent! The Father of all Cocks! Bigger and thicker than either
Jumo’s or Mantu’s; it looked like a huge, ebony tree limb growing, obscenely,
from his groin. The angry purple head with its’ snake-eye waved in front of her
hungry eyes. She licked her lips, in lust and blinding desire.
Kunta’s probing tongue had found its’ way up her tight asshole and she mewed
with new hunger. She saw the men – all of them – watching her; their faces tight
with lust, their cocks out of their pants, standing straight up, hard and stiff.
Her hips hammered at the nimble spear, and she squirmed her asshole around the
twisting pleasure-giver as a shiver of voyeuristic pleasure swept over her.
She was the reason for their lust! Her body was the reason for their desire!
They wanted to be entertained! She would give them their wish! She would give
them more than they ever bargained for!
Filled with a wanton desire to display herself, bare her willing body to all,
she pounced on Kunta, like a cat, pushing the surprised woman to her back.
Nimbly, she squirmed around and stuck her head between the strong, outstretched
legs, driving her tongue into the long, hot, pink slash of the wide open pussy.
The coarse pussy-hair scoured her cheeks and the heat of Kunta’s cunt poured
out, like a volcano, bathing her face in its’ tart aroma. Her tongue swirled in
the lava-like juice and she sucked it down her throat, savoring the special
taste. Cum juice smeared her cheeks.
And the camera captured it all!
She ran her tongue over the big, extended clit; wrapped her lips around it and
sucked it with all her might. Kunta’s screamed her passion, then drove her
tongue deep into her blonde-white hole, making her jump and squirm; her body
rippling with the tremors of exquisite, tiny cums.
Red-faced with exertion, the Princess of Wales snapped her head up. Brows
knitted; a fierce grimace on her face, she tried to scream but the sound stuck
in her throat. Kunta had roughly jammed her middle finger up her ass and her
thumb up her cunt. She could feel the wiggling fingers, separated only by a thin
membrane tissue, straining to touch.
Her hands grabbed Kunta’s thighs and she squeezed the flesh painfully, but the
powerful female Zulu did not let go. She stuck her finger up the woman’s burning
cunt. Then another, and another, and twisted them around, slicking them with
Kunta’s free-flowing juices. Black hips humped against her hand, thrusting up,
trying to prong her cunt on the sticky fingers; trying to quench the roaring
fire that raged in her body.
Blonde hair in disarray, her mind maddened with lust and fury, she shoved her
fingers deeper and heard the ragged, painful choke in Kunta’s throat. Enflamed,
she pulled her dripping hand out of the big woman’s cunt and, with the look of a
wild animal on her face, she, viciously, shoved her entire hand up the gaping,
black hole, twisting her wrist around until it ached, pushing upwards all the
time, until her entire fist was buried to the hilt!
“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! I die!” Kunta screamed, hips bucking in a mad frenzy as her
cunt greased the Princess’s fist with cum-juice; tits heaving as her chest
sucked air deep into her burning lungs. Blinding slivers of pure white light
pierced her brain as the Princess Royal fist-fucked her cunt, making her cum
like a mad-woman.
She pushed the blonde hair from her face; her distinctive hair-do totally
destroyed. Her breathing was hoarse and ragged and her chest ached. Mesmerized,
she stared at her hand, embedded to the wrist in the throbbing black pussy. She
stared in exhausted fascination as Kunta’s hairy cunt slid up her wrist an inch
or two and then back down, finally coming to shivering stop. Slick cum-juice
smeared her skin and she could feel the juices slowly washing back over her palm
and fingers. Her cunt still burned with desire, but her mind registered a
triumph of pleasure.
She had bested the Zulu queen!
Sighing, she pulled her slippery hand out of the hot pussy and dropped beside
the panting woman, her head on her chest. Kunta’s big arm encircled her, coming
to rest on a perky, cherry-tipped tit. Gently, she caressed it.
“You are truly a Princess! A Queen worthy of a King,” she said in a low voice,
full of admiration. “My juices are still flowing,” she said with a small laugh.
“How does the Prince of Wales satisfy a woman such as you?” she asked.
She giggled. “He doesn’t! Today was the first time.” she said, her voice
becoming serious, “. . . with you and them! I’ve never felt this way before . .
. never knew the thrills that . . . their black cocks could give me. I’m almost
pleased that I was taken prisoner, or I would have never known. God,” she said
huskily, “I love big black cock!”
“Would that more of your people would think of us in a less bigoted manner.
Imagine the pleasures we could give one another.”
Chuka’s voice was hard and insistent. She didn’t know what he said, but Kunta
quickly leaped to her feet and fetched a canvas bag, extracting a bottle that
looked to be filled with oil.
She saw that his massive cock jutted out at an angle, waving from side to side;
its sheer weight unable to keep it straight up. Saliva filled her mouth,
excitement filled her eyes, and her cunt began to heat up again. Kunta smeared
the oily mixture on Chuka’s huge prick and balls, making them slick and shiny.
“Let me,” she said, running to Kunta’s side and kneeling in front of Chuka’s
straining prick. Her hands slid up the heavily ridged shaft and she felt it
vibrate under her fingers. Her mouth dropped in amazement. It was bigger than
she imagined; fully ten inches long and as thick as a club. She looked at Kunta
in disappointment, “I’ll never get this club up my cunt,” she wailed, “It’s
bigger than Jumo’s!”
Chuka laughed and his chest swelled in pride. “Jumo and Mantu have prepared you
for a King’s weapon, Princess,” Kunta said seriously, “And the oil will help
ease the way.”
“Enough of this woman talk,” Chuka snapped. “Prepare yourself, Your Highness,
your King has arrived!”
Trembling with want, she eased herself back into bed; taking in the looks of
anticipation and envy on Jumo’s and Mantu’s faces. The sight of their rigid
pricks sent chills up her spine, and her mind was filled with obscene images.
The camera recorded her smile and the graphic gesture her tongue made to each
man.
Chuka’s strong arms encircled her pulling her close; his hot cock, hard against
her tingling flesh. His lips were surprisingly soft and his kiss gentle. She
felt the vibrations in her dewy cunt as her arms went around his neck, and she
returned his kiss with all the passion and denied lust of her body. His tongue
entwined with hers, then darted down her throat; his hands captured her
quivering tits and his rough fingers pinched the steely-hard nipples and stirred
her blood to a boiling pitch. Her cunt squished with hot, creamy juice that
oozed out of her and slide down her thighs like melted butter.

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My friendly wife

I met him quite accidentally, when I was on my official tour. (I am a marketing executive (age 30) of an MNC pharma company) We were old friends – studied in the same School. As it happens in such occasions, there was an initial euphoria, and when it was over, we decided to celebrate the occasion in a roadside bar. He made a call to his wife, telling her that we would have our dinner outside. I was happy sipping a beer and was remembering our old days, when, to my surprise, I found him gulping down almost half the bottle of whisky and still ordering for more. I signaled the waiter to stop as I was an occasional drinker, and I was hungry. We had a heavy dinner and I paid for the bill, amidst protests from my friend. So, after a few good byes, I thought of moving to my lodging house as I had some hectic work to do the next day.
But, when I finally convinced him that he had had enough and brought him out of the pub, he was so drunk that he could not even insert the bike key in its slot. Knowing that if I allowed him to drive, it was a sure act of suicide, I decided to drop him home, before moving to my hole. But I never thought he would be so drunk that he could forget the way to his own home, and after going round and round over a few streets, I took out his visiting card from his pocket, and enquiring here and there, reached his house around 11 in the night. I was happy that light was still burning in his house.
I honked the horn twice and a sleepy face peeped through the window. After a few seconds the front door opened, and a very young girl of around 20 came out. My friend gave that foolish grin as would such drunkards do, and tried to introduce me to her. His mouth opened to say something, but instead of words, a stream of vomit, a mixture of whisky and snacks, sprayed on my shirt before I could react. His job finished, he faltered and started to fall. Even forgetting the stench killing my nostrils, I rushed to stop him from falling. And his wife joined.
With much difficulty, we carried him into his bedroom almost dragging and laid him on the bed. By that time, he was totally gone, quite oblivious to what was happening to him and into the deep drunken slumber. She looked up at me and said in a very low voice “There is a bathroom in the hall; please change your dress and also take a bath. I will wash them up shortly.”
I had nothing to say, so I obeyed. When I returned from the bath room wrapping a towel around my waist (my dresses were in the suitcase), she was standing in the hall looking very sad.
I thought I owed an explanation. “We are friends during school days”. I sounded almost apologetic. “We met again after 10 years gap, and he wanted to celebrate. Perhaps, I should have stopped him much earlier”.
“It is okay” she replied in a matter of fact tone. “I have seen him in much worse condition”. Her words were interrupted by the deafening sound of snoring coming from my friend’s bed room. I was shocked to hear that. A wife so beautiful like her, recently married as was evident from her mangal sutra, there was no reason for my friend to behave like that.
“Why?” I wanted to know, but she ignored my question. “Here is some milk?” she extended a cup of hot steaming milk and asked “Would you like to see some TV news?”. I nodded in assent, as I had that habit of watching late night news before going to bed.
She switched on the TV, changed it to news channel and started moving towards the bathroom. “I may be late. Shall be washing your clothes & others. There is your bed room” She pointed her beautiful hand towards a closed door and I nodded. She went into the bathroom closing the door behind her and I heard the water running. She was washing my clothes, I thought sipping the milk.
She looked very beautiful, and though I felt guilty of thinking like that about a friend’s wife, I could not help remembering her wonderful body. She was very shapely, and from the contours exhibited through her night dress, I could see her breasts very firm and her back intoxicating (you know, I was already slightly intoxicated by that strong beer). She was lean but not skinny, and she had the curves that made her very sexy.
Shaking my head to drive away these thoughts, I tried to concentrate on the TV news which was discussing about the sudden drop in stock prices on that day and I got absorbed in it. I had staked lots of money in the stocks and a 5 percent drop meant a lot of money. Soon I forgot my friend and his sexy wife and was deeply into the stock market news, when I heard somebody screaming. I thought that it was my imagination and continued to view the news item which was saying that I had lost about 30% of my hard earned savings on that day itself. Right at that time, the bathroom door opened suddenly with force, and out she came running, screaming and naked.
I froze in my seat for a second, then rose quickly to receive her. She straight ran into my outstretched hands, shaking terribly, as if she had seen a something dangerous and attacking her. She could not speak and was half hysterical that I had to hold her to my chest very firmly to restrain her shivering body. I was a little worried to see her so frightened, and looked towards the bathroom door to see what was threatening her. I didn’t have to wait for long.
Out came, flying in great speed, brownish colored, a giant sized – you know what? – a Cockroach. Wizzing past with the sound of the propeller of a plane, it flew tentatively towards us, then changed course midway and went straight to the television screen and settled on it. It ran across the TV screen aimlessly and then, as if it had changed its mind, started flying again across the hall. It disappeared somewhere behind me and before I could guess where it went, it came back swiftly from behind me (I could not move, as she was hugging me tightly) and settled on her naked butts. She gave a screeching sound once again, and her body convulsed against me, as if she was experiencing a nightmare.
The cockroach started running on her mosaic back like a little child, and when I tried to catch it, it escaped and again started flying around. She was now totally out of control, her slender body writhing against me like a snake. In that melee, I lost my previous towel around my waist, leaving me very nude like her. Finally the cockroach made its way to their bed room where her husband was sleeping and did not come back.
I thought for a moment, made a quick decision, and lifting her in my hands, carried her to the room reserved for me, and laid her down on the bed.
My intention was purely to make her safe from that terrorist-cockroach. But as I saw her on the bed, lying on her back, with her entire front portion displayed in my view, my mind had gone wild. She looked very sexy to my beer-charged eyes and her boobs were very fleshy and round than I had thought earlier. Her triangular mound between her thighs was puffy, brownish, in quite contrast to her pure white body, making me crazy. I could not resist myself and jumped on the bed, beside her, started kissing her face every where, my hands feverishly working on her breasts.
For a few moments she seemed not to care, still dazed, then her eyes suddenly opened wide, and seeing my face very close to her, she immediately started to wriggle free of me, and struggled hard with her hands and legs to push me off her. But she was no match to my strength and I forced her down, kissing her on her face all the time.
“Please,” she begged me “I am your friend’s wife. Don’t do this to me. Please”. But I was far gone beyond this finer sense, aided by the intoxication of the liquor inside me.
She struggled hard for a brief time, her protests slowing down gradually as she realized my superior strength, and finally stopped fighting. But became very rigid, like a women under sedation, making no movement, lying like a dead body, but still covering her breasts with her hands and crossing her legs tightly thus hiding her golden mound effectively from me.
From the shape of her breasts and her behavior, I had a doubt about her sex life with her husband. Her breasts bore no marks of teeth or finger nails, showing that she was still almost a virgin. She was frightened at my aggression as sex seemed to be very new to her, I surmised, and decided to go slowly.
I kissed her very gently on her forehead, then her eyes, and slowly sliding down to her ears and posted a strong kiss into her ear, which should normally turn her on. She did not show any emotion, was lying like a girl suffering from coma. But I continued my solo play. Her breasts were indeed small and round, but still her hands were unable to cover them completely. I placed my fingers in the gap of her fingers and began my expert work, massaging her breast and using my thumb and index finger, slightly squeezed the nipple, as you would fondle your penis before mastrubation.
She let out a “sssssssssshhhhHH” quite inaudibly, but continued her non-cooperation.
Emboldened, I forced my fingers over her hitherto sagging breasts and continued my usual massage (as I would do to my wife) starting from the lower end, slowly sliding towards the top, squeezing the tiny nipple with two fingers. After a few seconds of massaging, I could sense her breasts and nipple becoming live, hardening and her body slowly relaxing. Then I began to kiss on her breasts (forcing her hands away, which were becoming weak) and started licking her nipple. She held her breath as my tongue played on her, passing all sides, and occasionally teasing her tender small grape-sized nipple with my teeth.
After considerable time spending on her marvelous breasts, I got down to her abdomen and my tongue started playing on her naval, probing into the small opening. Quite unexpectedly, this turned her on, and she moved her torso beneath me, very slowly, giving indication that she was getting aroused. I continued to play with her sexy naval, even as my hands were busy with her breasts.
I could sense that she was now breathing heavily. That was enough for me. My mouth moved further down to the triangle below, created by her two crossed legs, and kissed over it. As if by magic, her hands flew from her breasts, and held my hair very tightly, it hurt me, and tried to pull my head away from her golden mound.
She must have been bathing at the time of the unscheduled visit of the cockroach, as she smelt of pleasant fragrance. I now used both of my hands to force her thighs open up and after some brutal effort she gave in. My God! Once again I gasped at the excellent panoramic view that spread before me.
Hers was a very small light coloured oval shaped cunt, its opening guarded by two harmless lips, separated by a slim line that was glistening with the pre-cum liquid. There was no bushy hair, as it appeared that she had recently shaved clean. Her thighs were simply bright golden colour, and a few purple patches here and there, because of the pressure I applied to pry them open.
I bent down, and gently brushed her quivering lower lips with a slight kiss. At the touch of my lips, her body trembled and she let out a “NOOOOOOOOOO” once again. But she did nothing to ward me off and even reduced the pressure of her thighs I started kissing lightly all around her cunt, careful not to touch it, her thighs, lower abdomen and hip, and I found her getting high every minute..
I felt suffocated, my face buried between her tightly held thighs and I lifted my head up to get some air. You won’t believe it, but she pushed my head down with her hands, opening up her thighs a little wider so I could get more access to her lower lips comfortably. I wondered! How sex changes women!
Emboldened, I started licking the rim of her golden pussy, careful not to touch the centre line, but on the rim of her oval cunt,. Despite her, she began to moan, slowly moving her bottom in tune with the movement of my tongue. All the while, my hands were playing and massaging on her hip, just between the hip joint and starting of the pubic hair – an area, which I found very much arousing the women (especially my wife).
She was now really going wild, with her mouth uttering the moans quite loudly and her butts thrusting upwards, forcing me to take her vagina. Her lower mouth was now salivating freely, I felt her erect clit and rolled it between my lips as you would a tasty cherry. She cried out in pleasure. Then, I started attacking the crack with my tongue, going from the bottom of the opening, slowly going up right through the crack, an inch of my tongue digging through her opening.
“Aaaaaah”, :AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOOO” Ssssssssssssssssshhhhhhh! was her rythmic moans as my tongue went up and down that impatient slit God created in women for the use of innocent men like me. She was now shaking all over, and from the sounds she was making, I could sense that she had already started journey towards the orgasm.
It was time, I thought, and moved between her legs, taking position carefully, and placed the tip of my arrogant cock over the opening.
Her eyes opened like she was awaken from a deep sleep, and her eyes caught the view of my throbbing cock, dangling before her like a dark carrot. I took the tip of my steady cock on the opening, and pressed. It entered into her, an inch immediately, thrusting away her protesting cunt walls (because of my size). I paused for a moment, as I saw her mouth opening into a perfect ‘O’, her upper body came off the bed, her head bent backwards, her thighs opening wide and almost breathless. I could see her enjoying the sensation of my cock inside her virgin cunt and pressed further, letting my cock drowning into her very slowly.
As I guessed earlier, she was not used at all earlier by my friend, and she was not getting all the pleasure in having such a monstrous cock insider her virgin cunt.
“Oh! “OOOOOOh! Was all she could say, shaking her head wildly, unable to take in the sensation my cock was creating into her..
Finally, I settled down into her tight and eager cunt, I felt very satisfied. (My wife’s cunt was a little bigger than my prick, and often I doubted whether I was inside her or not).
I felt her inner walls of the pussy hugging and pulsating my cock in a different way I never felt before and I felt like I was doing the fucking for the first time. A new sensation started brewing into me making me very happy and lustful. Which made my cock grow further, bulging like a mid sized banana.
I could not control myself and I began to move, and I found myself making deep thrusts at her. Initially, it was measured as if I was dealing with a fresh flower, afraid that Imight hurt her, but as I lost myself in that new sensation her cunt was creating to my cock, I began to make powerful thrusts into her. I could feel my entire length riding through that slim opening like a race car, smashing into the end of her cunt tunnel, making her scream like a little school girl on a roller coaster ride for the first time. Her moans were making me mad and I increased my speed further.
I did not, could not, stop and started making long and powerful thrusts into her sweet cunt, with uncontollable vigour. Somewhere in the distance I heard her calling me “Raaja, Raajaaa, Raaajaaaaaaaa, Come da, still deep into me, come on da; yes yes like that, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, go go go go gooooooo deep into me, deeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaah yes, yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaa go go I want you still deeeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”. She didn’t stop and chattered like a little girl proud about her new found toy.
For any man, who finds his women below him getting thrilled with his cock, such a wonderful sounds will make him further mad, and confident, successful and strong and would turn into a monster who would do anything to satisfy that girl below.
Like that I felt very happy at her acknowledging my strength and my techniques, which gave her so much pleasure between her thighs! She was now lifting her butts up every time my cock assaulted her, receiving my entire length into her, as if eating me fully. I was completely out of mind then, making some of the powerful strokes that I never made before this, my hips moving like a express train,.
I was now working between the outstretched “V” shaped legs and still going strong, when I saw her going frenzy, her entire body moving up and down as if she was having fits, her fingers buried wildly on my back, her nails biting my flesh, and in a flash, her cunt began squirting warm sexy liquid in spurts on to me. She had hit the orgasm quite violently and her entire body was on fire, moving wildly below, all the time careful enough to receive my thrusts within her. She breathing very heavily, through mouth, deep and long, gasping for breath, making inaudible moans in between.
As she was half through that shattering orgasm, I felt my dam cracking and I flew into a mind shattering orgasm, and jets of happy liquid spurt into her enthralled cunt, drenching her thirsty pussy, going further deep into her womb, spilling over her thighs, and I was still pumping into her non stop……. I heard her still calling me something, shaking like a mating snake and my body was beyond my control, making deep strokes, still powerful jabs….
I didn’t know when we stopped. When I woke up, it was morning already and she was standing there with a cup of hot coffee in her hand, and a pleasant wife-smile on her lips.
“Good morning”, she cooed “Everything ready. Come on”.

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Harriet Brimmerton seduces Rachel

HARRIET BRIMMERTON SEDUCES RACHEL
Mrs. Brimmerton had aged well. She was now 65, straight and dignified, with distinguished gray hair, almost if not quite blue. Her body had sagged, but she kept it in pretty good shape. Her breasts had sagged appropriately, but she had ignored the siren call of cosmetic surgery, feeling that most men thought natural was sexier. She was mostly accurate in that. Her ass was still nicely rounded and her bush, untrimmed, still thick and huge, covering her prominent mound.
She was naked now in the changing booth in her favorite clothing store. She was trying to seduce the young (32), but married, salesgirl. Rachel was kind of interested, but not really wanting to cheat on her husband. She was no saint, but she tried. Unfortunately for her resolve, Harriet pulled a picture out of her purse that showed Rachel in a compromising position with two well-known local gigolos. That compromising photo showed her in obvious ecstasy while being doubly penetrated by the two studs. She had a higher libido than her rather normal husband and occasionally felt the need to outsource her sexual satisfaction. Unfortunately, said gigolos were also frequent lovers of Mrs. Brimmerton (although she did not pay them) and had provided her with the photo, in exchange for certain, uh, favors.
When Rachel saw the photo, her reaction was three-fold. She was shocked that there were compromising photos out there. 2nd, she was turned on by the fact that the photo was out there and people she didn’t know could share her ecstasy, and 3rd, she was relieved that the excuse of her fidelity was wiped out and that she could enjoy the seduction of this fascinating elderly lady.
“So, Rachel, how did it feel to have both of those cocks in you at the same time?”
After a deep breath, Rachel replied, somewhat breathlessly “about twice as good as it felt to have them in me one at a time. They had fucked me separately beforehand, if you must know.”
“Did you feel filled up when they shot their come into you?”
“Yes, they filled me up, so that it ran down my ass cheeks and legs”.
“Did you come?”
“Yes, several times. Really, that’s what I pay those guys to do for me- make me come hard. I love my husband, but he just doesn’t make me cum hard enough or often enough.”
“I believe I also could make you cum hard, Rachel, if you would allow me to try”. With that, Mrs. Brimmerton meaningfully tucked the picture back in here purse.
“Yes, in return for the picture back?”
“Yes, it’s a deal.” With that, the naked Mrs. Brimmerton began to unbutton Rachel’s blouse. She opened the sides, so that Rachel’s lacy bra could be seen pushing up her firm breasts. Harriet cupped her bra, squeezing her breasts lightly. Rachel sighed. Harriet then reached around her to unhook her bra, pushing her breasts against Rachel’s at the same time. The lacy bra dropped, leaving their naked breasts pressed together. Both breathed a little faster than usual. Harriet then backed off a bit, took both of Rachel’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them somewhat hard. Then she gave them a serious twist.
Rachel gasped! “Jesus that hurts”.
“But does it feel good, too?”
“Yes. I must say, most of my lovers are too gentle. You are an improvement already. And I didn’t even know that about myself.”
“What is the most shocking thing you have ever fantasized about?”
The recently twisted nipples were now very hard and red. “Ooooooo! That’s a very good question. I’ll have to think about that: Probably being raped.”
“Every woman fantasizes about being raped. You’ll have to do better than that.” With that she twisted Rachel’s nipples again and this time held them in the twisted position and pinched harder than before.
Rachel’s eyes watered and she moaned, “Oh God!”
“Being triple penetrated by total strangers then having very large objects forced into my vagina until I come.”
“That’s pretty good. I could make that happen for you. Have you ever been spanked or whipped to orgasm?”
“No, but I’d like to try. I’ve had some boyfriends spank me, but they always stopped when they got hard and wanted to get off.”
“When I spank you, I won’t stop until you get off. Then you’ll still have to get me off, which I bet you can do.”
“I’ve never made it with a woman, but I think I’m ready now”.
“Good! You should get out of the rest of those clothes now.”
Rachel quickly removed her skirt and lacy panties, when Harriet asked, “By the way, what happens if another customer comes in?” A look of shock came over Rachel’s face. “There are only two naked women in here.”
“I need to lock up. I’ll put on my clothes back on first”
“No! I want you to walk out there naked and lock up.”
“People might see me from the street.”
“They sure might. So much the more to please me, and to excite you for that matter.”
Rachel gave her a long questioning look, then smiled and ran out of the dressing room and toward the door. She ran pretty fast, her boobs bouncing. Only two passersby saw her, an elderly lady who barely glimpsed her, and frowned, and a young dude who smiled and definitely appreciated her, cupping his package. She quickly turned the lock and pulled down the closed sign, then ran back to Harriet.
Harriet had removed 2 nipple clamps from her purse, which she quickly clamped on Rachel’s nipples, resulting in yelps and moans. “Get down on your hands and knees!” she ordered. Rachel did. Harriet moved behind her, inserted two fingers into her vagina to check for moisture. She was quite wet, it seemed. Harriet smiled at having chosen the perfect victim- a closet masochist. Harriet pulled a long vibrator from her purse and jammed about 4” of it into Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gasped and said “God, that’s good”.
Harriet then began to push it in and out and wiggle it up and down, opening up the inside of Rachel’s vagina. She turned the vibrator up to high and jammed it in all the way, causing Rachel to cry out, saying “You’re fucking me- fucking me hard”.
Harriet had pushed about 10” of the vibrator in, jiggling it violently. Rachel wailed out her satisfaction at getting fucked this hard.”Oh my God! Oh my God!. It hurts, Harriet, and it feels good. Oh fuck me! Make me come!”
Harriet began to move the vibrator in and out in long slow strokes, and reached her other hand under Rachel’s belly to stroke her now puffy pussy lips, then her clit. Rachel began to breathe harder. “Oh, God, Harriet”, she cried. Sensing Rachel’s approaching orgasm; Harriet pulled out the vibrator, and took her hand out of Rachel’s pussy.
“Oh, please, let me come!”
“Not yet, Rachel. I need to let you build up to a bigger climax than you are ready for yet. Besides, I haven’t been satisfied in my playing with you yet, and my satisfaction here is key. Now, stand up!”
Rachel stood up, as Harriet pulled out a set of handcuffs and quickly snapped them on Rachel’s wrists. She then pulled Rachel’s wrists up over a hook in the wall over her head and quickly handcuffed her ankles to shelf supports that the stock room seemed to be full of. Rachel’s legs were spread at a very wide angle. Harriet patted her pussy several times softly. “Do you likethat?”
“Yes”
“Do you want me to do it harder?”
“Yes”
So she did, then harder still. “If I kept doing this, do you think you might come?”
“Yes”
“I think so, too. But my hand would get tired, so I need some help”.
With that she pulled a cat-o-nine tails out of her bag, and began to swing it in front of Rachel. “Do you think this might help you come, baby?”
“Oh my god, I don’t know. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Of course I’ll hurt you, dear. That’s the whole idea”
With that she swung the cat catching Rachel’s tits and jiggling the nipple clamps, making them move the nipples they held tightly. Rachel groaned, as Harriet hit her breasts again and again. Between jostling the nipple clamps and the cat tails smacking into her tender breast flesh, Rachel began to cry out in pain. At the same time, her climax began to build through the pain. It excited her more and more.
On about one out of every five strikes, Harriet would move the target of her strikes from Rachel’s breasts to her pussy. The cat tails would dig into the flesh of her pussy lips, as they had dug into her breast flesh. Her breasts had turned into a deep red with the repeated strikes, as her pussy lips turned a bright pink. Rachel’s moans and pleadings increased as her pain and her pleasure increased. Harriet then ceased the beating and ever so slowly pulled on the clip attached to her left nipple. Rachel cried out, “OOOWWWW! That hurts sooooo much! I’m so close to coming. OOOHHHH, make me cum, Harriet.”
Suddenly, the clip popped off and her left breast bounced with the removed pressure, blood rapidly refilling the vessels in the nipple, which caused excruciating pain. Rachel cried out and began to come.
A huge orgasm wracked her whole body. It shook all over with orgasmic convulsions. Harriet quickly pulled off the other clamp, then inserted the vibrator back into her pulsating cunt, which sent her orgasm into new heights. She cried out in ecstasy. “Fuck me harder, Ohh God, fuck me more!” Harriet began pumping the vibrator in and out harder and faster. Rachel tried to hunch down on it to drive it deeper into her cunt, but the handcuffs held her up. “OOOOOOOHHHHHH, Gooooood!
Harriet pulled the vibrator out of Rachel, and rammed into her own cunt. With her other hand she began to strum her grape sized clit. She came as strongly as Rachel had. Rachel’s orgasm began again as she watched Harriet come. Harriet’s knees buckled, but she caught herself from falling, as she called out, “Oh, Rachel, you cunt, you made me come. You are such a fox.”
Both of their orgasms settled down, Rachel hanging limply by her handcuffs.
After Harriet let Rachel down and they dressed to head for Harriet’s mansion, they both knew that this would not be the end of their sexual adventures.

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Not exactly Cinderella

Something happened at the Ball. But unlike Cinderella it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.Something happened at the Ball. But it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.

Making The Pefect Husband

Mark agrees to participate in a research project a few weeks before his wedding. At the same time, his relationship with his fiancé takes a strange twist. Is it all just coincidence?

My First Times…

I had been talking to Gary for well over two years. Our relationship had begun online. He saw a response I had made in a chat room and messaged me. He didn’t seem interesting at first, but the more we chat the more I liked him. I’m cautious by nature so he didn’t get my real name for over six months, and even then only my first name. At nine months I gave him my cell phone number and we started talking on the phone. Ten months found us having phone sex on a regular basis, which occurred mainly on the weekends when I went home from school. The rest of the week I stayed on campus and had little privacy.
Right from the start Gary had told me about some of the things he was interested in. I’ll never forget it. The kinkiest things he told me he was into were gangbangs and bestiality. I didn’t immediately freak out, but I have to tell you that for a long time all I could think about was how sick Gary had to be to even think of something like that. Every time we had a small argument I would bring that up and how much it disgusted me and how sick I thought he was. I knew it hurt him every time I said that. When we were having phone sex I couldn’t help but think he was picturing me a dog fucking me or a bunch of guys using me. It was difficult to get through those thoughts sometimes.
I was 19-years-old when I started talking to Gary. I soon found out he was 33-years-old, white, divorced, a single parent, had a criminal history and had been in relationships with some interesting women in the past. Now, I’m black – dark brown actually – 5’3, 125lbs and have a very nice shape – 38-30-34. Up to this point I had never even imagined myself being with a white guy, let alone and older white guy who had two children and a criminal record. But as we talked on the phone his personality had won me over. It was obvious he was not the person he was when he had acquired his criminal record. His love for his children made me very aware of his affectionate side. He had sole custody of his second child and I could see why the courts had awarded him that responsibility.
Gary was consistent with me over time. He was there when I needed him to be, all hours of the day, whether it was during the day while he was at work or late at night and causing him to lose sleep before work the next day. He helped me with my homework, advised me about my diet and health, and comforted me when I was worried or depressed. Gary gave me what I need as a woman – respect, time and understanding. But it took a lot for me to learn to trust him enough to let him see me.
As a young black woman I had been raised to fear white men – especially older white men. The news was fraught with stories of white men meeting girls they met online and then sexually assaulting them, even killing them in some instances. I was taught that a white man who wanted to be with a black woman was only perverted and that our relationship would never work because there would always be the mentality of the white slave master raping the black female slave looming between us. When my family found out about him they put a lot of pressure on me to stop talking to him. But I have my own mind – always have – and had made good enough decisions in my life to remain drug-free, abuse free, and child-free. In fact, I was still a virgin.
That’s right. I was still a virgin when Gary and I finally met. We knew what each other looked like from photos taken on our camera phones. I had even seen his penis once, just before we had phone sex. I felt so skittish asking him to do that. He said he was at least 7-inches and I wanted to see what it looked like. I even had him put a measuring tape next to it so I knew it was his and how long it really was. It measured 7-and-a-half-inches in the picture he sent. I later found out that he wasn’t even entirely hard and that at full length he was a little over 9-inches and was almost as wide around as my wrist. When we had phone sex I could imagine his cock being inside me. From talking with my cousin I found out that his cock was actually pretty big for a white guy.
We lived in different states, and even though we had been talking for over a year it still took a while before I trusted Gary. It wasn’t until the fifth time we met that I actually let him touch me. We held hands of course, but I mean the kind of touching that makes your blood boil and your body cry out. He had leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head. Undeterred, he leaned in and kissed me on the neck. I had never been kissed there before, and my body melted under his lips. I closed my eyes and unconsciously moaned, leaning back to let him do more, but he pulled back and waited for me to turn around to look at him. Then he leaned in and kissed me on my lips before I could open my eyes fully. It took me a minute of breathing hard and sucking on his lips before I realized his hand was on my breast. My nipples were hard under his touch and all my senses seemed to heighten as my body went into overdrive. And then he stopped.
Gary stepped back and looked at me and I stared back at him. I couldn’t believe how wet I was and how fast I had succumbed to him. But he didn’t take advantage of me. He took me by the hand and we walked for a bit without saying anything to each other. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. Gary could have had me right then and there if he had wanted. Didn’t he want me? Did I do something wrong? Everything had felt so right. What made him stop? Did I unconsciously say or do something that offended him? All these things were racing through my mind when he finally stopped and turned to me. He said, “I want you so much right now. This went a little fast just now and I want to take my time with you. You’re everything I could want in a woman. Don’t forget that.” I smiled and felt my body relax. I was nervous and worried for no reason.
The next time we met I was determined to have Gary. I now knew what it felt like to be touched by him, to be wanted so thoroughly. And I wanted him too. My whole body was screaming out to have him. And when we met the next time I made sure he knew it. I arranged everything – dinner, the movie, the room at the Embassy Suites. It was going to be my night and it was going to be my way. He only knew of my plans for the dinner and movie, so when I told him we had one more place to go he was a little surprised. Gary followed my directions as he drove us to our destination. When he saw where we were going he looked like he was getting a little nervous. I put my hand on his leg and looked at him and said, “This is what I want.” From then on it was magic. Gary relaxed and we headed to the room.
I already had the key so I let us in. I led him in slowly, even though I wanted him to tear my clothes off right then and there, drag me to the bed and take me. Gary held my hand and led me through the suite to the bedroom after I closed the door behind us. Our clothes were off before I knew it. His lips were on mine and our bodies pressed together and I was overtaken with heat. I could feel his cock pressing against me between our bodies. God but it felt bigger than I thought it was. I was startled for a moment, but then gave in to Gary’s hands and lips as they caressed my body. I was hot and wet and wanted him. I pushed off him long enough to get up on the bed and invite him on top of me. He crawled onto the bed, kissing and caressing my body from my navel up as he moved toward me. As he lay on top of me I spread my legs and he moved between them. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance as he kissed my neck and fondled my breasts. My back arched involuntarily and I gasped.
The head of his cock moved inside me and I gasped for air. Then, as I inhaled deeply again, adjusting to what he had in me, he pushed up and took my virginity. I felt a sharp, sudden pain, but as he pulled back I felt my body longing for him to push back in. As if reading my mind he obliged, stuffing me full of his cock once more. Still a little pain, but his rhythm drove all thoughts of it from my head as his cock found the pleasure spots inside me. I moaned and writhed under his strength as he plunged into me again and again. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. My legs spread wider and I lifted my knees up, inviting him deeper. Without hesitation he finally pushed his whole cock in me. I grabbed the comforter with all my might and felt as if all the breath was pushed from my body. It felt like he was in my belly, just underneath my belly button inside me. Gary’s balls slapped against my ass now as he moved in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out and shoving all the way back in. His width stretched me out more than I thought possible and pushed against all the right spots inside me. I tried to push back against him, but every time I did he hit so deep inside me that I couldn’t move. Then he leaned forward on me and held himself all the way inside me. He kissed my neck, ear, cheek, lips. He began to grind on me slowly, methodically. His hand under my head pulled me up to him.
Then all I could feel was him pushing in me – in, in, in. He didn’t pull back or pull out, just slowly grinded on me. And my body reacted unexpectedly. I went limp all at once and was in utter ecstasy. Only a few seconds later my whole body began to tighten up and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I grabbed his back and my fingers dug into him. My legs wrapped around his hips, my heels encouraging him to continue. Until finally we were there together. As I came I could feel every inch of his cock inside me seem to swell and harden. His head throbbed deep inside me. My love muscles grabbed his cock and milked him as he began shooting wave after wave of cum inside me. That sent me over the edge and I screamed while an intense orgasm flooded my body, drowning me in an intensity I had never experienced. We laid there naked for a few minutes, and then he rolled off me and held me. When he let me go I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then returned to the bed and Gary’s arms.
That weekend we alternated making love and simply fucking about ten times. It was unbelievable. My friends at school had often complained that their boyfriends didn’t last long enough or they wished they could get it up again faster and keep going. I had none of those problems with Gary and felt lucky to have someone that could give me what they all could only hope for with their men. Not only did I get the frequency and longevity that was the envy of my friends, but I also knew now how great a large cock could really feel. At that moment I could not imagine being satisfied with a penis any smaller than what Gary had. It seemed to fit my body perfectly.
For the next year our sex life was great. We had phone sex during the week while I was at school, and he would fly out to meet me on the weekends. We stayed at different places all over the city to keep things interesting and new. Gary never left without thoroughly satisfying me. I was addicted to him before we ever started having sex, but with the introduction of intercourse to our relationship I was now also addicted to his sex. I like control – I’m somewhat of a control freak – and Gary knew just how to take that control from me during sex, but at the same time leave me enough to feel like I still had it.
I talked to Gary from time to time about the fantasies he had mentioned when we first started chatting. They still bothered me a bit and I needed reassurance sometimes. Why would he want to share the person he loved with other men? How could he even think about watching a dog have sex with her? He didn’t want those things with me did he? I needed him to tell me he didn’t. I was his, and I was addicted to him, but I could not imagine doing those things with him. I loved him, he loved me. Nothing we did needed to involve other parties.
I frequently discussed my feelings about my exes with Gary. I knew it upset him sometimes, but I needed that. The jealousy he could demonstrate let me know he really cared about me. It wasn’t an insane jealousy, rather one that simmered and brewed until I turned the heat off. That was perfect for me and gave me the reassurance I needed. Gary knew I was attracted to all of my exes but knew I was not going to ever be with them. I was with him and that was enough for me. All my exes lived in my hometown, clear across the country from where I was now going to school. There was an occasional call from or to them to just say hi and see how things were going, but nothing more than that was about to materialize with any of them.
Christmas break seemed to arrive so soon this year. My relationship with Gary was great and I was doing well in all of my classes. There wasn’t really much to worry about and that made time pass so quickly. As per my yearly Christmas break routine, I had gotten my ticket to go home and made arrangements to stay with family. I had kept Gary my secret from my family for a long time, but I was beginning to wonder how they would react if I brought him home with me. For the most part I was sure it wasn’t going to be good. My family already had a stigma against white people, but the fact that he was older and had children made him that much worse in their eyes. I would catch a lot of flak from everyone if they ever knew how serious I was with Gary or if I brought him around. I wanted him there with me, but my family knew I stayed with them every year and if I had Gary come he was probably going to have to stay in a hotel and keep a low profile. When I proposed the idea to him he was hesitant at first and resisted being ‘hidden’ from everyone, but he understood how important my family is to me and eventually relented.
The first few days of Christmas break were rather uneventful. Gary was staying in his hotel room and visiting the sites of the city while I was with my family. Everyone was happy to see me and I reciprocated the sentiment. I found an hour or two every day to visit Gary and promised I would see him more as everyone got more used to having me around, at which time they wouldn’t miss me as much when I went out. He was okay with that, but I could see the frustration on his face and in his body language. I felt bad for dragging him along and then not giving him the attention he deserved. I was really going to have to make it up to him.
A week into my stay all my exes had found a way to contact me and knew I was in town. I told Gary about them each time I visited, along with the rest of the day’s activities – the goings-on of my family and the Christmas break adventure thus far. Again, every time they were mentioned I could see the jealous frustration on his face. It made me feel good to see that in him and know that, each time, I could say or do just the right thing to diffuse it.
One evening, when I was visiting Gary, I brought up the fact that I had talked to Shane, one of my exes. I was in the middle of telling Gary how the conversation went when he interrupted me and told me that someone had called his room earlier that day purporting to be one of my exes and told him that he had better stay away from me. In fact, Gary was told that he should just go ahead and leave town now before he got hurt. I sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to take in what he had said and searching my conversations over the last few days for any clues as to who would have done such a thing. Gary knew the impact what he said had on me. He did it intentionally. As I looked at him I could see the frustration on his face of having to ‘hide’ from everyone and then being threatened by someone who didn’t even know him. While I was struggling for words to soothe and reassure him, Gary mentioned that he had gotten calls from two other guys later on that day with basically the same message – get out or get hurt. Now I was getting mad. Either Gary was lying – and I had no reason to believe he was – or someone had found out where he was staying, gave out his information to some people who either were or were not my exes, and now several of those people, who I probably knew, were threatening him.
For the next couple hours, neither of us really had anything to say to each other. I lay on the bed with Gary and he held me. My mind was racing, trying to solve this seeming riddle that was becoming more and more of an embarrassment. How could I know people that would do this? Our friends reflect the kind of person we are, and right now my past choices in friends weren’t making me look too good. Gary wouldn’t directly say he was mad at me, but I could tell from the way he held his tongue that he wanted to say some things he knew we would probably have to be talking about later if he said them. This was all my fault, and I knew it. And I felt even worse to leave Gary later to go back to my family who I knew wouldn’t accept him.
The next day, as I knocked on Gary’s suite door, I could hear laughing from inside and wondered who he had invited over. He didn’t know anyone here that I knew of, but they sounded quite friendly in there. I was feeling a little better about how things were going when I put the key in the door, opened it and found my exes all in there with Gary laughing it up like they were the best of friends. The quizzical expression on my face must have been obvious because Gary quickly got up and came over to greet and kiss me, holding me tight. He took my hand, led me over to the sofa where he had been sitting and guided me next to him. He explained that the next time each had called he had invited them over to discuss the situation and now they were all getting along just fine. They had been sitting around talking, and drinking from the looks of the few bottles scattered around the suite. Shane, Derek and James were all looking as good as ever. And Gary, although the only white person in the room, didn’t seem as misfit around us all as I had thought he would. That was encouraging considering the events of the last several days.
After a few minutes, Gary took my hand and got up, leading me to the suite’s bedroom. The guys didn’t even seem to notice as we left them to their musings. Once the door was closed behind us, Gary began to kiss me and touch me, and I melted almost instantly. The tension of the last couple days had made me very aware of how much I missed him and needed to feel him. Before I knew it my clothes were on the floor and I was laying on the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off, while Gary moved between them and began stuffing me with his wonderful cock. He lifted my legs up and moved in me until I was taking his whole length with each thrust. I moaned and wriggled, oblivious to everyone and everything. I needed this as much as Gary and I was only too happy to give it to him.
I was building closer and closer to orgasm when Gary pulled out of me and let go of my legs. I lay there, breathing hard with my eyes closed and my face turned on the bed, waiting for him to resume some sort of ministrations on my body. Instead, his hands lifted my legs again and his cock was once more inside me. I gasped at once as it thrust deep inside me, and where I expected it to reach its depth I felt it push further instead, then further still. I was startled briefly and opened my eyes to look at him when my eyes met Derek’s. His cock was a bit longer than Gary’s and he was smiling as I took it all, obviously having trouble breathing. I reached out on either side of me and grabbed onto the bed with all my might. His hands went to my waist and I held my legs up for him as he began to pound me with his cock. And as I leaned back to relax, finally getting used to the new depth, Derek let go of my legs and disembarked. I looked up just as Shane was moving up to me and I barely had time to react as he shoved his thick cock inside me.
My mind was a blur as, just before he entered me, I had seen Shane’s cock and could barely believe that thing was going to fit. He wasn’t as long as the others, but he made up for that in girth. Shane’s cock was almost as thick around as my wrist… well, maybe my forearm actually. And when that thing penetrated me I couldn’t help but scream as it stretched me further than I thought possible. It hurt a little at first, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure of being so full. Shane leaned over and grabbed my breasts as he pounded me again and again. All I could do was lay there and enjoy myself as all the strength was pushed from me with each thrust from these cocks. I couldn’t believe I was letting these guys take turns having their way with me. When Gary had mentioned something like this to me in the past all I could do was think how sick he was and how disgusting that would be. But my body was telling me a totally different story now.
James was next, and he came and lay on the bed next to me while Shane removed himself from me. His cock was about the same size as Gary’s and I was secretly glad to have a cock back inside me who’s size my body was fairly familiar with. I rolled over on top of James, straddling him, and guided him inside me. Then I leaned forward on my hands on either side of his body and began to ride him. His depth was more familiar and his hands held me the same way Gary did. It was much easier to get my breath again and just enjoy riding this wonderful cock than it was to be invaded by the others. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful sensations sent through my body as my breasts swayed against his chest and the others explored my body with their hands, spanking my ass occasionally. And as James pulled my body down on his, entering me all the way, I felt hands on my hips and another cock was forced into my pussy from behind.
I clenched James’ shoulders and squinted my eyes shut as the cock slowly pushed its way past my entrance and made its way up inside me. When he was finally all the way in and just holding himself there, I looked back to see Gary smiling at me. I grinned slightly and that encouraged him to begin his work. James and Gary alternated thrusting in and out of me and the sensation was unbelievable! Quickly, more quickly than I was ready for, my whole body was beginning to tremble and tighten. And as the orgasm rolled through my body I heard the pants and moans, felt the dual cocks in me stiffen, then begin shooting load after load of cum deep inside me. Being held so firmly by two men while they came was an experience I will never forget – it was amazing. The feeling was heightened, I’m sure, by my own orgasm.
For almost an hour, the four men took turns with me, one or two at a time. They all came in me at least twice each and I experienced more orgasms than I ever had in that short of a timeframe. Never would I have guessed that I would enjoy it that much. I loved the feel of each cock, the thought of these men taking control of my body in such intimate ways, the heat of their cum as it filled me each time. I loved being controlled, used. I had finally let go of any illusions of control I had ever had over sexual situations with Gary and loved the feel of my men handling me.
Gary and I had sex much more frequently the entire rest of the Christmas break. That experience did something to me that made me feel like I could enjoy being submissive every now and then finally. And as Gary asserted himself more aggressively I found myself giving him what he wanted in more and more things. I stopped ‘hiding’ him and introduced him to my family and friends. Things went much better than I thought they would. I was increasingly confident and secure to let Gary make decisions about things for us from that time on. He was someone to whom I realized I could finally release all my control and be secure. We have really only grown closer since then, and I look forward to our future adventures together with love and trust.

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