Hi there. Finally I had some free time to write the second part of this story. This story will contain incest. If anybody does not like this or does not want to read about it please read something else. Now have fun and enjoy it.
This story carries on from where where ‘Underground Secrets’ left off, which describes the horrific events which brought Dai and Louisa together.
This is a story about how me and my best friend came closer than buddies.. Just once.
My name is Kim and this is my story.
I am a 35 year old happily married woman of 10 years and we have 3 Children. I am a Housewife while my Husband works his fingers to the bone in a Factory making Car parts. Our Children are aged 4, 6 and 8 so I find I have a lot more time on my hands during the day now our youngest goes to Nursery.
To earn some extra pocket money for myself I decided I would try my hand at being a Life Model at our Local Adult College. My Husband was a bit strange with the idea of me getting naked for a room full of Art Students to begin with, but he knew it earned me a little extra money each month.
I really enjoyed the experience of being a Life Model and after the first few times of being completely nervous about taking my clothes of to a room full of strangers I grew to enjoy my weekly naked session’s. For a 35 year old woman of 3 children I was lucky enough to have kept my figure and people would often pass remark on how good I looked and I would still get to odd Wolf Whistle from the Builders Yard as I walked past everyday to pick my Children up from School.
A few Months had past since I had started my Life Model career (If you could call it that?) and the Head of Art Department approached me with an offer of Life Modelling but with an added twist. He asked me if I was interested in Modelling along with two Male Models in a series of Erotic poses for a new study project the Art Students were starting on sex with multiple partners and group Sex. He said to money would be good and to be honest I could do with the extra cash.
I did say no to begin with because my Husband would not approve at all with me posing with two naked men, but I said I would think about it and if I could twist my Husbands arm into letting me do it I might just take him up on the offer.
That night I asked my Husband if he minded me posing with these two males models, at first he didn’t like the idea but after some gentle words of reassurance that this was nothing more than part of my Job/Hobby. He said it didn’t mind.
The big day finally came. I arrived at the College and was introduced to two very strapping young guys, each of them looked to be in their twenty’s. The Art Teacher told us the plan for the day. He wanted us to pose in a variety of different sexual positions but we would be behind a white curtain so just our Silhouette’s would be shown to the Art students. He went on to say that even though it would be just our Silhouette’s that were being drawn we need to show movement in the position’s we were in, so basically the three of us would have to simulate sex with each other. If my Husband ever found out, he would kill me.
I was now as nervous as hell. As I was getting changed out of my clothes my mind was racing because these two models were very sexy men and back in my early years I would of jumped on both of them. But I kept telling myself that I was a happily married woman and this was just for some extra money. A girl can dream though.
So here I was waiting behind a big white curtain for my 2 would be lovers (at least for the next two hours) to join me. I must admit that I have only had eyes for my Husband since we have been together but I was getting slightly aroused at the thought of what I was about to do.
As I was standing there butt naked my male models appeared from the changing area, as they walked towards me I could not stop staring at the size of there cocks. My first thought was thank god I am not having sex with these men for real, they would never fit inside me, my second thought was a whole lot dirtier, but we won’t go it to that.
All three of us stood there like lemons behind the curtain as the Art teacher spoke to the Students. These Students were all aged between 18 and 20 and they were a friendly bunch of people. The Teacher went on to explain to his students that they would be drawing our Silhouette’s through the curtain as the three of us Simulated sex in different position’s, blah blah blah.
After a few more minutes we were ready to begin. It started of quite tame with my male models having just there arms around my waist and some more suggestive poses. I was then told to simulate oral sex on both guys with me on my knee’s. I knelt down between them and moved my head up and down each of there cocks, even though I wasn’t really giving them oral sex the Teacher informed us that it looked very realistic from our Silhouette’s on the other side of the curtain.
This is where it started getting interesting and what happened next blew every brain cell in my head. The two male models were instructed to simulate Double Penetration sex on me. One of the models laid on his back on the floor, I could here the female Art students gasping because he was getting aroused and his penis was getting bigger an bigger by the second. I was then told to straddle him. I was so turned on by the size of his cock I almost jumped on him. At first he did his best to make sure my pussy did not come into contact with his Penis as I began to simulate riding him. God knows what this looked like from our Silhouette’s but it looked good from where I was riding.
The more I rode him the harder his cock was getting. I looked down between my legs as I straddled him and I could see him holding his cock out of the way of my Pussy. I was so wet and turned on I completely forgot where I was. I grabbed the his hands and placed them on my tits, his cock sprung up and without warning slid into my pussy. I let out a small gasp, it was the most amazing feeling, his cock was huge, it felt like it went up to my ribcage. The students didn’t realise what was happening and all I could hear was the Teacher instruct the Students on how to draw our Silhouette’s.
I was in ecstasy as slowly I rocked back and forth on this guys cock, I could see the other model also had an erection, his looked just as impressive as the other guys. The second Model got behind me as the teacher who was standing on the other side of the curtain told him to simulate anal sex on me while the other guy was meant to be simulating pussy sex on me, little did the teacher know that this sex was for real.
The second model was now fully behind me, his hands were all over my body. He whispered in my ear that he wanted his cock up my bum, I was so turned on and already on my second Orgasm, I didn’t even have time to answer him when I felt the end of cock in my arsehole. I let out a tiny scream, trying my best not to let on the the teacher and Students what was happening to me. As I continued to rock back and forth on the cock in my pussy the cock in my bum was going further and further in. I cum instantly and both men held me still as I shock from the orgasm. I had never been Double Penetrated before and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. They both continued to fuck me as the Teacher kept talking to his Student’s on the best way to draw us.
The best sex of my life was coming to an end, we could hear the Teacher say that there was only 2 minute’s left of the session. He instructed us to stop. The guy fucking my arsehole slowly pulled his cock out, my bum was so sore from his cock fucking me but I didn’t care and as I eased myself off the cock in my pussy cum gushed out of me. Both my holes were red raw. My head was still spinning I could hardly walk.
Both guys looked at me and smiled as we walked over to the changing room to get dressed. The Teacher thanked each of us and said we did such a convincing job of looking like we were having sex did we want to do it again the following week. We looked at each other and instantly said yes.
If only the Teacher and the Students in that Room knew what really happened?
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Snow White was sitting on Pinocchio’s face, grinding her hips like a pestle and grunting “Tell a lie! Tell the truth! Tell a lie!” Gepetto permitted himself one long, lustful survey of her porcelain buttocks, impaled on Pinocchio’s nose, before closing the door in disgust. The little bastard, he thought. I make the boy out of nothing but an armload of planks, give him the gift of life, and what does he do? He whores his novelty nose to a train of slutty princesses and blushing damsels. First there had been Little Red Riding Hood, that jailbait minx with her tote bag full of goodies and her thighs scissored around the lad’s pencil neck for hours at a time. She had stamina; Gepetto had been kept awake entire nights by her wolfish howls. And then Briar Rose, who had woken up with years of repressed libido bursting her breast: far too much for that staid prince and his chaste good-morning smooches. She’d wanted it all, had ordered the boy through cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, and doggy-style nosejobs along with positions Gepetto couldn’t have identified with the aid of the Kama Sutra. Their affair had reached a level of kinkiness Gepetto had never imagined. Briar Rose had nearly flooded him out of his room when they’d experimented with watersports, and then the brat had the nerve to ask Gepetto for weatherproofing.
After that energetic fling had come Cinderella, with her shy-girl act, ragged Emo wardrobe, and pumpkin-sized hooters. She had almost turned the casual sex into a relationship. Then one day Cinderella had squealed to a stop outside the house in her mouse-powered sports car and climbed though Pinocchio’s window to find him giving a throbbing snoot-ride to her fairy godmother. Pinocchio had tried to weasel his way out of it, but the same feature that kept him up to his eyebrows in muff had proved his undoing. By the time he had finished explaining, his nose had been so swollen even Alice, with her talent for making holes stretch, couldn’t have fit it anywhere.
And now Snow White, the hottest disenfranchised princess in all of Fairyland. God damn. According to Sleazy, whose foul mouth and vivid imagination had gotten him banned from all the storybooks, Snow White could take all eight dwarves in a night and still have enough energy for three rounds behind closed doors with a Rampant Rabbit. But Sleazy had been known to lie almost as much as Pinocchio; according to the woodsman, Snow White never touched those dwarves. The one thing Gepetto knew for sure was that she gave Pinocchio’s face regular and thorough workouts.
Aw fuck it. Gepetto knew the score: he was jealous. The last time he’d lubed his crankshaft, Rapunzel had been wearing a bob. And look at her now: Gepetto couldn’t help remembering the time he’d been working on the fence in the front yard and glanced in the window to spy her mounting Pinocchio. Blond hair that cascaded over the two of them like a shifting blanket and a completely shaved snatch, gleaming with dew. It was almost more than he could bear to think about. Just listening to the wooden brat reaming his way through the Fairyland phone book was the closest Gepetto’d come to a sex life in decades. If he weren’t so disgusted by the lad’s antics he’d probably have been whacking off with his ear to the wall, imagining that it was his own lined face plumbing all those pink and puckered girl-parts. Maybe he could drill a hole in the wall… Too late to find out if the rumours were true about Little Red Riding Hood taking it in the butt, though, unless she came back for another round.
Gepetto rummaged noisily in his cabinets, hoping to remind the kid he was still alive but knowing Pinocchio wouldn’t be able to hear anything with Snow White’s thighs clapped over his ears. He emerged with a bottle of apricot brandy and a chipped mug. He had given up drinking years ago, hoping to make himself a role-model for Pinocchio, and look where it had got him. Why deny himself any longer? Life had to hold some pleasures. The bottle had been in his cupboard for ages; the three bears had presented it to Gepetto in appreciation after he made them a wooden cage for that thieving Goldilocks. Goldilocks: even she’d be grown up by now. Wouldn’t be a surprise to find her getting the nasal probing one of these days. The right combination of fibs and part-truths and Pinocchio’s face-mounted dildo would probably be just right.
With a sigh like an asthmatic tea-kettle Gepetto plunked his tired ass onto the workbench and poured himself a generous shot. Then another. He kept knocking them back until the bottle was empty. Shit, was that all he had? He tossed aside work gloves and sketchbooks until he found several dusty bottles of cheap vodka and whiskey. Not the good stuff, but it would do for an all-night bender. If he wanted to restock on quality hooch, he’d better make something else for those bears. Or maybe the three pigs had a stash. Those talking pork chops always needed something built, the way they went through houses.
Make something – yeah, that’s what he should do. No more wallowing in self-pity. He was Gepetto, the finest damn woodcutter in the land. Who needed the ungrateful brat? He could build a new and better marionette, one that didn’t fuck off with half the neighbourhood. Gepetto grabbed his toolbox and staggered towards the woodpile. Not just a surrogate son, this time, or a pathetic little buddy – a broad. Why should Pinocchio be the only one around here getting laid?
Gepetto assembled several blocks of wood – torso, arms, legs, head, and a short connecting plank for the neck. It took all of his willpower to start carving at the head, the way he normally did. This wasn’t going to be a block of wood with two holes and a pair of tits, he told himself. It would be a masterpiece, like the boy. Better than the boy. Gepetto worked with maniacal energy. “Busy as a beaver,” he cackled to himself as he chipped and shaped his wood. The clich?urned into a chant: “busy as a beaver, as a beaver, a beaver, beaver, bea-ver, BEA-VER…” Woodchips rained onto the floor and sawdust coated Gepetto’s beard. His wrists ached but he drove himself onward, stopping only long enough to gulp the occasional frantic mouthful of booze. His mallet rose and fell in a rhythmic blur, the chisel penetrating and shaping wood with urgent but tender ease. Gepetto worked without fatigue, fuelled by lust and alcohol. Hammering sounds drowned out Snow White’s frantic grunting, then later Pinocchio’s satisfied snores.
Gepetto stepped back to study his progress so far. The creature taking shape under his hands was beyond beautiful. Wide eyes with lashes like flowerbeds, full lips of dark rosewood. The cheekbones sculpted her face into a luscious pear shape framed by a torrent of sandalwood hair. The limbs were smooth and delicate yet muscular; he had modelled the legs after Gretel’s. Strong thighs and calves from tireless walking, supple, with elegant feet. The torso was proportioned but unfinished: Gepetto had saved it for last so he could concentrate on it exclusively, make it his finest work.
After two deep, mind-clearing slugs of whiskey he was ready for the challenge. Gepetto chose his best carving knives and started with a perfectly round but discreet indentation for the belly button. Then he set to work shaping the breasts into buoyant half-globes, like grapefruits lifting their faces towards the sun to say hello. He teased them into peaks topped by nipples alert with passion and promise. Not as prominent as Cinderella’s eye-popping rack but subtler. Gepetto was convinced Cinderella was magically enhanced, anyway.
Gepetto switched to a fine whittling knife for the details of the pubis. He was decorating the cleft with a cloud of curving hairs when a wicked thought struck him: he’d give her a landing strip! That would be far sexier and more womanly than Rapunzel’s little-girl look. And then the labia. Gepetto was sweating as he incised a delicate slit between the legs before feathering it into lacy folds and crinkles and topping it off with a budding clitoris: the cherry atop the sundae.
Before he could get too entranced by his own creation Gepetto flipped it over and shaped the ass into ripe mounds. Using his hammer and chisel with deftness a pointillist painter would have envied he split it with a deep, straight crack, then canted the edges. And then, the finale. Probing to the bottom of the crack with his thinnest awl, working by touch alone, Gepetto produced a ring of tiny creases, even and symmetrical, radiating like petals from the pistil of a tantalizing flower. Gepetto stood for a second and gawked, slack-jawed. The ass was stunning: it possessed its own gravity. The woman herself was an orrery, a perfectly aligned set of spheres: breasts, mound, buttocks.
Gepetto mopped his brow. His heart thudded and his cock strained against his woodworking apron. What would he name her? Julietta. That had the right ring to it. Gepetto was ready for action. He groped under the workbench for the bag of magic dust gifted him long ago by good-witch Glenda, the dust he had used once on Pinocchio and then never again. He scooped a handful and sprinkled it over the mannequin, then waited, holding his breath, while she stirred. The wooden woman turned over and sat up, blinking and looking around her. Gepetto was transfixed by the movement of her breasts as she breathed. Her dusky nipples hardened in the cool of the workshop’s night air. So like flesh: she was far more realistic than Pinocchio! As the doll pivoted to dangle her feet over the edge of the table, Gepetto stared at her cunt. Had he really sculpted that? A neat arrangement of downy pubic hair framed the soft bulge of labia majora. And those slim inner lips, just barely protruding in a teasing display of pink. Julietta shifted, taking in Gepetto and her surroundings, and her thighs parted, pulling the labia apart into a vibrant, gleaming vista that reminded Gepetto of his first dawn.
Introductions and explanations would have to wait, because Gepetto could not. He stripped off his leather apron and yanked his belt free, letting his trousers tumble into an ankle-deep canvass pool. Under the workbench he kept a pot of grease – that would do the trick. He slathered a dollop over his glans and a handful over Julietta’s crotch and levered her upper body back onto the table. Then he parted her legs by shuffling forward, trousers snagging at his feet, until he was between her thighs, pressed up against the warmth of her belly.
One smooth thrust and Gepetto’s modest (at best) dick was embedded to the balls in Julietta’s crevice. Julietta gasped with surprise and delight, her fingers digging into Gepetto’s shoulders. Gepetto moaned. The tunnel was so deep and tight; it gripped his cock with fierce strength. He eased himself back out and then plunged in again. He clasped Julietta’s hips and lifted them off the table as he began a frenzied thrusting. “Oh yeah, oh yeah baby,” Gepetto grunted as his cock hammered in and out of Julietta’s virgin hole. “Who’s your daddy? Huh, doll? Who’s your daddy!” Gepetto built to a frantic rhythm, his buttocks clenching with each deep stroke. He released Julietta’s hips with one hand and rummaged for the grease again, coating his fingers. While his prick soaked in the warmth of Julietta’s pussy he reached beneath her trembling hips and fondled her ass until his fingers had wormed between the cheeks. He rubbed his gooey fingers in circles around the firm ring of her anus, spreading lubrication. His forefinger dipped inside and Gepetto wiggled it, trying to match the urgent quiverings of his cock in Julietta’s quim.
Julietta was panting, tossing her head from side to side. Gepetto struggled not to come. “You want wood, baby? I’ll give you wood!” He spun Julietta over and slipped out of her oozing vagina. Taking her ass in a fierce grip he rubbed his greasy cock between the smooth mounds of her buttocks, exploring the deep cleft like a snake probing the burrow of its prey. The engorged head of his prick nestled against her puckered rosebud and he pushed. Julietta made a shocked yipping noise, arched her back, and shimmied her ass towards Gepetto, engulfing his entire penis. Their moans mingled with the creaking of the table as they rocked themselves together. Dear God, her ass was tight! It reminded Gepetto of that drunken night years ago when he had tried to fuck his wood vice. Of course, the wood vice hadn’t thrashed with delight, squirming and rotating against him while alternately clenching and relaxing around his shaft.
Gepetto’s balls were slapping against Julietta’s slick pussy lips and swollen clit as he drove himself harder and faster into the depths of her asshole. He released his grip with one hand to slap her ass, keeping time with Julietta’s pants and contractions. He could feel the climax building within him; the need to come was almost intolerable. His cock burned. With a guttural howl Gepetto exploded into climax, pumping gout after gout of thick semen into Julietta’s ass. The relief was minimal; Gepetto’s penis still throbbed with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. No, it was pain! Gepetto felt as though he had thrust himself into a wasps’ nest. He looked down as he slid out of Juliette’s anal grasp, and screamed.
When Pinocchio and Snow White tip-toed out for breakfast, they found Gepetto curled in a pool of blood at the feet of a sobbing, exquisite woman made of wood. While Snow White draped a blanket over the woman’s shoulders, Pinocchio looked down at his creator with pity and a touch of scorn. The poor fool – had he never noticed Pinocchio sanding and varnishing his nose twice a day? Now the old man was dead of the worst case of splinters Fairyland had ever seen.
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The men who came and retrieved Ashlynn from the penthouse after the party laughed at the plug in her pussy that was keep in all of the men’s cum that was funneled into her. They demanded that she leave it in until her bath time the next morning. After she was bathed she was taken to a place where her legs and pussy were waxed thoroughly then she was put in something not unlike a hospital gown and made to wait in a room. Ashlynn was beyond the point of crying and she was just hoping that things didn’t get any worse.
Finally one of the attendant men came in and said “Get up, let’s go…I’ve got to deliver you out to the country.”
Once inside the van Ashlynn dared to ask the driver where she was being taken.
The man laughed and said, “Some rich dude is in town for a couple weeks and wants a slave.”
Amazingly Ashlynn was glad to hear that it was only one man…but and then grew worried about the length of time and all that could happen in two weeks.
“Oh, yeah, we chose you because he requested one of the fresher sluts and one with a virgin ass. Haha…so, I’m guessing it won’t be unused for long.” The man taunted her.
Ashlynn hoped to herself that it wasn’t true and that the attendant was just being cruel as usual.
After about 45 minutes the van stopped and Ashlynn was led out and unblindfolded. She saw a beautiful country house with a large landscaped yard. She was led inside the house and into a a hunter’s lodge like decorated livingroom. There was a huge fireplace and large bear skin rug in front of it. The attendant told her to get on her knees and he sat on a couch to wait.
After a minute or two a man entered the room and greeted the worker. He looked to be about 40 and had dark brown hair with some slight grey peppered here and there. Ashlynn had to admit that he was quite handsome.
“So, here’s my slave…Stand her up and let’s have a look” The man nonchalantly ordered.
The worker jumped up off the couch and roughly pulled Ashlynn off the floor before she could do so by herself. He quickly ripped off her hospital gown leaving her completely naked and exposed…by default she tried to cover her tits and and pussy with her hands. The older man strode over and slapped her hands down.
“You have a lot to learn, slave, but I love breaking them in. You will only speak when spoken to and you will always address me as ‘Master’. You will only refer to yourself in third person as the ‘the slut’ or whatever…feel free to get creative!” The man said to her with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were scanning her entire body and his hands grazing her tits, pinching at her nipples, and prodding at various parts of her.
“Alright, slut, turn around…let’s look at that ass.”
She began to turn around and was was immediately backhanded in the face by the man,
“I gave you an order and you didn’t respond! you’re already breaking the rules, stupid.”
After the shock of the blow wore off she manged to whisper “Yes, master.” and then turned around.
The man who will now be referred to as Master began slapping her ass a couple times and then turned back to the attendant.
“Alright, she’ll do. You can leave now.”
“Well, first things first…on your knees, cunt. You’re my fucking pet while I’m visiting and you’ll be crawling the whole time.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said as she quickly dropped her knees, not wanting to be hit again.
“Good, slut…Now here’s a reward.” He picked up a case from a nearby coffee table and pulled out what seemed to be a black dog collar. He placed it around her neck. “Now you’re a proper pet. And you’re in luck because I’m done with work for the day and can give your training my full attention.” He pick up a small cat o’nine tails whip and lashed her ass with it making her whimper.
“Let’s go downstairs.” He led her down some stairs, kind of difficult to do while crawling, and once she was down she saw kind of a makeshift dungeon set up. The floors were cement, there was a large cage in the corner, a wooden table, various ropes, toys, and devices hanging on the walls. Ashlynn immediately began to grow more fearful.
“Now, let’s have a more detailed inspection.” He grapped a length of rope that fell down from the ceiling across a rafter and tied both her wrists with it. He then began pulling on the other end which hoisted her up to her feet. Much to Ashlynn’s dismay he kept pulling until only a few of her toes could touch the ground, causing her extreme discomfort.
“Spread those legs, you cow.” Master yelled and he hit her inner thighs with the whip. She immediately spread them. He began pressing her exposed cunt with the whip, almost shoving it up inside her. “Alright, it seems like a decent cunt…but I’ll have to spread it out to get a better look.”
He walked over to one of the racks on the wall and began sorting through some things, and then brought back a box. He pulled out 2 metal clamps that were kinda similar to jumper cables…each had a couple inches of chain with two clamps on each end.
He pinched one clamp onto one of her pussy lips and Ashlynn let out a squeak as the dull metal teeth of the clamp bit into her tender pussy lip. He then pulled on it and clamped the other end to some soft inner thigh skin pulling the chain taut and opening her pussy up. He then repeated this with the other pussy lip and Ashlynn was starting to tear up. Her feet were in pain at the awkward stance and her pussy lips and inner thighs were throbbing and stinging at the pressure of the clamps. Strangely though, the cool air on her spread pussy felt good to Ashlynn.
Master examined her open cunt more thoroughly and nodded his approval. He began lightly whipping it at with his whip, and then slowly increased the harshness. She winced as she felt the leather straps lashing at her clit and inner pussy. He was also lashing at her inner thighs and Ashlynn could see that her pussy and thighs were quickly turning red.
“Okay, good. Now I’m going to start training you to love pain…then you’ll be begging me to torture your dirty little cunt.” He reached in the box and pulled out a small vibrator bud that was attached to a cord and could be controlled by him. “Now listen, I’m going to shove this up your little pussy and I’m going to keep whipping you…it’s your choice if you want to hold your pussy tight to keep it…but I’ll whip you regardless.”
He shoved the vibrator inside easily and immediately turned it on, the sensation was a pleasurable change from all the pain and Ashlynn found herself immediately tightening to keep it inside. He began using the ship on her spread cunt again, the lashes going up her ass crack as well as almost inside her pussy hole. The vibrator was making her wet and she soon began to notice she was dripping on the floor…but it wasn’t enough to put her over the edge. However, each time she felt one of the lashes, especially on her clit, she was brought a littler nearer to climax. She blocked out the pain and only focused on the pressure building inside her pussy…she desperately wanted to explode. She was awakened from her pleasure trance by a slap in the face.
“Hey, cunt, you will not cum without permission.”
“Yes, Master.”
He began using the whip on her tits and her nipples grew hard and eventually raw. She looked down to see them red and striped with marks. She began smacking her open pussy with the palm of hand…spanking her clit. The pain was so intense that she was actually unsure whether it was pain or actually pleasure she began gyrating her hips, awkwardly in her stance, and was trying to hold back on climaxing. Finally he said,
“Alright, you may cum, slave.” And then began whipping her its even faster and harder while still furiously spanking her drenched slit. That put her over the edge and she immediately orgasmd, the vibrator slid out the floor with a slurping noise, and her whole body shuddered and she moaned with pain and delight. In that moment of bliss, Ashlynn did feel like a pet for a second…just an animal to be used. However, that was quickly over he slapped one of her tits with an extremely forceful blow…she lost her balance for a moment and the rope dug painfully into her wrists before she regained balance.
“You’re supposed to thank me right away you ungrateful little slut.” He spit on her face.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for making me cum.” She could feel the glob of his saliva run down her cheek and she was instantly embarrassed at having orgasmed. How I could I actually like this? She let her head hang down.
“Well, that’s better…still though, I don’t think I’ll let you cum for the rest of the day. I don’t put up with spoiled little fuck pets.” Instead of letting her down as Ashlynn has hoped he began rummaging through the box again, and brought out another two little clamps but this time with little weights on the end of them connected with chain. He attached them to her nipples which were already swollen and raw from the whip. The pain made Ashlynn bite down on her lip.
“I think we’ll leave on the clamps on your cunt…let you dry out. Tell me how fucking wet and dirty you are, slut. Tell me how much you loved to be whipped.”
“The slut loves to be whipped, Master…her dirty cunt is dripping from being tortured. The little fuck pet can’t get enough.” Ashlynn whimpered with her eyes closed…it was so hard to say aloud, but she didn’t want to be hit again. Her sore nipples were pulled down by the weights and Ashlynn couldn’t help but think about how ridiculous she looked. Her sloppy pussy spread wide, her thighs red and covered with welts, her breasts red and striped with marks as well, her nipples being pulled down, and dried spit on her face. She didn’t know how she could handle two weeks of this.
“Well, slimy, I’m hungry and going upstairs to eat so you won’t ruin my appetite. Just have fun hanging out here.” As soon as he said it he began to laugh, “hahahaha, ‘hanging’! Get it?” Ashlynn didn’t say anything.
“Ah, it’s probably way over your head, you dumb piece of fuck meat.”
He then turned his back to her and walked upstairs leaving Ashlynn in tears.
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After what seemed like at least and hour Ashlynn heard the door open and was actually happy for it, she was in immense pain and had been praying for unconsciousness. Once he was down the stairs he gave her a big smile. “Alright, kitty, it’s time for you to come down.” He untied her wrists and unable to keep her balance on her cramped toes she feel flat on her face. He laughed at her a tossed a doggy bowl on to the floor filled with scraps of pizza. “Hurry up and eat so we can get back to training, slut.”
By default Ashlynn reached out to grab a crust with her hand and he immediately kicked her in the ribs.
“No! What part of being a fuck pet don’t you understand? No hands, stupid.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said and lowered her head to the bowl and began eating. It wasn’t much food so it didn’t take long. He then directed her to get up on the wooden table and lay on her back.
“Alright, we’ll take these off now” He said gesturing to the clamps on her pussy and nipples. Surprisingly, taking them off was extremely painful and and Ashlynn saw the indentations left on her pussy lips which were still kind of hanging agape, and that her nipples were completely red, swollen, and hard.
“Turn over on your stomach…it’s time to inspect that virgin ass.”
Ashlynn turned over on her stomach, just relieved to be able to lie down after so long.
“Hey, stupid, reach your hands back her and spread these ass cheeks…you’re the fucking slave here.” He ordered.
She reached back and spread her ass for him. She was so humiliated.
“Oh yeah, nice. It’s closed up tight. Now, we have to get it ready…if I’m going to do you the favor of fucking your ass, it’s definitely not going to be a dirty one.” He said. Ashlynn wanted to protest and beg him to not violate her there…but she knew it was futile.
He brought around a metal stand with a IV bag attached to it, just like at hospitals, and filled with a what seemed to be a couple gallons of water. He began messing around with some tubes from what she could tell, it was hard to see her laying on her stomach and trying to keep her ass cheeks held open.
“Alright, here we go.” He said cheerfully and harshly pushed in a nozzle into her asshole. Her ass immediately tightenend and she felt extreme discomfort. She had had an enema earlier in the week…but it wasn’t with as near as much water as it seemed Master wanted to use.
She began whimpering as she could feel her insides cramping and her belly swell.
“Raise up on your knees so your ass is pointing up in the air.” He said as he slapped her ass. Ashlynn obeyed and the pressure of the hard table was relieved but as more water filled her she saw her stomach expand even more. The sensation was so strange and she began to cry and just when she felt like her insides her going to explode he stopped and Ashlynn saw that the IV bag was empty. She let out a tearful sigh of relief. He ordered her to tighten her ass and switched the tub with a plug and yelled at her to get off the table.
“Careful, don’t let the plug pop out and get the nasty shit water all over my floor. If you do then you can guarantee that you’ll be sleeping in it tonight. Now, walk around…we want it to get you all cleaned out.”
Ashlynn began awkwardly walking around, the pressure on her stomach and asshole were unbearable and made it difficult to move. Master just laughed, “Come on, slut, give me a little dance!”
Ashlynn hung her head down with shame and began dancing around…hardly dancing…just kind of moving her hips around. “Come on! Shake those tits and ass!”
Ashlynn was shaking her tits and wiggling her ass with tears streaming down her face. She almost looked like she was pregnant…a collared and swollen red fuck pet stupidly dancing around with a plug shoved up her ass.
“Alright, knock it off…now come over here.” He led her over to the other side of the basement where there was a large metal trough and ordered her to get in and get on her hands and knees. He walked back to the other side, opened up a closet, and brought out a video camera already on a tripod. He was smiling as he brought it over to her and positioned it behind her facing her ass.
“Alright, you dirty cunt, I want you to try as hard as you can to blow that plug out and spray the enema out. Do it!”
Not really needing any encouragement, despite the video camera, she was just so uncomfortable she squeezed and tightened her ass passage in an attempt to shoot the plug out. Surprisingly it didn’t pop out right away and she tried harder, making little grunting noises for her efforts.
“Come on, try harder, little piggy.” He taunted, imitating her grunts.
Finally with one final and hard push, the plug popped out of her and she felt a stream of water begin to gush and spray out of her. It was such relief but the stream seemed endless and she imagined how gross she looked, on her hands and knees with enema water wildly spraying out of her ass. Finally it all trickled out and Master walked over to shut off the camera.
“Not bad, pig slut, I guess you were pretty clean too.” He grabs a hose and sprays her ass off, and then decides to just spray her all down…focusing mainly on pussy and face with ice cold and extremely pressurized water.
“Alright…now time to dirty it up again!” He yelled and dragged her out of the trough. Ashylnn could sense all this activity since she arrived had been exciting him and he was ready to release all those pent up urges. He viciously dragged her to the table, threw her upper body onto it so she was bent over it, spread her legs and pulled his hard dick out his pants. It was about 7 inches long with pretty girthy and when Ashlynn saw it out of the corner of her eye she began to panic. She immediately started to resist and was trying to claw her way out his grasp…the first time she had to tried to physically fight since her capture. He wasn’t having any of it and grabbed her hair on the back of her head and slammed her face down onto the table.
“You’ll pay for this disobedience, cunt!” He growled as he shoved her hard cock inside her pussy, he thrust it in a couple times just to get it wet and then rammed in right into her asshole. Ashlynn screamed bloddy murder as the pain shot through her. She was sure that she was being torn in half and she feel her ass contracting uncomfortably.
“You are my fucking property, cow. A pet…literally just like a fucking up blow up fuck doll…your ass is mine.” He snarled into her ear as he rammed his dick inside her over and over again, shoving her hips into the table…she could feel them bruise. Ashlynn was still screaming over an dover again but was so delirious with pain that she didn’t even realize it. Finally she felt a hot burst as he came and her ass filled up with his semen. He screams trailed off and she was just moaning and whimpering incoherently, she expected him to pull out but he didnt.
” Just so you get the point, I’ll also be using you as a toilet for awhile, piggy.” Before she could even understand what he meant she felt another hot stream in her asshole, but more powerful and wet. She realized he was pissing inside her ass.
“Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold that ass tight and keep that piss inside you.” He demanded. She was way beyond the point of disobeying and just did as he asked. He pulled out and there a little popping noise from the vaccuum of her ass when he pulled out. He reached for another anal plug was pushed it inside her.
“There…you dirty little slut, you can just be a fucking piss bucket for tonight. You love it! Don’t you?” He asked.
Still bent over the table, with her cheek up against the wood, completely defeated she whimpered, ” I love it, Master. I love being your little fuck pet and piss holder.”
He laughed, “I knew it! You’re so dirty…you love being a fuck slave…you’re useless for anything else and you know it.” He grabbed her off the table by pulling on her hair and led her to the large cage in the corner. He cuffed her ankles and hands together and set her on top of a thin blanket in the cage.
“Alright, piglet, goodnight. Hopefully, tomorrow you’ll behave better and I won’t have to punish you so harshly.” He pat her on the head, locked up the cage, and started to walk up the stairs. Not even caring that piss was plugged up her ass, Ashlynn closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.
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David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about. In this chapter, his father, John, returns home and enjoys some one on one time with his daughter Kayleigh. She teases him into a frenzy, and when she turns him away, he forces the matter. Eventually he gets what he deserves.
The story is now told from Sophie’s perspective.
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.
A dark and twisted, mother-son love story with violent, dolcettish themes.
Scientist visits a very fertile island
This is my first post so any constructive criticism is appreciated. I will warn you that I orginally hadnt planned on posting this since i wrote it on a cell but my girlfriend urged me so my fromatting, spelling and grammar might be off. In this story I didnt describe the character because I wanted to write it in a way that the readers imagination is supposed to feed how they see the characters whether its them self or someone else. also this is supposed to be the first part of a series so let me know if I should keep going with it.
Lulu has a kiss for her father for nearly every time of the day. Her mother knows and allows this, but what she doesn’t know is that some times of the day yield more than kisses for her father.
Draco Malfoy and his gang take advantage of Hermione on the train while Harry and Ron lay unconscious and unable to help
During my youth, around my 19th Birthday I decided that I’d go to visit Slovenia for the 3rd time with my family, who were originally born there and immigrated to the U.S. I was age 15 when I first traveled to Slovenia, and although it’s a beautiful country I found myself obsessing over my 41-year-old Aunt Eva. From the moment we arrived in the village where my dad grew up, and where she remained all this time, I couldn’t help but notice her huge, full breasts with nipples that constantly seemed to be protruding from her cloth dress, and her long, strong legs that lead up to a bigger but still tight ass that was accentuated by the way her dress clung to it.
Since it was always nearing the end of summer when we traveled, lighter, more revealing clothes were necessary, though the other village women didn’t quite compare to my Aunt in looks. I’m not a big guy, about 5’9”, but well-built and lean from rock climbing, and she was nearly as tall as me but built, of course, much differently. I may not look it, but I actually have a pretty thick cock that’s just over 8 inches. All my life all of my girlfriends were surprised at my size and often told me it’s uncommon to find a guy as good-looking as me with this added bonus. Although I’d say I’m pretty promiscuous, and by my 3rd trip to Slovenia I’d had sex with 3 girls and tried fairly nasty things with them, I couldn’t understand why I was infatuated with my Aunt in this way, I never thought of myself as incestual, indeed I had never thought about it before.
Though I didn’t notice it before, on my 3rd trip my Aunt’s daughter, or in other words my first cousin, had turned into a young woman. Although there had been sexual tension between me and my Aunt when I’d accidentally (on purpose) brush against her breasts while passing a narrow hallway, or helplessly staring at her half-naked figure after a bath, my cousin was just too young to think about in that way, about 12 at that time. During this most recent excursion my Aunt must have been about 45 and still looked great, though her breasts and ass seemed to be a bit droopier and her face a bit more lined, she made me hornier than I’d ever been. My cousin Daga on the other hand was the exact opposite, nearly 16 years old and the budding image of jail bait (although having sex with someone this young is not considered abnormal in Slovenia).
On this occasion I was torn between who I’d like to fuck more, my Aunt or my little cousin Daga, who had developed C-cup sized breasts that were tighter than my abs, and also had her mother’s long legs, leading to a smaller, round and firm butt. Her posture was very feminine, and when she cocked her hips I never failed to notice how it made one half of her tight ass protrude more than the other, and how perfectly it went back into shape when she put even weight on both legs.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened the weekend before we returned- not even my wild imagination and desires. I was pretty sick of the country side and the long hikes, but my dad, being a very outdoor oriented person, elected to go out again all day with my Aunt’s husband and a few distant cousins. Being ready to go home and worn out from the different settings and long hikes every day, I decided that a day in would be nicer. I was sitting in my room, when my Aunt called to me from her room, (I failed to mention I’m a pretty proficient Slovenian speaker), so without thinking anything of it I got up to go see what she needed.
I had my shirt off because it was a pretty hot day and there isn’t any air conditioning in the cottages, and when I walked into her room my jaw literally dropped in a mixture of astonishment, confusion, and excitement. My Aunt was naked except for a pair of black lace panties that only partially covered her ass, and below her on her knees with her hands tied tightly behind her back was my little cousin, gagged with a handkerchief. My Aunt towered over her, her large dark nipples contrasting against the fair skin of her big breasts was both a huge turn on and slightly intimidating. I couldn’t even imagine what I was about to get myself into, but I knew that I might never get this chance again and it that it might be the pinnacle of all of my fantasies.
I uneasily approached my Aunt, who was glaring down at her daughter, and as I came to eye-level with her she simultaneously grabbed her daughter by the hair and forcefully shoved her mouth by the crotch of her panties, and locked me into a passionate kiss. I glanced down to see Daga trying to suck at her mom’s clit through the thin cloth but was having difficulty because of the gag. Eva broke away from me and removed the handkerchief, and rolled her panties down her legs. As she brought them up from the ground I caught a distinctly acrid smell and saw her whitish lubricant coating the crotch of them. I was both appalled and fully aroused when she brought the crotch of them straight to Daga’s open mouth, and placed them directly on her tongue. My little cousin sucked hungrily at the cloth, and my Aunt grabbed her by the hair again and shoved the rest of the undergarment into her mouth.
Then Eva turned to me and pulled down my pants, which was a relief because my massive erection was starting to become bothersome, and when she took out my cock with her surprisingly strong hands I saw her eyes gleam and a wicked grin came over her face when she realized my cock was a lot bigger than she had anticipated it to be. She dragged Daga, pulling her underwear out of her mouth, over to me and helped her to start sucking my dick. At first Daga did this slowly and gently, using her full lips to work my head, but then Eva, who was clearly a sadistic woman, started shoving her face deep onto my shaft so I could hear violent “Guh Guh” sounds coming from her throat. Iva also got down on her knees after a bit and started to suck on my heavy sac. After a few minutes of face-fucking Daga, Eva apparently wanted to take things to a different level.
After Iva had her turn sucking my cock and taking up all of her daughter’s saliva, she turned around doggie-style, exposing her hairy pussy and perfect asshole all contained in that big ass, and took Daga by the hair and shoved her mouth straight into it. Slamming her face repeatedly into her, Eva commanded my cousin to stick out her tongue, and I had to control my lust as I watch this young, seemingly innocent girl tongue-fuck her mom’s asshole. Every time her face hit my Aunt’s ass it made it jiggle slightly but it was hard to pay attention to this while I was able to watch my cousin eat her mom’s dirtiest of holes. Occasionally my Aunt would pause and hold her daughter’s face still so she could lick the inside of her rectum. As I watched Daga’s face eventually redden from lack of oxygen, I wondered for how long she would be able to keep this up.
Understandably, by this time I was so worked up that I needed to join in. Feeling both sorry and lustful for Daga, I pulled her away from her mom’s wrenching grip and laid her down gently on a nearby couch, unbinding her hands as I did so. With Eva watching, I removed her bra which, when I saw her breasts, was clearly an unnecessary addition because her tits were in the exact same place in or out of the garment. Her nipples were light pink and slightly puffy with growth, and as I softly sucked at them she let out a soft moan of delight. Eva also took her daughter’s opposite breast and sucked it next to me while I fingered her from behind. I switched to playing with Daga’s pussy over her underwear, but she soon became too wet and I pulled them down her legs. As I did so, a pleasant flowery scent reached me and I spread her legs open so I could see her better. A complete contrast to my Aunt, she was totally bald and tight, her pink lips glistening. As I slid my tongue over her clit she squirmed and sighed, with my right hand I cupped her breast and my left hand was squeezing her ass cheek.
Before too long, Eva broke up our arrangement, and quickly set Daga to work again. Again, my Aunt went doggie style in front of me and was holding Daga by the hair, but instead of making her lick her asshole she instructed me to fuck her. I cupped her love handles while I pushed my rock-hard dick easily inside her well-lubricated pussy. Her pussy was roomier than the younger girls that I was used to, and I brought my cock completely out and drove it as far as I could back in repeatedly. As I brought her to climax, I observed her thick whitish quim coat my cock all the way down to the base. She told me to stop fucking her for a moment, and twisted around so she could hold Daga’s head in place on the small of her back looking down her big, meaty round ass. “Suck” she said. My little cousin opened her mouth, and I removed my cock from my Aunt and slowly inserted it into Daga’s face. She sucked hard at the tip, putting her hand on the base of my dick and as she took more of the cock into her mouth she brought her hand from the base to meet her lips, effectively collecting all of my Aunt’s sour quim at her lips and with a quick circular movement of her tongue, slid it into her mouth and swallowed it with a slight gag.
These disgusting displays repeated on and on as my Aunt clearly loved watching her daughter eat her pungent cum.
Although my balls were strained as it is, there was still a ways to go. I’d guess 15 minutes later my Aunt had guided my cock into her open ass, warmed up from Daga’s tongue, and I was thrusting so deep that I could feel my pelvis bone grinding against her. Though her ass was slightly tighter, it wasn’t as warm but this was made up for by the fact that my cock was somewhere unthinkable. When I removed my cock it was glistening with all of the clear secretion from her colon, and the hot room was filled with the smell of my Aunt’s fluids. When I took out my dick it made a popping noise, and I brought it to Daga who still had her head on her mom’s ass. This time obediently not touching my cock, put the head in her mouth and sucked hard again, going as deep as she could. I grabbed hold of the sides of her head covering her ears, and forced myself as deep into her throat as would allow. When she had finally managed to consume all of her mom’s ass juice, it was her turn to get fucked.
Daga turned around doggie style like her mom, and Eva sat with her legs spread, exposing her hairy vagina, and just above her slightly sagging stomach were her massive breasts. She took her daughter by the back of the head and forcibly placed her face at the bottom of her hole so she could lick at it, and periodically Daga would stop to remove her mom’s pubic hair from her mouth. While my cousin was concentrating on eating her mom’s pussy, her moans could hardly escape her lips which were shoved between her mom’s legs while I fucked her mercilessly from behind. My Aunt would sometimes cross one of her legs over the other with her daughter’s head between them so that she would have to hold her breath while her tongue was up her mom’s vagina. Daga’s pussy was extremely tight, but was clearly used before (probably by her mom). Her flowery clean scent was apparently a nice change for her because she seemed not to cringe as much when her mom would make her turn around and clean me. I would lean over occasionally to grab hold of one of my Aunt’s huge breasts and suck at her hard dark nipples. Iva suddenly stood up, and told me to fuck Daga in the ass. My cousin looked scared, and I don’t blame her considering the heft of my cock, and I tried to ease it in but it wouldn’t pass through her tight ass walls.
My Aunt became frustrated and went livid, she spread Daga’s firm ass cheeks wide showing her small pink hole. “IN!” she shouted, and I had no choice but to listen. My cock was still wet from her climaxes, but it wasn’t enough lube in my opinion for this kind of thing. As I brought my head into her asshole, my Aunt pushed hard on Daga’s hips and with a soft popping noise and a scream, half my cock disappeared into my little cousin’s now de-cherried ass. She eventually became inured to the feeling of it, though I don’t think she ever fully enjoyed it, though while I was pounding away I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather be doing. When I finally removed it, it looked rather clean but watching her mom make her clean it again with her mouth was something that no girl should have to do.
At this point, I absolutely couldn’t hold out any longer and my Aunt could surely sense it. She flipped over doggie style again and spread her ass open from behind. She told me to fuck her hard and to come inside her ass. My climax was like none I’d ever experienced, and I felt my prostate spasm at least 6 times, each time shooting a massive load into her welcoming ass. Eva quickly got off my dick, and had something in store for her daughter that nearly made me sick. She forced Daga to the floor and squatted over her face, so that all I could see was my Aunt’s back and ass and half of my cousin’s head, the rest blocked by my Aunt.
“Eat it”, she commanded. With a soft squirting sound, she pushed what I thought was my entire load out of her ass into Daga’s open mouth. My cousin gagged on what I could only imagine being disgusting, and tried to sit up. However, my Aunt used her heavy ass to sit on her daughter’s face, her protruding and swollen asshole now inside her mouth, and the force of her push didn’t let Daga’s mouth close, and judging by the renewed but muffled squirting sounds she was pushing out the rest of my load. After 20 seconds of this unthinkable act, my Aunt finally got off and ensured that her daughter ate the entire load.
Watching this nearly brought me to another orgasm, and I quickly grabbed hold of my Aunt and pushed her to her knees and started jacking off onto her tongue. I shot off another big load, but not quite as big as the first. She nearly swallowed, almost instinctively, but then that cruel look came over her again and she grabbed her still-gagging daughter and wrenched open her mouth. She slowly spit a mixed, thick wad of her saliva and my semen into her daughter’s mouth, and I thought that Daga wouldn’t be able to handle it, but with the ceaseless persuasion of my Aunt she swallowed again.
After all of this, the rest of the day went along as normal and my Aunt acted like nothing happened when the rest of the family returned, and I followed suit. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t relive this fantasy in my mind.
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14 yo/f Who Seduced Her Father
My bedroom is directlly across the hall from our bathroom; and there is a
small gap around one side where the bathroom door doesn’t fit tightly. One
night when I was about 12; I was sitting on my bed doing homework when I saw
daddy go into the bathroom with a magazine in his hand. At first; I didn’t
think anything of it…he did that a lot. “Going to the Library”, he would
say. But this time I noticed that he was carrying a Playboy magazine! And;
even at 12 years old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time) didn’t
know what kind of facination that type of book held for men.
I went on working on my homework for a little while untill my eyes caught some
sort of “quick” movement in the bathroom. So; I moved to where I could see
through the gap in the door a little better. What I saw then totally amazed
and surprised me! My Dad was sitting on the stool looking at the magazine and
had his “thing” in his hand stroking it up and down. Now; I had never seen a
man’s thing before. Oh; I knew about them from SexEd at school…and I even
knew what an “erection” was. But I wasn’t prepared for how BIG it got during
an erection. And daddy had AN ERECTION!! ” Was it something in the magazine
that did that to him?” I wondered.
At any rate; his movements increased in speed and intensity and his breathing
seemed to be labored an short. After a while; he tensed all of a sudden and
then squirted some white, creamy stuff into the bowl. Then; he seemed to
instantly become very calm and proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the
magazine and left the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one of my
school books so quickly. I felt that it wouldn’t be good if he knew I was
watching…whatever the heck I was watching!
Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10; and I never understood why. Daddy
wouldn’t talk much about it; except to refer to her as a “Two-Timing
Bitch”…whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it just being
me and daddy…in fact I kind of liked it that way. About all I remember of
Mom was a hard, grouchy woman who complained a lot. There were times I sort
of missed having a woman around…like when I started having periods and
developing breasts and stuff like that. Anyway; with the help of daddy’s
sister, Aunt Brenda, I managed to get through those times.
In the next year and a half or so; I began to pay much more attention to
Daddy’s frequent trips to the “Library”. I noticed one night while watching
that I was wet “down there”. I had awakened from my sleep with the same
problem a few times and “it” felt “funny”. At first; I thought something was
wrong with me; but Aunt Brenda explained that I was just “becoming a woman.”
Anyway; as I watched Daddy, I let my hand wander down “there” and sort of
insinctly started stroking myself. IT FELT REALLY GOOD! After a little bit
of THAT; I thought I was going to pass out! I must have had an orgasm; ’cause
I let out a yelp or something. Daddy yelled out from the bathroom, “Honey are
you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, daddy” I replied and proceeded to make some sort of excuse
about sticking myself with a pin or something. If he ony knew how “fine” I
was…I had never felt anything so wonderful IN MY LIFE!!!
Not long after that, I came home from the mall one Saturday and Daddy was just
coming out of the bathroom with a Playboy in his hand. I pretended at first
not to notice the magazine; but Daddy was having trouble rolling the book up
where I couldn’t see the cover. It seemed the harder he tried; the clumsier
he got…and the harder I tried to pretend I didn’t see; the more my eyes went
straight to the magazine. Then all of a sudden, someone’s voice said “It’s ok,
Daddy, I know about the Playboy stuff.” OH CRAP! It was MY VOICE saying
that! Daddy simply said “Oh.” and went into his bedroom. When he came out he
no longer had the magazine; but he did have sort of an embarassed look on his
face.
“Daddy, what do men like about books and stuff like that; with naked women in
them?” I blurted out.
“Why do you ask such a thing?” Daddy almost spit out the words.
“Because I see you with your Playboys, but you never read them in here in the
living room or any thing; so I just wondered” I said…hoping that my answer
made some sort of sense.
“Well, honey, it’s sort of a private ‘man’ thing.” he said. It’s exciting for
a man to see woman with little or no clothing on.”
“Well; I’m a young woman now. Does it excite you to see me like that?”
“MISTY!!!” he almost screamed at me.
“Daddy, please don’t be mad at me…I just want to know! I don’t understand
about stuff like that!!” I almost begged.
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.
“No honey, its different between fathers and daughters. Daughters aren’t
supposed to excite Daddys.”
“Why?” I pressed.
“‘Cause they’re just not.” he flatly stated. That pretty much ended the
conversation.
But it didn’t end for me in my head. OK. call me weird or whatever, but I
made up my mind right then that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started wearing
less and less around the house. I would come out of the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel; and even let it slip down almost off my breasts a time or
two. But Daddy didn’t seem to notice! Damn It! One time when he was in the
bathroom shaving, I left the door to my room open a little and stripped down
to my bra and panties and then pretended to be looking for an outfit to wear.
Finally Daddy noticed! At least; I saw his head turn toward my room several
times…he even nicked himself with his razor once. Even though I hoped he
wasn’t hurt; I sort of giggled inside.
Since there are no pictures yet; I will try to objectively describe myself for
those of you who are wondering. I’m about 5 feet 4 inches tall with fairly
long legs. I have long flowing blonde hair and green eyes. At last count I
weighed 105 pounds. I keep a good tan, thanks in part to the above-ground
pool daddy had installed a few years ago. My measurements are 34-a/22/35. I
know; not much in the chest department, but they are firm and cone-shaped with
rose-pink nipples that turn up just a little at the ends.
For my 14th birthday; Daddy let me invite some friends over. He let us play
our music, dance, and just generally be teenagers. He even ordered a big pink
and white cake that said “Happy Birthday, Misty” on it. We all had a great
time; and when everyone had left, I just sat on my bed feeling older and more
mature somehow. During the party; Daddy had discreetly made himself
invisable; which I thought was nice. Even though I think my Dad is cool, I
know how other teens think of adults; so I went out to the living room to tell
Daddy “Thanks”. He was sitting in his recliner having his favorite drink:
Jack Daniels and Coke. I walked over and sat down on the arm of his chair,
put my arms around his neck, kissed his cheek and said “You’re a pretty
wonderful Father, Daddy…I love you so much.”
He hugged me closer and almost whispered “I love you,too honey…Happy
Birthday.”
“Can I taste that?” I asked, pointing to his drink.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. After all; you’re all grown up now.” he grinned.
At first it was tart, but mellowed with the sweetness of the Coke. I really
liked it and asked “Make me one, Daddy, PLEASE.”
“Are you sure, honey…this stuff is pretty strong.” He tried not to sound
concerned.
“Just one, Daddy, PLEASE??”
“OK, I suppose one won’t hurt. I need another one anyway.”
He went into the den and made himself another and made one for me. I sort of
suspect that mine probably wasn’t as strong as his, but it still tasted great.
We sat and watched TV and had our drinks slowly and quietly. After a while I
started to feel calm and warm all over. I realized that even this weak drink
was having an effect on me.
“I think I’ll take a shower and get ready for bed.” I said; trying not to
wobble as I got out of my chair and floated to my bedroom. I stripped down to
nothing and looked at myself in the mirror; trying to see if I was older or
more of a woman now. Standing there naked and knowing Daddy was just one thin
wall away, I started to get damp in my crotch area. For just a split second;
I almost walked out into the living roon and announced “Here, daddy, I’m all
yours!” But I didn’t. I wrapped myself in large towel and went into the
bathroom. The warm water running on me didn’t help get rid of those feelings
I was having, either. I couldn’ help but linger a little in a few places as I
washed myself. My nipples almost hurt; they were so tender and swollen.
“What does it feel like for a man to kiss those?” I wondered.
I’m not sure at what point during all this that I made up my mind to seduce my
father that night; but it seemed like the only logical conclusion to this
already strange evening. I dried my hair, wrapped a clean,fluffy towel around
me and walked out into the living room. Judging from the amount of liquid in
Daddy’s glass; I determined that he must be on at least his third drink.
“Jus ’bout ready for bed, hon?” he almost slurred.
“Yep” I answered saucily; trying to sound more sober than I was feeling right
then. The Jack Daniels was definitely working on me!
I still don’t know if I did it on purpose or it just happened and I let it or
what; but, as I bent over to kiss Daddy, the towel I was wearing came loose
and fell to the floor. For just a split second; I started to reach down and
pick it up and cover myself; but I didn’t. Instead, I turned and sat on the
arm of my very surprised daddy’s chair and hugged him.
“Hon…hon…honey; don’t you think you should cover up?” he asked; but he
didn’t sound like he really knew if he wanted me to or not.
“Daddy, it doesn’t matter. You’ve seen me naked before; so what’s the
difference?”
“The difference is that right now I’m a little drunk and your are a young
woman and looking really good and it’s been a really long time for me.” he
rambled.
I almost got tickled at how un-confused he was trying to sound. I hugged him
tighter as I noticed a large bulge in his cut-offs. Then I placed his hand on
my right breast. He jerked it away as though my breast was red-hot. (Which I
felt it WAS!)
“Honey, please don’t do this…pleeese.” He sounded sort of pitiful.
“It’s alright, daddy, I want this and so do you.” I said; trying to sound
grown-up and calm with what was happening. I reached down and put my hand on
the bulge in daddy’s shorts and he moaned like a man in some sort of pain.
“Hon…this ain’t right…you know it’s not right.”
“Daddy, it’ right if I want it. I’m the only woman in your life since Mom
left and I really love you and I really want to help you feel better.” I
tried not to ramble on senselessly; but he had started tracing little circles
around my nipple with his finger and I was being amazed at the feeling of his
“thing” under my hand. I suddenly became brave and undid the top of daddy’s
cut-offs and unzipped them. His organ almost LEAPED out. ” MY GOD; IT’S
BEAUTIFUL!!” I remember thinking.
“Misty, Misty, Misty…Oh god…Shit”
Daddy reached between my legs and touched me and I thought I would LEAVE THIS
WORLD. As good as it had felt the times when I touched myself there; I
wasn’t EVEN prepared for what daddy’s finger felt like as it went into the
opening of my pussy.I’m not sure if I screamed or whimpered or cried or
what…but I knew at that moment that this was something I was going like a
lot more of.
Almost in a haze, I felt daddy pick me up and carry me into his bedroom. As
he laid me down on his huge, king-size bed, he had the most tender look on his
face as he asked me; “Honey, are you sure about this?”
“Yes Daddy; I’m VERY sure.” I replied. I admit I was a little scared, but I
knew I was going to be ok. Daddy kissed me in a way that he never had before.
One boy at school had tried to “fench” kiss me, but I don’t think he knew what
the heck he was doing. With Daddy, it was HEAVEN!! I remember the feel of
his beard stubble on my face; he feel of his hands on my shoulders as he held
me closer and closer.
And his rock-hard thing pressing into the flesh of my right thigh. And the
hair on his chest against my breasts. All of these things going on at once
was just about too much for me to stand. I never felt so GOOD in my life!!
“Have you ever had…had…you know…well…sex; before, Hon?” Daddy asked
“No, never, Daddy…please be my first…will you; please, daddy?!?’
“Well, hon, it’s not exactly right; but I don’t think I could stop if I
wanted to now.” There was almost a desperate tone to his voice.
Daddy rolled me onto my back, and I think I instinctly spread my legs.
Strange; but I don’t remember ever thinking of my daddy as “handsome”; but at
that moment when he positioned himself above my nude body on his bed, I
thought he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
“This may hurt a little at first.” he said with concern in his voice.
“It’s ok; Daddy, it’s ok.”
He lowered himself gently onto me, kissed me, and then I felt the end of his
thing going into me. As it swelled inside me, I almost cried from pure joy.
Then; as it broke through my hymen, there was as spit-second of pain. But not
unpleasant pain. Sort of like a pin prick. The extreme pleasure of feeling
this thing inside me far outdid any pain I could have felt. As Daddy pushed
further and further into me; I remember thinking that that I couldn’t possibly
feel any better than I was feeling righty then. But with each inch, came a
bigger, deeper wave of ecstacy. Then came the ultimate!!! Daddy started
ever-so-slowly withdrawing and reinserting his thing (which I know now is
called his”dick”) in and out of me. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over
me; and daddy’s breathing was becoming more and more labored. His dick was
going in and out of me at a furious pace. I may have been moaning or
screaming or whatever…I’m not sure at this point. I just know that I WAS IN
PURE HEAVEN!!! As I felt the torrents of orgasm wash over me, all of a sudden
daddy’s body tensed, jerked and he quickly pulled all the way out of me. “Got
to catch it so I don’t get you pregnant.” He said almost apologetically.
Right at that moment I wouldn’t have cared if he had planted a LITTER in me.
But I knew he was right to pull it out; even though I felt as though I was
parting with an old friend.
Afterwards, we lay in each others arms and carressed and kissed. I don’t
think it’s possible to feel more love for someone than I felt for my Daddy at
that moment. We have a drink or two ever now and then and we always wind up
having sex. If I could I would have it every day…all day! I may change my
mind later, but for now I just want sex with my wonderful father. He is so
sweet and I love him so much!
The other night during one of our sessions, Daddy began kissing my lower
stomach and thighs. WOW!! This was a whole new set of feelings!! He promised
me then that next time he will teach me about oral sex. I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!
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the extent to which a pair of sisters would go for money
This is my first story if its rated well I might do another point of veiw
Over the next few days, Benny and I jerked, grinded, touched and sucked each other every chance we got…until Benny got bored with jerking and sucking, and was ready to graduate to the next level !
This is a repost of the original
Donna sees something naughty.
Chaste Miss Harcourt is mistaken for a whore
Grandad fucks Kathy and makes her an offer..
SORRY SORRY SORRY I HAVE LEFT YOU HANGIN’ AND THAT’S NOT COOL. I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU. THERE’S NOT A LOT OF SEX IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT JUST WAIT, NEXT CHAPTER WILL MAKE UP FOR IT.
A dark fantasy turns into a surprise audition for prostitution
Authors note: this is the rewrite to chapter 3 sorry about chapter 2 double post. As always this story contains themes some people not like such as young, incest, mind control and possibly bestiality down the road. Thank you for reading my series thus far nothing much has changed in this chapter just a few word changes and some extra dialogue. thank you and enjoy and previously stated in the original chapter 3 there will be no sex in this or the next chapter so I can develop my characters and story more.
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CHAPTER 3 rewrite
I woke up the next morning to a soft sort of mewing sound behind me. Groggy but curious I turn my head to see my sister sleeping next to me in bed; I guess she must have sneaked in with me last night while I was sleeping. Not wanting to wake her beautiful sleeping form I slowly slipped out of bed trying as best as I could to not make a lot of noise.
I stripped off my clothes as I got to the bathroom desperately needing a shower after all that happened yesterday I was sweaty sticky and just tense as hell. I started up the shower waiting a few moments for the water to heat up. when it was finally ready I stepped in and felt the warm water run along my body slowly waking me up from my stiff zombie like state. As I stood there I thought about the past two days and all the events that had happened. The car, me and sis ending up together, the floating bottles the man who claims to be my father and claims I have powers of my own, the doctors and the doctor with the missing eye who I refer to as the white Russian and my escape from the hospital.
All the stress had hit me like a brick I fell to the floor of the shower from the stress the past two days I didn’t have time to think about what was going on it just happened but here I had all the time in the world to think. I began to worry as thoughts flew through my brain a mile a minute “ The doctors have my address they have to there’s no way I could have been admitted to the hospital last night without my mother filling it out. They’ll come for me and my family to get me wont they and they’ll also…” my mind kept shooting out worry after worry.
After I pulled myself off the floor and got out of the shower. I dried myself off and draped the towel around my waist as I walked over to my room to get dressed. When I entered my room my sister was no longer there asleep on my bed. “ huh she must have gotten up and went back to her room” I said to myself. Just then I noticed a little note on my pillow kinda like they leave in hotels. I thought maybe it was something cute my sister set but as I read it I realized it was the exact opposite of my cute angel of a sister and more like the devil of the man from yesterday. The man I wont ever recognize as my father.
The letter stated:
“Hey kid thought I surprise you with this letter but I’m guessing your just getting angry ahahaha” not kidding he really wrote “ahahaha” “ I noticed your little brain over there working overtime with worry so to burn out your fears I went a head and deleted all known information on you throughout the entire hospitals networks I even went as far as to erase a few doctors memories but I might have gone a bit far with that one now those poor poor doctors don’t even remember they have a family to go home to hahaha” seriously he wrote the laughing. “just remember don’t be getting to emotional there you might just blow up literally! I must go now bye~~~”
“asshole” I muttered under my breath when suddenly more words started to fade onto the paper.
“P.S. I sent you a little gift it should be there shortly” and that was all it said I wondered about the “gift” he sent I had a feeling it will be dangerous, but I did finally calm down my worries slipped off of me as I read the note; the feeling of knowing my family was safe was a huge weight off my shoulders.
I walked out to the bedroom hallway which immediately connected to the kitchen as I stepped into the kitchen I saw my mother leaning over the sink doing the dishes with an odd sort of beautiful finesse. the light from the kitchen window illuminating her beautiful face. Strands of hair draping down the side of her face just for her to reach back and tuck it behind her ear. I just don’t know what it is about women that makes there every action so perfect and beautiful totally lost in her image for the moment forgetting about where I was momentarily.
As I came out of my trance from my mother I gave a weak “m-mom” she heard me luckily and turned my way.
“oh sorry honey I didn’t see you there give me just one minute” she said while turning off the sink and drying her hands.
She hopped over to me and gave me a hug like usual, and as usual her face pressing right into my crotch but the look on her face seem to say she didn’t even notice. She had a big grin on her face as she asked me “do you need something sweety?”
“yeah actually mom I want to know what happened with my father.” I said with a stern strait face as I looked her in the eyes.
She visibly took a step back by this question “Y-your father!? Sweety why would you wanna know about that?”
“i just think its time for me to hear about what happened it’s alright if you don’t wanna tell me though”
she was quiet for a few minutes then suddenly sighed “i guess I would have to tell you one of these days why not today then I guess”
“are you sure I know it must be hard to talk about it”.
“no its fine I knew this would happen someday I just wasn’t expecting today”
I nod my head letting her know I understand and she takes her time trying to figure out the words she wants to say.
“I’m sure you know about the base details of it like the fact that when I was 8 years old I met a man and some say he raped me I still don’t to this day but we did have sex and I was impregnated by this man and gave birth to you and your sister. I’m sure you know all this already correct?”
“yes I do” I simply stated
“well there’s a bit more to the story than just the base facts to this story. On the day that I met your father it was a bright and sunny day in spring the birds chirping the bugs humming along and I was none the wiser about the world. I was walking home from school that day when suddenly it felt like something was calling to me. My body on its own began to move to god knows
where.
When I finally stopped moving I don’t remember the name of the place but it was this old motel the place looked like it hadn’t been clean in years the floors were this disgusting mix of yellow tiles and mold in fact I think every wall of the place had mold on it.
As I stood there unable to move I felt a hand on my shoulder I tried to look but my head was stuck in place all I could see was what I later figured out to be a trench coat my body suddenly started moving along with him as we walked up to the counter.
“i would like to order a room for one night for me and my daughter” the man said to the clerk.
I stood there unable to speak only nod as the clerk looked over the counter to see me. As we entered the room I felt even more fear flow through my body at the thought that I didn’t know what the man wanted to do. I started shaking in fear then he knelt down and that’s when I saw your fathers face. The best way to describe your father would be that he looked young but had a thick face but was pretty skinny his hair and beard were both bright orange and he looked very dirty almost like he had been in a fight or was rolling around in mud for days strait he wore a long trench coat that looked worn and old like as if had it for a while. He had tears running down his face and he was apologizing profusely saying things like “I’m sorry this has to be done please forgive me” over and over again while moving me over to the hotel bed. I knew at this point your father wasn’t a bad person. He then proceeded to have intercourse with me.
When he finished he left the room still apologizing just as much even more actually and then he was gone. Jump to nine months later and there you guys are being born, the happiest day of my life.
Once everybody had left the room that’s when I saw your father a second time.
“wait dad was in the hospital with you!?” I said shocked at this
“yup he came right over and sat down next to me he was quiet for the longest time as he tried to think of the words to say then guess what”
“what?” I asked curiously
“out of nowhere you started crying in my arms you actually got your father to smile and made us both laugh”
“hes got a good voice I can tell he’ll be a fine man someday” your father said very proudly
“look I wanted to apologize for putting this heavy burden on you I know right now you wont understand but in the future there will be things to happen some behind the shadows but many out open to the world for all to see and our son will be there to guide it all this great change to the world I can feel it” he smiled while wiping a tear from his eyes “just one more thing” I looked at him curiously “what?”
“may I please have a picture with my kids”
“and that’s how my story ends please excuse me for a bit I’m just getting emotional nothing to worry about.”
I let mom walk away I knew she would be fine shes strong. I had a lot to think about now the man she described in the story sounds nothing like the man I met they sound like polar opposites to be honest. I decided worrying wouldn’t help right now and that I should just relax. I sat down on my couch and started watching an episode of an anime called sword art online on my T.V. When about halfway through the episode I hear a knock at the door.
I slowly opened the door revealing a fiery beauty at my door and man she was hot. Think my tongue fell out of my jaw. She was this short redheaded girl bright red almost like a fire. her face was round and she wore heavy eye liner just the right amount to make her look incredible. then her body My god her body her ass was amazing I could already tell just by looking at her front, and her tits they were amazing I gotta say E’s at least she was wearing these tight jeans and an equally tight black tank top that complimented her huge breasts nicely its like she left home this morning and made sure that every man she walked by had an instant hard-on.
By the time I realized I was staring to much I readjusted my self and held out my hand “hi I’m Ale…” she walked right past me ignoring me completely as she sat down on my couch. I was surprised to say the least I mean she just walked into my house and sat down on my couch like it was nothing.
“Awesome! I love SAO” she said as if she didn’t just barge in here but honestly I wasn’t complaining.
Its not every day you got a hot girl on you couch watching anime. I move behind her just as the episode ends and clear my throat loudly. She turns around and stares at me intensely “yeah what do ya want” she says with a temper.
“What do you mean what do I want you enter my house, watch my anime so I’d really like to know why your here” I said starting to get angry myself.
“your old man sent me” she said making me have even more questions.
“what do you mean he sent you?”
“didn’t you get the note he said he would tell you I was coming”
all the note said was a gift was coming… wait a second does he mean her! Shes the gift!
“why would he send you for what reason?”
“fer god sakes you’re loud shut up for a sec god damn he sent me cause I’m supposed to train you” she said while scratching the back of her head in an annoyed manner.
“train me? Train me in what?”
“magic dumb ass what else would there be? cause he obviously didn’t train you in fashion sense” she said while looking over my closes which was just an outfit I threw together at the last moment. I felt myself getting more angry at her here she comes barging in sits on my couch and then starts critiquing me on my fashion.
“magic? What magic?” I said while remembering the time in the hospital with that man when he stopped all my movements completely.
“ugh do you ever shut up you’re given me a headache goddamn it I know what kid of training you need !” she flick up her hand and out of nowhere a pencil flew up into the air and then suddenly flew at my head .I quickly dodged it before it hit me, and when I looked back half the pencil was imbedded deep in the wall.
“H-HOLY SHIT!! Jesus lady you trying to kill me. for fucks sake how the fuck did you do that” I screamed
“like I said with MAGIC retard you know for someone who’s race is the strongest there is you sure don’t know shit”
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A CBer friend introduces two who became lovers.
