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At the Reunion

After a night of making love over and over until about 3 a.m. we slept so deeply wrapped tightly in each others arms. You slipped quietly out of bed around noon to prepare the bathroon for us both to shower and then dress for our busy afternoon and evening. As you walk back into the bedroom to wake me- you find me sitting up in bed, covers pulled up to cover my chest- hair in disarray falling around my shoulders and into my face. I reach up and pull my hair back out of my face as you walk toward the bed- smiling, “Good afternoon beautiful.” You join me on the bed, your knees on either side of my thighs. I put one hand behind me to lean back, the other still holding the covers to my chest- the weight of your body on the covers will not allow them to move with me as I lean back- the covers slide down my chest to expose my large soft breasts. Your eyes drawn to my breasts watch my nipples harden slightly with the chilly air. Moaning you reach with both hands to grab my neck- your thumbs caressing my cheeks- tipping my head back you lower your lips to mine- caressing, tempting, teasing. Your tongue probes my mouth- my tongue meets yours- soft and willing. Your right hand slides down my shoulder, the slope of my left breast to graze my nipple. I groan and push forward begging for your hand to caress my breast as our kiss deepened. I feel your thumb and finger pinch at my nipple as it hardens to a tight nub and my body melts at your touch. Your hand leaves my breast at the same time your lips leave mine- pulling away you goran as you take my hands, pull me up and out of bed- leading me to the bathroom for a shower. Not wanting to stop what we started in the bedroom I quickly pull you into the shower with me, wrapping my arms around your neck and pressing my body against yours. My tongue flicks out and caresses your nipple. “Oh no you don’t, not yet baby.” you tell me as your hands slide up my arms taking both my hands in one of yours- putting them high above my head- the next thing I hear is the gentle click-click of your hand cuffs closing around each of my wrists. You have me cuffed to the shower bar and as the water flows down over my body, you reach for my vanilla scented body wash and sponge- pouring a generous amount onto the sponge you begin to run it over my body- paying special attention to the sensitive spots of my body- my neck, the small of my back, hips, breasts, teasing- tempting- my body so hot I can not stand without your arms around me. Your hands caressing my body with every movement. The shower rinsing the soap from my body your hard cock pressed against my stomach you slide your hand between my thighs- feeling more wetness than just the water- I moan and press my body against your hand- hoping for some kind of release. You lower yourself to your knees. I look down at you, “I want you now. I want to feel you inside of me.” As you lift my leg over your shoulder, “Soon baby, very soon.” I rest my foot between your shoulder blades as your finger finds my clit and your tongue finds my wet hole- as my head falls back “God don’t stop!” Your tongue slides up to find my clit as your finger slips inside me. Your tongue against my clit teasing, sucking, tasting my juices as you fuck me with your finger. As you feel my body start to tighten around you, you slowly pull out of me and slide my leg off your shoulder. Your hard cock throbbing. The look of pure frustration on my face as you stand up- reaching for the key to your cuffs- as you unlock one side I take the free hand and hit your chest with my fist “Why did you stop?” You wrap my arms around your neck- reaching down you grab my thighs lifting me up and wrapping my legs around your waist, turning around to face the wall of the shower you push me hard up against the wall as you slide your cock deep inside me. “Is this what you want?” “YES!” I lean forward and press my lips to yours as they meet your tongue slips into my mouth as you pull back thrust forward with your cock again and again and again. I pull my lips from yours “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” “Cum for me baby.” You whisper in my ear as your thrusts become harder and faster. “Don’t stop!” As I bounce with each thrust on your hard cock. “That’s it, come on baby, cum for me. Oh yeah that’s it, cum on my cock- oh yes!” As you whisper in my ear my body explodes into multiple orgasms- cumming all over your cock. You reach under my legs bracing your hands against the shower wall. “Oh God fuck me!” You start to pound my pussy with your hard cock. With one hand I reach down and rub my finger against my clit. As your thrusts become faster I know that you are nearing your climax. “I want you to cum in my pussy.” I say before I capture your lips with mine- hearing you growl and thrust deeper I can feel my next orgasm fast approaching. I continue rubbing my clit as I feel your first spurt of warm cum deep inside me- it triggers my orgasm and as both our bodies release each other of our sexual frustrations- we both lean spent against the shower wall, kissing softly, your hands pushing my hair back out of my face as the warm water gently washes the sweat away. I pull back slightly “We are so late.” We clean each other up, get out of the shower, getting dressed and head for the BBQ we are supposed to attend as a part of the reunion. We each leave the hotel in our own vehicles. I make a stop so we won’t be seen arriving together. As soon as I arrive at the park and start saying my hellos, I feel your eyes on me. I turn to survey the crowd, looking for other familiar faces- as I spot you in the crowd I act surprised to see you. Knowing that some of these people know that we met several years ago- I smile at you as I walk over to say hello and give you a hug. Not wanting to draw any suspicions we tried to stay away from each other for most of the day. The occasional touch or glance across the park told stories of the things to come that night. I had returned early to the hotel to wash the grit from the park off my body and to climb into something more comfortable- for pajama night party- I had brought my blue negligee- it is very short with lace bra cups and a slit up my thigh. I was only wearing a black lace thong under it and was brushing my wet hair when there was a knock at the door. I set down the brush and touseled my hair a little for the curls to set, walked over to the door and opened it. There you stood- knowing the effect that my tiny nightie would have- I raised my arm and leaned against the door, my arm bent at the elbow, my hand playing with my wet hair. “Well good evenin’ my sexy cowboy.” As your eyes followed my nightie to the bottom you could see my thong- you growled as you stepped into my room grabbing me into your arms and kicked the door shut behind you. You pulled me close to you- running your hands through my hair- grabbing handfuls and pulling my head back as your lips crushed mine in a passionate kiss. After several moments and my weak knees causing me to lean into you for support, you pull away- telling me how badly you wanted to do that all day. How it drove you crazy to see me laughing and hugging on other guys at the park- wishing that it were you I was hugging. I wrapped my arms around you and put my head against your chest and told you that I didn’t really want to participate in the evenings events- “Stay with me.” I said as I pulled away and walked to the door, opening it just enough to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside door knob. Closing the door I made sure to double lock it. As I turned around to walk back over to where you were standing- our eyes met and the look of pure, complete desire in your eyes took my breath away. I reached for your waist and grabbed hold of your t-shirt puling it up and out of your waistband- sliding my hands under your shirt my palms flat, spreading my fingers- running my hands up your chest, sliding your shirt up and off your body. Letting it drop to the floor. I love the feel of your body beneath my fingertips- the way your skin feels, your muscles flex when my nails graze your skin. Your arms wrap around me and your hands run up and down my spine. You lower your lips to mine- kissing me passionately, your hands slide down the curve of my butt and pull me tightly against you. I run my nails softly down your back- you arch against me. My fingers at your waist band unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them off your hips, turning you so you can sit on the end of the bed as I move your jeans down your thighs and take them off of you. Standing between your legs I look down at your hard cock “Is that for me?” I ask- teasing. Your hands run up the back of my thighs as you grin and continue to slide your hands up to my waist and turn me around, sliding your hand between my thighs from behind me- your finger slipping inside my wet pussy “Yes and I want you to ride it good baby.” As your finger fills my pussy you pull your hand back and slip two fingers inside my pussy. Moaning I reach back and push you down against the bed, putting my legs on either side of yours I grab your cock and lower my wet pussy onto it. You cock feels so good inside my pussy. With your cock buried deep inside me I rotate my hips back and forth, you sit up and pull me back against your body. Kissing and biting my shoulders and neck, one hand caressing my breast- pinching my nipple, the other hand finding its way to my clit. Your fingers rubbing it furiously as I continue to grind my pussy down on your hard cock. I begin to whimper and moan as my climax begins, my pussy juices flowing down your cock and onto your balls. I scream as my body explodes, shaking and trembling- my head falls back against your shoulder. You gently slide my legs together and help me to stand- turning me to lie on the end of the bed, you grab a couple of pillows and slide them under my hips. Pulling my legs up and putting both my feet flat against one shoulder- bending my knees- you slide your cock into my swollen, wet pussy and begin to fuck me-slow and deep at first, building momentum as you begin to pound my pussy, Pulling out of me and flipping me onto my stomach you pull my ass up in the air and holding onto my hips you begin to fuck me doggie style. “Oh my God, YES!” I slide my hand between my thighs and reach to massage your balls as they slap against my clit, hearing your groans of pleasure I know that it won’t be long untill you bury your hot seed deep within my wetness. You grab a handful of my hair and begin to slam into my pussy. I feel your balls tighten as your climax ascends on your body and I begin to rub my clit, I am very close to cumming. With one final thrust of your hard cock you pour yourself into my body as my climax hits me and my pussy contracts around your cock. We colapse onto the bed and you brush my hair out of my face, kissing my lips so softly, returning your kisses I know that we are not done for the night as we lay there in each others arms regaining control of our bodies.

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Fantasy

Captains travels

Captain sitting next to his master, looked intently from one man to the other. To an observer it would appear that the old dog knew that his future was being discussed. Although Captain was a clever dog, he wasn’t that clever.
Ross leaned back in his chair. He felt sorry for the old negro. The man in the early days of porn had been a legend.
Dave almost pleaded with the lawyer / drug-peddler and part time porn producer…..” Please Mr Sims. I got no choice. It ain’t easy…Iv’e had him since he was a pup. You know my position, I got nothing. My sister has offered me a place to stay now that, that a-hole of a husband of hers has passed on. I’m on the bus tomorrow and his got nowhere to go ”
Leaning over the desk. Ross looked down at the big old Great Dane. The hound had also once been a bit of a star. Like his master though he was past it…..” How old is the mutt ? ”
Dave lied. Pulling a year off Captain’s life…..” His ten. I know in dog years that ain’t no spring chicken but he still knows how to put a leg over. ”
Still looking at the sad-eyed canine. Ross asked the old man…..” How come he walks funny ? ”
Dave had hoped he wouldn’t notice. The dog had arthritis….. ” He hurt his paw the other day chasing a rabbit. ”
Ross smiled at the elderly man. Sitting back in his chair he reached for his chequebook….. ” Davey if I didn’t like you. I wouldn’t give you jackshit for that dog. In fact, I wouldn’t take him for free. Say goodbye to the mutt and get out of here. ” Ross said it good naturedly and reached out his hand.
Smiling broadly at the amount on the cheque…..” Thank you Mr Sims you a fine man ! ”
Ross waved his hand in dismissal….. ” Cheers Davey. Enjoy your retirement ”
As the old man brushed past. Marcus entered the room. The thickset man popped a toothpick between his teeth….. ” We got that little fuck, Jimmy in the next room. The one who owes you two grand ”
If there was one thing you didn’t do. It was fuck with Ross Sims when it came to money.
Sam had already roughed the loser up and he had a split lip. Sam tossed the empty wallet onto the table…..” What should we do with this shit ? He ain’t got a dime ”
Ross was about to say break both his legs. When he noticed the snap of a pretty young brunette slip from the wallet. Sitting on Jimmy’s lap and wearing denims and a sweater she was holding a wine glass.
” Who’s the brunette ? ” Ross asked looking the kid in the eye.
The young man was on his nerves. Eyes darting about the room….. ” My girlfriend, Stacey. We got a baby together.”
” She do drugs like you shithead ? ” Ross asked him, amused.
The kid had no backbone. Answering meekly…..” Naah no drugs ! ”
Ross clicked his tongue….. ” Can she suck cock ? ”
Although his face turned red. The shitbag, giggled nervously….. ” Yeah sure ! She can give a good blow ”
Marcus toothpick wagging between his teeth. Smiled at Ross.
Reaching into his pocket. Ross threw a card at Jimmy….. ” Have her at this address at seven tomorrow night. If you do I write off that debt and you get a extra grand. If you don’t we break both your legs. Now fuck off ! ”
Back in his office, Ross felt rather naughty. Buzzing his secretary….. ” Jenny, phone my wife. Tell her to send the kids over to her mother’s. I’m bringing a guest home. ” Head on his paws near the door and as if understanding. Captain raised his head and looked at the man.
Susan had been his wife for nearly twenty years. Ten years younger than him. He thought the thirty-eight year old was still gorgeous.
Naked, his now flaccid penis, resting wetly against his thigh. Mouth and chin wet from her juices and the smell of her snatch strong in his nostrils. Ross sipped at his whiskey.
Next to the fireplace only metres from his chair. Susan on all fours, mouth ajar, moaned deliciously. Eyes closed her long eyelashes fluttered. Her blonde head moving from side to side, she murmured…..” Oh shiiiiit ”
Captain his head resting on her sweet smelling shoulder and panting heavily. Slurped his tongue over her skin, leaving a silvery trail of drool.
As Ross watched. The dogs rear spasmed crazily. Susan eyes wide and gripping the carpet, screamed heavenward…..” Oh..oh…Ohhh….his shooting in me ! ”
The baby sleeping. Sitting on the bed. Her nightgown stretching as she pulled her legs up under her chin. Stacey looked at Jimmy with big tear filled eyes. She couldn’t believe he was actually gonna make her do it…..” Please Jimmy. I don’t want to…”
Although everybody she knew had cut her off because of her relationship with him. Nineteen year old Stacey was crazy about the guy. She also kind of feared him. Sometimes his temper…
” Look ! We got no fucking money. No rent and fuck all baby formula. The dude offered me a grand, okay ? Besides that I owe the prick money. You got any idea what these guys do if you don’t pay them ? All ya have to do is ball the guy for shitsake ! ”
Looking down at her toes. Tears ran down her cheeks…She wondered if it even mattered to Jimmy that he had taken her cherry.
Her hair in a ponytail. Feet in the uncomfortable stilleto’s she hardly ever wore. Wearing denims and a tank top under a faded old leather jacket. Stacey stood pensively next to Jimmy as he knocked on the door.
Marcus stuck the matchstick against his bottom lip with his tongue. The young white chick was some honey.
Smiling as if they were old friends. Jimmy asked him excitedly…” About the grand…”
Giving him a steely look. Marcus showed him the street with a jerk of his head….. ” When we finished. Come back in four hours. Now piss off ! ”
Trying to ignore the bright lights and cameras. Wearing only the stilleto’s she had come in. Stacey got down on her knees between the blackman’s legs. Matchstick in his mouth he grinned down at her lewdly. Stace wrapped her petite hand around his thick coal cockmeat…
Taking a breath she leaned forward and popped the crown, into her mouth. Sucking on it. She toyed her tongue-ringed, organ around the head. Teasing the glans and licking his foreskin back with the tip of her tongue.
Sam and Ross moved in either side of her. Penises dangling between their legs and looking for some attention.
Stacey surprised at the size of the now hugely erect dick on the man in front of her. Reached out her arms and and gripped a pecker in each hand. She had seen enough porno’s with Jimmy to know that that was what she was expected to do.
Looking up from the little hand jacking him off. Ross met Sam’s eye and winked at him. As Sam disappeared from the shot. Ross lowered himself to his knees and stroked the girls hard ass. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at him sweetly. Then turned and went back to work.
Placing a big hand on each diminutive cheek. He parted her buttocks so the camera could focus on her sweaty, starry pucker. Gripping her shaven wet pussy with the two middle fingers of his right hand. He got her to raise her ass and move her legs further apart on the carpet.
Running her tongue up and down the black mamba of the buck’s dick. Stacey paused to bite her lip and moan….. ” Aaaah. ” The guys touch was making her slit, sodden.
When something heavy slammed down on her back. Followed by a large socked paw appearing next to her face. Ears ringing with the sound of excited barking. Stace panicked. Writhing she tried to crawl backwards. The negro she had been blowing, grabbed her ponytail and twisted her head against his thigh.
Leaning toward her. Ross chewed gently at the cartliage of her ear…..” Let’s do this with your involvement. It won’t hurt. Just relax and enjoy it…”
As the man spoke. Stacey felt a hard dick bumping against her ass and thigh. Sticking out her tongue with her head held against the bucks warm hairy thigh. She was just able to touch his shaft. Chuckling, Marcus let her go.
Chest heaving, Ross saw it all go down….
Gripping his bitch by the upper waist, demonically. It took the old boy awhile to get on target. When it happened it was sudden. The tip and two inches ate into the chick’s cunny.
Stacey shot her head back from the cock she was sucking. Something thick and blazing hot was ramming into her body. Sensation spread in her tummy and beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Lifting her head. She hollared excitedly…..” Oh yeah. FUCK that pussy. ”
The men watched the frenzied mating. Captain drool exploding from his jowls as he thrashed his heavy head. Humped away loudly at the delicious cunt below him. The slap of his body against her ass rung around the large room.
Most of his doggycock, buried. Captain whined and yelped his enjoyment of the young conquest. The girl to was in raptures. Ross noted how dripping sweat she briskly and lustily was tossing Marcus off. Her cries of passion high-pitched and powerful
When the dog came. Ross had to fight back his own climax. The sight dementedly erotic….Captain fairly climbed up onto the bitches ass. His thrusts strong and virile, He got in as deep as he could and cannoned his doggycum into her. The girl screeched at his roaring spurts. Spasming and twitching. Toes curling in her stilleto’s, Stacey climaxed majestically.
They got a great shot of the dismount. Captain’s shlong came free. Swinging backwards, it spewed jism onto the lens of the handheld camera. What started as a trickle became a torrent from the exposed, stretched and petal meshed young twat.
Stacey rubbing her head drunkedly against the man’s deflating dick and balls. ( He had shot all over her face ) Felt lube smeared inside and on her shitter. Thighs quivering she pressed her raised buttocks back. Giving herself to him.
Planting his pulsating noodle flush against her anus. Ross eased into her body. The girl’s innards took ahold of his poker and squeezed it tightly. The feeling to exquisite. Ross grunted…..” BITCH ” and shot his jism into her rectum.
Exhausted the three men sat naked. Having taken her ass and pussy, Ross felt drained. Marcus when he had nailed her slit, legs spread real wide. Had made the kid scream at the top of her lungs. Out of earshot on the sofa in the next room. Stacey looking fucked out of her bracket was huddled under a thin blanket.
Ross turned to Marcus….. ” When that prick, Jimmy comes give him a grand and call a taxi. Give it a week and then kill the useless son-of-a-bitch. Pick up the girl and her kid and take them to her folks. Hand her a couple of thousand. As for the dog, drop it off along the highway if you like. I ain’t got time to look after it ”
Captain sat by the roadside and watched the car speed off…..
Burbing from the beer he was holding between his legs. Rick hit brakes sharply. Seeing the big dogs gonnads dangling between it’s legs as it scratched in the bin. He leaned back and opened the back door…..” Come here boy. Come onnn ”
Sitting on the wooden floor. Captain moved his head from side to side as the man spoke…..” Yip boy ! I’m the handyman at the ho’s school. ( The man pointed to the fourteen year old Indian girl tied to the bed ) Thought she was Miss Prissy herself, didn’t she ? Well boyo we gonna rape her pussy. Aren’t we son ? ”
The girl let out a deep breath of air into her gag. Eyes wide like saucers.
Shandi arms stretched back and bound to the headbord. Ass balanced on the edge of the bed. Feet uncomfortably, raised and twisting in their stirrups. Pleaded into her gag for MERCY !
Captain watched the fatman’s buttocks pumping between the females legs. Up and down they pummeled. Captain yelped at the sound of the man’s curses and the girls screams. Ass clenching and grunting like a sow. Captain heard him cum.
The man lurched from the child and took ahold of his collar. Paws clicking against the floor, Captain was pulled to her flower.
A cauldron of smells greeted his flared snout as he was drawn closer – Cunt, man seed and blood.
As his pink doggycock, unsheathed. Captain began to pant steadily.
Drenched with sweat. Rick involuntarily erupted against his own thigh. Hand firmly around captain’s dogmeat below the knot. He had the organ screwing the girls ridiculously stretched vagina. Her moans of pain were muffled but consistent. Licking his lips and growing hard again. Rick groaned….. yeah you got a big cock boy. Do the bitch. DO HER BOY ! ”
Through sheer force. Eyes hazy from his own sweat and with no regard for the teen’s opening. Or the dogs yelps of pain. Rick managed to manhandle the pulsating, pink, apple-sized knot into her.
Tongue beating and dangling down from his jowls. Captain pawed at the floor. The amount of jism that jettisoned from him into the girl writhing as if having a fit, weakened him.
Red cock stretched, blood smeared and nearly touching the ground. Captain went in search of water. Outside on the porch. He suddenly filled with panic. Rushing at the house was a hoard of armed policeman. When gunshots roared from inside. Captain took off down the road.
Amy eating her breakfast and slapping her slipper against her heel under the table. Ignored the text messages coming through on her mobile. A cheerleader and popular girl at school she didn’t feel like talking.
Suffering from flu. She was off school and home alone. Placing a spoonful of milky cereal in her mouth she boringly glanced at the headlines in the paper.
Looking up startled when she heard barking. Amy saw a huge grey dog standing looking at her through the glass of the closed patio door.
Slightly nervous, she left her food and stood by the door watching the dog. Looking at her forlornly it wagged it’s tail energetically. That sealed it for sixteen year old Amy. The girl had always liked animals and she pulled the door open. Amy found herself wondering if there was even a slight possibility her Dad would let her keep him. ( She had spotted his big pair of balls so knew he was a guy dog )
When she patted him. Captain whined and licked her hand.
Heading for the kitchen. Amy, drum tight ass working in her pj’s. Yelled over her shoulder…..” Don’t worry boy. I know what you want ”
The dog drank hurriedly and greedily. When she gave him a big chunk of coldmeat. He wolfed it down and she could tell by his look that he wanted more. Amy threw him the rest.
Sinuses blocked. Amy lay back on the sofa and stared at the dog sitting on the paving just beyond the door…..” Shame baby. I wonder where ya come from ? ”
Hearing her sweet tone. The dog got up and walked through the doorway and ambled up to the sofa.
” Hey ! ”…..Amy scolded…..” Not inside my Mom will freaaaak ”
He kept on coming. Sticking her bare foot out she shoved the heel against the mutt’s head…..” Scoot boy. Come on out ! ”
Instead of going the dog started licking it. Amy giggled at the feel of his rough slurping tongue. The strange and ticklish sensation got her twisting and moving her foot, toes curled up real tight. His tongue moved all over her tensed foot. Even finding the gaps between her toes.
Amy feed him her other foot.
Strangely a warm fuzzy feeling lit up across her belly. Amy was surprised by it’s arrival as she knew what it meant – She was getting kinda horny. Her cheeks grew a bright red when she felt a drip from her vagina land on her knicker free anus. Not being really able to stop herself she pulled her pj bottoms down her legs and over her ankles.
The girl hadn’t quite known what to expect. Exposing her lower body had been pretty compulsive. One of the last things she actually believed would happed, did. As if dished up delectable, virginal, shaven teen pussy everyday. The hound forced his way between her legs like lightning and began to lick her cunny at a tangent. The incredibly sensuous tongue making her throw her head back and moan with appreciation. Panting, Amy opened e’m up wide for him.
A devilish flick of tongue from a-hole to clitty made her scream like a banshee…..” Oh gawwwwd YEAH ”
The dog hard at work. Amy popped her pj top bottons open and gripped her tits. Hands shaking she tweaked her nipples real hard so that her back arched. Jolts of electricity raced down her spine. When masturbating in the past it took her ages to climax, if at all. The dog got her to burst like a ripe peach in five minutes flat…..
Clitoris swollen and done. She felt giddy from the multiple-orgasm and the flu. Swinging her long legs over the dogs head. Amy turned her body to get up.
Presented by bitch ass and a winking fanny. Captain knew of only one reaction.
Bounding up on his hindlegs, Captain tackled the girl. Caught unaware and off balance. Amy found herself hurtling into the sofa. To what was to be her dettriment she didn’t land well.
Midriff catching the backrest she was about to topple over. Amy was about to find out that she REALLY wished she had and also just how TIGHT her sheath was…..
Right behind her Captain hoisted himself onto the sofa and planted himself on her back. Stoping her from falling. Vicious landing paws scratched at her shoulders to get a hold. The brute force of the dog sent most of her top half hanging over the sofa. Amy shrieked as she felt herself trapped under the rampaging beast.
Quickly Captain began a swift and powerful humping of his withers. With his gnarled, bloated, red and purple-veined nut. He easily spread aside puffy pussy petals. His thrashing caused his huge doggycock to rapidly advance up the pink tunnel of the young girl’s body.
It was so fast that Amy was only dimly aware of her hymen rip free. The force of his surging cock took it so quick that it felt more like it just melted away. Fear etched across her face she screamed blue murder from her stretching canal and the depth the cock was reaching inside her. Her nails bit into her palms as she formed her hands into fists. A painful groan escaped her when the hard noodle, hammered against her cervix. With a ball of expanding pain inside her. Amy collapsed forward and hung upside down, fingertips barely touching the floor.
Having had his snout in her muff earlier. Captains balls clenched greatly and he hosed her like a broken faucet. He was enjoying this one more than all the others. Holding her about the hips he showed no intrest in releasing his sobbing bitch.
Instead Captain started slow, measured thrusts that reached ever deeper into her.
Blood roaring at her temples as she hung above the floor. Murmuring weakly from the pain inside her. Amy became pettrified that she was bleeding inside. A warmth was spreading deep and something had torn. What came next brought such violent pain to her that her eyes teared. A cutting and massively stretching sensation burst forth in her opening. What felt like a stoney tennis ball crammed itself into her…..” NOOOOOO…YA….youuu…h..hur…hurting me…ohhhh…..”
As he pounded her. Amy fought for conciousness. Every great thrust making her grunt….” Mppff ”
As darkness enveloped her. She whispered in a plea …..” Nooo. Oh nooo. Please, so sore…..”
Her words feel on deaf ears. Captain groggy with sensation and drowning in her warmth and his pleasure. Fucked the girls slit in a marathon session.
Long after. He finished with a deliciously drawn out flurry of salvos.
Delirious and light-headed. Amy feeling a letting of tepid fluid, deep in her core. Let out a slow rattle from the back of her dry throat.
Vaguely aware when he extracted himself and saw the mix of semen and gore that something was wrong. Captain took fright and raced across the lawn, jumping the low fence.
Despite the migranes that plagued him and he had had a bitch of one an hour back. Life for Mike Storey was going well. A slow lovesong playing softly, in his smart 4×4. He pulled off the main road and took the lane that would take him to his house by the lake.
Good songs reminded him always of Lauren. Looking at the wedding ring on his finger he smiled faintly.
Five years younger than him he had met her at a club. Two nights later he was balling her in her small apartment. That she was black didn’t go down well with his family at first. Now like him they adored her. Only twenty-two, he thought Lauren to be the most gorgeous and sweetest woman in the world.
Pulling up in the driveway. She came out to greet him. As tall as he was. She kissed him on the cheek….. ” Hi babes ”
As Lauren walked up the stairs ahead of him. Mike took in her firm rump in the white shorts. Wearing sandles. She had legs that stretched to …heaven ? They had been married a year and he could never get enough of her. Wearing a small cream T with the words – ‘ LEAVE ME ALONE. I’M TAKEN ‘ written across the front that ended just above her belly-ring adorned navel. She looked tooooo damn sexy.
Inside his wife’s pretty face grew animated. Watching as her perfect eyebrows rose and her big hazel eyes lit up….. ” Babes please don’t be angry but he was dirty and hungry. Obviously a stray he ain’t got nobody ”
The subject of her sentence sat next to two empty bowls on the floor. Following her, Mike nearly walked into the big dog.
Opening her arms and giving him a beautiful, winning smile. Lauren said….. ” Vola ! ”
The dog staring at him. Mike said….. ” Wow angel. Couldn’t you just find a puppy ? I mean think small sometimes sweetheart. A big old Great Dane ? ”
Her smile and cute, scrunched up face was captivating…..” Awwww come on Mikey. His sooo sweet. I even bathed him before letting him into the house. What we gonna call him ? ”
Mike smiled broadly. She always rode over him like a tidal wave….. ” How about scram ? ”
Sitting at his PC after dinner. ( He owned a IT company ) Mike rubbed at his temples. Opening the door, Lauren came up and stood beside him. Kissing him gently on the forehead, she whispered……” Take your tablets, baby ? ” The pain intense. Mike answered….. ” Yip ”
When she nibbled his ear his whole body shivered…..” How about I take a looong hot bath. I bought us some nice oils today and….then….I act like I’m the innocent little nigga girl in the cotton fields….and…you the evil well… hung, maaaster….( Mike laughed loudly. Geez she was a card. He often couldn’t believe how much he loved her )….and…Iv’e been off the contraceptives for a month now…..sooo…my brown pussy should be more than ripe for the maaasters seed…” ……..Shit she could make him horny !
Body glistening richly. Lauren placed her heel on her man’s shoulder. Reaching down with her other foot she stuck it flush against his shaft. Busy between her legs she heard Mikey groan. Lauren thought her tits were way to small. Mikey though seemed to adore them. As if reading her mind. His hands snaked up over her belly. Toying with her belly-ring, then travelling up further. A breast was taken by each of his hands. Nipples worked……….Arching her back she whimpered…” MMMMMM” Down below he lashed at her clit.
He loved her chocolate-pink box and dark ass… Tongue busy on her swollen and sodden, vagina. Mike breathed in her scent….. She drove him fucking crazy !
Squatting above him. Eyes lusty. Lauren reached behind her and took hold of his organ. Lifting her sweet ass, slightly she slipped it in. Mikey closed his eyes…..” Shit ya feel good ”
His joystick buried in her to the hilt. Lauren gyrated her hips, slowly working his tool. She wondered if he had any idea how in love she was with him….
Hands glued to her small, pert tits. Mike stared at her in awe. Quickening the pace so that the sound of their slapping bodies grew louder. She rode him. Long hair alive as she thrashed her head and ground her teeth.
They became dimly aware of the dog when the mattress beneath them moved from his weight. The second sign of his presence made them shout out in unison with pleasure.
Captain with a hefty lick of his tongue. Started at the man’s bullocks. Rapidly slurping up the slimey shaft, it hit the spot where their sexes were connected. Savouring the taste of their joining, he continued almost languidly to the strong smell of the woman’s poopshoot.
Atop him Lauren bolted upright. Mouth wide and shaking with feeling. She groaned loudly and wickedly…..” Oh yeah..LICK my ass ” Her sudden obvious excitement at the dogs joining them made Mikey’s heart beat faster and his passion soar. Thrusting up at her. Mike heard the animal slurping at her shitter.
Lauren her tummy turned to jelly. Felt her climax closing in like a freight train. The dog was tooo much… At the last second she lifted her hips and let Mikey slip out of her.
Eyes glassy. Mikey feeling weak, stared up at her…..” What ya doing ? ”
As Lauren was about to answer him. A rough tongue, rode deliciously up the entire length of her slit. Making her weak at the knees, she groaned…..” Oh fuuuucck ”
Up on his elbows. A new and overwhelming excitement gripped him. Mikey was slightly chargained at the longing in his own words…..” I want him to DO ya ! ”
Groaning as Lauren teased his crown with her mouth. Mikey was beside himself. Never having felt so alive or enjoyed such intense sex. He swallowed hard when Lauren left his cock and leaned over to suck on the canines huge pulsating member. Mikey fell into the abyss….
The look in his eyes was like the possessed. Lauren battling to control her own arousal, felt her pussy burst forth juice as Mikey encouraged her to fuck the dog.
Looking down at her, Mikey felt like he could topple over. Squatting over the dog. Lauren had at least 20 cm of alive, throbbing doggydong up her snatch. As her dark ass beat the Dane’s meat. Her buttocks drummed against the angry red knot down by the beasts balls.
Lauren was in another world. The delight the monstorous boner with it’s pounding flesh and thick girth was giving her………melted her innards.
Eyes rolling like a gambling machine, she blurted out….” OHHH….Ohhh…Oooooo ”……with unashamed emotion. The dog was making her feel like a…..a …..a……….HO !
Captain eyes twisted shut. Lolled his panting tongue against the floor.
Feeling him close behind her. Lauren moved slightly to make it easier for him. The last thing she wanted now was the doggycock leaving her body. She whimpered, gratefully as Mikey ripped into her ass.
In raptures. The feel of manly fuckmeat, stuffed into both her orifices. Lauren screamed to the heavens. As her strongest orgasm yet tore loose inside her.
Having had her in the cunny after her ass. Her face had contorted when she came. Yelling at him….” Fill me with your spunk you bastard ! Impregnate me with that white seeeeeed ” Mikey felt tired and sated.
Lauren though wanted more. Her thirst for her two men almost unquenchable.
Mikey got her in position. Enjoying giving her to the big beast. He felt his cock already begin to stir.
Lauren raised her rearend in sacrifice. Her quivering, aroused body a hive of longing. Submitting to the dogs KINGPRICK as he mounted her. Wanting oh so badly with both her pussy and ass to be his…………………………………………………..BITCH.
Captain had found his new home.
THE END.
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Diary

A THREESOME WITH SIMONE OR IS IT SIMON?

I have arranged Simone’s visit as I feel slightly guilty after my recent lesbian tryst with Janet without telling Roger, see my story Sarah and Janet.
I am of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. I have a very strong sex drive – and I love having sex with an audience.

Fiction

Cupids Curse part 2

In roman mythology, cupid whimsically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE I MISCHIEVOUS IN MIND….

Fiction

Masturbating with Amy, Chapter One

Amy and I were friends, but one day a frank and explicit conversation led to our first intimate moments.
First story ever written. I’d like to hear constructive criticism since I’d like to write more.

Fantasy

Husband to the Fay – A Halloween Story

This is the story the Pixies brought me this year. I knew it would be in the humor category because they were all giggling before they put it in my mind. It is a letter to Prudence, a sex advice columnist.

Fiction

When In Rome – 05

Author’s NotesScene two is slightly violent / degrading.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Lykos – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Atticus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? No.
_____________________________LYKOS
Lykos opened his eyes and glanced over at his son.
“What was I saying?” He fisted his hand in Callia’s hair as she stroked his cock. It was soaking wet from her mouth, but she’d taken a detour. He heard her hungry moans as she sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth. He watched her little hips rock for a moment, fucking the air as she slapped his cock against her own lips.
Cassius sat across from him, his head tilted as he stared at his sister’s cunt.
“What?” Cassius glanced up at him. “Oh, something about thirty new whores showing up on your doorstep.”Right. Lykos groaned as he felt Callia begin to guide him down her throat. He patted her head. She’d been such a good whore today. The emperor had been extremely pleased with the show she put on. He’d always been pleased with her. Callia had fucked six of his guards in front of him. Then bathed, and served the emperor for hours.
And here the little whore was, on her eighth cock of the day. Her own father’s. And she was hadn’t slowed a bit. She was sucking him greedily, lust filled little moans as she placed sloppy little kisses on his shaft.
“Right. This whore situation is a problem,” he informed his son.
Cassius’s eyes never left Callia. Lykos didn’t blame him. Callia in action was a sight worth seeing. Gods, she had worked those fucking cocks today. He was almost proud of her.
“Failing to see how more whores is a problem, Father.”
Lykos pushed his daughters head down on his cock, filling his throat until her mouth was nestled snuggly at the base of his cock, and then he fucked it. Short little strokes deeper into her mouth until he knew she needed to breath. She pulled back choking, but her mouth was back on his cock in an instant.
“The whores aren’t here just for work. They want to work here for sanctuary. Another half dozen whores, and two noble girls have been found dead. That the whores are showing up here makes it look like we had something to do with it, like we’re behind the killings because we have something to gain by it.”
Cassius rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes.
“I need you to find this killer, my son. I need him broken and confessing. And then I need him killed. Publicly. Violently.”
His son’s eyes narrowed. “I prefer killing in the dark.”
He felt his daughter’s mouth tense around his cock.
“Don’t frighten Callia while she’s got a cock in her mouth,” he chided. “I’d hate to have to whip her for using teeth. She was such a good girl today.”
Cassius stilled, and then he stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave immediately. I may not be back until Sun’s Day. The whore is mine when I return.”
He leaned forward and slapped his little girl’s ass, spread her cheeks wide open to trail a finger up her soaking wet slit.
“I’m sure I’ll be done with her by then.”
Cassius left, the door slamming behind him. He gently pushed Callia’s head off his cock. “Lean back, show Daddy what they did to your pussy, Baby.”
His little girl grinned up at him, and leaned back against the floor. She spread her legs wide open for him, tilting her pelvis up to give him a good view. She spread her cunt wide open, her fingers pulling apart her tiny, pink inner lips.
“Touch it, baby. Show Daddy how you play with it.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the ground as her fingers trailed up her wet little slit. She slapped at her clit and then worked slow circles around it. He slid down onto the floor next to her, and squeezed one of her little tits in his hand as his little girl rubbed her own pussy.
Her hips rocked off the ground as she fingered her clit, and her eyes met his. She stared into his eyes, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
He kissed her forehead. “You like when Daddy watches you touch it?”
She giggled and moaned up at him. “I like it better when Daddy fucks it.”
He laughed, stroking one of her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your little cunt, Callia?”
Her hips rocked off the floor to meet the finger she’d just slid into her wet little cunt. “I always want my daddy to fuck my wet little cunt.”
Who was he to say no? After all, that little cunt – and her mouth, and her ass – had earned him an obscene amount of coin today.
He climbed between her legs and she spread them even wider. He pushed his cock against her entrance, and grabbed her hips. When he slid inside her, it was hard enough that her little tits bounced with the force of his stroke. He dug his fingers into her hips, stroking slowly now, pushing himself so deep inside his little girl’s willing, soaking body. She threw her head back, and pushed her hips against his. Her strokes were lazy, but her little hole was so wet, so fucking hot around his cock.
She bit her lip, smiled up at him. Gods, when she made that face, she looked just like her mother. He’d fucked Breena just like this, so many times. Her naked and wet, legs spread as she begged for his cock.
He leaned over Callia and kissed her mouth, tentatively, the way he’d kissed her mother. He’d never kissed their child before.. The thought had never crossed his mind. Callia froze at first, and then she pushed her mouth against his as his cock drove in and out of her cunt. He pounded her after that, fucking her rougher than he ever had before. His cock filled his child, the little girl that the only woman he’d ever loved had carried in her belly. He covered her mouth, squeezed her tits, fucked her until her cries consumed him. And then he fucked her harder. He felt his daughter’s cunt spasm around him. She was going to cum with his cock inside her.
He didn’t last long after that. She’d taken so many cocks, and he’d loved watching it. Every minute of his little whore preforming and he stared at her sweet little face as his balls emptied deep inside her cunt.
She laid on the ground, torn, spent unable to move, and he spread her legs wider to see the thick white cum inside her cunt. The same cum that that he’d pumped into her mother so many years ago.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her head. “Go to bed, child.”
*ATTICUS
He’d managed to find the little whore before she’d been given breakfast.
He sat back on the edge of his bed, naked. Cock throbbing.
He’d made her sit and watch as he ate his own meal. He’d savored every bite, chewed slowly. Ensured that he fully described how delicious it was.
Callia had sat naked at his feet, hands bound behind her back. She tried so hard to look patient, but he could hear her stomach growling beneath him. When he finished, he didn’t move immediately. He just sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Atticus fucking hated his father’s bastard daughter; the whore he’d whelped on some Celtic slave. His brothers couldn’t see past their own cocks. They saw her as a pretty whore, a willing mouth, a wet cunt. He saw her as something disgusting. A piece of filth that didn’t deserve the air she was allowed to breathe.
He dumped what was left on his plate in a little bowl and sat it in front of her. He poured the smallest bit of water in a matching bowl and placed it beside the first. He checked the rope he’d tied around her hands. It was secure.
“Eat.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at the dishes he’d given her, and she looked back up at him.
“I.. I c-can’t. Now with my hands tied, Atticus.” She kept her eyes on the floor, as if that would somehow make up for her disobedience.
He slapped her, back handed her, with all of the force he could put behind it. He felt his knuckles against her mouth, and when he looked down at her he smiled as the small trickle of blood on her bottom lip.
He took her jaw in his fingers, digging hard into the skin and bone.
“You want to fuck like a dog, little sister? Stick your ass up in the air for every cock that passes by you?” He guided her face down to the bowls. “Then eat like a dog, Bitch.”
He could see her jaw tightening, the slow blush of red in her cheeks. Her eyes were shiny, bright with tears. His cock tensed. That’s it, cry for me, you little whore.
He stroked his cock slowly as he watched her bend forward to eat the scraps off his plate. At first she sniffled and whimpered, but then some fucking kind of resolve, some determination, crossed her eyes as she finished. She stuck her ass up in the air as she stuck her face in the bowl, and when she finished, she looked up at him. She looked pleased with herself. Defiant.
He slapped her again, this time with enough force to knock her off her knees and to the floor. She curled in on herself, the trickle on her lip bigger. More red. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she struggled to get up off the floor.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his other hand fisted in her hair, and guided her face to her water bowl. “Drink it, bitch.”
It was a struggle, but the little cunt obeyed. She tried her hardest to lap up water with her tongue, but it was difficult. Such is the problem with bitches in little girl bodies. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, and he was growing impatient.
He pulled her back up on her knees. “Time for tea, little sister. Can’t have a whore like you breeding, now can we?”
He grabbed one of the two cups of whores-tea he’d grabbed from the kitchens and held her by the throat with the other hand.
“Face up to the sky. Open your mouth.”
Her body shook, but she obeyed.
He poured the tea sloppily into her open mouth. It ran down the sides of her cheeks as she choked on it. This was why he’d brought two cups. He knew the little cunt would spill. He didn’t expect his hound to have table manners, why would the little whore be any better?
He filled her mouth with the rest of the cup, and she managed to choke a little less this time. The tea still dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes watered with hot tears that he hoped were painful. He rubbed her jaw with his thumb.
“Looks like you need a bit more. Do try not to spill so much this time.”
He emptied half of the second cup into her open mouth, and she choked. Coughing, gasping for air, spat the foul tea all over his floor.
He backhanded her.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were bleak and tears were pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Atticus.”
He laughed. “Not yet, you aren’t. But you will be.”
He shoved her forward, hand on the back of her neck. He pushed her face to the ground. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, dirty face on the ground, looking at him. She trembled, whimpered, but she kept her ass high up in the air, her legs spread wide for her own fucking brother. She was disgusting.
When he slid his hand between her legs, her cunt was wet.
“Tell me, bitch. Which of your brother’s cocks do you enjoy most?”
She looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see her mind spinning.. In fear. That puzzled him. That question should have shamed her, not made her afraid.
He frowned. Titled his head. “It’s a simple question, Bitch. You spread your legs for every man in your family. Whose cock do you like best?”
“Father’s,” she finally admitted. But..
“You’re lying.” He grabbed her chin and twisted it up to meet his face and she cried out in pain. “Why are you lying to me? It’s a simple question. Hector’s? Gaius’s? Surely not Marcus’s.”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice shook. “I j-just.. I’m a whore, Atticus. And I like it best when Daddy fucks me. I like it best when my own father cums inside my cunt.”
He flipped her over on her back. She was still lying, but hearing the little bitch talk about how much she loved her father’s cock.. She made him sick.
He forced her legs open. She was so tiny. Such a filthy cunt to be so little. He laid his cock between her legs, on her stomach. He slapped it against her, his balls heavy as he measured it against her. If he just let his balls lay against her cunt, the tip of his cock was higher than her naval. He did like that. Having such a tiny little whore at his mercy. He slapped one of her little tits, and she cried out.
Her nipples were so hard, and no matter what he did to her her cunt would be wet and slick. For her brother, no less. She would enjoy his cock, probably cum around it.
He slapped her face again. Harder, ripping open the little barely-healed cut on her lip. And then he slapped her again. He hated that she made his cock so fucking hard, made it throb and ache to be inside her. She was worthless. She was disgusting, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from using her. It was her fault. Not his.
He rolled her over, gripped her legs, forced her on her knees and her head back to the ground. “That’s it, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. You want this cock, don’t you? Want to be fucked?”
She whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her voice full of tears.
He would not fuck her cunt. That’s what she wanted, wanted his cock to slam inside her wet little hole.
He didn’t bother himself with getting her asshole wet. He wiped the tiny bit of her wetness that was on the tip of his cock on her leg and positioned himself right at the entrance to her ass.
He didn’t work it in. Didn’t try to make it easy on her.
He positioned the head of his cock, raised on his knees, and wrapped on arm around her waist while he forced his cock deep in her ass. Her body tightened, and he could feel the muscles clench as her scream echoed in his room.
Her body, subconsciously, tried to deny him entrance. She fought against him, but she’d taken too many cocks in her ass the day before. It was still tight. Still deliciously dry. But just loosened enough that she could do nothing to stop him. On his second attempt, he was inside her. His balls rested against her wet cunt and he felt her ass so fucking tight around him. She was screaming, but not in pleasure. Begging, but not for him to fuck her.
He pulled out, and forced himself back in. Again. Two hard thrusts as he took her hair in his hands and pulled her face around so he could see the hot tears on her cheeks.
“Why pretend like you don’t like it? I heard how many cocks you took in this little ass.” He pounded her, his words punctuated by heavy thrusts. “I heard about how many times you came with strange men’s cocks inside you, you worthless little cunt. Don’t pretend.”
He forced her knees closer together, making her even tighter around him. He wanted to fucking destroy her. When he pulled her face back to him by the hair. “Did you beg for their cum while our father watched?”
She didn’t meet his eyes, but she nodded. And when he felt her ass starting to move back against him, he hit her in the side of her head with his fist. Then he let go of her hair.
Her face slammed into the stone floor, and she writhed, trying to push the hurt side of her face into her shoulder. She was really crying now, and his cock pounded inside her, jerking, making his stomach tighten as he heard her weeping quietly.
“You think you’re special, don’t you Bitch? Because men can’t keep their hands off you.” He hissed. “I know Callia. You think you’re something because the fucking Emperor used to pump that sweet, tiny little cunt full of royal cum. He couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were a girl, and you think that makes you better than me. But that was a very long time ago, Bitch. You’re nothing. Nothing.”
He stroked her back. With his fingernails. Dug them into her flesh, watching red tracks spread behind where he touched. “What’s wrong, darling sister?”
She tried to arch away from him.
“You’re h-hurting me.” She whimpered, and it undid him. He pounded her, harder, faster, trying to fuck through her. He heard her crying beneath him, and he felt powerful. Alive. Strong. He pulled out. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling it wide open to see the red, fucked raw little hole. The hole his cock had violated, stretched wide.
And then he stood up and kicked her. Used hit foot to roll her over onto her back.
“What’s wrong, Baby Sister? Didn’t get to cum?” He bent over and spat in her face. “Good.”
He gripped his cock, slapped it hard against her cheek. Then he stroked it, his eyes focused on the blood on her lip, the tears in her eyes, and his spit pooled just to the left of her nose.
Three strokes. That was all it took, and he shot his cum right onto her disgusting little face.
He sat down next to her, watching her sniffle and try to pull herself together.
He smiled to himself, a cruel, triumphant grin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, father’s waiting for you. And he’s so very, very angry with you Callia. And if I were a betting man, I’d bet I might not have to see that filthy little face around here for much longer. Today may very well be the day. What have you done this time?”
*CASSIUS
Cassius arrived home early, covered in blood. His sword needed cleaned. Desperately. His knuckles were busted open, swollen and inflamed. Every muscle in his body ached. Gods, was twenty-eight really that old?
He wanted Callia. Now, underneath him, wrapped around him. He was too tired to beat her. But he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before replaying her over and over in his mind, taking those cocks like a little champion.
Someday, she would be his, and he would be the one arranging for her to be fucked. And then he’d beat her, while she was still covered cum and fuck her senseless. Show her how it was really done.
He stripped off his blood-stained clothing as he turned down the hall that led to the underground slave pens and frowned.
The door to the Hole was open. He hadn’t seen it open in years. Two slaves were inside, mopping the floor under the flogging rack. Both were sobbing quietly as they cleaned, and when he entered, both jumped.
He gestured around. “Who was punished in here?”
Neither answered him, their sobs had become louder as they both backed away from him, away from the instruments of pain his father kept in that room. Lykos didn’t enjoy pain as a part of sex. But he was skilled in the art of punishment. His father took pride in that.
“Who was punished? I order you to fucking tell me.”
A slave whose name he didn’t know stared at the ground.
“C-Callia, Dominus. Your sister.”
He didn’t remember grabbing the girl. The next thing he knew, his fingers were digging into her arms and she was screaming in pain. Begging. He shook her, hard. The small bowl of water she was holding clattered to his feet.
“What did they do to her?”
Tears were pouring down the terrified slave’s face. He could see red spatter on the floor. The other girl had been cleaning a.. He shook the girl harder. His voice thundered.
“F-flogged. Dominus. About an hour past.”
A theives’ punishment. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He could barely see the girl he has holding through the sheet of red in front of his eyes. His heart, raging beats pounded in his ears.
“Why?” His voice was flat. Eerily calm, even to him.
“One of her men. A regular. He left and realized he was missing a r-ring. He said she must have taken it.”
He tried to breathe. To ease up on the girl’s arms.
“How many times?”
“Twenty-seven. O-one for every d-denarii he said the ring was worth.”
He let go of her arms. “Do you know where she is?”
“G-Galla took her to clean her wounds. The slaves’ baths, I t-think, Dominus.”
He was out the door before he realized he’d moved, heavy, running footfalls as he took the stairs down to the slave pens. The door to the baths was locked and he kicked it open, a satisfied smile as the lock splintered through the wood.
Galla rushed at him. The weathered old woman in charge of cleaning and feeding the whores had terror in her eyes but she lunged at him any way.
“You get out of here, Cassius.” The old woman seethed as she tried to march him to the door. She barely came up to his chest. “She’s hurt. You’ll just have to wait. I’m not letting her leave this room.”
He couldn’t respond to her. Couldn’t look at her. He barely noticed her as he stared at Callia’s poor, little bloodied back. She was passed out, sleeping or unconscious on the island of the bathtub. He staggered, and Galla slapped at his chest.
“For the love of Jupiter, she can’t take another beating.”
His little sister stirred, and her eyes opened wide with fear. And then she saw him. And the relief in her eyes hurt him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was on her feet in a second, staggering over to him. She shoved past Galla and then her arms were around his neck. He melted. He struggled to find a way to embrace her without touching her back, and settled for one hand on the back of her head, and another on the curve of her arm. He gripped her to him, and didn’t let go even when he head Galla’s surprised gasp.
Callia was crying into his chest, and Galla was staring at them, not bothering to hide her shock. Fuck. That was not good.
She pushed Callia away from him gently, but what he did next was nowhere near gentle.
He was holding the old woman against the wall, his sword to her throat.
“I don’t know what you think you just saw, old-”
“Cass.” Callia was pulling at his arm, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “Don’t.”
She looked afraid.
The old woman, however, did not. She just stood very still, and met his eyes. She gave him as much of a nod as she could with his sword against her throat.
“They could kill me. I won’t say a word. I raised that girl, Cassius. My own daughter nursed her after her mother died. I love her, too.”
Too. Fuck. She knew. The cunning old woman had seen it. He knew he’d probably live to regret it, but he released her. He helped Callia back to the edge of the tub.
“I need someone to go to the market. How’s your memory, old woman?”
“Sharper than yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember what went in the salve he needed to make.
He was a killer, not a healer. He listed off the few ingredients he remembered, and Galla stopped him.
“You want to make the salve her mother used to put on your back.”
He frowned. “How do you know of this?”
She smiled, her eyes sad. “Breena was my friend, child. And you were always her favorite. She loved you. She didn’t hate your mother because she wanted her husband. She hated how Lyssandra treated you. She’d have killed her for it, given half the chance.”
Instead, Lyssandra had killed her.
Galla patted his arm, a gentle gesture he wasn’t used to from anyone but Callie.
“I’ll go get what you need. Take care of her until I return.”
He was left alone with his little sister, and he watched her whimper as she slept. She burned with fever and he burned with rage. He was going to kill them all. Dance in their blood. Give their heads to Callie as a sign of his love.
He wondered if she’d like that.

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You, The Captive

I walk up to you, taking in the sight of your blindfolded, bound form on my work table. Your breasts,so exquisite are heaving, struggling against the ropes holding you down. Your mouth is gagged, a 3 inch dildo gag to prepare you for what is to come. Upon my entrance into the basement your ears perked up; you know that someone is there. Immediately you begin screaming, the sounds muffled by the gag.
“Now now, you know I told you to stay quiet for me, you don’t want to get hurt, do you?” I ask, moving slowly toward a table next to your naked, struggling body. “I worked so very hard to get you here after all, the least you can do is cooperate.” I say, picking up one of my instruments, a 4 inch butt plug. Your struggles increase ten fold, flailing this way and that, desperate to be free. I lay a hand upon your left breast, delighting in the way your entire body stiffens up with such simple contact. I begin to roll your nipple in my fingers, almost absentmindedly as I continue to search through my tools for the perfect way to begin. You are squirming now, as my fingers begin to work upon your breast. I tease the nipple for a full minute, pinching and flicking,caressing and massaging, and then I move to the right breast to begin the process anew.
“Ah, perfect.” I say, as your squirming increases. I pick up a 5 inch dildo, examining it while continuing my ministrations. “I notice that you are not fighting against my touch as much as you were when I entered, indeed you almost seem to welcome my playful teasing of your breasts. Well now, are we getting turned on by this?” I ask, slowly moving my hand down your breast, stomach, and finally, to your pussy. I slowly work your lower lips open, marveling in the feeling of your thrashing, renewed once again at the thought of touching your lower body so intimately. I work my finger around your lips, delicately brushing your clit along the way, which elicits a brief, involuntary moan of what I can only assume to be pleasure. Then, I work my finger into your pussy, reveling in the way my finger is consumed by the tight hole.
“Well, and here I thought I had an unwilling participant, and yet your body seems to want something else entirely.” I say, working my finger in and out of your pussy, causing you to scream into your gag, something obscene no doubt. “Well now, do you have something to say to me?” I ask, pulling my finger out of your pussy and moving toward your upper body. I reach around your head, and unstrap the gag forced into your mouth. I pull the dildo out, and you cough and sputter, before turning your blindfolded eyes at me. “Listen to me your creep, I don’t want to be part of your sick fantasy! Now untie me and let me go, or else I will scream!” you shout. You hear laughter, deep bellowing laughter that makes you feel uneasy, and then I say: “Go ahead and scream all you want. I have no neighbors for miles around, and I live alone. You think I haven’t been preparing for this?” I ask, moving my fingers down her body once more.
“You freak, take your filthy hands off of me! HELP, SOMEONE, HELP!” You scream, as I approach your pussy once more. A few seconds pass, but there is no sound of movement, no quick approach, no sounds other than your own shallow breathing and my own deep breaths. “I told you no help would come, I am hurt that you wouldn’t believe me.” I say, forcing two fingers deep into your pussy this time.” “Holy fuck!” You cry, trying to move your pelvis away from my fingers, but the bonds hold tight, and I begin to work both fingers in and out of your tight pussy. “It seems that I need to punish you, maybe that will make you more… receptive to my advice in the future.” I say, as I bring the 5 inch dildo from the table with my other hand, my two fingers still deep inside you. “Oh fuck, oh shit. Listen man, you don’t need to do whatever it is you are going to do, Just let me go and-” You get no further, and I shove all 5 inches of the dildo into your tight pussy in one fell swoop.
“HOLY SHIT!” You scream, thrashing and fighting with all of your might to get away. “It’s no use my dear, these ropes were tied expertly by myself. Looks like all that practice at the Boy Scouts turned out to be useful after all, who would have thought?” I say, smiling as I turn the dildo from side to side. “Ohhh…:” you moan as I begin to pull the dildo out, and shove it back in, starting slowly at first, and then building up steam. “I bet your boyfriend is about this size, isn’t he?” I ask you, fucking you with the dildo while my other hands plays with your breasts once more. “I bet you love to be fucked, but he only lasts a few seconds, so it’s not satisfying, is it? Well, you won’t have that problem now. I can fuck you for hours with this, if I so choose. I say, intensifying the rate at which the dildo is going in and out, occasionally grinding on your clit as it passes. “Ohh, you bastard! Stop this right now, I hate you so fucking much!” you shout, though your pelvis begins to rock in time to my thrusts, as if to invite the hard dildo in to play. “You say that, and yet you seem to be enjoying this far too much, in my opinion.” I say, as I stop thrusting into you, leaving the dildo buried to the hilt inside of your still thrusting pussy.
“Gah! What are you doing you asshole!” “Why, you sound almost frustrated. I’m sorry, did you expect me to get you off? I ask. “ No no, that wouldn’t do at all. I want you to be close to coming throughout our entire session, I find that is the best way to ensure maximum cooperation.” I say, as I approach the end of the table with your head. I unzip my pants, and begin to pull them down. You hear me unzip, and go still. “Wh-What are you doing?” you ask, sounding frightened. I pull out my cock, 7 inches in length and approach your mouth. “No, I’m serious, what the fuck are you doing? I can’t see a damn thing you dick!” you say, as I get in position. “I’m so glad you asked my dear,” I say, as I put my cock near your face, “I am going to fuck your face now. You have such beautiful lips, and I must know how they look wrapped around my dick.” You are still for a second as you process what I say, and then you try to pull your head away, as you realize where I am. “Oh no, oh no you aren’t, I’m not getting anywhere near that dirty fucking thing with my mouth!” you scream, unaware of just how close you are to it already.
“Actually, you will find that you will allow me to stuff my cock into your mouth, as I hold all the cards, and I could kill you if I so choose. So perhaps you should rethink you refusal.” I say, as I begin to trace your lips with my cock, waiting for them to part and allow me entry. You seem to shrink back, but as my words hit home you hesitantly open up your lips. Immediately,I put the tip of my penis into your mouth, and thrust in and out. “For you, I will start with only a little of my length, as it is obvious you haven’t had much practice at this.” I say, pushing a little more of my hard, rigid cock into your mouth. You begin to sputter and wheeze, not used to having anything of that size for a long period of time in your mouth. “You need to breathe through your nose if you don’t want to die my dear, and by the way, if you bite my cock even a little bit, let’s just say things won’t end well for you.” I say, thrusting faster and harder into your mouth, starting to hit the back of your throat now. You feel me hitting your throat, and begin to panic, squirming and fighting. I pull my length out of you, and you gasp and choke. “Fuck, are you crazy! I almost died!” you say, struggling to regain your breath. “I told you to breathe through your nose, and I now must tell you to time your breaths with my thrusts, as I am now going to put my whole load in, and I will be going partway down your throat.” I say.
“Wha-” You splutter before I shove my dick into your mouth, and begin thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace. You try to fight, but soon realize that you are getting nowhere, and attempt to concentrate on proper breathing, so you don’t die. I am now shoving my whole length deep into your mouth and throat, causing you to gag every time. “Impressive, minimal gag reflex, not many can boast that, especially not someone with so little experience.” I say, thrusting harder and harder into you. Then, you feel it. My cock gets incredibly hard, so much harder than it has been so far, and you realize: I am about to cum, inside of your throat. “Best prepare yourself love, and do try not to spit any of it out? I would feel quite shamed if you didn’t like my taste.” I say, as my balls contract, and I cum wave after wave deep into your throat. There is a terrible retching noise, but you seem to take my load, until I am finally spent. I pull my softening cock out of your mouth with a pop, and you gag and splutter and retch, a bit of my semen on the side of your lips.
“Well, you did wonderfully for your first deep throating experience, let me say that.” I say, pulling my pants back on. “Fucking…Bastard!” You say, still gagging at the thought of what was just in your mouth. “You know, I think I’ve had about enough of your mouth for one day.” I say, and pick a new dildo gag off of the table. “This one is 5 inches long, and I know you can take it, as you took all of me just now.” I say, forcing your lips open and shoving the hard dildo deep inside your mouth, and locking it in place behind your head. “Of course, you will need to practice at breathing around it, but that will just prepare you for next time, eh?” I say.
“I think I am about finished with you for today, but I want you to be nice and ready for me, the next time I come down. How about I let you orgasm until you are too tired to do anything else? That sounds like a good idea to me.” I say, reaching for the dildo in your pussy still. “Did I mention this is also a vibrator?” I ask, turning it on, which brings a moan from you. “Enjoy your time while I am gone, I expect you to be much more receptive to my advances when next I come.”

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