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Klink (part 6)

Captain Killerin looked over the report and grunted. The scouts had suffered heavy losses during their reconnaissance of the star system and all reports indicated that freemen settlements were well defended.
“I guess we know where the rebels disappeared to,” he said, turning off his viewer.
Lieutenant Commander Vickers nodded in agreement. He had been assigned to debrief the returning pilots and report directly to the captain. “And they do not appear to be the rag tag bunch we were led to believe fled controlled space after the rebellion was defeated.”
“We don’t need another front to contend with while we have the Mondagi to face,” Killerin said. He scratched at his salt and pepper goatee and gazed out into space. “We don’t even know their strength, our forward scouting group failed to report. We must assume they are lost.”
Vickers let his eyes follow the captain but stayed at ease.
“Suggestions?”
“The freemen could be a valuable ally,” Vickers said. “They have knowledge of this sector and, if reports are correct, many of their best commanders are still alive. They would be a strong barrier against an enemy attack from this part of space.”
“I agree,” the captain said. He turned to face the commander, “Free the prisoner and instruct him to relay this message to his superiors. Give him a transport and any supplies he wants.”
Vickers saluted, “Aye aye, Captain.”
Lunk whistled as he stared at the ceiling, arms behind his head. His cell was bare, three walls, bars, a simple cot and a waste recycling unit. He tried to bend the bars but they were stronger than they looked and he had given up. So he took a much needed nap and relaxed, waiting for something to happen.
“Chow time,” came a voice from outside the cell.
“Food? I hope it’s not rations, I hate rations.” Lunk quipped as he slowly rose from the cot.
“I don’t cook it, I just deliver it,” the guard said dryly.
Lunk scooped the food into his mouth with one hand and swallowed. “That it?”
The guard shrugged and walked to his desk. He sat down and made an entry in the log, then took a book out of the desk and began to read.
“You just going to sit there and read?” Lunk asked.
The guard mumbled in reply.
“I noticed that most of you military types are very repressed,” Lunk said. He looked over the smaller man as he talked. “Sexually.”
“Uh huh.”
“I mean, ever since I ran into you people it’s been one great big orgy,” he explained. “You’d think I was the only whore in port.”
The guard stopped reading and looked quizzically at the big man.
“Yeah, first I screwed that pretty little fighter pilot, the one with the pink hair.” Lunk licked his lips as if he could still taste her. “Then your doctor and his horny nurse played with the old sausage.”
Lunk threw his arms behind his head leaned back on his cot. “Can you blame them? I am a sight, if I do say so myself.”
The guard leaned forward in his chair, his eye drawn to the big man’s groin.
“Lunk smiled slightly, seeing his plan starting to take hold. He pulled his pants down and held his penis out, looking at it proudly.
“Have you ever seen such a thing?”
“I’m not a… I mean, I don’t,” the guard stammered.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, private,” Lunk said. “I know how it gets out in deep space, far away from the hot piece of ass you got back home.”
“Yeah, it does get pretty lonely sometimes,” the guard agreed.
“And it’s not like you can knock one out with a mate. That’s against regulations. It would mean the end of your career, and maybe even the brig. I understand.”
The guard nodded. He watched as Lunk stroked his shaft, urging his giant pole to grow harder.
“But if you met a willing body someplace, well,” Lunk let the last trail off, hoping the guard would put two and two together.
“That would be okay, I imagine,” the guard said.
“Bingo!” Lunk smiled. “What’s your name, son?”
“Rick,” the young man said as he came around his desk. He adjusted his trousers and stood just out of arm’s reach of the cell bars.
“Do you want to touch it, Rick?” Lunk asked, coming to his feet.
“Um,” Rick stammered.
Lunk stood up and put his large rod through the cell bars, offering it to the smaller man, “Go on, I don’t mind.”
Rick moved his hand toward the giant penis and hesitated.
“Please?” Lunk smiled.
Rick placed his hand on the head of Lunk’s cock, then began to stroke it slowly.
“Oh, that feels good,” Lunk moaned, a little too enthusiastically, he thought.
“Put it in your mouth, Rick. I could really use a good blow right now.”
Rick grabbed hold of the cell bars as he dropped to his knees and began to suck on the giant cock. He ran his tongue up and down the red shaft, tasting Lunk’s skin.
Lunk’s fake smile disappeared as the guard continued to suck his dick. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as the young man proved to give good head.
“I really like that,” Lunk moaned. “You’re driving me crazy, Rick.”
“So big!” Rick exclaimed. “How did you get so big?”
“I bet your cock is nice and big about now, isn’t it?” Lunk asked. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the curve of the other man’s backside.
“Oh yeah,” Rick answered.
Lunk pulled his cock out of the other man’s mouth and stepped back into the cell.
“What are you doing?” Rick asked, surprised.
Lunk stroked his cock and said, “You want it? I know you do. Come in and fuck me.”
He was betting the young guard was so filled with excitement that he would do anything to satisfy the urge. “Come in and give it to me,” Lunk teased.
Rick stood up and took his clothes off, stroking his own dick. He was much smaller than Lunk but still possessed a larger than average sized penis.
Rick quickly unlocked the cell door, stepped inside, and then threw the keys behind him in one smooth motion.
That had surprised the big man but his reaction was muffled as he was once again on the receiving end of the guard’s talented tongue.
“I want your ass, kid,” Lunk said, raising the smaller man off the ground and turning him around. He put his hands on the man’s hips and warned, “This will only hurt for a second or two.”
Rick cried out as Lunk pushed the full length of his giant shaft into his asshole. The sweat began pouring into his eyes, which were clenched shut as the burning sensation made his body tense.
“Relax,” Lunk said softly. “You’re going to love it.”
The sound of slapping flesh seemed to thunder loudly in the cell as Lunk pumped his giant cock into the guard’s tight ass, hammering him at a steady, merciless pace. Lunk reaches a large hand around the guard’s waist and began to stroke his dick in sync, causing the guard’s anus to tighten even more.
Rick moaned with pleasure. He hadn’t said anything more than “yes” after he had taken the large rod up his ass, but all he could do was mumble, moan, and drool.
Lunk felt the young man tense as he worked his cock harder. He could feel the stream of cum move up his shaft as it shot out of his red cock and sprayed across the cell floor.
Rick nearly collapsed but Lunk held onto him, the further tightening of his asshole driving Lunk to climax. He shot his massive load into the man’s ass, the clapping of his balls on the guard’s cum drenched legs even louder that before.
Rick slumped to the ground as he was released, his body motionless and overcome with exhaustion.
Lunk shrugged. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
The giant man rose to his feet and grabbed his pants. He found the keys to the cell and was about to try to sweep them closer with his pants when he heard the door the cells open.
He stood back and hurriedly put his pants on. He recognized the man before him from his arrival on the starship. It was Lieutenant Commander Vickers.
The commander stood there silently for a moment, looking at the guard resting on the cell floor, then at the giant prisoner.
“I have been ordered to release you and instruct you to take a message to your superiors,” Vickers stated.
Lunk laughed and asked, dryly, “You couldn’t have gotten here ten minutes ago?”

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An amateur nude Mrs Robinson!

I was lucky to get the part of Mrs Robinson in my amateur theatre group as the actress originally chosen for the part in ‘The Graduate’ pulled out just two weeks prior to the first performance. No official reason was given but we all suspected that her husband had put his foot down regarding her being on stage in just her bra and knickers. Considering that the producer had wanted her to be at least topless I think her husband was being selfishly silly.
I had quite openly expressed my feelings that the part should be played naked, the more so after Jerry Hall’s recent portrayal on stage, and so I could hardly refuse when I was asked to take over the part at such short notice. Although I had never appeared naked on stage for our society before I was well known for walking about backstage in a state of undress and actually changing in the men’s dressing room at times. So when the call came I was delighted to accept.
“We are not going to have any ‘diva’ moments regarding nudity are we Mrs Daniels?”
The producer squinted his eyes towards me as he asked. I gave a nervous look around me at my fellow thespians, knowing full well what they wanted me to say in reply.
“No Barry” I quipped “I will play the seduction scene totally naked if that’s what you want”.
“Only if you are totally in agreement Tania”. His reply once again put the ball in my court.
“I honestly think the seduction scene should be played naked Barry” I replied “I won’t let you down”.
I knew that Richard wouldn’t mind as I had already expressed my feelings regarding nudity on stage with him and anyone who knows us, will already know that he loves other men seeing me naked. I knew that he would be thrilled that I had succeeded in getting the part and agreeing to play it nude. The previous Mrs Robinson had been something of a thorn in Barry’s conception of the play and was refusing to undress at all prior to the first night’s public performance – not even at the final dress rehearsal. So you can imagine his delight when I told him that I would play the scene naked immediately so as to get myself and everyone else completely au fait with my nudity.
Stickers were printed with admirable speed to stick across all posters “This show contains female nudity!” as a warning to the self righteous prigs – and give a welcome boost to the takings from all red-blooded men. My suggestion of putting a nude picture of me on advertising boards was dismissed rather more quickly than I had wanted, but it WAS agreed that a life-size nude photograph of me would be placed in the theatre foyer, and several somewhat smaller versions in the theatre programme. You will probably not be surprised to be told that the programmes were all sold out by Wednesday, with a hasty reprint completed in time for the Friday evening performance.
With the play being set in the 1950’s you can imagine Barry’s delight when I first stripped off to display an ample pubic bush. Depilation was not the thing then as it is nowadays and Mrs Robinson would certainly not have been devoid of pubic hairs. “I could kiss you Tania!” was Barry’s first response on seeing my hairy charms “I thought I was going to have to get you to wear a pubic wig!”.
He put his arms around me and cuddled me tightly “It isn’t a wig is it?” he enquired, cheekily running his fingers through my ample supply.
“Your nipples are very light love – make sure you make them more noticeable with make-up”.
Barry was a stickler for perfection in everything, and my naked body proved to be no exception.
“If you are getting your tits out I want them looking at their very best!” he informed me on several occasions “no point in showing them if your nipples can’t be seen!”. I wondered if the same scenario applied to my vagina, but Barry never mentioned it and I didn’t want to bring up the subject, so with the help of Rory, one of the cast who is a hairdresser, my pubes were styled and the hairs teased away from my labia to ensure unrestricted visibility.
Despite this the dress rehearsal brought problems.
“Can’t see you snatch darling! It’s covered in bloody hairs!”. Barry was never one to give subtle hints – Call a spade a spade was always his motto. The rehearsal was abruptly stopped for Rory to get on his knees with a comb and brush, and rectify the problem of my hair covered cunt! “Wouldn’t hurt to get some rouge on the lips too Rory” came Barry’s next ‘helpful’ outspoken thought. I could sense the sniggering from everyone as I sat and spread my legs for Rory to rouge my aroused labia.
“I think you are red enough down here Tania without any further colour” Rory whispered as he stared at my open vagina. “Put some on anyway” I whispered “let’s keep him happy. Just shove enough on to pacify him love!”
“Easier said than done Tania – you are so wet!”
We both sniggered quietly as he attempted to fight against my aroused condition to add extra rouge to my already very red ‘snatch’. I tingled with pleasure as he touched the lips and I feel sure my labia opened wider as he brushed the rouge on.
“Oh my God Tania – you have such a beautiful pussy”. He leaned forward and kissed it. Not a big sloppy kiss, just a little peck, that’s all, but just enough to make it tingle even more.
“Keep him happy Rory – don’t want him telling me to shave the fucking lot off do we?”.
Both Rory and I ensured that the problem never arose again
“Make sure your snatch is visible!” became a regular taunt from the stage crew, with the stage manager kneeling before me each night to check it’s visibility between my forest of auburn pubes.
The week of the run went as smoothly as clockwork. The audiences, generally, were receptive and accepted my nudity with good grace. A few ‘tut tuts’ from very elderly patrons were to be expected, but they were more than compensated for by the enthusiastic applause each time I stripped off for the seduction scene and at the blackout at the scene’s end.
Richard came to see the show four times and was thrilled at my performance and proud of my nudity.
“They are going to want you to strip off in every play from now on”
“I hope so love” I told him “I am really enjoying performing naked, if only in the one scene”.
“Find a play where you can be naked throughout – that should pull then in!”
To say that Richard was my most enthusiastic fan would be no exaggeration. He loved standing in the bar both at the interval and after the performance and having men approach him, saying that his wife was superb, and what a ‘cracking’ body she had.
I meantime was having problems controlling myself during the bed scene with Adrian, who played my leading man. Unfortunately he wasn’t required to show himself naked to the audience and Barry told him to wear his underpants, which I suppose was a good idea considering we had to simulate having sex under the covers. On the first public performance he decided to go commando without telling me. I noticed for the first time as I climbed on top of him and felt his erection on my tummy. I was both shocked and delighted. I began to push myself in simulation of the sex act when his penis slid inside me – and it was no longer simulation!”.
I continued to rock backwards and forwards, fucking myself on his rather large cock. It was when I looked into his eyes that a tingle ran all over my body. I had never looked at him in that way before – after all he was fifteen years my junior. I was beginning to enjoy the situation, and far from simulating sex we were actually making love on that stage. We kissed as only lovers can kiss and Barry wasn’t the only one to notice how much longer than usual the so called simulation went on. How we completed the scene and remembered all our lines I will never know.
“That was fantastic you two!” Barry enthused as we reached side stage. Adrian, his erection now considerably diminished, had cleverly slipped his underpants on under the covers in the blackout which ended the scene, and so no-one was any the wiser. But everything had changed and as we made our way to the dressing rooms Adrian spoke.
“That was awesome Tania!”
“Yes it was – you were brilliant!”
We looked at each other and without saying anything else, we both leaned forward and kissed. I was tingling all over as we pulled apart and smiled.
“Hey you two! The scene is over!” shouted a voice from the wings.
I can now understand why top film stars get divorced and marry their film partners so often. I hadn’t been wanting to do anything other that play a part in a play, but here I was completely infatuated with my younger co-star. I wanted him inside me again and was determined to get what I wanted. Being in such a sexual scene is bound to bring forth feelings in one or maybe both actors, and when the film stars are both fantastically attractive, with bodies to die for, infatuation can lead to love. So there I was, a 36 year old woman, drooling over a lad half my age.
My feelings were rudely and abruptly brought down to earth as Adrian’s gorgeous girlfriend approached and flung her arms around her boyfriend.
“You were incredible sweetheart!”
Their lips met and the sexual chemistry surfaced yet again, only this time I was not part of it. I stood there watching the magnetism between them, and I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. Ah well! Such is life.
Adrian didn’t play the scene naked again during the short run, and so we simulated as we were supposed to. Barry had a gripe each night that the scene wasn’t as good as the first night. WE both knew why, Adrian and me, but our secret was kept …well ….until now anyway. That was my first time naked with our local Amateur Dramatic society, and unfortunately my last. Despite my desperate pleas they have not selected any plays which required nudity since then. But I can still hope I suppose.
There must me dozens of theatre programmes being passed around in our town with the nude pics of yours truly in them – I don’t mind though – I really DO love men seeing me naked.

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My First Time Sex at the Farm

I was just past my eighteenth birthday; in fact it was just a couple of weeks before I visited Aunt Charlene on her farm. However, despite now being of legal age I appeared a good four years younger, maybe even

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HOW TO FIND AND MOULD A SLUT

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A few TIPs on having your own SLIUT
Most men and more then a few women want to have their own personal slut but don’t know how to go about finding the right type of person to make into their idea of a slut and if they should find someone they aren’t sure about to go about turning them into a slut. This article is intended to help. Now sluts can be male or female, but this article is going to focus on females.
The first thing you need to know is where to find your slut. I personally like finding them online. Why you may ask? Simple, it’s easy. You have access to millions of other people from around the world, and you can do it all from the comfort of your own house. Add to that that you don’t have to worry about what you’re wearing, awkward physical movements, getting tongue-tied, etc. After all, online you can take some time to think about what you want to say before you say it. Now, where online do you meet these women? I like local area chat rooms or chat rooms that involve a special interest of yours. This gives you something in common right from the get go. Something in common means you have something to talk about, i.e. something to build on. After all, just like in real life you can’t just go up to a woman (or man) and start talking about sex or ask them if they want to be your slut, no, of course not. You have to lay a foundation first. All good relationships start as friendships.
Okay, now that you have a hunting ground so to speak you need a target. You either want to start young (18-20ish) or middle aged (mid 30’s-mid 40’s and even early 50’s). Why these two age groups? The reason you want a young woman (or man) is because they are less likely to have sexual experience and preconceptions as to what is taboo, gross or painful. For example, a young girl with limited or no sexual experience is more likely to be curious about all things sexual and thus more willing to try new things. Their curiosity works in your favor therefore you need to do your homework and be as knowledgeable about sex as you can be or at least the various things you’re interested in, especially if you have never tried them before. For the first age group, that’s all for now. On to the second group.
Why middle-aged women? Because they tend to be more open minded and adventurous when it comes to sexual experimentation, especially those who have been in a restrictive marriage and are recently divorced. Middle-aged women tend to want to get a little wild and sow their wild oats before they feel they are too old to do that type of thing anymore. They can be just as curious or even more so then young women and just as anxious to explore sexually.
The next thing, is knowing what you want. This is very important; perhaps the most important part of looking for a slut to mold. Now, I’m not talking about hair color, breast size or even body type; although that is important for a lot of people, it’s not what I’m talking about right now. After all, if you don’t find someone
attractive you aren’t likely to want to turn him or her into your own personal slut anyway. You should try and be at least a little flexible when it comes to a person’s physical traits. After all, if someone has everything else you want how important is their hair color or whether they’re a few pounds overweight. For some it is a big deal for others not so big. When I say it’s important to know what you want, I mean sexually. For example, if anal or oral sex is important to you then obviously you won’t be happy with someone who doesn’t like doing those sex acts or is very reluctant to even try them. You also wouldn’t want to be with someone who is interested in group sex or multiple sex partners if you are the jealous type. Again this is where your sexual knowledge comes into play. Do your research! I can’t stress this enough. Make yourself an expert in everything you like to do or want to try. Wikipedia.org is a great resource to gain sexual knowledge. You can look up a term and, more often than not, you’ll find the answers you’re looking for. There are other sources of course the internet is full of them just type what you want to know in your favorite search engine and you’ll probably find a number of sites with the information you want. You also want to find out if there is more than one way to do something. Often times, when a sex act is done one way it can be uncomfortable or unpleasant, but when it’s tried a different way it can be very enjoyable and even become a favorite new activity. An example for this is anal sex. When done properly it’s very enjoyable and you’ll want to do it again and again. When done wrong it’s very painful and can even cause physical damage, so do your research.
The next step is talking to your prospective slut and finding out what turns them on. After all if you can’t get your slut turned on you won’t get very far; nor will they hang around for very long. Start off slow. If you start off too hardcore you’re more likely to scare your perspective slut off than turn them on. Find out what positions they like, fun places where they’d like to have sex or have already had sex, ask them about their fantasies and the different things they want to try sexually. You can also go into personal grooming like how they like to wear their pubic hair to what type of underwear they like to wear. Then you can move onto the things you like and see if they share your interests, but don’t be pushy if they don’t. That type of behavior will just push them away. If they don’t like something hounding them about it is not going to help you get what you want, and if they do give in they will most likely not enjoy it because they felt so pressured to try it in the first place. If it’s something that’s really important to you and they won’t even consider it, then they aren’t the one for you.
Be honest and be yourself. Honesty is extremely important in any relationship especially a sexual one. If you tell someone you have a 10-inch cock and you only have a 6-inch one then they are going to be pretty disappointed when they finally find out the truth. Same for you women, if you say you’re a D-cup and are really a B then your guy/girl is going to be disappointed when they find out the truth as well. Once you get caught (and you always do sooner or later) you lose all creditability.
Now as for getting together that often times takes patience as well. If you met this person online you don’t want to suggest meeting after just an hour of conversation. They will most likely make some excuse as to why they can’t and you probably will never hear from them again. Take your time! Patience is extremely important when grooming someone to be your slut. If you meet online the next step in talking on the phone. Again, take your time; after that you meet in person. Always meet someplace public. A restaurant, a mall, some place with security officers and a good amount of people traffic. Don’t worry about being
overheard talking about sexual stuff because you won’t be doing that when you first meet in person. Why? Because you need to feel each other out first that’s why. Now, you might do that later in the first date and you might not. Don’t expect it either way. You have to feel that one out for yourself though. If you rush it and move to fast you might scare them away. At the same time, if you move too slowly they might get frustrated or think you’re not interested. So use your own judgment, just don’t expect things to go a certain way before you actually meet face to face for the first time.
The next thing is you have to be creative. If you do the same thing the same way each and every time it gets boring. There is nothing worse then a stale relationship. Stay safe, but don’t be afraid to try new things in new places. Don’t be afraid to ask others including your slut for ideas. If you’re like me most of your friends are pretty vanilla and you can’t really go and ask them for ideas, but you can use various message boards like the ones here on Literotica. Literotica has a wide variety of people from all different walks of life and cultures. There are other sites you can use as well; you just have to look for them. I recommend bondage/BDSM related sites for this because the people from this lifestyle tend to be very open minded and less judgmental then most.
Lastly, be protective. Your slut needs to trust you and know in their heart that you will not allow harm to come to them. Once that happens, they will be more willing to try things they normally wouldn’t do because they trust you and believe you won’t hurt them. Don’t ever, ever abuse this. If you do, they will never really trust you again and will be a lot less likely to do the things you want them to if they don’t just leave you all together.

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Autumn, Conny and Karen (Prologue)

– Not for readers under 18, even though some characters are below that age.
– While the prologue itself isn’t all that disturbing, the overall story might be for some. Speaking of this prologue, it doesn’t have any sex in it, but the rest of the story will have plenty.

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Out of Order

There may have been a sign on the restroom door, but Chris paid it no mind. He felt as if he might lose control over his bladder if he didn’t find a toilet immediately. Although nearly eleven years old, and well out of diapers, his bladder seemed a bit weak at times, and he was desperate to avoid an accident. As he stood in front of the last urinal (he always chose the one furthest from the door, back then), fumbling with the button on his blue denim shorts, he heard the door open, then close, then the snap of the lock.
“No big deal,” Chris thought. He understood the need some people have for privacy. “I’d have locked it myself if I wasn’t about to burst.” Later, when he was finally able to use public restrooms again, he would never forget the lock, never. He heard footsteps, hard-soled shoes clacking across the room on the tile floor, echoing in his direction. “Probably going to sit down in the stall behind me,” he thought. The footsteps stopped behind him.
“This toilet is out of order, can’t you read?” a voice boomed, a voice that was much deeper than any Chris had expected to hear in the boys’ room of an elementary school. Chris jumped a little, quite startled. He forgot all about the button on his shorts and froze like a statue with a warm wetness filling his underwear and running down his leg.
“Look what you did,” the voice boomed. “Now you’ve made a mess. You should learn to control yourself, filthy little….” His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be deep in thought. “I know,” he exclaimed, and grabbed Chris’ shorts, pulling them roughly down to the floor. “You can clean it up with those.”
Chris was so scared he could barely speak. His bladder was finally empty, about half of its contents soaking his clothes, the other half in a puddle spreading across the bathroom floor. He couldn’t keep a thought in his head, they all flew away before he could grab them, but he kept thinking he had heard that voice before. Whenever he tried to place it in his memory, a wave of fear would overtake him and he had to struggle to keep his knees from buckling.
“Are you going to clean up after yourself?” the voice asked, sounding almost amused. “You can’t just leave it there. Do you like being a messy little boy? Do you like peeing all over yourself?”
“N-no,” Chris answered.
“I think you do, and I’ll have to teach you to clean yourself up. Now, take off those messy shorts.”
Chris wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. He wanted to scream but his throat would produce no sound. Slowly, his muscles began to work, but instead of running, he was bending down, reaching for his wet shorts. A hand grabbed the elastic waistband of his soaked underwear.
“No, boy, these, too.”
Chris stammered, “Y-you can’t do this, I’m n-not…”
“Not what?” the voice boomed back. “You’re dirty, I watched you make that mess, now you’re going to clean it up.” The hand pulled down on the waistband, it stretched a few inches, then the underwear started sliding down to join the shorts on the floor, around Chris’ ankles. “Now you’ve got me dirty, too,” the voice said while the hand wiped itself on Chris’ shirt. “You’re in a lot of trouble, boy.” Chris stood as still as he could, he didn’t know what was happening but he didn’t want to make it any worse. He was all but paralyzed with fear, the world seemed to be moving in slow-motion, but his mind finally began to put a face with that booming voice: a squished-looking, moustached, round, and chubby visage that belonged to the school’s security guard.
“He’s supposed to keep us safe, right?” Chris thought. “What’s happening here?”
“You’re going to do as I say,” the voice warned. His breath seemed to be getting quicker and deeper. “If you don’t listen, you’ll be in detention for the rest of the year.”
Chris thought, “But the year’s only just started.” He still couldn’t move his legs, or his arms, but he thought he could turn his head. As he began to turn and look behind himself, another hand (not the dirty one) settled on top of his head and firmly held it facing forward.
“You don’t need to see, just listen, and do as I say,” The guard said. “It’ll be better if we just get this over with.” As he was talking, Chris could hear the sound of the zipper on the guards pants. “Put your hands on the urinal, and keep them there. Keep your feet planted.” Chris did as he was told, placing his hands on the cold porcelain. He heard the buckle on the guard’s belt hit the tile, and felt something stiff and warm against his backside.
“Are you gonna spank me?” Chris asked, his voice trembling.
“No, boy, I think you’re a little big for that. I’ve got a better idea.” The guard’s hands cradled Chris’ butt cheeks, rubbed them a little, then pushed them apart. “You’ll like this, all dirty boys do.” The guard then knelt down and began to lick Chris’ anus. “That should clean you up a little.” He spat into his palm and rubbed it on himself, stood up, and parted Chris’ cheeks again. “I can see your little dick getting hard. Told you you’d like it.” Chris realized with horror that what the guard said was true. His dick was stiffer than it had ever been, throbbing with each beat of his heart. The guard placed the tip of his penis, glistening with saliva, against Chris’ anus. “Just relax and take it like a big boy. You want to be a big boy, don’t you?” He put his hands on Chris’ hips, holding him steady, and pushed his penis into Chris’ anus.
“Aaahhooww,” Chris exclaimed.
“Just be quiet, you know you like it,” the guard said. He pushed his penis in as deep as it would go, then pulled it almost out. “Dirty. Little. Boy.” With each word he thrust his penis in, and Chris thought it would burst out of his belly if it got any deeper inside him. His own penis was still throbbing, and somehow the sensation of his butt being filled by this man’s dick excited him and terrified him at the same time. The guard kept thrusting, each thrust brought one word out of him. “Dirty. Little. Boy. Dirty. Little. Boy.” Suddelny, his pace quickened, and he was panting too hard to speak his mantra. He gave one mighty final thrust, burying his dick deep in Chris’ butt. Chris could feel it throbbing and pumping something hot inside him. Then, with his penis still inside Chris, he slid one hand off of Chris’ hip and caressed Chris’ penis. “You like it, you all like it,” He said breathlessly. He began rubbing up and down Chris’ little penis, lightly pushing his own into Chris’ butt. “And now I’m inside you forever. You belong to me.”
Chris felt dizzy, and his whole body was starting to tingle. Each time the guard pushed into him from behind, he became more dizzy. Each time the guard pulled him in front, he felt more tingly. The sensations became more intense until he felt his whole being trying to squeeze out of his penis. As it went, he felt something coming into him, a new self that relished the thought of the guard’s words.
“I belong to him.” Chris thought. The guard released Chris’ penis and pulled his own out of Chris’ butt. Chris kept his hands on the urinal. He had never let them leave, and he was proud of that. “I’m his now.” He felt very empty without the man inside him, but he didn’t dare speak.
“I guess you don’t cum yet, boy, which means you only have to clean one of us up,” the guard said. Turn around and face me, boy.” Chris did as he was told, turning slowly and keeping his eyes on the floor. His butt felt slippery, and he liked it. “Down on your knees, boy.” Chris knelt in front of the guard, his face inches from the guard’s still-hard dick. “Open your mouth.” Chris opened his mouth. “Keep your lips over your teeth.” He put his hand on the back of Chris’ head and pulled it toward him. Chris could smell his butt on the man, and something else. “Suck all that cum off there, boy.” Chris thought his penis might be getting hard again, but he kept his eyes shut and concentrated on the dick in his mouth. He didn’t want to make the guard unhappy by gagging or choking, and he wanted to taste every last drop of the man’s cum as it slid down his throat. “So you like this, too,” The guard said, noticing Chris’ penis. He pulled Chris’ head back, saying “You’ll be a good boy from now on, and do everything I say, won’t you?” Chris finally opened his eyes, and stared at the guard’s penis.
“Yes, sir,” he said to the penis. “I belong to you.”
“That’s good, boy.”
Chris began to feel very light-headed, his vision losing focus. He fell onto his side, his face splashing in the puddle he had made in another life. Some time later, Chris awoke with the feel of cold, wet tile on his cheek. His head was foggy, but he could see the bathroom, and the man fastening his belt in front of the sink. As Chris began to get his senses back he felt wetness all over him, and a throbbing in his backside. “I must have fallen,” he thought, but this was different from a playground bruise. “Why am I all wet?” he thought, but aloud he said “I guess I didn’t make it to the toilet in time.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked at the man.
“Looks like you passed out,” the man said. ”We’ll have to do this again some time, so you can learn to follow the rules. You look a little pale, you should go to the office and call your parents, I bet your mom can bring you a fresh pair of shorts so you don’t have to wear those smelly wet ones all day.” Then, an afterthought: “I’ll be watching you.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Chris replied. He stumbled over to the sink, and began splashing water on his face. “What a nice guy,” he thought. “He’ll never tell anyone about my accident.”

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Reality Jump

Authors note.
If you do not like somewhat over the top stories that have some ridicules situations that are completely out there (Yes there are those kind of people on here) then this story is not going to be for you. I will try to update this weekly but it will probably turn out to be monthly. So without further hindrance to you getting off, I present to all of the readers on the stories section of xnxx…………………..
Reality Jump
Prolog
It was a Friday when things started to get weird. First I lost my Job, that was on Monday, god I hate Mondays now. Now that happens to a lot of people, losing jobs and hating Mondays, what made this weird was I lost it due to being normal. It was a fucking walmart cart getter job, I didn’t know they wanted an outrages person for something like that.
Anyway, after losing my job I went home and played some CoD. You ever have one of those days that things just go shit for you online? It was one of those days, from noob tubers getting you in the first 2 second on SnD to having team mates kill you for fun. So after debating whether to smash my controller against my TV or just get off for the day my cell chimes. I look at the text on it and it’s my girl friend asking to open my door. This isn’t weird for us. One time during some really raunchy sex on the roof of my apartment complex, well that’s kind of personal, but I can say we won’t look at giraffes the same again.
I go over to my door and open it to see a guy in a suit standing there, the guy looked Asian and around 70.
“Can I help you?” I ask looking down at the guy.
“Are you madam Ellen’s present boyfriend?” He asked walking into my apartment. (Her families filth rich)
“Yeah, what do you need?”
“I have been asked to inform you that she is no longer your girlfriend.” The guy then turned around with a tazer gun and shot me. As I fell to the ground all I thought was “Guess she didn’t really like anal”. So that was the last thing I remembered from Monday.
On Tuesday I just played around on my computer, had a better day playing games online but really just did nothing the whole day, same story with Wednesday.
On Thursday I went out looking for a job. Found a couple places hiring so I took their forums and filled them out. After that I went back to my place to jack off to some porn.
Then on Friday I heard back from one of the stores hiring, they asked if I could come in today for an interview. I of course said yes, I hopped into the shower and put on a suit, oddly enough it was one from Ellen. It was a nice black suit; she had it tailored for me so it hanged real nice. I looked outside and saw snow so I put on the over coat that she also got me, was a nice black cashmere one where the buttons weren’t visible due to a guard over them. This was one of the more expensive gifts she got me during the 4 years we dated. Like I said, her family was filthy rich and she loved showing me off to their friends at dinner parties.
After locking up and setting out to walk the 2 miles to the interview, the Asian guy took my car, her way of driving the stake deeper I guess (Was really my car, had it before I met her). I noticed how warm it was, I looked around and saw it sunny and bright, but over me was a cloud spewing out snow. This was odd to say the least, and to top it off a portal opened up below me. So as I’m sinking into this weird wormhole thing that opened up in the middle of the city I start looking around in a panic I see some people coming my way. I start shouting at them and waving my arms around to get their attention but no avail.
Their about 100yards away and I’m up to my knees in portal, I start cursing like a mad sailor who found out the girl he was kissing is really a dude. 60 yards away and I’m at my hips, I keep shouting and waving them over. 30yards away and they still don’t see me, I’m at my stomach. 10 yards away they still don’t see or hear me, I’m up to my armpits. As they walk over me I’m at my neck, I stretch my arm and hit one of the girls legs and she trips. The last few things I see is an up skirt of a couple of girls and one girl complementing how clumsy she is tripping over nothing.
So as I’m falling through what I can only guess at is the space time continuum, I start looking over my life and realize how odd it really was. Parents died in 9/11 when I was 14. Taken in by family friends who thought it was too much hassle to raise a teenager so was shipped off to a military camp. At age 18 got picked up by a wet works agency. Been killing on the side for a shit profit till I met Ellen at a bar one night. After that I resigned from wet work and went into lame ass jobs like pushing carts around in a parking lot. I thought it was a good life due to the fact I didn’t have to put a knife in someone’s back to get less then minimum wage. Was doing okay till Monday, fucking Asian guy, but overall this had to take the cake for shit that has happened to me.
I was getting lonely when I look down, or at least in the direction my feet were, and saw a giant salamander. Was bright green with neon yellow stripes all over its body like a tiger, it looked just as freaked out about its current situation as me when other animals started to sort of gravitate closer to us; these ranged from normal looking animals like dogs, lions, tigers, hippopotamuses and even a kangaroo to other things you would find in some video game. There were things like dragons, both big and small, griffons and gelatinous blobs. Must have been thousands of different animals, looked like entire herds of some.
We were all just floating around bumping into each other but never floating too far away, when one animal would float to say 100 feet it would simply start to gravitate back to the group. Then we fell. I started to feel wind flipping at my body when it started. I looked down to see a stone floor rushing up to greet us, like literally greet us; it had a giant painting on the floor saying “Hello, you will live!” When we were about to hit the floor everything went floaty again for a couple seconds then dropped us on the floor to fairly large room.
It looked like most of the animals died on impact, only a few getting the same treatment as me. Oddly enough no earth animals survived, just the odd ones like dragons and giant moles. I look around and see portals all over the floor, much like the one I fell through on my way here. I looked back at the beasts looking at me like a tasty snack and only one option pops into my head.
Practically no sex in it but a prolog is meant to set things up. But trust me, starting with chapter 1 there will be bucket loads of it. This is my first story but hopefully you all like it and give me a positive comment below. And if not tell me what you think I should improve on.

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Afternoon help

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She lays on her bed, reading absentmindedly. Her long straight black hair fans out behind her, and she runs her fingers through it checking for snags. She had just gotten her nails done, and the cute french tips accentuated the paleness of her skin. She looks out the window and sees her reflection, her pursed lips and almond eyes coming into focus.
She hadn’t done much today, except for lunch with a friend, and there didn’t seem to be anything else for her to do, so she let the afternoon go by the wayside. She has class tomorrow, but she didn’t have any homework left to do. Her phone rings. She jumps off the bed and walks over to the desk, excited.
“Hello?” she asks.
“Hey girl, what are you up to?” he says,
“Oh hey, Alan! Nothing. Whats up?” she replies
“I’m around campus, I was wondering, can I come over?” he asks
“sure” she says.
She hadn’t seen him in a while, a friend she was once close with back home. Ten minutes pass and she hears a knock at the door. She opens it wide and gives him a big hug and then escorts him in. He kicks off his shoes at the door and walks over to her bunk bed. The sit together, chatting, watching some TV. A sex scene comes on the daytime drama, and they both get quiet, things begin to get awkward and he fidgets next to her on the bed.
“I was wondering, can I ask you something? A favor?” he asks.
“Sure, what do you want?”
“…I uhh… I need some release”
“release?”
“You know, sexual. You’re a girl, and a good friend, I was wondering if you could… you know, do something for me.”
“Umm… I don’t know how I feel about that”
“Please? I just… you know, I feel all horny and I like you”
“Uh… okay… What do you want?”
“Can we have sex?”
“SEX?”
“okay okay, just um… a handjob?”
“A handjob…?”
“you know, just touch me, down there.”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, please, I trust you, I don’t have anyone else to go to.”
She pauses for a moment, unsure of what brought him to her. Does he care? Does it matter anymore now that she had lost her boyfriend to that slut Jessica? Alan WAS a good friend, and she liked him. She knew that he wouldn’t use her like her ex did.
“Alright… I guess, sure. Doesn’t hurt me, right?”
He looks eager to begin, he lays down and she moves beside him, tucking her legs up underneath her. He pulls his shirt up above his chest and flips it inside out next to him, and then unzips his shorts and lowers them to his knees, his member stiffening in the cool air of the room. She draws closer, slowly reaching her hand out towards him.
“Can we have sex?” he pauses “Come on… please?”
“I’d rather not,” she responds.
“Really, I’ll go slow.”
“…um… can we just do this?”
“okay… Well, can I a least see you naked?”
“Trust me, huh? You’re asking a lot, you know?”
“please?”
“fine fine…” she says, thinking that she had gone this far already.
She grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up, slightly getting caught under her shoulders and then coming off. She reaches behind herself and undoes the clasp of her bra. It falls away and her dark nipples start to harden in the cool air of the room. She looks down at her small breasts, a curse of her Asian heritage, but is glad they are at least pert.
“okay? Is this enough?” she says shyly.
He doesn’t answer but reaches up and massages one of her breasts. She takes hold of his member. He slightly groans, and she begins to slowly run her fingertips up and down the length of his shaft. A drop of precum forms and begins to spread around his head.
“Oh, are you okay? Whats that?” she asks
“It… it means it feels good. Just rub it around.” he responds
She lays down next to him and moves her hair aside, once again reaching out toward his now fully erect manhood. She puts her thumb on the tip and begins to massage the fluid into his skin, feeling more of it come out and then drip off down the side. She rubs his shaft again and then takes it into her hand, making a fist. She starts to pump him in her hand, awkwardly at first, and then getting a rhythm after a few strokes. She feels more of the precum lubricating her hand and his shaft and a slight sucking noise fills the room. He puts his hand on her sweats, touching her through the material he makes circles. She moans quietly. Soon he slides his hand in, rubbing it against her opening and then sliding a finger against her clit.
“ooh, you’re wet.” he says as he pulls his hand out of her pants, coated in her juices.
He rolls toward her for a moment and pulls at her waist, dragging down at her sweats. She doesn’t know what she is doing, but her body reacts for her, lifting her waist. She hesitates for a second when the sweats get caught at her knees, but then bends down and pulls them down all the way. She reaches back and grabs at her panties, wondering for just a second if she should take them off. She pushes them down fast, and with her foot quickly kicks off the remaining piece of material, giggling.
“…Well… there you go, now you have me naked.” she says smiling shyly.
Now fully naked she lays back down and he resumes touching her, slowly lubricating his fingers until he gets his middle one inside of her. She reaches toward him again and starts to rub him, up and down, his breathing getting faster. He starts to dry and her fingers are getting stuck to his shaft, she looks down at him, his cut manhood pulsing in her hand. It makes her so hot, and in the next moment she has him in her mouth. He is warm and she can hear him groaning at the touch of her mouth. She licks him all over, and sucks him deep into her, feeling that he is getting closer to finishing. He wants to stop her, but whenever he groans she sucks faster, feeling his twitching and starting to build toward an orgasm. Suddenly she stops, and he looks at her pleadingly, but her eyes are mischevious.
“okay…” she says, “lets do it.”
“really?” he asks, surprised
“better do it quickly before I change my mind.”
He grabs her hips and positions her over himself, and he slides in quickly, filling her body completely. She begins to lower herself up and down his length, tightening her body around his member with each thrust, her own orgasm building up inside of her. He scratches down her back and comes to her anus, already the wetness from her pussy has the hole ready for his finger, and he pushes gently at her opening.
“hey, what are you… ohh” she whispers in breaths.
She stops and enjoys the sensation of his finger inside of her, she can feel him rubbing her body deep from both sides, and to her surprise it gets her hotter, building a bigger orgasm. She begins to buck down on his body, him moving faster and faster and pushing his finger into her deeper. He finally begins to spasm inside of her, tightly contracting his hips toward her, her body catching his semen. She tightens around him, feeling him pulsing pushes her over the edge. She lays flat on his chest, panting and coming down from her orgasm. He pulls out of her laying his wet shaft against her wet slit. Still slowly playing with her hole.
After a few minutes their breathing comes back to normal. She reaches towards the desk and grabs a tissue, handing it to him.
“Whoo…” he whispers, “that was pretty good.” He pulls his finger out of her.
She gets up off of him, now self-conscious of her nudity in front of him, the moment over. “yeah, no problem. You know, whatever.” She walks into the restroom to wash her hands and grabs a towel to cover herself.
“I gotta go see some other people, so I’m gonna just peace out.” he says while standing up and zipping himself up again. Grabbing his T-shirt he flips it outside again and worms into it.
“sure, sure… see ya around.” she says from the bathroom, eager to have him leave.
“yeah… see you around.” he moves towards the door and lets himself out.
When she hears the door close she looks into the room again. She can feel his semen sliding out of her. She quickly looks toward the bed, the sheets ruffled from all of their activity, and sees a square plastic wrapper with the telltale circular outline inside of it.
“He planned this?” she says to herself, shocked that Alan would have come here only to use her. He didn’t know she was on birth control, and she knew that he was too dumb to figure that she would be.
“hmmm…” she thinks to herself, “I wonder just what I should do about this.”

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