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Fantasy

Shirley Explores Her Sexuality

I noticed that Shirley was reading a lot on the internet. One day while she was shopping I looked at her browser history and was shocked that she had been going to porn sites.

Fantasy

My First Threesome

I think this will be a multiple part story. This first part has only straight sex, however, it does have some gay elements. If you don’t like it, please don’t read. You have been warned. Again, please comment and let me know how I can improve

Fiction

Bait and Switch First Anal

I couldn’t believe what she had just told me! This was so HOT! How lucky could a guy get! At least that was kind of my thinking as the petite bikini clad brunette just ahead of me led me through the dunes of swaying beach grass.

Sex Joke

men will be men

A Rich man wanted to marry.
three girls offered to marry him.
Man tested them giving them a 1000 bucks each to spend.
first bought a new dress and said that she wanted to look for him.
second got him few shirts,ties and perfumes and said she wanted him to look good.
third gal invested the money in market,got profit and returned the original amount,saying that she saved the rest for their future.
now here comes the decision
he decided to marry the girl who had
“the bigger boobs…!!!”
One mORE FOR you
Historical Thought!!!!
History always tells a story.
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That’s why you must always clear it before your dad uses the computer!

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Science-Fiction

Dire Action – Part 3/3

SEGMENT 3: This is the final part. Please read from the first chapter. Reading any of these segments out of context will make absolutely no sense. READ IT FROM THE BEGINNING, OR DON’T READ IT AT ALL.
CONTENT WARNING: This particular story segment contains fictional fetishistic medical procedures, science-fiction, pharmaceuticals, firearm usage, military jargon, blood, guts, plot, suspense, nudity, Omorashi (full bladder fetish), desperate cannibalism, genetically enhanced feral raptors getting their brains blown out, and more.
This segment is intense.
You have been warned.
The dragoness’ violet eyes gently opened as she awoke in the recovery chamber.
“Ah. Right on time Diris.” Doctor Kaidi approached Diris from her left side and opened the chamber. “How do you feel?”
Diris stood up, quickly remembered that she was disrobed from the waist down, and pulled her shirt down to cover herself. Her sinuses were clear, her vision crisp, her lungs strong, and she felt fresher than ever “down there”. She replied, “I really need to use the bathroom, but otherwise I feel great.”
Doctor Kaidi opened a drawer next to the chamber and rummaged around, “I suspected as much, but as you know, you won’t be using the bathroom normally.” The doctor retrieved what appeared to be a transparent version of a men’s athletic supporter, but with tubes connecting it to a cylindrical filter. “This will be a good opportunity to explain the SUDA-F, the women’s version of the Sterile Urinary Dispenser Apparatus.” She handed Diris the device and continued, “Because you’re not secreting or exhaling any wastes other than carbon-dioxide and water, your kidneys are running a marathon right now trying to clean your system out. The steroids in the drugs we administered ensure that they will be able to handle this load without any long term repercussions.” Diris shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the severity of her full bladder settling in. Kaidi continued, “Just place the apparatus against your groin, and press the red button” Diris complied. The apparatus let out two short beeps, and formed a seal. Kaidi continued, “You will feel a gentle suction sealing the device in place, and then it will give you a long beep, instructing you to begin urinating when ready.” The apparatus let out the apparent long beep. “Ok Diris, go ahead” Kaidi said.
“… Right now?” replied the dragoness.
Kaidi took the hint, turning her back to the dragoness and preoccupying herself with something else. “Yes”
As Diris relaxed her muscles, a soft sigh escaped her mouth, but when the urine turned out to be an extremely dark, brownish yellow, she was alarmed. “Uh, doctor?”
Kaidi spun around. “That’s perfectly normal. Remember, your body’s compensating for a lack of excretion elsewhere. You’ll produce a lot of this stuff, and it smells awful, which is what this apparatus is for. If you leak any urine, you’ll be surrounded by raptors in a matter of seconds, so don’t let yourself get too full, use it often.”
Once the device was done suctioning the last of the urine, it rinsed and dried the area with a familiar solution and the suction stopped.
“You’re sterile once more.” said Kaidi.
With a now empty bladder, Diris pulled the device off.
Kaidi placed a clean uniform next to the dragoness. “Officer Jake will be back soon. You’d better put these on. You know how bashful he is.”
Kaidi unlocked the double-doors to the room, and began to open up all the blinds. In a few minutes, Diris was back in her ACUs, and the Officer, now in uniform, walked through the door. “No time to waste soldier.” The husky approached Diris, who was standing at attention, and handed her an assault rifle and a small tactical bag from over his shoulder. “AR15 Bullpup, and 180 rounds of ammunition.”
Kaidi approached the Officer, “Sir, in all due respects, I don’t think the gun is necessary”
Jake turned slowly to Kaidi and responded, “Doctor, in all due respects, don’t ever ask my soldiers to go without their rifle.”
Kaidi walked beside Diris and pointed to the IV bag connected to her and said, “Officer Jake. Private Diris is on a hyper-catalyzed diuretic. Just resting here, she’s losing fluids at three times her normal active rate. She is completely invisible to the raptors, and any weight that Private Diris can spare will be beneficial to her in the long run. If the raptors DO detect her, she’ll be overwhelmed in a matter of seconds, and the rifle will do her no good.”
The officer stood up straight, giving Kaidi a stern look for a few seconds before outstretching his arm to the dragoness. Diris handed her rifle back to the officer.
“Fine.” He said at last. “I trust your judgment Doctor Kaidi.”
Kaidi nodded, “Thank you sir.”
Kaidi approached Diris and gently withdrew the IV from the dragoness’ arm, applied a waterproof band aid, and handed her a three-liter canteen and a water filter before saying, “It’s very important that you stay hydrated. Without water, one can die in three days in this jungle, but with these drugs in your system, one will die in a matter of hours.”
The officer turned away from Diris and began, “Your assignment begins immediately. Follow me to the bunker exit.”
Officer Jake led Kaidi out of the medical wing, and to an elevator. When the elevator door closed, Jake pulled a keyring out of his pocket, inserted one of the keys into the elevator’s control box, and turned it. As the elevator began to decline, he said, “At ease Private.” He shed his outer jacket, detached his shoulder-holster, handed it to Diris and said, “I have nothing but respect for Doctor Kaidi… But she’s not a soldier.”
The holster contained a standard.50AE Desert Eagle Pistol with a TDI vector compensator and flashlight attachment with one spare magazine. Diris accepted the holster and put it on, which fit loosely around her comparably thinner frame. Doctor Kaidi was probably right; The gun would most likely be little more than a hunk of heavy steel that would do no more than slow her down, but if nothing else, its weight under her left arm provided a sort of comfort… she’d rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.
The elevator door opened to reveal a dark, narrow hallway, its floor lit partially by red lights.
Officer Jake handed Diris a radio and two flares, “This two-way radio is the only way we’ll be able to communicate with you. Its effective range will reach halfway to the Comm’s tower. Your codename is “Fortune”. I’ll tell you what the flares are for later” Diris stepped out of the elevator, and stuffed the water filter and SUDA bathroom into her backpack. Jake continued, “I can’t come with you, or my scent will give you away. This hallway will lead you to the exit.” He saluted, “Godspeed, and threw her the set of keys.” She caught the keys in midair, and before she could salute back, the elevator door closed between them. Diris quickly stuffed the keys into her back pocket and turned around. Her back to the elevator, she glared down the silent, damp hallway.
She reached her right hand under her arm and popped the retaining button off of her holster before drawing the large pistol. She pointed the gun down the hall, and flicked a switch with her index finger which turned on the light attachment. She could now see about twenty yards down the hall in front of her. The hall was heavily corroded. It looks like no one’s been here for a very long time.
She walked down the hallway for a minute before coming to an attic door. She tried to turn the handle to lift the door open, but its lock was rusted shut. With a mighty yell, she administered a powerful kick to it, and the clearly rotted hinges blew off their frame. As she rose out of the bunker, the hot, humid air licked her face. She spun in place, the highly vegetated rain forest didn’t allow her to see much further than a few meters. She glared at her watch. “Ninety-two degrees Fahrenheit; thirty three degrees Celsius… and a six mile hike to the comm’s tower.” She said to herself. “Shouldn’t be that hard.” The lean, muscular dragoness was in peak physical condition, and was more than accustomed to hiking much longer distances in much hotter climates on much steeper inclines.
Her radio whistled and then spoke crisply, “Command to Fortune, come in Fortune. Over.” Diris’ left hand grasped the radio and she brought it to her face, “Fortune to Command. I’m reading you five, loud and clear. I’ve exited the bunker. Over.” The radio spoke again, “Copy. Head westward for three miles, and then radio back for new orders. You’ll know it’s been three miles when you’ve crossed a flat, grassy field. Over.”
“Wilco. Over and out.” Diris said, before clipping the radio back to her belt. Now out in the sun, she holstered her pistol and glanced at the compass on her watch. Once she had determined the western direction, she started walking, weaving her body through the vegetation.
She had been walking for about ten minutes when she suddenly felt an urgent need to use the bathroom. “Wow, already?” She stopped walking. With thick vegetation to her chest acting as a natural barrier for privacy, she opened her backpack, undid her pants, squatted, and used the SUDA bathroom. The device suctioned and cleansed her groin, and in a moment, she was on her way walking again. “What a convenient little device…” she thought to herself. She flicked her fingernail against the apparatus. It let out a distinctive “TINK” noise. “Hm.” She thought to herself. “Is this made of glass?” With this question in her mind, she made sure to place the device in its own compartment, away from the water, flares, and ammo, to keep it safe.
In less than an hour, she had reached the field. In this time, she had already used the SUDA device five times. With a clear field of view, she admired the scenery. Oddly, she hadn’t seen any raptors so far. When she crossed the field, she noticed a tall, broad fence some distance away in the vegetation.
She took a sip from her three-liter canteen, then with her left hand, brought the radio to her face and pressed the talk button, “Fortune to Command. Over.”
This time, a very faint voice responded, “Command to Fortune. We read you five by five. Have you crossed the field? Over.” The increased distance was clearly straining the reception.
“Affirmative Command.” She replied. “I copy, but barely. Over.”
The radio hummed loudly. “Do you have a visual on an electric fence about fifty yards ahead of you? Over.”
“Affirmative. Over.”
“Once you’ve reached the fence, we will be too far apart to communicate via two way radio. Fire one flare into the air. We will then turn off the electric to the fence. Quickly climb over and fire another flare into the air to signal that you are clear from the fence. It is DIRE that we minimize the time the electric fence is down. Once you’ve passed the fence, you’ll be on your own. Do you copy? Over.”
“Affirmative. Over” she responded.
“Good luck Fortune. Over and out.”
Diris clipped the radio back to her waist and began to walk into the vegetation. She went to take another sip from her three-liter canteen, only to realize it was empty. “Geeze…” she exclaimed. “These drugs really do make you thirsty”.
She approached the two story tall fence, which emitted a gentle humming and visually demonstrated electricity arching between the bars. She retrieved a flare from her backpack, pointed it straight into the air, covered one of her ears, and fired. The projectile whistled as it climbed, popped, and then emitted a sparkling red light which gently sizzled as it fell.
Suddenly, there was dead silence as the archs of electricity stopped jumping between the bars. Diris briskly tapped one of the bars to make sure it was safe, and then began to scale it. Now safe on the other side, she retrieved the other flare from her pack, fired it into the air, and in a few moments, the fence lit up with electricity. With her two-way radio now far out of range of command, and three miles left in her trip, she continued to hike westward. No turning back now…
Not wanting to waste any time, she avoided stopping for water, but her condition rapidly declined, and in less than an hour, she started feeling lightheaded. “Wooaaah…” gasped the dragoness, who leaned against a nearby tree. “Alright. No more toying around.” Once her dizziness subsided, she broke off of her main course in search of water. It didn’t take long before she came to a river… But there she saw her first glimpse of the raptors.
The evidently famished creatures were gathered no more than a few meters apart along the bank of the river, wandering aimlessly. She had never seen them this close before… they seemed so much bigger in person. She knew that if she didn’t get something to drink, she wouldn’t make it to the generator. She also knew that although the raptors were blind and deaf, if she bumped into one of them, they may attack her. With no other choice, Diris drew her gun, and began walking towards the water. She gently lurked through the moistening dirt, at times passing between the raptors by mere inches. Once she had reached the water, she let out a sigh of relief, and began to use a filter to pump water into her canteen. She gleefully downed a liter of water, and then topped off her canteen.
Diris placed her things into her bag and prepared to depart, but when she threw the bag over her shoulder, she felt it hit something, she turned around to see a startled raptor quickly spin in place, who in-turn hit another raptor with his tail. Diris strafed to her right to get away from the panicking raptors, but soon, like a domino effect, all of the raptors across the bank were bumping into each other. Not wasting any time, Diris leapt into a sprint away from the river, weaving around and bumping hard into the dinosaurs left and right. One of the desperately hungry creatures managed to grab a hold of the dragoness’ backpack with its monstrous jaws, dragging Diris into the dirt. Pinned face down against the ground, she pointed her handgun over her shoulder and fired two shots. The second shot sent a gush of blood and brains streaming through the air. Diris freed herself from the creature’s mouth and stood on her feet. In a simultaneous wave, the raptors lifted their noses, sniffed the air, and converged on the smell of the gore. Diris took this advantage of this distraction and fled into the forest, looking back to see the raptors tearing at the carcass of their own brethren.
She continued running west for about a mile before she felt herself growing dehydrated again. “Phew…” she gasped, catching her breath. Now safe from the Jurassic threats, she stuffed her gun back into the holster, reached into her pack, pulled out the three-liter canteen, and began chugging it. After emptying a liter from it, she drew the canteen away from her mouth and let out a satisfied gasp. She then decided to address her full bladder, and reached her arm around back into the pocket housing her SUDA bathroom.
“Ouch!” she barked, something cut into her hand. She instinctually retracted her hand, brought the wound to her mouth and sucked on it. After a moment, she unshouldered the bag’s straps, flipped the bag in front of her, and peeked into the pocket to see what had cut her.
There laid the remains of the SUDA bathroom, shattered into many fine pieces.
Her face went pale. “Oh no.” She whimpered under her breath. She’s been using the SUDA bathroom just about every twenty minutes. She was at LEAST a half hour walk away, and she already needed to use the bathroom. She had drunk two liters of water since she’d last urinated.
In a desperate panic she snatched the radio off her hip with her right hand. “Fortune to command! Come in command! Over!” She released the button. There was silence. “Command, do you read?! This is Fortune to command! There’s been a technical problem and I’ve been compromised! I repeat, this is fortune to command. I have been compromised! Over!” Diris released the button one more time before dropping the radio to the dirt. She knew she’s been out of range for miles now.
She inverted the pocket of her backpack, emptying the shattered glass out, and examining the torn tubes and filters. It was obvious that she couldn’t fix this.
“Okay… Don’t panic Diris” She said in an attempt to calm herself. She fidgeted in place, her bladder urging her to release, she stared straight ahead at nothing in particular, taking a moment to weigh her options. She then drew her weapon from her holster, released the magazine from the gun and inserted the full one. She press-checked it to ensure that there was in fact a round in the chamber, and then placed the old, still usable magazine back in the shoulder rig. She holstered the gun, dropped her backpack and all of its contents, including the water, and darted westward through the forest.
As she ran, a number of thoughts screeched through her mind, “Will I make it to the facility? Will I pass out from dehydration? Will I piss myself? If I do, how far will the scent reach?”
She ran for what felt like forever when she started feeling lightheaded from thirst again. She had no choice but to slow to a walk. As she was climbing a particularly steep hill, she fell to her knees.
Panting heavily, her face flushed red, and her vision blurred. Fearful that she might pass out, she crawled to a downed tree, lied on her back, and elevated her legs. Her dizziness went away, but with her bulging bladder becoming a more and more urgent issue, she forced herself to stand and advance further up the hill. Just when she felt she was going to collapse again, she reached the top of the hill, and to her relief, observed that the communication’s tower was only a hundred yards down the hill. She walked as briskly as she could remain conscious, when to her horror, she noticed a large, dense crowd of the dinosaurs surrounding the entrance.
Less than twenty yards away, her dizziness made way for double-vision. As the muscles in her arms and legs weakened, so too did the muscles containing her bladder. She tensed up and buried her claws in her crotch in a desperate effort to contain herself.
One slow step at a time she made her way towards the entrance, sliding between the atrophied behemoths. Her knees shook from how urgently she needed to release. Several times, she had to lean forward and freeze in place to wait for the contractions of her bladder to taper down before continuing.
Miraculously, she manages to avoid brushing against any of the dinosaurs. She reaches the door, astounded that she made it, but as she began to turn the handle she realized…
It was locked.
Her legs were clamped together, knees shaking, and body bent over. She knew she was about to lose control of her bladder and there was nothing she could do about it. A level of frustration she had never felt in her life poured over her. Diris froze for a moment and whispered, “This is it? I’m just going to die right here, right outside of this door?”, there was a pause, and then all at once, an enraged expression washed over her face, the infuriated dragoness spun around and drew her weapon.
“I’VE GOT TWELVE SHOTS.” She bellowed at the top of her lungs. “I SHALL END TWELVE OF YOU.” Of course, being deaf, none of them reacted to this. Diris’ closed one of her eyes, braced her back against the door, and aimed down her sights. Just before she was about to start firing, her eyes dilated, her life flashed before her eyes, the final segment being the last moment she saw Officer Jake, throwing a set of keys at her before the elevator closed.
The keys! The keys were in her pant’s rear pocket! With a new lease on life, she removed her left hand from her crotch and ripped the keys out of her back pocket. She spun around and glared at the keyring. There must’ve been over a dozen keys on this thing. Her release was imminent. She was writhing, she was crying, she was squirming and squeeling from the pressure on her bladder. With each failed key, her heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, a trickle of fluid escaped her bladder. A wave of fear poured over her, and she looked over her shoulder at the raptors to see if they noticed. For a moment, time stood still, when suddenly, the muscles holding back the tide finally and completely failed, releasing a stream of musky fluid down her legs. She switched her attention back to the keys and managed to find the right one. With urine still pouring out of her, she swung the door open, and leapt inside. She turned around and slammed the door, but it was intercepted by the head of a raptor. She rammed her weakened body against it. The ravaging hungry raptor pushed his full weight against the door into Diris’ leg. She let out a cry as she felt her knee sprain, but she continued pushing with the last of her strength. The raptor’s head hovering over hers, laces of mucus poured from his starving mouth onto her head. Her limp hands pointed the gun up at the raptor’s head and she pulled the trigger. A shot rang out, echoing through the halls of the facility, followed by the bloodcurdling screams of the raptor. The raptor took a shot to the neck, and was coughing up blood, which poured over Diris’ face. Despite this injury, the raptor refused to retract its head, so Diris pushed the barrel under the raptor’s chin and pulled the trigger once more. This time, there was neither a click, nor a bang.
The gun was jammed.
The weakened armed of the dragoness tried hitting the beast in its face with little effect. Blinded by the blood pouring into her eyes, her thoughts switched back to her training as a soldier. She stopped swinging her arms at the raptor, and pushed her back flat against the door. Her shaking hands clenched at the slippery surface of the chrome slide and racked it backwards, but the jammed casing didn’t come out. She ejected the blood-coated magazine into her hand but it fell to the floor and slid under the door. She stuck her fingers into the chamber to feel for the double feed, grabbed the longest key on her key ring, jammed it into the chamber and ripped the spent casing out. With the gun now clear, she dropped the keys, and reached her offhand to the magazine pouch. She pulled the old magazine out of its pouch, slammed it into the bottom of the handgun, dropped the slide, and fired five shots through the door. The raptor let out a gurgling shriek and backed up, forcing its brethren back with it. The door slammed shut, and Diris immediately turned the double-locks on the door.
She leapt away from the door. The raptors clawed and rammed the door, but it was clear they weren’t doing any damage. Despite now being safe, Diris was hyperventilating, frozen in place, pointing the empty pistol at the door. Her arms shook violently from a combination of dehydration and adrenaline. After a minute of staring at that door, her breathing slowed down and she fell to her knees. The arm holding the gun swung to her side. She wiped the blood and drool out of her eyes on her left sleeve. At last she closed her eyes and relaxed.
Once she felt some of her strength return to her legs, she stood up and tried to observe her surroundings, but the only light in the room came from the holes in the door. She flipped the switch on the light of her gun and scanned the narrow hallway. A sign at head level pointed her to where she needed to go, and she followed the arrows up a flight of stairs to the control room. She calmly limped into the room and closed the door behind her. The control room resembled a flight room, with an open window that occupied the outer wall. She took a moment to enjoy the scenery, went to the water cooler, filled a paper cup, and then sat down at the control desk, placing her gun back in her holster.
She pressed a power button. A hologram arose from it, and she began typing a series of complex commands. After a few minutes of typing, the facility suddenly sprang to life. The lights flooded the room, the monitors turned on, and the air conditioning began to hum. She adjusted a microphone and camera to point at her and began to send a live feed back to the fortress. “Fortune to Command. Come in Command.”
Officer Jake appeared on screen and said, “Command to Fortune. Mission accomplished. Everything looks good over here. Emergency Rescue is en route, and it looks like-“ Jake stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Diris’ video feed, demonstrating that she was covered in blood, sweat, and urine. “Holy hell Diris. What happened?!”
Diris casually took a sip out of the paper cup before pointing to the gun and smiling, “I lost of your magazines. Sorry.”
La fin.

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Cumlord Stories: A Morning With the Cumlord

Based on the premise of a Create Your Own Adventure story from editthis called A Day in the Life of the Cumlord. Primarily a free use story in which the narrator plays the role of the Cumlord. What exactly this means is ambiguous at best and major parts of the setting and character I flesh out as I go along. Just roll with it, see if it gets your juices flowing, and we’ll all come out okay on the other side.

Fiction

Tracy the Crack Whore III

That night, Sean dreamt he was floating high above the apartment buildings across the street from his house. Dark storm clouds were gathering, and a thrashing wind tore at his clothes and whipped his hair painfully across his face. Sean watched as the dark clouds formed an angry mob around his house. Jockeying for position, the clouds, bumping and pushing, bristled with energy and began circling his home. Sean wrestled with the wild hair stinging his face; looking at his hand, blue arcs of electricity jumped from finger to finger. Things were getting bad in his neighborhood.
He watched as his house swelled, the clouds crowding closer, threatening to ignite in a flash of lightening, explode in thunder. As his house swelled and swelled, Sean clearly heard the groaning of tired wooden beams, the scraping of hard clay bricks against solid mortar, shingles fled his roof, took to the air. Trying to stand, the air under Sean refused to support him any longer; he dropped, falling, watching his house struggle to survive, remain intact. With a roll of thunder, every window in the house blew outward as Sean fell, arms and legs flinging wildly. TRACY! Lightening lit the World. Crack!
Sitting up in bed with a gasp, Sean struggled to control his fear. His quiet, dark room reassured him, there was no storm, his house was intact, safe. Taking a deep breath, Sean collected himself, and shook off his foolish dream. Climbing from bed, he slipped on his sweat pants, gazed at his clock. Three in the morning, and he needed a drink of water.
Slowly walking to his bathroom in the dark, Sean found his sink, turned on the cold water. Leaning over, he cupped his hand under the faucet, catching some water. Bending down, he drank, long swallows, calming his uneasy mind. Satiated, he turned off the water, wiped his hand on his sweats, and stepped back. His heel landed on something, under his weight he heard the shatter of glass.
No pain.
Whatever it had been, it was tiny, and hadn’t sliced into his foot. Turning on the light and lifting his foot, Sean held his heel over the sink and brushed away small dust-like fragments of clear glass. Inspecting the floor, he saw a glint of light, a reflection. Stooping, he found a tiny section of glass tubing, edges jagged, broken and cracked. Crack pipe? He threw it in the trash can. With a little ‘clink’ it seemed to land on more glass. He turned off the light and gazed down the dark hallway. His living room was lit with a golden glow. Tracy.
He found her there, sitting on the hardwood floor, facing a corner, her back to him. She was rocking slowly. Her shoulders were slumped, her legs crossed, her arms in her lap. Her pretty blond hair was a mess. What was going on?
His TV was on, but there was no sound. The silence was oppressing. Sean saw his headphones in the fireplace, smashed to pieces. And then Tracy sniffled. Instinctively, Sean stepped toward her, into the living room, step after step drawing closer to the shivering teen. She sobbed, nearly choking. Her shoulders shook, her face fell into her hands.
Sean set his hand on her shoulder, gently. Like a dust devil rising from the desert floor, Tracy sprung up in a flash, cobra-quick.
“AHHH!” She hollered. Winding up, she launched an assault. Sean stood back, her fist flew just under his chin. Their eyes locked. Sean took another step back, and watched her pupils widen in recognition, he heard the intake of a sharp breath, her startled face relax minutely, as her foot swept past his crotch.
“Tracy!” Sean called, reaching for her. Her tightly coiled body, muscles taut, limbs deployed aggressively – relaxed. Sean watched as the energy dissipated from the teen, seemingly falling from her body, soak into the floorboards. Tracy slumped, her eyes tormented, her hands reaching out to him. He reached for her and guided her to the floor. Sitting with her, Sean took her into his arms and held her. Gently at first, then more urgently until he was holding her with nearly all his might. He pulled her into his chest and felt her warm tears on his skin. After a minute, Tracy whispered she was thirsty.
Later, after she finished a glass of cold juice, he dabbed tears from her eyes.
Later, as he drifted off to sleep in his bed, he held her tightly in his arms. He dreamt again.Behind the red velvet ropes, Sean stood naked in a long line of naked men. He shuffled across the red carpeting of the theater lobby until the line stopped moving. Sean set a hand on the large brass ball that rested atop the brass pole holding up one side of the red-velvet ropes. The ball shocked him, a small charge of static electricity that ran through his hand, tingled his wrist.
The usher walked down the line, selling condoms; no one was buying. The cop walked into the lobby carrying a deflated balloon, threw it on the floor, and wiped his hands on his blue pants with disgust. Then the usher unfastened a section of the red rope, and allowed the first man through. The man reached for two deflated legs of the balloon and started blowing between them, inflating, and inflating. Puff…Puff
“Oh yes!” Tracy cried, coming to Life, her nearly limp arms reaching for the man’s head. “Yes!” The man blew and blew, and the usher let another man through. The second man put his head between Tracy’s legs and blew, and blew. “Fucking making me come!” She reached for the first man’s erection, taking it into her mouth, her legs wrapping tightly around the others head. “Mm”
Soon the two men had her spit-roasted, as the usher let another man through the ropes. Sean would get his turn tonight, for sure! The men lifted Tracy, fully inflated, off the floor, and fucked her hard, brutally hard. “Harder” They filled her holes. The first man came on her face with a growl, and threw money into an empty popcorn bucket. “Prick!” Two men faced one another, Tracy in between, gleefully riding their cocks, squealing in delight. She looked at Sean and flipped him off. “Fucker!”
The men erupted in climax, and Tracy seemed to rise, lifting and squirming, crying out. “Oh!” More men gathered around her, the largest, a giant, brushing everyone aside. His enormous cock frightened Tracy. “Sean!” Now impaled on the huge cock, Tracy cried out again “Sean!” The large man held Tracy up, impaled on his cock, and carried her toward the men in line. When he reached the red ropes, he lifted the teen off his cock, and spread her ass cheeks.
“She wants you, bud” The giant said, setting Tracy down atop the shiny brass pole right in front of Sean. Tracy’s face contorted in pain, as the giant forced her down on the ball. Her legs spread wide, stiff in agony, her pretty pussy bald and wet, her asshole sliding over the brass ball. Tracy shrieked. Her eyes filled with tears. Other men were crowding around Sean. The giant pulled Tracy’s legs apart, painfully wide, exposing her pussy, her brass-filled ass. Men jostled around Sean, pushing him aside.
“Don’t you want her, buddy?” the giant asked Sean. Struggling against the crush of men straining to fuck Tracy, Sean hollered. “Let her go!” Sean was pushed further and further away. He couldn’t see Tracy anymore! But he heard her.
“Sean?” She cried. “Sean!”
“Sean?” Sean was stirred awaken by Tracy, sitting next to him on the bed. “I made you French toast, Sean.” He gazed at her pretty young face, now free from the torment that had haunted it just hours earlier.
“Where’s that erection, Mister?” She asked sweetly. “When I brought your coffee in a minute ago, it was alive and well…”
The vividness of Sean’s latest foolish dream had dissipated, only a fog remained. She smiled, setting the tray on the bed and fluffing his pillows. Sitting up, Sean looked at his breakfast; he was famished and after finishing the last bite of French toast, Tracy removed the trey and curled up next to him.
“Working today?” She asked. He nodded his head and grunted. Tracy’s toes tickled his legs. “All day?” Looking down at her, he saw Tracy’s eyes. Pretty blue jewels. Clear and bright. “Supposed to rain. Storm really. I hate lightening and thunder. Scares me.” He cradled her in his arms, and considered her weather report.
“You? Scared?” Sean smiled at her. She looked very innocent then, to Sean. He pulled her close, held her. He wanted to know what had caused her behavior the night before. He looked into her eyes, held her marvelous gaze, and imagined he saw an untold story.
“Tell me,” he said. She tore her eyes from his, focusing them on his chest. She sighed, and tugged at several of his chest hairs.
“Tell you what?” She asked meekly. Stroking her hair, Sean replied.
“Anything.” Tracy was silent for a long minute. Her toes weren’t tickling his legs anymore. Her fingers pulled more forcefully on his chest hair, while her breathing quickened.
“I was always scared of storms.” She admitted. “As long as I could remember. The worst was at night, when I was alone in my room. Once, when I was eight…”
And Tracy told her story of how, when she was eight, a storm chased her under the covers in fright.
The storm chased young Tracy under her covers in a fright. Pulling pillows over her head, she cowered, as lightening struck, filling her tiny bedroom with bright light, and then thunder rocked it. She wanted to hop out of bed and close her window; only the screen stood between her and the storm. The wind tossed her curtains to and fro, the fabric snapping in the air. Tracy longed for her mommy, wanted to run to her bed, curl up next to her, except the storm, the thunder. So she hid deeper under her covers, trying to crawl all the way under her small pillows. Even beneath the sheets, she was startled by another flash of light, and shook as more thunder roared.
Whimpering, she lay paralyzed in fright. Tracy now heard rain pouring down in sheets, the waves seeming to crash against her thin window screen. It wouldn’t hold out the storm! She knew, she dreaded that she knew! It would soon crash through… and she would perish, in bed, alone. Squeezing her eyes shut, she was terrified by another loud crash, seemingly right outside her frail window. “Mommy…”
And then all went quiet. Tracy took a deep breath. No more rain. From above her bed, one could see first her little hand appear from out of the sheets, and then her small nose. Pushing aside a small pillow, her little blonde head popped free, and she looked at her window. The curtains were calm, and outside her window, darkness ruled again. Sliding all the way out from under the sheets, Tracy’s shaky leg reached for the floor; gotta close the window! Halfway to her window, though, light filled her world.
Her eyes grew huge, when she saw the storm illuminated through her window. Immense and powerful, awesome and menacing, as a blinding bright arc of light reached from the storm and struck a tree. Frozen in fear, her bones were rattled by the thunder, so close now. Rain began to crash against the window again, and then the wind… The curtains came Alive, reached for her, searching… She ran! “Mommy!” The curtains nearly had her, but she fled her room, into the darkness, through the apartment. “MOMMY!” Down the hall, skidding to a stop. More thunder rocked the building. She turned into her mother’s room and ran for the certain safety of the bed. Leaping, flying, another flash of light illuminated the room and her mother, curled up in bed, as young Tracy landed, bounced and scrambled to her mother’s side. Snuggling close to her mother, comfort surrounded her. Snuggling closer, she smelled her mother. “Mommy”
While the storm raged, Tracy had her refuge, no longer so scared, no longer so paralyzed with fear.
And then she felt them. The large hands, feeling her, touching her, groping her. Large strong hands, calloused and foul. Rubbing her back, her shoulders, and her small butt. A new terror seized Tracy. This terror more real, much more real. The hands groped her. This terror stank. Smelled evil. This terror had visited before. The hands spread her legs, groped. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
“MOMMY!”
Later, when Tracy’s shaking stopped, Sean brushed the tears from her cheeks. She looked tired now, he hoped she would sleep. He asked her more about this day’s forecast. When?
“Today. This afternoon.” She shivered in his arms. He promised her. She was safe.
“I’ll be home by lunch, or before.”
“Wake me?” She asked, her eyelids growing heavy. “Please?”
“Yes little Jelly Bean.” Sean tucked her under the covers, and carried out the dishes.
Later, Sean sat on the sofa, gazing out of the living room window at the approaching storm. Chaos. He heard the shower turnoff, then the bathroom door open. He spun around on the sofa, and watched Tracy walk into the living room, wrapped in his robe. She smiled at him, and grabbed the beanbag chair, dragging it toward the sofa and Sean. Before she sat down, she handed him a piece of paper, a list.
“You owe me money,” Tracy said, plopping down onto the giant black beanbag. Sean examined the list. It was an extensive list. “Eighteen dollars, Mr. Horny Dog.” She giggled, adjusting the towel wrapped around her wet hair, her robe falling open, exposing her tummy, her slight cleavage. Sean watched her closely, setting the list down beside him. Tracy pulled a bottle of lotion out of the robe’s large pocket, and pumped some into her hand.
“I’ll need to collect, before I can offer you anymore services.” She stated matter-of-factly. Sean suppressed a laugh. This girl! She slid an arm out of the robe and rubbed lotion up and down it.
“Maybe,” Sean mused, “I won’t be needing your services anymore.” His gaze swept over her young tan body, hardly covered in the robe anymore. Tracy leaned back comfortably and grinned, her legs spreading wide. Sean’s cock began to fill with blood, and rose, lifting his sweat pants. Tracy laughed.
“Fine,” she said, her gaze falling to his lap. “You can always take care of yourself. I can certainly take care of myself.” She gave him an evil smile, and Sean wasn’t certain exactly what she meant. Tracy lifted her bottle of lotion and pumped some out onto her tummy and between her breasts. She massaged it in slowly. Her tan was looking great, Sean thought, her tiny bikini had left its erotic imprint. Sean wanted to rub lotion on her; watching her do it drove him nuts. He glanced down at the list beside him. But without looking at the list, he already knew; he had rubbed her full of lotion three times before. All over her, as she squirmed under his hands. He wondered where his wallet was.
Sean slipped a hand into his sweats, grabbed his hard cock, and watched Tracy rub lotion over her belly button, her robe an afterthought now. She was humming to herself, smiling, enjoying. Rubbing, pumping, rubbing, humming, smiling. She opened her bare legs wide and spread lotion across her soft thighs. As he started pumping his cock, their eyes locked. Tracy’s eyes grew wide, and she bit her lower lip, watching him now. She grabbed one of her feet, and pulled it over her tummy, rubbing lotion all over it. Her bald pussy looked smooth, young, fresh. Her little butt hole, pink and clean, her legs spread wide. Sean slipped his sweats down his legs and off, flicking them with his foot over the end of the sofa. He spread his legs, his balls hanging to the cushion, and stroked himself, watching her watching him. The living room darkened from the approaching storm.
Now Tracy stroked herself with just her fingertips, lightly, her hands roaming her body, as she watched Sean jack-off. Her fingers lingered here and there, small moans escaped from her. She licked her lips, and shook the towel from her head. She ran her fingers through her wet, blond hair, her mouth open, her breathing shallow, her small breast sprouting erect nipples. Then Tracy’s little hand reached into the pocket of the robe, again, and came out clutching a small pink vibrator. She licked it slowly, her eyes traveling from Sean’s cock to his eyes. She laughed with a bit of embarrassment.
“My favorite toy,” She cooed. “Mmmmm,” She twisted the bottom of the vibrator, activating it. Sean watched as she licked it again. Slowly, she held the vibrator to her thin delicate throat, then her collarbone. Sean gripped his cock firmly when she circled her nipple with the pink toy, and he moaned. Slowly, the pink toy traveled down her body, past her belly button, and over her pubes to her bald pussy. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. The toy danced around her thighs as Sean noticed moisture gathering on her pussy. “I love my toy!” Slowly Tracy slipped her pink toy between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly, as the vibrator traveled up her slit, nearing her clit.
“Yes!” Tracy groaned. Her eyes popped open suddenly; she giggled and blushed. “I’m so horny, Sean. So horny. Oh.” Her eyes locked onto his cock again, perhaps seeing the bead of come that sat perched atop. He watched her other hand travel from one breast to another, lightly stroking and massaging. “You have a big handful of cock, Sean. Big cock. Oh…” The vibrator began to disappear up her young slit. “Yes” It came out and traveled around her clit before going back in, as Tracy’s eyes closed again and her head rolled back. Sean stroked himself faster, and watched her please herself with her small pink toy.
Suddenly the living room filled with a bright flash of light. Tracy stiffened. A moment later thunder rolled through the neighborhood. Tracy gasped, frightened.
“Sean?” She asked, her blue eyes wide with fear. “Would you like to come down here with me?” Yes he would! He sprang from the couch as if he was shocked, and was quickly between her firm legs. Tracy sighed with relief as he rubbed his cheeks along her soft thighs. Her hands found his head when he took her toy from her. Her fingers clinched his hair when he licked her wetness. Sean used his tongue to part her lips, used his lips to squeeze her clit.
“Sean…” She groaned, wiggling deeper into the beanbag, “Sean make me come.” He licked and kissed her little pussy for several long minutes, while holding her firmly in his arms. Lightening lit the room again and again, as Tracy trembled. “Yes…” Sean allowed his tongue to linger, and then drop lower, past her pussy to her little pink bud, her asshole. He circled it with his tongue, as she held his head tight. “Lick it.” He licked it, his nose between her pussy lips. “Lick it, lick it… lickit lickit.” She liked this, Sean knew. She pulled her legs back toward her chest, her hips rising, her asshole more accessible. “Lickit, Lickit.” Her fingers pulled at his hair. He slobbered over her asshole. And brought forth her toy, running it over her ass cheeks. Looking down at her, Sean touched the tip of the vibrator to her asshole. Her feet found his head and squeezed lightly.
“Oh no…” She moaned. Slowly, Sean inserted the toy into her ass, the tip slipping past her sphincter. “Oh… mm.” Sean heard rain begin to fall, faintly drumming on the roof of his home. In the growing darkness of the living room, Sean began to suck on Tracy’s young pussy, while slowly working the tip of the toy in and out of her ass. Her feet were drawing circles in the air, and thunder shook the house.
“God yes… Feels so good in my ass, on my puss. Oh Baby.” Sean took it slow, licking her lightly, gently sliding the toy further in. He briefly looked up at Tracy as lightening lit the room. Sean saw her hands squeezing her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples. Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed closed, mouth open and slack. “Uh… Uh…”
Sean had the toy sliding in and out of Tracy’s ass smoothly now, and when the room darkened once again, he returned his attention to her pussy, spreading her lips, and licking her clit, lightly flicking it, touching it, pushing it from side to side and pressing on it. Tracy’s breathing was irregular and shallow, her legs encircling his head. He quickened his pace with his tongue and the toy. Her legs gripped him tighter. He hummed on her pussy and Tracy shook in delight, yelping. Sean knew she was close, her tummy was twitching. “Oh God…” she moaned. Her orgasm shook her and Sean, as a flash of light filled his house, and thunder shook it. “God… damn!” Tracy grabbed his head, her fingers entwining in his and she yanked him up and away from her squirting pussy. “Fuck!” Sean watched her writhe about on the beanbag chair, just an inch of the vibrator poking out of her ass. “Fuck…” Slowly it began to slide out. “Fuck…” Slowly, her little poop muscles pushed it out, as her pussy squirted tiny drops into the air, her orgasm coming to and end. “Fuck Me that was good…” Sean kissed her belly button, as she held his ears. Rain drummed on the roof. Tracy’s breasts rose and fell.
“How was that, babe?” Sean asked.
“In my butt! You put my toy in my butt!” She accused. He smiled devilishly up at her; yes he had – all the way in. “I pushed it out!” she giggled in glee, her tummy bouncing his head up and down, her fingers wrapping around his ear. She looked down at Sean. “It felt fucking great. I loved having my little ass stretched like that.” Her eyes brightened a bit. She bit her lower lip and whined, pulling on Sean’s ears. “Kiss me.” He rose, and crawled forward before lowering himself atop her again and finding her wet lips waiting for him. Her tongue danced with his. Her legs wrapped around him again.
“You want that ass, don’t you?” She asked.
He kissed his way up her neck to her ear and whispered, “Yeah… yeah, I do.” Somehow, after wiggling about, Tracy managed to wrap her lotion filled hand around his rock-hard cock. Sean groaned, the feeling was tremendous. “Mmmm.”
“Loobing you up, big fella. So you’ll slip right in,” Tracy said. She lined his cock up with her tiny butt-hole. “Go slow Sean. Please.” Sean went slow, while Tracy held his cock steady. He pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past her sphincter, as he looked down on Tracy. Her eyes grew wide. She placed a hand on his chest.
“Ouwee … Sean, it’s big,” Tracy moaned. “Sean it’s Big.” Her hand pressed hard against his chest. He pulled out of her ass. Tracy gasped. “No, no, go back in.” Sean let her hand guide him back in. “Ouwee…” She groaned, her hand pushing on his chest again. He felt her other hand fall from his cock. A moment later, he felt her hand slide between their torsos, and begin to rub her pussy. Sean drove a little further into her ass, and watched her reaction. She bit her lower lip, her eyes growing wide again, and she moaned. He felt the heels of her feet land on the small of his back, her hips rose. He drove in further. Her stomach sank and she took a deep breath, holding it.
“You okay baby?” Sean asked. She shook her head. Sean wasn’t sure what to do. He started to pull out.
“Wait, wait.” She groaned. “Just stop there.” She looked so sad to Sean. His big cock in her ass, causing her pain. He lowered his head. Her hands found his face. Lightening lit the room, and they kissed, while thunder shook the house. She breathed in and our quickly through her nose while Sean kissed her gently. Then he broke their kiss.
“It feels really good, Tracy. Your ass feels great.” He commented.
“Really?” She asked, holding his face. “Tight?” He nodded. “Wet?” Sean nodded. “Warm?” He nodded. “Goody,” she said. “You can have my ass. Sean, take my ass now. It’s yours.” Sean kissed her again, as she seemed to relax, neither the cock in her ass nor the storm seemed to bother young Tracy now. Slowly Sean thrust further into Tracy’s young virgin ass, spreading her sphincter, stretching her teen ass like never before. Her tight asshole felt like a tight slick glove around his cock. Marvelous, like a cock haven. Soon he was completely buried in her. Tracy’s head rolled back on the beanbag, her eyes open, her mouth open. Sean licked her neck and pulled out of her, until only the tip of his cock was inside her ass, then he dove back in. Tracy seemed to love it now, her heels massaged his back, her hands found his shoulders, her fingernails dug into him.
“Cock in my ass…” She moaned. “Big fat cock in my ass. Oh my God.” Sean buried himself in her. Again and again. When lightening illuminated the room again, he saw her tongue traveling across her teeth, her eyes rolled back in her head. “…Deep in my ass. Stretching my ass.” Slowly he fucked her ass, as she grew more and more accustomed to the strange new feeling of having hard flesh stretching her. Her appreciation for Sean’s cock in her ass was growing and growing. “God… damn big cock in my ass.”
“Like it Peanut?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Like my hard cock sliding in and out of your ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Will you give me a discount on fucking your tight teen ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my tight teen ass.”
“You like having an ass full of hard cock?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my tight teen ass. It’s yours Sean. Fuck it. Take it. Drill it.” And drill it out Sean did. Slowly picking up his pace, he fucked her little butt. He drove into her harder and harder. His balls slapping against the beanbag, his pubic bone meeting her wet pussy again and again. “It’s rubbing just right!” Tracy cried, her head rolling from side to side. As thunder shook the house she began to cry out. Louder and more urgently.
“Fuck it! Drill it!” Sean endeavored to please her. “Oh God!” He strove to ream her. “Yes!” He drove into her. “Fucking great!” He pounded her tight young ass. “Coming!” He reamed her ass. “Orgasm… big one.” He sped up, fucking her ass harder. “An ass one…” He bit her neck, her arm wrapped around his head. She shrieked his name out over and over, her heels beat down on his back, drool fell from her mouth. Her hips rose to meet his thrust, her asshole sucking him in. From deep within her body, she began to roar, scream, until her voice filled the house. And then Tracy went limp, and Sean stopped his thrusts, smiling, sweat dripping from his face onto her chest, her tits heaving. He lowered himself, his elbows sinking into the beanbag chair. He pressed Tracy further down. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, his cock was buried deep in her ass, twitching in excitement. She opened her blue eyes and smiled shyly.
“Oh the pain,” she chuckled. Sean laughed.
“I could tell,” he said with sarcasm.
“Pervert.”
“Slut.”
“Brute.”
“Fuck hole.”
“Beast.”
“Beauty.” Their lips met until she pushed him away.
“I want to ride your cock now, Cowboy.” She stated. Sean rolled them over on the beanbag chair, Tracy clinging to him. Soon, she was comfortably atop him, squatting on him, her ass full of cock. She sighed. “Big fucking cock up my ass.” She shivered. Her knees spread apart. In the dark room, he felt her gaze on him. Lightening illuminated the room again, capturing Tracy’s image in Sean’s mind as she started to rise up his cock, her asshole gripping him tightly.
“Oh yes, fat cock up my ass.” She started to ride him up and down, swinging her hips from side to side, Sean’s cock stirring her insides. “Hard cock. Good.” She sat all the way down on his cock again and grunted loudly. “Fucking way far inside of me.” With a reckless abandon, she began to ride up Sean’s cock then back down and all around, swiftly, urgently. Filling herself with his cock. Massaging his cock with her tight young ass. Riding and sliding on his cock, her pussy dripping on him, sweat glistening between her jiggling boobs. He reached up and squeezed her tits, pushed them together and pulled them apart. As she rode him like a mad cowgirl, he pinched her nipples while she howled in delight, stuffing herself over and over with his cock. Suddenly she yelped. She grabbed handfuls of his chest hair and cried out. She yanked on his hairs and screamed his name. “Sean!” And sank down on his cock. Sean was about to blow. He knew it wouldn’t be long.
He slid her off his cock and onto the beanbag. He rolled her face down and spread her legs. He crawled in between and lifted her ass into the air. He lined his cock up with her tiny asshole and thrust into her. Tracy cried out loudly, clinching her fists. Sean slapped her ass, and buried his cock in her. Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread them wide, and with a grunt began to fuck her hard.
“Stop. Hold still Sean,” Tracy groaned. Sean waited. She started thrusting backwards, impaling herself on his cock. Then she pulled away and quickly impaled herself again. Sean gripped her ass and pulled her back onto his cock, again and again. He liked this, Tracy fucking herself on his cock this way.
“Like that Baby?” Tracy asked, looking back at him over his shoulder, thrusting her young body back, impaling herself. “Feel good?” Sean slapped her ass and yelled. In an ass-fucking frenzy, he started meeting her thrusts. “Gonna fill my ass with come? Gonna pump me full of sperm? Gonna shoot a healthy load into my ass? Oh Baby look at you, fucking my tight ass.” She gasped loudly when she felt Sean start to come. “I feel it! Your cock is swelling! I feel it swelling in my ass! Oh god that’s so fucking HOT! Come on Sean, come on baby, come on, squirt it all out, don’t save any. I want it all up my pooper! Filler me up Sean! Weeee!” Sean about feinted, he came so hard.
Tracy twisted slightly onto her side and he fell atop of her. Sean moaned, his cock twitching one last time in Tracy’s ass.
“You can have my ass anytime you want, Sean.” Tracy said. He bit her nipple. She yelped, holding onto his head. “Take me to dinner Sean. I want Chinese.”
Later, as Sean and Tracy lay in bed, she recalled that night, eight years ago, as she fled to her mother’s bed frightened by the storm.
… the large fingers wormed through her pajamas, probing her, rubbing her soft skin. Tracy shivered in fright. Pulling her away from her mother, the large hands brought her closer to her father. His breath fouled the air around Tracy, as he pulled her up on his chest.
“The thunder scare you little honey?” her father asked. His hands were forcing her down his chest. “Stay here with Daddy, where you’ll be safe.” As he forced her further down his body, Tracy’s feet parted around his large hard erection. Oh she had seen his cock before. She had! He had told her its name, introduced her. Tracy was mortified. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
Continued.

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Fantasm

Club Fatale, Pt. 4

Club Fatale, Pt. 4
Chapter Six – Enter Devon
I woke in the morning, my cock still inside Enya’s warm pussy. It was so tight that I could feel myself harden immediately.
I pulled out and rolled the girl onto her back. I quickly straddled her head and fucked her face until I got off. She moaned the whole time and I sprayed my jizm all over her youthful features.
Rolling off of her, I pulled my pants on and walked into the living room.
I stopped short. In the living room was Emmanuelle, seated on a sofa. With her was an unfamiliar dark-haired woman, sitting beside her. Jana knelt a few feet away: her eyes wet with tears.
“Emmanuelle?” I said, surprised. “Good morning! I didn’t hear you come in. Who’s your friend?”
She took a deep breath.
“I have some bad news. I’m afraid that Karina won’t be returning to you, Evan,” Emmanuelle said. Her voice was flat and slightly rushed. I could tell that she was trying to get some unpleasant business out of the way as quickly as possible. “The Commodore sends his regrets and a suitable replacement for your loss.”
She gestured.
The brunette beside her stood and I checked her out: long legs, large breasts on a slender frame. She was an older lady, perhaps Emmanuelle’s age, but still a very fine specimen. Beautiful features. Blue eyes. If older, she was clearly superior to Jana’s sister. A Grade-AA, unless I missed the mark.
“So,” I said. “The old dog went and offed her, did he? Or did he just not feel like returning her to me?”
“Things got a little out of hand, last night,” Emmanuelle said. “I apologize and offer my sincerest regrets for any inconvenience, Evan. I… You have to understand that these things happen from time to time.”
I realized that she was scared.
“What’s wrong, Emma?” I asked. “An accident like this hardly justifies such discomfort on your part.”
“She’s upset,” Enya said, as she emerged from my bedroom, “because according to the rules of conduct set down by father, you now have the opportunity to claim redress for grievances against him…”
“And that means?” I prompted.
“My life is yours, Evan,” Enya finished. “Your property has been destroyed by another. You now have the opportunity to use me as you see fit. You can do anything you wish to me and not even father can interfere.”
I felt a sudden thrill run through me. It wasn’t every day that a beautiful young woman informed you of something like that. I saw Jana sobbing on her knees: grieving over her sister. I looked at Emmanuelle waiting with bated breath. I stared at Enya: seemingly unafraid of what might come.
“It’s alright, Emma,” I said. “I don’t blame you or hold any grudges against the Commodore. Enya will return with you.”
Emmanuelle smiled, relieved. The tension ran off of her.
My attention was already turning to the brunette. “What’s your name, sweet thing?” I asked.
“Devon,” was the answer.
“Devon what?” I pressed.
“We don’t often tell our family names here, master,” the brunette said. She had a curious accent: part English, part something I couldn’t identify. “I am Devon: your woman. That is all that is important…”
I nodded. That much was true. “Inform the Commodore that I accept his gift, Emmanuelle, and thank him. There will be much pleasure in this one.”
I stared at Devon. Her return smile rivaled one of Emmanuelle’s.
Emmanuelle broke out into a grin and spoke. “I’ll take my leave, now. And thank you for taking care of Enya, Evan. I’ve rarely seen her so… satisfied.”
“We had good times,” I said.
Enya and I shared one last look before she left.
“Until next time, Evan,” the mother said. And the old Emmanuelle was back. I could see the sultry look in her Dresden-blue eyes. Whatever problem had been between us before, she had gotten over it.
“Until later, my dear.”
I watched Emmanuelle leave with Enya. Then I turned to my new acquisition.
“On your back,” I said.
Pushing Devon’s dress up, I entered her and took her upon my couch. I fucked her mightily for over an hour before coming in her pussy and leaving her spent. Afterwards, I went to seek out Angelique.
Chapter Seven – The Mistress of Snuff
The first day of snuff class came.
Mistress Angelique was my instructor. At five-foot-eight and a hundred and twenty pounds, she was a knockout with a dazzling figure. Raven-black hair curled about her muscular shoulders and mischievous blue eyes sparkled beneath dark, furrowed brows. She wore a tight corset of a lacy black that contained bulging breasts; black stockings that sheathed her toned, athletic legs.
Angelique had a riding crop and she used it like someone out of a fetish movie.
Behind her were three bound women: a blonde, a brunette and a redhead.
“Mr. Evan Anderson,” Mistress Angelique began. “You are here because you wish to know of the art form called snuff.”
I opened my mouth. The crop cracked me across the buttocks.
“That was a statement,” she said. “Do not speak until you are asked a question.”
I closed my mouth.
“Snuffing is an art form of unbelievable antiquity and lineage,” the dark-haired goddess said with conviction. “It was passed down from father to son through ancient days: unbroken, unsullied. It was hidden away from the eyes of mortal men, practiced by wicked priests, mighty kings and gods that walked among men. From ancient Egypt, Persia, Greece and Rome to the dark ages of medieval Europe, through the middle ages and the renaissance, it was performed in dark corners and secluded places. On the nights of Samhain and Imbolc, Beltane and Lughnasagh, Celtic bards would snuff the daughters of nobles and kings upon their pagan altars, slicing their throats with golden sickles and ejaculating onto the dying girls’ faces. According to their code, Viking raiders were required to fuck to death the first woman they captured every season, while her female kin were forced to stand by and watch. At wartime, the Samurai warriors and lords of feudal Japan would assemble every day to take the most beautiful peasant girl from their enemy’s lands and, together in a circle, drown her in gallons of their sperm…”
She stopped and I stared at her. Despite myself, I was growing intrigued by Angelique’s lecture.
“You wish to ask a question, Mr. Anderson?”
I shook my head.
“Then on to business,” she said.
“Firstly, Mr. Anderson,” Mistress Angelique continued. “If you are to become a full and respected member of Club Fatale, then you must have a first-class, working knowledge of the tools of the trade.”
Angelique rounded me, dragging the tip of her crop across my shoulders like a harsh caress; her lips close, her voice soft.
“There are three main implements of torture involved in the art of snuffing: the garrote, the knife and the whip…”
Angelique’s delicate hands pulled aside a tablecloth to reveal several examples of said implements: knives of every shape and size, garrotes of wire, silk and old fashioned rope and several whips, some barbed, some knotted, some made of the finest silk. Those would sting the greatest of all.
“There are three main devices of execution involved in the art of snuffing: the gallows, the guillotine and the pool…”
Angelique gestured to the far side of the room and the lights rose. There was a full length gallows with a long rope and a trapdoor, a monstrous guillotine with a shining, razor-sharp blade and a full tank of water just the right size and height for sinking a girl and drowning her in its icy-cold depths.
“But, more importantly, there is one main tool involved in the art of snuffing…”
With a thwack of her riding crop she smacked my cock.
“It is right there between your legs: the world’s most magnificent creation. It is the cock which gives you the ability to be the greatest artist. It is the cock that defines you, that drives you, that feeds your lust for destruction. And if there is one truism that I have learned in my lifetime, it is that man is the ultimate destroyer…”
She looked up at me. “Choose,” she said.
“Choose what?” I asked.
Angelique glared at me and gestured to the three bound women.
“Why, which one will die, of course,” she said. “All three of these women before you deserve that and nothing less. Not because of their crimes to this Club, nor by their economic fates that put them in such a tenuous position. No. They deserve their fates because of the virtue of their sex. They are women. What use is there for them but to please men? Always in life, even in dying.”
She turned and studied the three and I did as well.
“First we have Brittany: age 38, blonde hair, blue eyes, housewife from Kansas City. She was acquired when her husband sold her to a brothel while out of the country. She has proven incapable of following the rules as expected and must be disciplined and terminated. She has quite a chest on her and would scream long and hard as she expired.”
“Second is Mona: age 23, red hair, dark eyes, business student from Italy. She was kidnapped specifically for a Club member, but he tired of her and her rebellious streak. She has proven too difficult to train and tame. She is athletic and, so far, has been adept at surviving suffering. But she cannot last forever and it would be such a thrill and a challenge to break her.”
“Third is Natalie: age 31, black hair, brown eyes, a common whore from Russia. We purchased her from the Russian mafia for a mere thousand dollars. That was six years ago and she has proven herself quite the survivor. She was scheduled for snuffing once before, but she survived the ordeal and, in the process, made twenty men come.”
She turned to me: “Housewife, student or whore; which will it be?”
I met the eyes of each female in turn, weighing the possibilities. Angelique watched me decide.
“I want them all,” I said.
“Ah! I see that you are indeed a man of uncommon depth and desires,” the brunette mistress said. She stepped up to the blonde. “This one first, then,” she said. “How do you wish to do her, Master Evan? A fast snuffing or a slow one?”
“I want to know everything,” I said. “Teach me everything.”
The brunette mistress proceeded to teach me. First the whip. Mistress Angelique showed me how to place a blow upon the flesh for simple play or for maximum pain and maximum damage. Over several hours we used nothing but the whip upon the blonde. Brittany screamed and only when her screams rose to an intensity that Angelique approved of did the Mistress allow me to enter her. I fucked the blonde housewife from behind, pulled her head back, strangling her with my whip, and came inside her.
“Should I strangle her to death, mistress?” I asked.
“Now, Master Evan, where is the fun in the that?” she chided me. “The thrill of the kill must be savored.”
I released the blonde. She gasped desperately.
Angelique took up a second whip and together we scourged Brittany’s body into a bloody mess: back, thighs, stomach and breasts. A blow from Angelique struck the blonde’s sensitive pussy, making her cry out in abject pain. My next blow caught her across the face, nearly taking out her eye. The next drew a jagged red welt across her breasts. And so on and so on, until she was hanging limp and half dead.
“She’s finished, Master Evan,” Angelique told me. “Get behind her and enter her.”
I did as instructed. My iron cock went in smooth and tight. She was so ready for me. I started moving inside her. She moaned listlessly.
Angelique took a knife from the table: a long, straight medieval blade.
“Pull her head back,” she said.
I did, by the hair.
Angelique struck, slashing the blade across Brittany’s throat. Blood sprayed and the blonde cried out in indescribable agony.
“Pull back, harder!” Angelique cried. “And fuck her dying body, Master!”
A gout of crimson shot forth and coated Angelique. The brunette mistress pulled her corset down and bathed her breasts in Brittany’s blood. I humped the blonde with wild abandon, thrusting deep and hard. Brittany gurgled and convulsed for nearly a minute, spraying blood from her torn throat as she expired.
Angelique leaned forward, over Brittany’s shoulder and our lips met. We kissed, enflamed, and I rose. My cock slid from the dead pussy.
“That was the first kill I ever participated in,” I said, voice impassioned.
“Then fuck me in her blood!” Angelique said, desperately.
I threw the black-clad mistress to the floor in the pool of Brittany’s blood and swiftly mounted her. I fucked her deeply, my cock harder than I had ever remembered it. We panted together, like two predators after a hunt and a kill. Beneath me, she writhed in the crimson pool. She came, convulsing, on my cock. Crying out, I came as well, sending my burning semen deep into my delicious mistress.
“Take me to the beach and fuck me again,” she said. “Our training is done for the day. Leave this slut’s corpse to hang.”
I did as she asked. I fucked her in the sand before the ocean, coming inside her for a second time. The afternoon passed into night. We spoke like lovers and I found my attraction to her growing exponentially.
When midnight came, I took her to my beach house. Together we used Jana and Devon, hurting them for our mutual satisfaction and pleasure. While Devon licked Angelique’s pussy, I strangled Jana until she passed out. Angelique got behind Devon and caught her in a sleeper hold. As I fucked Jana’s pussy, I watched my dark angel choke the elder brunette beauty to unconsciousness.
We fucked for hours upon their unconscious bodies.
I rose in the morning.
My cock was as hard as an iron bar. Angelique’s firm fingers wrapped around it and she jacked me slowly.
“You need release, master…” Her eyes flicked to Jana. “Take her. She’s prime meat.”
I felt a raging fire rise in me. I wanted her, badly. I sat up and moved to straddle the blonde girl’s head. Jana woke as my cock pressed past her lips. Deeply, I throated her. Angelique held her head as I did, watching me with beautiful, blinking eyes. I fucked deeper and harder, punishing the girl.
It wasn’t long before I was ready to come.
Angelique moved to get behind me, straddling Jana’s chest. Her warm pussy pressed into my butt; her hips moved with mine. Whatever I felt, fucking Jana’s face, it was like she was feeling it along with me. “Take her, Evan… Now, here with me,” Angelique cooed softly into my ear. Her delicate chin rested lightly on my shoulder. “Make her the first… your first… our first, together…” She nibbled at my ear.
I knew that she meant it. I had never gone all the way. I wanted to. I wanted to do it with her. I wanted to make her proud of me.
I thrust my cock down Jana’s throat for the last time. Jana struggled upon me, realizing that this was the end. It was impossible for her to breathe with me sitting on her chest, cock buried in her throat. She couldn’t escape.
“Watch her Evan,” Angelique whispered to me. “Watch her while you take her, while you destroy her life. Even now, she clings to it. She wants to live. That is the beauty of snuff, my sweet. You hold sooo much power over her: ultimate power. There she goes… there she goes… just about…”
“NOW!” Angelique hissed. “COME DOWN HER THROAT, EVAN!”
The tightness of Jana’s throat and the arousal of her coming demise were too much. I cried out and came.
“Oh, yes!” Angelique said into my ear. “Oh, god! Look at her, baby! Look at her FUCKING DYING UPON your cock!”
Together, we watched as Jana drowned in my come. Angelique’s chin was on my shoulder and she watched in silence as I took my first kill.
I turned my head to kiss her.
“How did that feel, lover?” she asked.
“Indescribable. I’m glad that I could share it with you, my love,” I said.
My gaze turned down and alighted upon Devon. The brunette Brit had watched us the whole time without saying a word.
“See how she watches you,” Angelique said in my ear. “So patiently. She knows that it will be her, the next time. She knows that it will be you who ends her this way…”
I looked into Devon’s eyes and imagined her last moments while Angelique kissed my neck and shoulders…
The next day was the same. And the next. Three days passed and still we did not advance past the whip. Angelique set me about working upon Mona. It was only when I could draw a howl from the young redhead without marking her skin that Angelique agreed to continue to the next stage.
The day after that, Angelique taught me the secrets of the knife. Standing close to me, whispering sexily into my ear, she showed me the arts of pain and torture with the blade and how they could transform into pleasure. Mona screamed at first, and for several days, but eventually her cries turned to howls of indescribable pleasure as I learned to cut and thrust with precision.
Every once in a while, at least once a day, the Commodore would come by and watch. He seemed very intrigued about what we were doing. At times, I heard him muttering to himself, saying that I had promise, that I could be the one.
The one what, he never said.
People began talking about me; my intensity, my dedication, my concentration. I took little heed of them, lost as I was in my quest for perfection and my desire for Angelique.
My feelings for the dark-haired vixen grew by leaps and bounds. I knew that I had met a kindred spirit in her. When darkness fell, we would fuck on the sandy beach, teasing each other with pain or pleasure until the hours took us into the more erotic confines of my bedroom. During those erotic nights, I made long, lasting love to her and wished it would never end.
When we desired excitement, we would walk along the beach where the new girls were brought to be raped and snuffed. We would drink together while I received a blowjob from Sophia, the tanned Caribbean bartender. We sampled the cuisine prepared by Sonya, the Commodore’s personal chef.
We even dined with the Commodore and Emmanuelle on Bonfire Night, drinking thousand-dollar wine over generous cuts of finely cooked Patricia.
Jacob delivered the redheaded Cameron to me, as he had promised: my prize for unknowingly helping him acquire the beautiful Tori. Angelique and I broke the attractive young girl in like a prized mare. Together, we fucked her with the assistance of the darkly beautiful Devon and left her unconscious in a puddle of our combined juices.
It was a good life and I didn’t have a care in the world.
I had practically forgotten about my previous existence. But my businesses had been left in good hands and the one time I checked up on them, I found no problems. They were booming, even; my business model was pointing to a record year.
I called Jacqueline twice, but I found myself strangely distanced from her. I kept thinking of her in compromising positions.
I had fever-dreams of her; bound and whipped, with Angelique standing behind her, knife caressing her neck. I would step up to her, thrust myself inside of her and take her violently while she begged for release. Angelique would watch from behind and hump herself into Jacqueline’s ass. Then, at the moment of climax, the knife would slash and my daughter’s blood would gush onto my chest and cock.
And the last thing I would say to my young, innocent daughter before she died was that she had fulfilled her destiny.

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