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True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 3

After my night with John I woke up refreshed, and excited to start the day. Before John left he had requested I go to his house tonight once I’m done with my work for the day. I work from home, so I could really leave anytime I wanted to, but my work is important so I decided I needed to focus on that first.
I took my shower, and I realized that today was going to be the first day of wearing nothing while I worked. I have to admit it was a bit arousing when at 10am I had a conference call with two of my male clients in the UK. I kept thinking to myself if only they knew I was sitting here completely naked. It was complete torture all day knowing that I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, as masturbating during breaks had become a habit. Working from home certainly had its perks, but I was almost wishing I was in an office at the moment around people so that I would for sure not start rubbing my clit. I certainly didn’t want to disappoint John on this first day, and I made up my mind that I wouldn’t.
At 12:30pm I received a text from John that read…”My house 5pm! Do NOT urinate from now until I see you! That’s an order baby.” Don’t urinate? Was he kidding? How was I going to wait until 5pm to not pee? In that instant I started having doubts of myself. I wanted this so bad. I wanted nothing more than to please John, but did I have the strength to do everything that he asked of me? I tried to push the thought out of my head, and focus on work for the rest of the day. At about 4pm I closed up, and that’s when it hit me that I needed to pee so badly. I hadn’t had anything to drink since the text; for fear that I wouldn’t be able to hold it. I was thirsty, and a little bit miserable. I was doing this for John though. I tried really hard to keep thinking that.
About 4:55pm I pulled into John’s house. He lived in a really nice part of town. In fact, a good friend of mine when we were growing up lived just a few houses down. Her Dad was the lawyer for the city we lived in. So I knew that the houses here were not cheap. I remember my Dad saying that John was a CEO for some big insurance company before he moved back to town a few months ago. I wasn’t sure at this point if he still worked, or if he was retired. My father was a fireman, and firemen are able to retire at an earlier age than many professions.
There were four other vehicles in the driveway. I recognized John’s vehicle, but I had no clue who the others belonged to. I rang the doorbell, and I could feel my body tensing up. I was excited to see John, but also very nervous. John opened the door, and immediately pulled me into him, enclosing me in a big bear hug. He kissed my forehead. “Right on time baby girl,” he said. He leaned over and whispered to me, “I have plans for you today baby girl, and I need you to keep trusting me. Can you do that?”
“Of course I trust you,” I said but my mind was running wild with thoughts of what he had planned.
“Do you remember the rule I gave you upon entering my home? Please take care of that. I don’t want to remind you again.” he said.
“There were a bunch of cars in the driveway…so I didn’t know if you had company or not.”
“If at any time I don’t want you to remove your clothes upon entering my house, I will tell you. Otherwise you just do it. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
The “Sir” just popped right out of my mouth, but he had smiled when I said it. So I think he liked it. I pulled my shirt over my head, and unsnapped my bra. I folded them both up and placed them on a chair. I looked around and I saw nobody, so I still haven’t figured out who those vehicles belonged to. Clearly nobody else was here, or John wouldn’t have had me remove my clothes. Feeling a little more confident I took my shorts off. No panties of course, as John had taken those yesterday.
“Good girl,” he said. Every time he said “good girl” it sent a tingle through my body. It meant that he was pleased with me, and that meant everything. He moved so he was standing directly in front of me. He slid a finger through my pussy lips, and asked “Did you do as I said regarding urinating Sami?”
“I did, Sir, but I need to pee badly now.”
“Good, then we’ll get started.” He led me through the house, and he pointed out where the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and his bedroom were. He led me back further down the hallway to the last room. He opened the door, and motioned me inside. The room was painted black, and there was a bed with white sheets. Along one wall there was a rack of sorts, with belts of different sizes hanging from it. There was a closed brown cabinet in one corner. “Go ahead and crawl on the bed Sami. We are going to be doing our first inspection, before we have any fun today. Let’s start by having you lay on your back.” He moved toward the bottom of the bed, and he pulled up two ankle straps that were attached my small chains to the corner of the bed. He put each ankle in a strap, and tightened the chain so that I couldn’t move my legs at all. He did the same at the head of the bed with my wrists.
I felt completely and totally exposed to John. He could do anything he wanted to me at this moment, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. That thought was scaring, and VERY arousing.
“Sir?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I really need to pee. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
“You need to. There will be no peeing in this bed. Do you understand, Sami?”
“But, I don’t know if I can hold it.”
“You can, and you will!” he said in a voice I had only heard one other time when he was gagging me with his cock last night. He walked out of the room without saying anything. And, about two minutes later he walked back in, and he wasn’t alone.
Immediately I started to struggle to try and get out of the straps. I tried so hard to close my spread legs. “John, what’s happening? Why are…” and he interrupted me.
“Quiet Sami! No more talking.” he ordered.
He turned to the three guys that followed him in. “This is Sami guys. What do you think?”
The tall brown haired guy said, “Nice John, real nice. How old is she?”
John replied that I was 30, and he told the guys a shortened version of how we met.
I was humiliated laying there with my legs forced open, and these four men standing there and looking at me, and talking like I couldn’t hear them.
John smiled, “I’m going to get this inspection done, you guys can wait in the backyard or you’re welcome to stay and watch.” My tears got harder to control, as I realized the three strange men were going to stay and watch.
John first examined both of my breasts. I have very large breasts (34DD) so he picked them up, and he rubbed them and he looked closely at them. He moved to the side of me so he could see if I had shaved my armpits well enough. He took his right hand and he rubbed right above my pussy, checking for any signs of hair. There was one spot that he kept coming back to, “Sami you missed a spot right here. Did you use a mirror to check before you presented yourself to me today?”
Still crying I mumbled, “No.” By this time my whole body was shaking, and I was crying uncontrollably. John ignored it. He acted as if I was perfectly fine. “Sami it needs to be completely smooth every single day. There are no exceptions, ever. I thought I had made myself clear.”
“I’m sorry,” I promised that I would do better next time. He said that I would be receiving a punishment for it, to help me remember to do a better job next time. I thought to myself, “Wasn’t being humiliated in front of these men that I don’t know punishment enough?”, but I certainly didn’t say that out loud. John walked to the cabinet, and when he opened it I could see all kinds of things from butt plugs on the top shelf, to a crop. All sorts of things that I would become familiar with in time I assumed. That was if I could make it through this first day. He pulled out something that looked like what the Doctor used on me at my gyno appointments. As he turned around with it I confirmed in my mind that’s what it was.
“Hey Steve, can you check to see if I need the lube please.”
“Sure, man.” And before I could think about what was happening Steve was leaning over the bed and he had inserted a finger all the way in my hole. “God damn girl. No you definitely don’t need lube, she is soaked.”
John started laughing as he walked back over to the bed. He rubbed the speculum along my pussy picking up all of the wetness. He leaned over to where he was basically sitting on the bed, “Hold still, Sami. It won’t hurt I promise.” He inserted the speculum, and as he was pushing it in he was watching my face. Still I couldn’t control the tears, but he didn’t seem to notice. He opened the speculum, and he was right it didn’t hurt. It just felt like my pussy was being stretched open a little. He pulled out a mini flashlight from his pocket and he turned it on pointing it inside. The pressure to pee was becoming unbearable, and my body was instinctly making me move my hips a little to relieve the pressure. He told me that everything looked good. He closed the speculum, and removed it. He started rubbing my clit, and watching my facial expression. I think he thought that was going to calm me down, but really it was making it worse. I didn’t want these guys to be watching us do this.
John unstrapped my ankles, and I was instantly relieved. Finally, I would be able to relieve myself, and these guys would go away. Instead, of letting my wrists go, John reached over my head and behind the headboard he pulled out two more straps with chains. He started putting them on my ankles, but these were in the area that made my legs stick straight in the air and pulled back a little. I began to cry again. “Sami please stop crying.”
“But Sir I need to pee!”
“I know you do, and you will pee when I tell you to. Now stop!”
“Take a good look at that ass boys. That’s a virgin right there.” John said with a slight snicker.
“Oh hell John, are you fucking kidding?” said the tall brown haired guy who I now know is Steve.
“Yep, dead serious. She hasn’t had anything up there yet.”
John walked back over to the cabinet, while the guys were making comments about my asshole, and how tight it probably was. John returned with a bottle, and he opened it and he was putting lube all over it. He bent over the bed, “Relax Sami. If you relax it won’t hurt.” I tried really hard to relax, but I couldn’t. I could feel his finger touching the opening, and it was just a reflex I couldn’t control. I couldn’t relax. He started pushing his finger in, and it hurt so badly. I started screaming and kicking my legs what little I could move them. I begged John not to do this yet. I begged him to make the guys leave. I begged and begged and begged. John ignored me completely. The guys were egging John to push it in further and further. Once John had his entire finger pushed in, he started moving it around a little. He slowly removed it, and pushed it back in. I screamed louder than I did the first time. Almost immediately he removed it completely, and he brought it up close to my face. He touched the finger that was just in my ass to my lips. “Suck it baby girl. I need this ass clean. I’m not going to enjoy putting my cock up there when it’s dirty. Do you understand?” I shook my head yes, as he slid the finger in my mouth. I didn’t fight him on this. I just sucked his finger clean.
“One last thing before I unstrap you.” He walked back to the cabinet in the corner of the room, and he pulled something out. He walked back to the bed, “You’re getting 5 smacks for the spot of hair that you missed Sami. Every time you receive a punishment like this you need to count. When you reach the last number, you’ll thank me for the lesson. Do you understand?”
“Y yes yesss Sir,” I stammered.
He set the wide part of the spoon on my open pussy, right over my clit. He looked straight in my eyes, and he lifted up and smacked my pussy. I screamed “One”, and burst into tears again. Before I could regroup he smacked me again, “TWO!” He stopped for a few seconds, and then he smacked my pussy even harder two times in a row, “THREE, FOUR!” The guys were loving it. They were all laughing and egging John to go harder. He set the spoon on my pussy one more time. As he lifted it I felt my body jerk, and then I felt the worse pain I had ever felt right on my clit, “FIVE! Thank you Sir”. I was crying so hard. My body was limp from fighting, and limp from crying. With his hand John rubbed my pussy. It was a rub trying to tell me that it was ok, but my clit hurt so bad that the rubbing was making me cry harder.
The short guy with brown hair told John, “Hey John we’ll be waiting outside.” And the other two guys followed him out of the room. Finally, they were leaving. Thank God!
John took the straps off of my wrists and my ankles. He climbed into bed with me, and cuddled up against me. “You ok baby?” I didn’t answer him. I just started to cry as he put his arms around me. “You’ll get used to it,” and he leaned over to kiss me. I wanted to believe that I would get used to it. I still didn’t understand why I wanted to give myself to someone, and why this desire and need was so powerful inside of me. He rubbed my clit, as he held me.
“I still need to pee Sir. Can I please go to the bathroom now?”
“Yes, you may. Follow me, and I’ll show you where you can pee at.” I remembered passing the bathroom and that was just down the hallway, so I was a little confused why John needed to show me. I followed him out of the room, and he walked past the bathroom. I stopped, and pointed to the bathroom, confused and not knowing what to say. “No, you’ll only use that bathroom when you need to do #2”, he said laughing. What the heck? I kept following him, and he started toward the sliding glass door that lead to his backyard. He opened the door, and motioned me to go outside. I stood frozen. I couldn’t go outside naked in the middle of the day. “My yard is completely fenced in Sami, nobody can see in.” Reluctantly, I stepped one foot outside and looked around. The guys that I had just met were sitting at a table to the left, drinking and smoking. John took me by the arm and led me to a section of the yard that was toward the right. It was about a 12 foot by 12 foot area that was sectioned off by a line of gravel on all sides.
“When you are here, and you have to pee this is where you will relieve yourself. Do you understand?”
I didn’t answer him. I just stared at this section of grass, thinking to myself that I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t come outside to pee. I couldn’t pee in front of these guys. Then I looked at John, and knew that I would. This is what he wanted me to do. I had already learned once today how it felt to disappoint him, and I don’t mean the pain. I hated knowing that he wasn’t pleased with the the poor job of shaving that I did. Suck it up Sami, I told myself. I walked towards the middle of the area, and I saw the three guys get up and head over. They stopped at the gravel, and with beer in hand they were ready to watch me pee. I closed my eyes, spread my legs and squatted. I had to pee so badly, and I just needed to push them out of my mind. In a matter of a few seconds I felt the relief, as I started to pee. Once I was done, I opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was the short hefty guy had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. John told me to follow him, and on the far side of the 12 x 12 area there was a little barn. Behind the barn was a plastic tub. John opened it and showed me the contents. There were two rolls of toilet paper, and a plastic bag. He explained that after peeing I would wipe with that toilet paper, and discard it in the plastic bag. I did as he said, with all of the guys watching me.
We walked back over toward the house, and the guys. “Sami, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Pointing at the tall brown haired guy, “This is Steve. Steve and I have been friends for almost 30 years. He actually knows your father too. He has a slave who you will meet soon, her name is Steph.” John walked over to the quiet guy who had hardly said a word the entire time, “This is Josh. He is the newest person to our group. We’re teaching him the ropes. He has a slave, and her name is Rita.” And, pointing to the last of the three, “And this is Matt. He doesn’t have a slave at the moment, but he is certainly looking.” All the guys started laughing.
Steve and Josh finished their beers, and said their goodbyes to John and Matt. Relief came over me, they were all finally leaving. Matt however, still stood there with cock hanging out. I felt a little ashamed because I couldn’t stop looking at it. I could also feel my pussy becoming a little wet. His cock was not as long as John’s but it was thicker. “Sami you can head back inside, please head back to the room we were just in.” I turned around to head inside, and I could hear John and Matt talking but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
As I entered the room, I had time to take everything in a little more. I glanced at the belts again, and I peered into the cabinet as John had left it open. So many things that I have seen online before, but never in person. I turned around and in the corner of the room that I hadn’t seen before was a video camera set up. Before that even registered in my mind John and Matt came in the room. John said, “I need to run and get a pack of cigarettes, and Matt is going to stay here with you. He has permission to use two of you three holes, and he can do anything he wants. He’s in charge.”
“Wait, no you can’t leave me here with him. I don’t know him.” I cried.
“Sami, he’s my friend and you’ll be fine. You need to get used to my friends. Do as he says.” and out the door he went closing it behind him. I ran over to the door, and Matt was right behind me. He grabbed my hair, and pulled me back into the room. Holding onto my hair, he pulled my head back toward him and he whispered, “You will be the slut we all know you are, and you will enjoy it.” He pushed me toward the bed, and I fell on it with my feet still on the floor. Matt came behind me and held me down there with one hand, and fingered me with the other hand. He then pulled my hair so I was standing up again next to the bed. “On your knees bitch!” he ordered. “I saw you staring at my cock outside, so don’t be shy I know what you want.”
Now I was scared, John never talked like this. Even when John used his scary voice it wasn’t like this. I did as I was told. I sat on my knees waiting for the next order, “Spread your legs”. I spread my legs as far as I could, and Matt took a hold of my hair again, and he pushed his cock inside my mouth. He fucked my mouth for about 10 minutes. During that entire time he called me names, and made fun of the way I was sucking him. He told me that it was a good thing I was getting trained, because I was a shitty cock sucker. He picked me up and threw me towards the bed again, ordering me on my back. I climbed in the bed and got on my back. He removed his pants completely and climbed on top of me. With no warning he pushed his cock inside my wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet it was. Matt clearly noticed too, as he started laughing. “You definitely are a slut.” He kept thrusting harder and harder inside my pussy. I felt my face grow red, as I knew Matt could see how much I was enjoying this. It made him thrust harder and deeper inside of me. “I can’t wait to feel the inside of your little asshole you fucking whore.” He kept thrusting inside of me, and my body was responding. He could tell I was getting close to cumming. “You best not cum without my permission, or you will regret it.” I was trying so hard to control it, but my body was not listening to my head. “If you want to cum, ask me bitch. Beg for it!”
“Please Matt may I cum,” I finally got out once I caught my breath. Matt pushed his cock in harder and so deep. “Not yet, but be ready.” I tried focusing on my breathing as he kept pushing his cock inside my pussy. All of a sudden his thrusts got quicker and shorter, and I could feel his cock getting ready to explode. It felt so good, and I was so embarrassed that it felt so good. I couldn’t control my body any longer. “Please Matt. Can I cum!?!” His body tensed up and he yelled, “Cum now!” As my body released the orgasm, I felt his white cream explode inside of me. He held onto me as we both shook with orgasm. We laid there for a few moments catching our breath, and Matt slow sat up removing his cock from inside of me. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He got up and he wiped his cock off with a towel that I hadn’t even noticed on the bed earlier. He walked over to the cabinet, and he pulled out a camera. “Spread your legs, and with your hands spread your pussy lips as far as you can.” I did as I was told…and he started laughing. “Damn that’s a lot of cum.” He took a picture. I could feel the cum dripping out of me. Matt started getting dressed, and just as he was zipping up his pants, I heard the front door open and close. “Don’t move until John gets back in here!” and Matt was out the door.
Again, the tears started running. Why was I crying? I asked for this. I dreamt of this. I fantasized of this. What’s wrong with me? I was playing back the whole evening in my mind, when the door opened and John walked in. “Hi baby girl. Why are you crying again?” He brushed the tears off my face, and kissed my forehead again. He moved down toward my pussy, and spread my lips apart with his hand. “I see you must have pleased Matt, and that makes me very happy. You should only be crying if you disappointed me baby girl.”
“I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m sorry Sir.”
“It’s ok. I think you’re awfully sexy when you’re in tears.” he laughed.
He removed his clothes, and he climbed in next to me again. He wrapped his arms around me. When he was loving and holding me it was the best feeling I have ever felt in my life. I felt so safe, and so loved. Nothing could be wrong when I was in his arms. He whispered, “Have you ever had two men cum inside of you in one day Sami?” I shook my head, of course not I thought. I had only had two men in my entire life cum inside of me before today. John got on top of me straddling me at my neck. He pushed his cock inside my mouth, holding my head up. “Swallow it baby. Get it nice and wet for me.” I kept sucking and taking it as far as I could down my throat. After only a few minutes he moved down toward my pussy, and he push my legs apart further than they already were. He positioned his cock at my hole, and slowly slid it in. He moaned a sound I hadn’t heard before. He leaned over so his head was right next to mine as he started fucking me. I could still feel the cum from Matt inside of me. “God Damn Sami you don’t know how much I love this. Fucking you with another man’s cum inside of you. One of my favorite things ever.” He continued pushing his cock in my already cum filled hole. “Did you enjoy Matt, be honest?” I didn’t answer him, and I looked away my face was getting hot. “Tell me Sami. Did you like being used by Matt?” I shook my head saying that I did, but I couldn’t say it out loud. Me confirming that I liked it evidently made John hornier, as he started fucking me faster and harder. He was slamming his cock inside of me. After about 10 minutes of slamming my pussy, John sat up and grabbed my legs. One last thrust he moaned and I felt my pussy filled with his white cum. He fell down next to me catching his breath, and he slid an arm around my waist. “Will you stay the night?” I shook my head yes, and I moved in close to him. He put this head next to mine, and he just held me.
We both drifted off to sleep and about an hour or so later I felt John lightly shaking my shoulder to wake up. I looked at the clock and it said it was 10pm. He ordered me to the bathroom to clean up. I followed him, and he turned the shower on. He told me to clean myself, and to make sure to give my pussy a good scrubbing. I did as he said, and I tried really hard to get all of the cum out of my pussy. Just as I turned the water off, and was stepping out of the shower he came in. He told me to hold on, and he took a hold of my arm with one hand, and the other hand he slid a finger inside my pussy. He moved it around and said, “Good girl…no sign of me or Matt.” He gave me a kiss. “I know that you have had a big day today. And, you’ve done really well. I have one more lesson for the day, and then we’ll go to sleep.” I didn’t know if my body could handle one more thing tonight I was so tired, and my body was so wore out. Not that I was physically tired, but mentally I was drained.
“What I’m going to be asking of you is very important to me Sami. I’m going to be honest and say if you refuse, it’s a deal breaker for me. This was not one of your limits, so I hope you were honest with me regarding that.” I stood in the bathtub, trying to think what it was he wanted to do. “The first few times we do this will be either in the bathroom, or outside until you are used to it and you can handle it without making a mess.” Without making a mess? What the heck is he talking about? “On your knees now,” he ordered. I slowly got to my knees. He unzipped his pants and lowered them just under his cock. “Open your mouth,” I did as he said and I started to lean toward his cock. I thought he wanted me to take it in his mouth. “No! Just sit there.” I waited, and then it dawned on me what he was doing. “He released just a little bit of piss that landed first on my chin. He moved a little closer, “Take as much of it as you can baby girl. Make me proud of you today.” He released his piss again, landing right in my mouth. After he filled it up, he held his piss and ordered me to swallow it. I did as he said. It was probably the most humiliating thing I have ever felt in my life, and at the same time it wasn’t that bad. It didn’t taste good, but seeing him smile when I swallowed it was all I needed to continue. He moved a little closer, and he put the cock in my mouth. “Let’s see how you do baby girl.” I felt the warm piss fill my mouth, and I just sucked it right out of his cock and swallowed. At one point it was coming to fast for me to swallow and some of it leaked out of my mouth. He stopped the piss to allow me time to break and catch up. As soon as I did he released the piss again. This time I swallowed more often and faster, trying so hard to make him proud of me. Finally he was done. “Baby girl you did so good!” he kissed the top of my head. When he stood up he pushed his cock in my mouth again, and he fucked me harder than he had yet. Halfway through I started to gag, and every time I did he pushed it further and further down my throat. Holding onto my hair, and pulling me so close that my chin was touching his balls, “You don’t know what seeing you take my piss like that does to me.” His cock was hard and throbbing within a few minutes. “Look at me and suck it baby girl!” I did as he said, and after another 3-4 minutes he was cumming in my mouth. Holding my head so that I couldn’t move, his warm cum filled my throat. He slowly released me, and he told me to clean up again. He said he would be waiting in the hallway for me. I stood back up and turned the water back on. I washed all of the piss off me, and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off, and headed out the door.
“You did so good today Sami. I am really really proud of you.” He grabbed my hand and led me back to the black bedroom where I had been most of the evening. “This is where you’ll sleep until you officially belong to me Sami.” He threw a couple of blankets on the bed, and he put his arms around me. “If you need me you can come get me in my room, otherwise I’ll see you in the morning.” I climbed into bed, completely spent. I started thinking back on the day, and everything that happened but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I drifted to sleep feeling content and happy.

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Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 5

Slave Sandra hesitates and question a command and tries to push her task off on her younger sister. For this Master Frank beats her, forces her to multiple orgasms and lets the family dog fuck her while she is tied to a bench.

Fiction

When In Rome

Author’s Notes[b]When In Rome isn’t exactly a series of erotic stories. When it’s completed, it will (hopefully) read more like a novel. Plot, subplots and all. There will be (on average) three separate scenes from three separate Point(s) of View (POV) per chapter. While every chapter will have sex in one form or another, every scene will not. If you want to skip through and only read the sexy bits, every chapter will be headed by listing which scene(s) in that chapter include sex.
Chapter one starts with a fairly vanilla blowjob, but don’t worry. The sex gets dirtier and more violent. And will continue getting dirtier and more violent throughout the series.
I hope you enjoy.
Each POV will be headed by the character’s name.
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CHAPTER ONE:
Scene 01: Appius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
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[center][b]APPIUS[/center]
Lykos was the most powerful man in Rome. And he wasn’t even a true fucking Roman.
His mother had been a Greek whore, but a beautiful one, gifted to Lykos’s father by a rival he’d later killed in his sleep.
His money wasn’t the reason he was respected, though he was rumored to have more than the Emperor. It was not his skill in battle (which was legendary, Appius knew all too well – he’d served with him in the Roman Army). Nor was it the five vicious, sword-wielding, murderous sons he’d fathered. Though they were legends of their own.
It was his whores. Lykos had the best whores in the world. He catered to every whim, every desire. Legal or not, moral or not… you could get it from Lykos.
At least that’s what Appius had heard. It had been fifteen years since he’d last stepped foot in Rome. Almost that long since he’d seen his old friend. He was only here to… pay a debt. Right a wrong.
It hadn’t been hard to find the find the place.
Mention Lykos’ name, and any man with two denari to rub together could give you directions. It wasn’t like you could pass by the building without knowing it was what you were looking for. His friend’s tastes had always verged on the obscene.
The front of the whore house was littered with stone statues; exquisitely carved women with round asses, full breasts and open mouths were crowded around a grotesque rendering of Hades, Greek God of the Underworld. His large stone head was thrown back to the sky in rapture; a stone woman was at his feet, her ass high in the air, her lips eternally circling the head of his cock. Near her knees were two more stone women, one with her face buried between the other’s legs. Various statues surrounded them, all engaged in some sexual act or another.
He’d arrived.
He gave his name to the guard at the door, and paid his way inside.
The air was thick with the the sweet heady scent of wine, and the sweeter smell of poppy smoke. There was music, a hard beat on a drum. And there were women. Naked, all of them. Some were selling their wares right there at the entrance, begging, moaning, screaming as they got filled in every way he could imagine. Some were dancing, their soft skin oiled so that it shimmered in the firelight. Some danced on tables. Some danced chained in cages, pressing their breasts against the bars as they begged to be used by someone, anyone. Every girl was beautiful. Every girl was young. Most looked barely old enough to marry, let alone be selling their cunts in a place where the proprietor claimed to be descended from Hades himself.
“Finally made it back to Rome, I see.”
Appius turned to find his old friend. Age had been kind to the man; he only had a few scars and a head of gray hair to show for the nearly fifty years he’d managed to live.
Appius gripped Lykos wrist as they shook hands. “And in one piece, no less. All I heard on the way back were tales of Hades’ spawn and his famous whores.”
“See anything you like?”
He looked around, but he knew he’d already seen exactly what he wanted. He pointed to a little slut in the middle of the room, apparently glorying in the attention she was getting from her audience.
Lykos’ smile grew wider, and he laughed. “You always had a good eye. Come.”
They rested on twin high-backed chairs as another man rushed off to procure the whore. She turned as she realized she was wanted, her body damp with glistening oil and a little sweat. She pushed her hair, light red – almost blonde, out of her face and bit her bottom lip as she watched him. He watched her too. She was young enough, new enough to the game to still look sweet. Her body was slim and soft, and he could see the firm hint of muscle in her belly, just above her tiny, almost hairless little cunt. He reached for her as she came to him, just grazing his fingers over her pussy. Her breasts were small, but they were firm, and her little pink nipples were already hard.
“You like her? She’s called Callia.”
Callia, his pretty little whore, was already wet as he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her little pink tongue darted over her top lip as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes.
“I like her very much.” Appius worked his finger into her tight little hole, and then deeper as she gasped.
Callia giggled as Lykos slapped her ass.
“Come here, show my friend what you’ve learned.”
She smiled, both proud and excited, as she dropped to her knees as Lykos’ feet. He adjusted his robes, and the girl wrapped her lips happily around the head of his cock. After a few strokes of her tongue, she winked at Appius, and he watched, cock throbbing, as she took the other man’s cock between her pretty little lips. She was on her knees, but she spread her legs wide open as she took his cock deep into her throat. He heard her soft moan as she took it all, her little hips rocking in pleasure as her mouth hit his pelvis. Little slut had swallowed the whole thing. And she wasn’t finished.
She bobbed her head back and forth, fucking his cock with her throat in quick strokes. Her little cunt was glistening wet. She barely took time to breathe.
“That’s enough. Off.”
She pouted as she sat back on her heels, her eyes still longingly fixated on her boss’s cock.
Lykos nodded his head toward Appius. “Now him.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she climbed over to sit between his knees.
She grinned at Lykos as her fist circled Appius’ cock. “Yes, Father.”
He barely had time to react. Her mouth was already on his cock, her expert little tongue working over his shaft, getting him wet and ready for her mouth. His cock throbbed as she placed a soft little kiss on the head, and he glanced over at Lykos as she began to slide him down her throat.
“Father?”
Lykos laughed. “Forgot to mention that, did I?”
“Wasn’t aware you had a daughter.” Appius groaned as she guided him past her mouth, hands curled into fists as the tip of his cock worked its way into her hot, tight little throat. He thrusted his hips up, just the slightest bit, to feel her tighter around him.
“Its been awhile. I didn’t have her when you last saw me.”
He looked down at the little whore at his feet, his cock sliding between her full little lips as her father watched. “And how is it a daughter of yours is on her knees sucking cock in a whore-house? I find it hard to believe your wife would allow it.”
“She doesn’t belong to Lyssanda. Whose dead, by the way.”
That made more sense. The slut had fair skin, big blue-green eyes, light hair. Even more telling, she was, as far as he could see, pleasant to be around. Obviously not Lyssandra’s child. He fucking hated Lykos’ wife. Always had. Couldn’t say he was sorry to hear that. He doubted Lykos was either.
He groaned as her hand cupped his balls, her mouth fucking his cock at a furious pace. He was too close, and he was enjoying this far too much to let her taste his cum this soon.
He slapped her hard across the cheek and fisted his hand in her hair. “Slow the fuck down.”
She jerked. Her watery eyes lowered away from his as her father laughed. Her cheek bloomed with the red imprint of his fingers.
“Little whore gets too excited sometimes.”
She slowed. Obediently. He liked that in a whore. He leaned forward, rewarding her with soft slaps to her little tits. Her throat vibrated around his cock as she moaned, and tightened as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. He slammed his cock harder down her throat as he stood up. He took her by the hair, and guided her head. He wanted it faster now. He looped her hair around his fist, pulling her hard, yanking her head back and forth as he set the pace. He could see the saliva, wet around her mouth as she gagged around his cock. Patrons and whores alike were watching him fuck her throat, and he liked it.
“You like that?” He asked her, knowing that she did. Her round little ass was up in the air, her hips rocking back and forth and her strangled, muffled cries carried over the music as his cock pounded into her little open mouth. He watched her eyes as his dick disappeared and reappeared past her lips, watched as her mouth stretched wide to take him. She was sucking hard, her little pink cheeks hollowing and her tongue worked fast little circles on the underside of his shaft even as she choked.
She sucked a dick like she was born to do it. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, pussy soaked; she loved it. Loved getting her face fucked in a room full of people, loved that she was being watched, that she was desired. He wondered if she liked that her own father was watching.
“Stay on your knees, lean back, open your mouth,” he commanded.
She obeyed. Her little breasts shook as she panted. Her eyes were watering from the assault on her throat, but she opened her mouth wide. She wanted his cum. She was desperate for it.
“Please,” she begged. She squeezed her tits with a soft little whimper as he stroked his cock. He was so close to her that his dick slapped against her lips as he pumped his fist over the length.
He groaned as he finally came. Thick cum hit her lips, her nose, her tongue. She whimpered, struggling to keep her mouth open. Her tongue twitched, she looked like she was fighting herself not to try to lick the cum off her lips. When he was finally spent, she closed her eyes, head tilted back. She trembled as he looked down at her, her pretty, lightly freckled face covered in his cum.
“Swallow it.”
She grinned as she obeyed. Her moans were soft, but he heard them, as she licked the cum off her lips.
“Good girl.”
She blushed as she got to her feet, and Lykos pulled her closer to him. His hand snaked up between her legs and pushed to of his fingers into her cunt. He head rolled back, face to the ceiling, eyes closed. Appius watched her thin, young little body shake as her father finger fucked her cunt right there in the open.
Lykos slapped her ass and beckoned to two of his guards. “Take Callia to be cleaned.”
Her eyes widened like she’d just remembered something and her hands flew to her mouth.
“Yes, yes. Your brother is waiting for you. Go.”
Her body shook as the guards took her by the arms. She looked afraid.
Appius had heard all about Lykos’ sons. There wasn’t a man in the country who didn’t fear them. Especially the eldest, Cassius. He’d met him, some fifteen or so years ago. He’d been a sullen, angry fourteen year old boy who wanted nothing to do with anything but a sword.
Apparently he’d grown into a fearsome man. He hadn’t expected anything less.
He felt sorry for the poor little whore if that’s where she was headed.
[center]CALLIA[/center]
Callia shifted, wincing as the stone floor dug hard into her knees. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. The chain attached to her metal collar was jingling; that’s how she knew how badly she was shaking. Her stomach churned, her was mouth dry. Tears gathered in her eyes. She was having trouble catching her breath.
She was chained to the bedpost of her oldest brother’s bed, and she’d been late getting to his room. She was supposed to be getting ready when her father had called her over to suck that man’s cock. She’d forgotten that Cassius was expecting her, but even if she hadn’t forgotten, it wasn’t like she could have told her father ‘no.’ Lykos expected complete obedience from all of the women he owned, and she was no exception. The fact that she shared his blood made no difference to him. Her mother has been a slave. That made her a slave as well.
Her brother’s slaves had been furious when she’d arrived late. They were usually gentle with her as they prepared her for him, but not this time. She wasn’t the only one who would be punished, even though it was her fault alone. So they’d bathed her with water far too close to scalding, scrubbed her skin with wire brushes until she was bright pink and begging them to stop. They had been gentle when they held her legs open to shave her, though. Cassius would have been livid if they’d marred her skin before he got his hands on her.
Now she knelt, freezing on the stone floor. Her skin had been freshly lotioned so it would be supple and soft under his hands, and his cane or whip. Her hair was still damp, curling softly around her face.
She trembled, from both cold and fear as the door opened. How angry would he be with her? She tried to keep her eyes trained on the floor, but he was undressing. He didn’t look at her or speak to her as he took off his clothing. He never did. It was their secret little game. She’d pretend like she wasn’t watching him, and he’d pretend like he didn’t notice. It was the only disobedience he allowed.
She dropped her eyes as he stalked over to her, as he stood in front of her. His cock was hard already, long and thick and curved slightly to the left, bigger than their other four brothers’ cocks. Even far bigger than their father’s. She reminded herself not to lick her lips. She had to obey, even though she craved him. Even though she was terrified of him.
He didn’t speak even as he unhooked the chain from her collar and jerked her to her feet. She could tell he was furious; his body hummed with pent-up rage and her stomach dropped into her feet. Would this be the day he lost control? Would this be the day she met the side of her brother that the entire Republic was terrified of? They were both frightened and reverent of him, Rome’s own personal God of Death in mortal flesh.
He pushed her hard against the apparatus he’d had made especially for her body, and strung her arms up and tied them high above her head with coarse ropes. She was facing away from him, her arms tied just high enough that she could barely stand on the tips of her toes. A belt circled her waist, preventing her from any freedom of movement.
She didn’t even have time to brace herself before the first blow. It was the cane. And it landed across the backs of her legs, just under her ass with a stinging thwack. She hissed in air, it felt like a line the length of the cane had been sliced with a straight razor. It burned, even more than usual, on her icy skin. She whimpered. Five more hits followed, each one harder and more painful than the last. Each accompanied by the sound of the cane hitting her flesh, and the burning, searing pain. She slipped, sagging against her ropes. Had it not been for the belt, she’d have hurt herself. Maybe separated her arm from her shoulder.
Her brother was against her back before she could find her footing, holding her still before the belt could dig into her skin. Her toes found the ground again as his lips found her ear.
“You disobeyed me, Callia. What was your order?”
She shivered against him. His skin was warm, hot even and she could feel his cock pressing hard against her back. “I was to go to work. To dance for the men, to let them touch me. To make them want me. But not to let them fuck me.”
His teeth grazed her neck. “So you remembered. I’d hoped you’d just forgotten.”
He pulled away from her, and the cane cracked hard against her ass. She bit down hard, but couldn’t keep from crying out. It hurt; it hurt so fucking badly on her soft, oiled skin. Her breasts heaved against the board, the material rough against her sensitive nipples. His cane worked up her back in strokes that seemed to grow harder with every count. By the time he reached her shoulders, she was choking back sobs.
His hand snaked around her body, and he caught her nipple between his fingers. At first it felt good and then he pinched harder… twisted it between his thumb and forefinger until she cried out.
“Why did you disobey my order?”
She could taste her salty tears against her lips. She’d finally done it. “F-father commanded it. The man was his friend. He told me to suck his cock. I wouldn’t-”
He was back against her, his skin pressing hard against the welts that covered her skin. He kissed her neck before pulling away. He struck her again. And again. This time working his way back down starting at her shoulders. He criss-crossed the strikes over the last set. Her back, she knew, would look like a finely drawn grid. Every lash, every inflamed red strike, would be perfectly equidistant from the last. They would cross in the exact same place, every time. He was that controlled. That methodical.
“You wouldn’t what, Sis? I saw you. I watched. You were enjoying it. You loved that father was watching your face get covered in another man’s cum.”
Callia whimpered after a hoarse, tear-filled laugh. Her voice was raw. “Of course I did.
She tried to turn to face him. He moved so that he could look in her eyes.
“Thats what I was trained for. How old were you when you got your first wooden sword, Cassius? Before you had ever received one day’s training? I was far younger than that when I began mine. I was taught, and trained and educated on how to please. How to dance, how to tease. How to suck, how to fuck. I started so early I barely remember the early years. Of course I loved it. How could I not?”
She tensed as his hand neared her face, she never knew if he would stroke her cheek or slap it. He brushed away the tears on her face. She tried to ignore the hope that rose in her chest.
“Who owns you Callia?”
She gritted her teeth against the fear. She knew that answer he wanted. She also knew the truth. She could lie and please him. Or she could tell the truth. No one lied to Cassius.
“Father.” She admitted defiantly, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “Father owns me. Body and mind. He controls when I eat, when I sleep, when I fuck, and if I get to live, Cassius. And daughter or not, if there is ever a day when I refuse him, he would not hesitate, nor even blink, as he killed me.”
Her brother’s body tensed against her, shaking and seething with anger and she knew she’d given the wrong answer. When his blue eyes met hers, she was paralyzed with fear. She’d never seen that much rage in one man’s face. She should have lied, she should have-
He jerked her face to his, their noses touched. His jaw clenched and she could feel his hand shaking, jerking with fury. But his voice was quiet. Calmer than she’d ever heard him. It was terrifying.
“Do you think I’d let that happen?”
Her body sagged with relief. She finally felt like she could breathe. She leaned her face against his, and his lips found the tears on her cheeks.
He licked away the salty tears on her face and stepped behind her. He kicked a step between her legs for her to stand on, and moved the belt up, holding her in place at the perfect height for…
“Tell me, little sister. Do you think I’d let him?”
“No.” She breathed hard as he pushed her legs open. Her wrists were still tied, the coarse material chaffing her skin. She wasn’t wet, not yet. She’d been too afraid; but not afraid of being hurt. Afraid that she’d lost his favor.
He didn’t care. His cock was between her legs, and then, in one fast, painful, burning stoke he was inside her. She screamed against the board she was tied to as he filled her. His cock, it was so thick. So hard, it hit so deep inside her cunt. It even hurt when she’d had time to fully prepare, time to get wet… But he liked it when it hurt her. Liked to force his way in dry and feel her cunt get wet around him. And she liked when she pleased him. She could feel his skin against hers as she stilled, and his mouth hot against her neck. His teeth dug at her skin as he stretched her tight little pussy to fit around him. Short strokes, never pulling out more than an inch.
His teeth grazed her ear. “That’s it Callia, just like that. I love feeling you get wet around me. So wet.”
He pulled back, leaving only the thick head of his cock in her pussy, and then drove it back in. Harder, faster than the first. He pressed his chest against her, and the welts from her beating burned and ached, but it didn’t matter. The pain didn’t matter because he was inside her, fucking her, pounding her little cunt while she screamed for him. It was worth it.
He was deep inside her when she felt him fumbling with the belt, could hear his frustrated gasps as he tore it off the board. He pulled out and spun her until she faced him. He stared into her eyes, bit at her lip and knelt to pick up his sword.
She shivered as he traced the razor sharp point up her belly, and up, between her breasts. He turned it horizontal, and held it to her throat as he slammed his cock back inside her. He stayed there still. Watching her, his blade to her throat.
Callia met his eyes, holding herself perfectly still. Still as a statue. And then she squeezed her cunt hard around his cock… and smiled. She felt his cock jerk inside her, his muscles tighten as he stroked one more time. She knew what was coming. She wrapped her legs tight around his back, and his mouth covered hers as he cut the ropes that bound her wrists.
It had been a test. To see if she feared him in that moment. She’d passed.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her like she weighed nothing and threw her on the bed. And then he was on top of her, between her legs, cock once again buried in pussy. Where it belonged.
He wasn’t gentle. He slapped her face as he fucked her harder and deeper than any man ever had. He held her hands, still braceleted with rope, above her head, pining her still as he filled her, over and over. Her back arched off the bed as her legs began to shake, and she writhed underneath him.
“Cassius.. I’m-”
He kissed her neck softly before his hands moved to circle her throat. “I know. Cum for me. Cum with my cock inside you.”
His hands tightened on her throat as her cunt tightened on his cock. Her screams were muffled, and he choked her, hard, as her wet little cunt shook around his cock. Her eyes were wide open, watering as she struggled to breathe, struggled to scream… but it was Cassius’ name on her lips as she came with her brother’s cock deep inside her.
He released her throat as she collapsed, breathless and smiling, back against the bed.
The door slammed open. She barely tilted her head until she she could see her brother. Well, a different brother. Marcus. The youngest of the boys, but still almost six years older than her.
“Cass, they’ve found another one. We need to leave now.”
Cassius ignored him. She smiled. He wasn’t done with her yet.
[center]CASSIUS[/center]
Fucking Marcus.
He ignored his youngest brother as he drove his cock back inside his sister’s wet, still trembling cunt. She was breathless underneath him, pussy still gripping his cock hard, still shuddering with aftershocks. He’d wanted to taste her, kiss her mouth, bury his face in her neck as he filled her with cum… but they had an audience now. He would not show his brother his weakness. He only had one. He’d kill anyone. Sit back and watch anyone be killed if he could gain from it. Brothers, father… He hadn’t shed a tear or blinked an eye when his mother died. But he could not lose Callie. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. No one could know that. Because then she could be used against him.
They all fucked her. His father, all of his brothers. But she meant nothing to them. She was just a pretty toy to be played with. Something to amuse them, to pass the time.
He needed to hurt her. Needed Marcus to see. He hauled his hand back and slapped Callia hard across the face. He felt the slap himself. His palm stung, but she’d squeezed tight around his cock, and her hips pushed off the bed, driving her little cunt up to meet him.
He could hear himself, a low, steady growl barely audible over her frantic cries. Could hear the sound of his cock driving inside her, his balls slapping against her ass.
Her lips were full, red and swollen from his rough kisses. Her eyes were still watery and his hand print blazed red and angry on her cheek. Her throat was red and raw. He knew that tomorrow it would be bruised with the perfect impression of his fingers and every time he saw her he’d think about his hands on her throat and that look in her eye. Fuck, he needed to slow down. Slow.
He hovered over her, her back arching as she grinded against his cock. If he was the type to smile, this was one of the rare moments when he would. He turned to look at his brother, a look that had prompted many a man to turn tail and run. A look that promised a slow and painful death.
“Enjoying the show, Brother?”
Marcus shrugged. “Seen better. Done better, probably to the same whore.”
Cassius tensed. He was not going to kill his brother. He wasn’t. He repeated that to himself. Made it a mantra. “Get out Marcus. I’ll meet you downstairs when I’m finished. Go.”
Marcus was only twenty. And not that bright. But for once, he listened.
Cassius waited for the door to click shut, and this his mouth was on Callia’s.
He slid inside her, his pace still slow. But deep. If he slowed his strokes he could go so much fucking deeper inside her, drive it up until his sister’s pretty little eyes rolled back in her head.
“I love hurting you, Cal.”
She smiled. It was a weak, exhausted, sated smile and it made his fucking cock jerk.
He wrapped his hands around her throat. One last time. He tightened them as he impaled her, his hands catching the breath in her throat. He choked her, watching her gasp and struggle against him as he pounded her cunt, fucked it raw, made sure she’d be sore afterward. His cock throbbed inside her as he watched her face turn red. He could push it to the last second. She wouldn’t fight him. Even as his cock drilled her and she gasped for air and started to go limp and dizzy, she wouldn’t try to pry his hands off her neck.
She stared up at him, choking, and he stared down at her tear filled, bloodshot eyes. There was fear in her gaze. Of course. But there was something else, something he’d never seen in the eyes of another human soul, not even his brothers. Trust. No matter how badly he hurt her, she knew she was safe. He lov- Don’t even think it, Cassius.
He let her go, and she gasped and choked against his mouth as he came. He covered her body with his, spilling hot, thick cum deep inside his little sister’s soaking wet cunt. He could feel her shaking again, coming again with him, his mouth catching her screams as she did.
She was breathless, still whimpering as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“I want to kill them all Callie.” He finally admitted, his cock still buried inside her.
She looked up at him, exhausted and completely satisfied. “Who?”
“Every man I see inside your mouth. Inside your cunt. Or your ass. Every man that touches what belongs to me. And when I see you cum, screaming like that with another man inside you… sometimes I want to kill you, too.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He kissed her lips.
“Never,” he promised.
“You want me all to yourself?” She grinned as if that were the craziest thing she’d ever heard.
“No.” He watched her tremble as he ground his hips against hers. “I still want to see you get fucked. But I want them to have to go through me, to know that the only reason they get to touch you is because I allow it. I want them to know that I own you.”
She bit her lip as she grinned up at him. “I’d like that.”
He sighed. There was work to be done. He pulled his cock out of her pussy slowly, watching her shudder. “Clean me up, Callie.”
She smiled and got to her hand and knees. She knelt between his legs and he stared at the patchwork of angry red welts on her back as she licked his cum and hers off his dick. He closed his eyes, reveling in her soft moans as she kissed and licked and sucked him greedily.
He stroked her face one last time as she helped him dress.
“Stay in here tonight, Callia. I’ll tell father that I wasn’t finished with you. I want you in my bed when I get home.”
She looked puzzled. Unsure. Scared, even. “You… you want me to sleep in your bed?”
He kissed her forehead as she strapped his sword to his waist. “Yes. Now turn around. I want to see your back one more time before I leave.”

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The Damaged Stowaway

This the first of hopefully, a few chapters to Lily’s story, where she flees her father, only to find herself in the hands of a different kind of fatherly figure. Her innocence and hopefulness making her vulnerable, and wanting.

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A New Day, A New Us part 10

For this chapter I did somethings that may turn off a few readers especially if you read the tags that I used to describe it. I am constantly trying to push myself as a writer and need to be able to push certain boundries with my work. Some of these things aren’t going to be every chapter items but this is part of the climax and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Teaching High School Girls Part 5

A few hours later, when the girls arrived after dinner, they rang the doorbell, and he invited them in. They were wearing matching short pleated skirts and low cut blouses. He said, “Girls, you remember Zoe, my daughter.” They smiled and curtsied, saying, “Nice to meet you again Miss Zoe.” When they curtsied, they lifted their skirts, and he and Zoe bot caught a glimpse of their pantyless pussies.
Zoe said, “Wow you two have very polite manners.” He said, “Yes, well there’s a reason for that, I’ll explain everything.” They went and sat in the living room, Zoe next to her dad, and the girls on the other side.
He tells her their story, but leaves out April, and that the girls are pregnant. He tells about the break in, and them becoming submissive to him. After hearing all of that, much more made sense to Zoe. It’s obvious to her how much the two girls sitting there care about her dad, and are truly committed to him. She says, “Dad, that’s an amazing story. I would love to stay and get to know the girls better, if that’s ok.”
The girls look to him to give her an answer, hoping it’s yes, and he says, “Of course baby, I would love that too! I want us all to become closer, like a family. The girls will be around for a long time hopefully.” She gave him a big warm hug, then went over and sat next to Hollie, and reached over and hugged them both like they were sisters. He got up and said, “Ok you three, I’ll leave you alone to get to know each other now, you just behave.”
“Hollie and Katie, I want you to obey Zoe like you would obey me ok?” They both nod enthusiastically, and he said to Zoe, “I can trust you not to abuse your responsibility right?” She flashes him a brief, but sultry smile and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.” The girls all laugh, and he just grins and leaves them, shocked at what a little succubus his daughter was turning out to be.
When 11 o’clock rolled around, he knew it was time for the girls to get home. He came out of his room, but didn’t see them in the living room. He heard giggling coming from Zoe’s room, so he went upstairs. He knocked, and heard Zoe say, “Come in!” in her sing-song voice, out of breath from laughing.
He opened the door, and the girls were trying to act natural, like they had almost gotten caught doing something naughty. He smiled, and said, “What are you three up to?” They giggled and said, “Nothing!” He knew that was a lie, but said, “It’s time for the girls to leave unfortunately.” They were sad, but the girls complied without complaint. As they walked past him, they kissed him goodbye. He said, “Oh, I managed to get some absentee slips for you two for tomorrow, you don’t have to go to school. I was thinking you should come over and spend the day with Zoe, you seem to have hit it off tonight.” The girls beamed, and Zoe cheered.
After they left, he said to Zoe, “What’s that behind your back?” She clearly didn’t think he saw it, but she reluctantly brought her hand in front of her, holding her digital camera. He said, “What were you doing with that?” although he already knew. She said, “Just taking some pictures,” innocently.
He said, “Can I see those pictures?” She said, “Sure!” and jumped up, plugging the camera into her computer. Soon images of Hollie and Katie were displayed on the screen, striking poses. As Zoe flipped through them, the girls’ poses became more provocative, and they were wearing less and less clothes. Zoe was watching him to gauge his reaction, but he remained stone faced.
He saw the girls flashing their tits and pussies, with their fingers all over themselves and each other. He said, “You’re quite the photographer.” She smiled, and said “It helps to have such sexy models.” He replied, “I’m glad you find them as sexy as I do,” and got up. Before he left the room, he said “Get some sleep, you’ve got a date early tomorrow.”
He had trouble sleeping himself that night. He couldn’t get the image of his daughter fucking his two sex slaves out of his head.
The next day, Jeff comes home from school a little early at 4. With his help, Hollie and Katie had taken the day off from school. He gave them forged excused absence passes so that they could stay home with Zoe all day and get to know her. He couldn’t concentrate all day imagining what they might be doing at home alone.
He walked in, and into the living room. That’s when he saw them out on the pool patio. He froze right where he was, astonished at what he saw. Zoe was sprawled out on a deck chair, with Hollie’s face buried between her legs. From where he was he couldn’t see much, as she was facing away from him. As he crept closer to the windows, he saw Zoe’s bikini bottom on the ground next to her chair, and saw that Hollie was completely naked. Once close enough, he saw Katie was sitting in a chair to his left, also completely naked, with her leg propped up and her fingers buried in her pussy.
He can’t believe he’s watching his innocent little girl fuck these two high school girls. He can’t see exactly what’s going on between Zoe’s legs, but all he knows is he wants to see more. He thinks to himself, “She has to know that I’ll see her doing this, right?” He decides to find out, and moves toward the right, trying to get a better view of his gorgeous daughter.
As he inches closer and closer to being able to see her beautiful body in full, something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looks up, and sees his neighbor’s house, and the woman standing in front of the second floor window looking at them. He freezes, first in a panic, but then gets a hold of himself. The woman seems to be watching them, not running to call the neighbors about her new piece of juicy gossip.
He quickly makes a decision. He doesn’t know if the woman has seen him watching the girls, so he storms outside, yelling at them. “Zoe! What do you think you’re doing! I leave you alone for one day, and this is what you do? You bring your friends over and do this debauchery? In my own house!”
As he yells, Zoe looks utterly confused, and a bit hurt. She obviously expected a very different reaction from him, one more welcoming, and so she covers herself up with her towel. Hollie and Katie stand up with their heads bowed in a submissive posture. He barks at them, “Cover yourselves up and get inside, right now!”
The school girls obey immediately, but Zoe goes more slowly. Watching her disappointment and shame is horrible, and he thinks, “Just a few moments more sweetie.” Once inside, he slams the door, and pulls the blinds shut. Finally convinced that they have their privacy back, he turns to the girls. Zoe says, her voice quaking with the fear that she’s just ruined her relationship with her father, “Daddy, I’m so sorry, I just…”
She doesn’t know how to finish, and trails off, when he says, “No baby, don’t be sorry. I didn’t want to react like that, but you three were careless. There was a woman next door watching everything you were doing!” The girls all gasp in horror, and Zoe says, “But I didn’t see anyone!”
The anger he was trying to suppress rising in his voice, he says, “Of course not, but she was there. So now I have to go talk to her and try to convince her that what she saw was just the one time indiscretion if some teenagers, and not what it really is.” All three girls look ashamed, and apologize, which softens him a bit. He says, “Look, you three just stay right here, I’ll be back.” They nod, and he leaves the house.
He crosses the yard to the neighbor’s house, which feels like a million miles away. He doesn’t see her looking out of any windows, which might be good or bad. He reaches the door, prepares himself, and rings the doorbell. He hears a woman’s voice call out, “Come in!” He hesitates, and then opens the door.
He steps inside, and calls out “Hello? It’s your next door neighbor.” The voice says, “Come in, I’m here in the kitchen.” He heads into the house, and sees her sitting to his right as he passes the door. She’s seated on a bar stool at her counter, wearing a black and gold kimono.
She looks to be in her late 40’s, but very fit. She says, “Come in, don’t just stand there.” He says, “I’m Jeff, I live next door.” She’s holding a mixed drink, and says, “I know who you are Jeff. Can I get you a drink?” He shakes his head, puzzled by her attitude, and says, “Sorry to come over unannounced, but I’m afraid there’s been a bit of an embarrassing situation.”
She playfully says, “Oh has there?” He senses she’s toying with him, but continues, “Yes, I think you may have seen something a short while ago that might have given you the wrong impression. You see, my daughter, she’s a little on the rebellious side, and is always trying to push my buttons.”
The mystery woman shifts in her seat, and her kimono falls open to her navel, giving him an ample view of her cleavage. She either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care, so Jeff continues, “Anyway, I hope that we’ll be able to come to an understanding and put this whole thing behind us.”
She looks at him after he finished speaking, the faintest smile on her lips, then finally her straight face breaks, and she bursts out laughing. He’s confused, and she says, “Oh Jeff, this is too good. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t tease you, but it’s too much fun. Relax a bit won’t you? Come sit down.” She motions to the bar stool next to hers, and not sure what her game is, he plays along.
He sits, and she says, “Don’t worry Jeff, if I was the gossiping type, I’d have had time to tell every housewife in the state by now.” He looks at her suspiciously, and she says in a conspiratorial tone, “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen scandalous behavior at your house.” He doesn’t know if she’s bluffing, so he keeps a straight face. She says, “I understand why you’d play it cool, you don’t want to let a stranger in on your secrets, but trust me, I’m the discreet type.”
As she says this, she runs a hand down the opening of her kimono, from her neck down to her breasts, pulling the material aside even further. As his eyes were drawn down, she slowly spread her legs toward him, sending the silk sliding off her legs, and revealing her perfectly tanned shaven pussy to him.
She says, “I know I have you at a disadvantage, and that you’re a man who likes to be in control. So here’s your chance, take control. Give me the chance to prove you can trust me.”
He says, “How do I know you aren’t just trying to get even more dirt on me?” She coyly says, “Only one way to find out,” and spreads her legs farther, sliding toward him. He stands, and moves closer to her, close enough to kiss her. She rubs her thighs on his legs gently, and he reaches up to her face. But instead of kissing her, he grabs her hair and pulls her off her stool, throwing her on the ground.
She lands on her back on the cool tile floor, and he’s on top of her in an instant. He pins her arms down, and says, “Tell me what you know about me!” She smiles, and says, “You’ll have to make me tell you.” He’s stunned by how horny, yet submissive she is. Every ounce of her is begging him to take her.
He obliges her, pulling his dick out of his pants and feeding it to her. He plunges it roughly into her mouth, and she greedily swallows it. As she sucks, he pushes farther and farther down her throat. When he lets up, he repeats his question, and says with a coy grin, “I know that you’re a high school teacher with a few problem students, plus one very curious daughter.”
He says, “What do you know about what we’ve done?” She shuts her mouth and raises her eyebrows to say, ‘You know what to do.’ He thinks, “She really wants to be abused! She’s forcing me to fuck her to tell me her secrets! Maybe she’s a kindred spirit after all.” He slides his dick back down her throat, all the way to the hilt this time. She swallows it whole. This is the deepest any woman has ever taken his dick before.
Again he relents, and she says, “You spent a weekend fucking the high schoolers, but two of them came back for more. The third is off plotting her revenge as we speak no doubt. I don’t think you’ve had the older girl, despite how much she obviously wants her daddy’s cock.” This time he starts fucking her face before asking his question, “Who have you told?”
This time she simply says, “No one, and I never will. What you do in that house isn’t anyone else’s business but yours.” He says sarcastically, “And yours apparently.” She grins devilishly, and says, “I’ve got to have a hobby.” He holds her face down, and jerks his dick against it until he starts blasting his cum all over her face. He coats her face hair and tits, and once finished, he gets up.
She doesn’t move from her place on the floor, instead she just moves her hand to her naked pussy and starts rubbing her clit. She says, “Well Jeff, do you believe me now?” she says, “Maybe, but I’ll take some insurance just to be sure.” He takes out his phone, and starts to record her as she writhes on the tile, fingering herself closer to orgasm. She stares into the camera, almost proud to be filmed debasing herself with his cum all over her. She said, “I always thought I was prettiest with a load of cum on my face.”
She continues until she cums, reveling in the show she’s putting on for him. After she finishes, she says, “Well?” he looks at her and says, “Well what?” She replied, “Aren’t you even going to ask me my name?” he says, “No, I’ll find out on my own. Follow me.” She obeys, standing up and following him as he walks out of the kitchen. Her robe is hanging open freely, and she makes no effort to conceal herself or question him.
He finds her bedroom, which overlooks his pool. It’s the only window that does, so he starts looking around. He finds her laptop, and opens it. He opens her email, and starts to snoop. She simply stands there watching him, almost delighted at the invasion. He finds her name, Nora, and searches for anything about his family, while she slides two fingers into her pussy. She orgasms again watching him, and soon he’s satisfied that she hasn’t been talking about them.
He looks through her closet and her dressers for cameras or pictures, but finds nothing. Finally he says, “Seems what you told me checks out. But since you know so much about me, it’s time for you to tell me your story. Let’s go get you showered while you fill me in.”
He leads her to the bathroom, and she drops her robe, and runs the shower. “Well, I’m actually a retired schoolteacher too! I moved here about a year ago for the peace and quiet of this rural neighborhood. I never had any kids of my own, so when I saw what was going on, I wanted to be included. I knew I couldn’t though, not until the right moment.”
He says, “Which was today.” She grinned, and said, “Yes. I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucked myself with my vibrator standing at that window, wishing I was one of those girls. All my life I’ve wanted a strong man to take me like you did, be my master, but I never got it. Until now hopefully.”
He saw nothing but truth and sincerity in her eyes, and felt that he could trust her. After her shower, he says, “I feel a connection with you Nora, and I think you’re someone I can trust to help me with my problems.” She’s ecstatic, and says, “Yes, anything!”
As she showers, washing his cum off her face, he tells her, “The girls names are Hollie and Katie. Zoe’s my daughter. Zoe doesn’t know it yet, but the girls are both pregnant.” She gives him a look that’s half admonition, and half arousal. He continues, “So is April.” Now she’s really intrigued and says, “Is Zoe too?” He shakes his head, and says, “I haven’t had sex with Zoe.”
She says, “Was there an unspoken ‘yet’ on the end of that sentence?” He smiled and said, “You’re very observant. Yes, I’ve been fantasizing about it, but I don’t want to take advantage of her before she’s ready.” Nora thought ‘the girl’s obviously ready, she’s practically begging for it,’ but she left that subject for another time.
She said, “Well, we’ll have to deal with the pregnancies quickly then.” He said, “Do you have any ideas?” She said, “A few, but first let’s go meet the girls.” She dried off, reveling in Jeff ogling her tight body. He takes in her body, admiring her pert natural breasts, her beautiful legs, and her evenlt tanned skin. She clearly spends a lot of time tanning and working out.
As she dresses, he asks her, “So how does a teacher afford to retire at your age?” She said, “My parents left me quite a bit of money in the inheritance. My father always doted on me, not unlike you do Zoe, and made sure that I would be well off.”
She finally is finished dressing, wearing an outfit that’s halfway between stern schoolmarm and sexy librarian. He says, “You’re amazingly beautiful. How old are you?” He had never asked a woman that before so bluntly, but instead of the usual appalled reaction, she simply answered, “I’m 49.” He said, “You’re gorgeous for 49, you don’t look anywhere near it.” She thanked him, and said, “Let’s go meet the girls!”
TO BE CONTINUED

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