Domination/submission

The Redhead in the Killer Kollar

In order to save the life of a very interesting, naked messenger who showed up on his doorstep, W is forced to hold a demonstration party for his new Orgasmatron Ultra.
This is a BDSM techo-nerd adventure/mystery. There is a non-consensual Master-Slave relationship, and consensual participation in the demonstration of the Orgasmatron Ultra which does what its name implies, takes women to orgasm multiple times.

My unknown submissive side (cont)

I woke up with the light smell of cum on my face and quickly realizing what happened the night before. As I went into the shower, the urge to masturbate was incredible and it took all my willpower not to do it. I tried to think of something else, but I kept coming back to last night. Eventually I got out the shower and started getting dressed, where I unconsciously started looking for a pair of panties, when it hit me that I couldn’t wear any since he took them the night before.
I put on a dark blue skirt that was longer than I usually wear due to the no underwear situation. Then I put on a long sleeve shirt and a jacket which I buttoned up (something I also rarely do). The feeling of my bare breasts touching the shirts fabric was very unusual for me, not to mention the feeling of not having any panties as well. I finished off the outfit with full length stockings and heels which I usually wear to work. The stockings did little to ease my mind of the fact I had no panties.
I was already sufficiently wet by the time I got to work and had to go to the toilet to clean up my wetness. The rest of the day went much the same, with my mind wandering and getting myself wet and needing to clean up regularly. I was getting desperate to cum now, but something in my head kept me from doing it, knowing I would be going against his orders.
After a less than productive day, I eventually got home and changed into a skirt and shirt. I was getting used to the braless feeling, but every time I sat down, I would be reminded that I’m not wearing panties. Then around 6pm, he called me. He simply said, “I’m coming over in about half an hour, I want the door unlocked and you naked and kneeling at the door when I get there”. Then he hung up before I could get a word in.
So I waited about 25 minutes before I got undressed and went to the door. I unlocked it and looked through the window to see if anyone was outside. I didn’t see anyone and thought maybe I should just wait there until I see someone before I go to kneel. But the thought made me feel like I wasn’t doing as I was told, so I stepped back a few feet from the door and kneeled on the carpet. I was getting very wet again and kept having to wipe the wetness with my hand.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact more like 15 minutes I heard someone coming up to the door. It swung open and in he walked with a lady around his arm. I was speechless as they walked past me, with him giving me a pat on the head as he did. I still had no idea what was happening, but was still incredibly turned on by it.
I heard them sit down on the couch and talk softly. I was still kneeling and wasn’t sure what to do. Thankfully after a few minutes, he called me over. As I was getting up, he quickly said “no, crawl”. I got back down to my knees and started crawling towards them. I looked up to see them both smiling and looked back down until I got to their feet.
I looked up at them again, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. After whispering something into her ear, he told me to lie down on my back and masturbate for them. As I was lying down and getting my hand onto my soaking pussy, he added that I have to ask for permission if I wanted to cum. I nodded and began rubbing my slit for them and after a short while, put two fingers into my warm, wet pussy. I kept fingering it and after a short while, I moaned to ask if I may cum. To my disappointment, he said no and to keep going. I had to slow down and ease up on the pressure I was fingering, but I kept going.
After another few minutes, I again moaned to ask if I may cum, to which he again said no, but this time also to stop and kneel again. I reluctantly did as he ordered and as I got up, I saw them making out and her stroking his hard cock. I was extremely jealous and wanted to say something, but thought better of it. I just kept watching as the kept kissing and whispering to each other while she carried on stroking his cock and he was rubbing her pussy inside her skirt.
Then he told me to take off her panties, which I did while he kept playing with her pussy. Next he told me to put them in my mouth, which I again did without question. I could taste her juices on the panties and I was sort of turned on at their scent. I kept watching them as she came down and undid his jeans and took out his cock. She proceeded to suck it while glancing at me every few seconds. I tried touching my pussy, but he simply shook his head as if to say I shouldn’t, which made me even more wet and by now the wetness was running down my legs at quite a rate.
After a while, I heard him groaning while she moaned. I realized that he had cum in her mouth at this point which once again got me jealous for some reason. He then told me to put on the thong that was in my mouth, so I stood up and took them out and slid them on. They were quite tight, but I didn’t say anything and kneeled again. Then he told me to close my eyes, open my mouth and tilt my head back. I did as he ordered and heard her stand up and come towards me. Next thing I knew she was spitting the cum into my mouth and as it was happening, I heard him say to keep it in my mouth. When she was done, I looked at them as they got dressed, still horny and confused.
Then she approached me again and put a business card in her thong which I was still wearing. She winked at me and they headed towards the door. Just before they left, I heard him say, “you are allowed to cum now, as many times as you want. But only as long as you keep my cum in your mouth. Once you swallow, you aren’t allowed to cum anymore”. With that he closed the door and I heard them drive off.
After a short while, the shock wore off and I got onto the couch. I took off the tight thong and looked at the card she left. On it was her name and phone number and on the back was written, “I could use a slave like you, call me if you’re interested in a Mistress”. A million thoughts once again raced through my head as I began to rub my clit, making sure to not swallow the cum, which was still salty and warm in my mouth. I came very quickly, but I was still horny, so I kept at it for the next half hour, cumming 5 times by the time I was spent and swallowed the now diluted cum. Now totally drained, I fell asleep on the couch as I was.
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Lesbian Cuckold

I’ve been having this fantasy for the past few weeks. I figured I’d write it up and see if anyone else found it as hot as I do. This is a bit stylistically different than most things I write, with less exposition and less dialogue. How do you like the difference?

Rachel’s Shaved Pussy, episode four

I think this one is shorter than the previous three editions. Anyway, um, yeah, fantasy not reality, and fairly daft fantasy at that, but I enjoy it, and ratings consistently in the 90% region suggest others are too. As long as that keeps up, I have more editions to come.

Riding With Sam (Cousin Ashley Gets Her Own Story 2)

Riding With Sam (Plus a bonus story following the main story) by rutger5
Sam was standing there with an uncertain look on her face as she waited for my answer. I was unsure what to do though since I was with my friends and I didn’t wish to blow them off, plus we hadn’t even decided if we were going to the party when Kayla surprised me by speaking.
“Hi I’m Kayla and you don’t know me but I’m a friend of Ashley’s and I remember you from school. Any chance you can give me a ride? That bike is so hawt.”
Kayla stuck her hand out after she breathlessly blurted out her request. Sam shook her hand with a bemused expression on her face and gave me a sidelong glance to which I just shook my head to keep from laughing.
“Sure why not, I’ll give you a ride” Sam said before turning my way “how about you Ash, are you next?”
Without even realizing it I nodded yes which made Sam flash a big smile. She then turned and walked to her bike and pulled her spare helmet from the back and handed it to Kayla who had already climbed on the back and was waiting expectantly. Sam climbed on but before starting the bike she turned back to Kayla. It seemed to me that she subtly flexed her bicep as she adjusted the rear view mirror, her black sleeveless t-shirt showing her arms to their best effect.
“So have you ever ridden before?” she asked her.
“Yeah both my brother and cousin have bikes so I’ve been on motorcycles before, but never a brand new one. This bike is so cool” she said before putting the helmet on.
Carly and I shook our heads from her answer because it was so Kayla that the fact that the bike was new impressed her so much, but she was a label whore and trendsetter wannabe. Right before she put on her helmet Sam winked at me and mouthed “Be right back.”
Then she turned on the engine and throttled it before taking off with Kayla holding her waist tightly. There was part of me that felt a twinge of jealousy as they paused at the entrance to the parking lot before Sam gunned the engine and turned onto the street and drove away. It was me she had asked and I thought she liked me and I found her attractive, even though she was butcher than any girl I’d ever been with.
“So what’s the deal Ash, with this Sam girl I mean?”
“I don’t know about any deal Carly, I cheered at some of her games last school year before she graduated and I ran into her at the mall today when I was looking for a job. She recommended me to the manager and you heard I probably got the job. That’s all there is to it” I answered truthfully except for the last part.
My friends had no knowledge that I’d occasionally had sex with girls. It was something I’d kept to myself figuring people might not understand that sometimes I liked to eat pussy or have the favor returned by a girl. It didn’t change me any or who I was but Sam was different and uncharted territory to me. All my female lovers had been other girly girls like me who liked guys as well. Somehow I couldn’t see Sam with a guy, she was obviously lesbian all the way. And for some reason that turned me on, plus the fact that she was good looking certainly helped. Sam wasn’t beautiful but she had striking features and a really nice smile and a very athletic body with tattooed, chiseled arms.
“Is that all? I swear you were giving each other the eye earlier” Carly replied with a knowing stare.
“Well I can’t help it if she noticed how hot I am.”
Carly didn’t seem convinced of my innocence in the matter though and she shook her head slowly as she considered what to say.
“Listen I know I called her a lezzy earlier but I’m not against them any. Its just that the look you gave her was more than casual and to be honest Ash there have been times that I swore you were checking out girls in the locker room. I know you like guys but I’ve been your friend since 6th grade and sometimes I notice things. I never said anything about it because we all look at the competition some but I always suspected there was more to it than that.”
“Oh my God” I blurted out “does everyone think that about me?”
I’d always been so careful about eyeing other girls and now I realized I wasn’t as slick as I thought. Had I been labeled a secret lesbian? That thought gave me pause and I was worried until Carly laughed.
“So it is true then. Don’t worry Ashley your secret is safe with me. I doubt anyone noticed, its just we’re friends so I’m more tuned in to you then most. Plus we’ve had gym class together the last few years. It wasn’t like you were sitting there drooling or anything. It just seemed strange that you would be so discreet instead of just looking openly, like you didn’t want to be noticed. If it was innocent you wouldn’t care, you know.”
“You don’t hold it against me, do you Carly? I do like guys but I think girls are cute in a different way. I never told people because I didn’t want to be different or be judged.”
“You are my friend and I’m not so shallow you know.”
“Thanks Carly, you are great” I told her before hugging her. “The thing is Sam isn’t like the girls I’m usually attracted to and she is pretty open about liking girls it seems so I doubt anything will happen between us. Don’t want to blow my cover you know.”
“You do what you want Ash, but if you’re attracted to her and like her then why hide it? You never know until you give it a try.”
What Carly said made a lot of sense to me. There was no reason to not see if anything developed between us. Maybe Sam wasn’t actually interested in me, she just might have been admiring my body the way a guy would but thought I was too young or something. She was starting college in the fall while I was just sixteen.
“You might be right Carly but I’m probably just a kid to her. Still I’ll go for a ride and this way I can see if she is interested. But what about you and Kayla? I don’t want to abandon you guys.”
“Don’t worry about us, we’ll head to that party and you can meet us there if you want. Besides with older guys there Kayla will be in her element anyway. And don’t worry about your “secret”. I won’t say a word to anyone including Kayla, but I have to ask Ash. I’m your friend and I’m curious, have you ever checked me out when I was naked around you or thought about me in that way?”
Luckily for me Sam pulled into the parking lot with Kayla at that moment, sparing me from answering her loaded questions at least for now. The motorcycle pulled up and stopped next to us. Kayla carefully climbed off and removed the helmet before handing it to me. Sam also removed her helmet and stared at me expectantly. Looking at my outfit Kayla shook her head.
“I don’t know about riding dressed like that Ash, be careful. By the way what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to the party and Ashley is going for a ride and we can meet up later” Carly said as she took Kayla by the arm.
“Okay bye, see you Ash and thanks for the ride” Kayla said directing the last part to Sam as they headed off talking to each other a mile a minute.
As Sam stood waiting I studied my outfit. I was wearing a light blue tank top with a lacy border and black flats but it was my black skirt I was worried about. It was kind of short and I was afraid it might ride up too high revealing the thong I was wearing beneath but what could I do. Placing the helmet on my head I strapped it on. Unlike Sam’s helmet which had a dark visor the one I was wearing left my face uncovered. Gingerly I lifted my leg as I straddled the bike and once I did I sat and lifted my feet and placed them on the footrests.
“Ashley have you ever been on a motorcycle before?” Sam asked.
“No I haven’t so take it nice and easy to start with and please don’t let me fall off.”
“No problem, you just hold on tight especially on the turns” Sam said as she turned the ignition and the engine roared to life.
Immediately I felt the vibrations from the engine and when Sam revved it a few times it was like the 649 cc’s went straight to my pussy and jump started it. Then she hit the throttle and we were off. She hooked a quick right and we cruised down the street. The feel of the wind against my face was awesome although at first my tummy was filled with butterflies but as she drove I really got into it, especially the feeling between my legs. When we stopped at a red-light I tapped Sam in her side and when she turned I yelled over the sound of the engine.
“If you want to you can go faster.”
Her head nodded in response and she again revved the engine as we waited and as soon as the light turned green the bike took off like a bat out of hell. We easily passed a couple of cars in the left lane as Sam gave it some gas while at the same time coming close to giving me an orgasm. My hands gripped her tightly as we flew around a curve in the street and the bike leaned sideways. As the feeling grew between my legs I buried my face against Sam’s back and held on for dear life. The throbbing machine between my legs felt to me like a giant vibrator. My climax was rapidly approaching when at the next intersection we came to a stop sign.
When Sam stopped she put one of her leather glove clad hands over mine and revved the engine again. As I trembled from the sensation she squeezed my hand firmly. This time it was more than I could take as I felt my juices leak from my climaxing pussy into my drenched panties. The orgasm made me gasp for breath as the bike then drove on but at a low speed as it approached a commercial strip.
At the next parking lot Sam pulled in and came to a stop whereupon she removed her helmet and climbed from the bike. My body was reluctant to move due to my leg muscles still shaking gently as well as that I figured there would be a noticeable wet spot on the seat from when I had cum. Sam met my gaze with her chocolate brown eyes until I glanced down feeling embarrassed as if she could see my thoughts.
“You alright Ashley?” she asked with sincerity in her firm voice.
I just nodded as I didn’t trust my voice right now, I had the feeling she would be able to hear the lust I was feeling reflected in it.
“So if you want me to drop you at some party just let me know, okay, as I don’t know the address.”
I paused for a few seconds before answering as I gathered my thoughts and gained a greater measure of control over my highly aroused body.
“Well I do want to meet up with my friends again and they are going to the party. But you don’t have to just drop me off” I said pausing while I looked straight at Sam. I took a deep breath before continuing as I intended to put it all on the line with her.
“I’d like it if you hung out with me as well, if you want to I mean” I concluded as I hung my head afraid to continue looking at her in case she was about to shoot me down.
She didn’t say a word at first and I was afraid that she was trying to come up with the words to blow me off nicely. Probably along the lines of ‘Well you’re a nice kid, but I go with college women now’ or something to that effect when I felt her hand touch my cheek. Startled by this I brought my head up and when I did Sam’s lips met mine with a kiss.
Her lips were warm and soft and the kiss started gentle but when my hands went around her neck it became harder and fiercer and I felt her hand press against my ribs. Sam’s tongue slipped between my parted lips and when my tongue met it I realized that her tongue was pierced with a tongue ball. As we kissed I felt my already heated loins become even gooier from her touch as her strong hand traced its way toward my butt. Suddenly from a passing car a voice called out “Get a room” followed by the sound of laughter. We broke the kiss and I felt the blood rush to my face from my feeling of embarrassment. Sam smiled at me as her hand reluctantly moved off me. She put her helmet on but with the visor up for now.
“So what is the address where we are going” she plainly asked as she looked down at me. I quietly told her at which point she mounted up again and we were off. Again I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my face sideways to her muscled torso. The ride felt like heaven to me with the combination of the vibrations coupled with the closeness of her body to mine. The ride ended far too soon for me as we arrived at the house where the party was. It was hopping with some people milling about in the driveway and on the front porch and you could hear the music filtering out from inside.
Sam worked her bike up the driveway and put down the kickstand before helping me off. Her eye definitely noticed the darker patch where my excited little pussy had seeped onto the black leather seat. After removing the helmet I gave it to Sam who put it along with hers on the handlebars. We then proceeded up the porch stairs and into the house. A techno beat filled the room as we entered and there were a few people dancing though most were just standing or sitting.
The crowd was college age and up with most being early twenties it seemed to me. I was looking around for my friends when someone from my left called out to me. It was Ryan and he was passing through the living room holding a case of beer. He paused and turned toward me.
“Hey Ash glad you could make it” he said “do either of you want a beer?”
Sam shook her head no and replied “None for me now as I’m driving, what about you Ashley?”
I declined as well as I really don’t like the taste of beer too much but I asked Ryan if he had seen my friends here.
“To tell the truth I haven’t and even though it’s possible I missed them I don’t think so. Well see you later.”
“What could have happened to them?” I mused aloud as they should have easily beaten us here.
“We can look around for them if you want. I’ll check upstairs and you look around here” Sam told me.
“Okay” I answered her. If they weren’t coming then there was no reason for us to stay. I didn’t want to ditch them but right now I really wanted to spend some alone time with Sam. First I passed through the dining room before checking the kitchen and they weren’t there. Since people were in the back yard I headed out there when I almost collided with someone.
“Sorry” I said as I stepped back when I realized that it was Paul the piercer who had almost walked into me. Quickly I attempted to turn around and return to the house when he grabbed me by my arm and yanked me close to him. His eyes were glassy and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Well look who I’ve found here” he said to a couple of guys nearby “this is the little slut I was telling you about, the one who I fucked earlier today.”
He leered at me and his eyes roamed all over my curvaceous figure as I attempted to pull my arm from his grasp but Paul was having none of that. His fingers dug deep into my flesh as he tightened his hold on me.
“Let go of me” I hissed “I thought neither one of us wanted anything to do with the other after before.”
He pushed me into his friends who both grabbed at me, one holding me by my shoulders while the other squeezed my butt cheek. Paul moved right next to me cutting off any opening I had to escape from them and his hand pawed at my full bosom.
“Maybe I made a mistake before in letting you leave slut” he slurred “but now you can service me and my friends.”
“In your fucking dreams” I yelled as I slapped the pig right in the face. His friends let go of me as they realized this wasn’t going to turn out like a porno movie but his face turned red with anger.
“You stupid bitch who do you think you are?” he bellowed at me, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He was so incensed that I wondered if he was going to hit me when like a streak Sam was there and she shoved Paul back a few steps. Ignoring him she turned to me.
“Are you all right Ash?” was all she said. When I nodded yes to her she just said “Let’s get out of here.”
“So this slut belongs to you dyke” Paul spat out “well don’t forget to ask her why I fucked her today because I bet she spreads her legs for anyone who asks even a freak like you.”
The muscles on Sam’s arms tensed as she clenched her fists but she maintained her control and didn’t allow him to bait her into action.
“Whatever, you aren’t worth the trouble” she said before turning toward the driveway as she reached for my hand when I noticed Paul lunge forward.
“Look out” I managed to cry out in warning.
She managed to push me behind her as Paul swung wildly. Sam managed to raise her arm but she wasn’t quick enough to totally block the blow as it grazed her face above her eye. He swung again but this time she sidestepped him while throwing her forearm out like she was back on the athletic field. As her arm connected with Paul I heard a sickening crunch as her elbow smashed into his nose. With a moan he sank down to the grass as the blood flowed from his nose.
Things seemed like a bad dream to me now as if in slow motion one of Paul’s friends approached Sam unaware from behind. Without thinking I launched myself at his legs tripping him up while also knocking the wind out of myself. Paul was wailing in pain and I could hear a bunch of people flooding the yard.
“That bitch broke my fucking nose” I heard Paul yell as hands pulled me to my feet. There was a bunch of guys, including Ryan thankfully, who were separating everybody from each other. Sam had a trickle of blood from a cut above her eye as she stood defiantly, ready for more trouble.
“What’s going on Ashley?” Ryan asked me with a concerned look.
“This jerk started it by messing with me and then throwing the first punch” I said vehemently before softening a little “though I’m sorry if his nose is broken but it’s his own damn fault.”
I pulled free from everyone and just walked away from the crowd and down the driveway as my eyes filled with tears. In front of a crowd I had been called a slut, truthfully I knew, while also getting Sam hit by Paul and vice versa. It was all my fault and I doubted I’d be able to show my face in public and worse than that I must have blown it for sure with Sam. She’d heard what a slut I was and it gave her a chance to cut her losses and forget about me.
My vision was cloudy from the bitter tears that ran down my face as I stumbled down the tree lined street with no idea of what direction I was heading in. Suddenly I felt a hand touch my shoulder at which point I whirled and saw Sam standing there with concern and worry written plainly on her face.
“Ashley didn’t you hear me, I’ve been calling you” she asked softly.
“Didn’t you hear him?” I told her. “Forget about me while you have the chance. I’m not worth your time or anyone’s for that matter. I’m sorry you were hurt standing up for me but I’m no good, just a stupid slut who causes trouble for others.”
After saying that I wished I could just disappear especially as it seemed like my words caused pain in Sam’s face but she didn’t let go of me. Her finger pressed against my lips as she made a shh sound. When I started to open my mouth to speak she kept me quiet by again pressing her lips to mine. When she broke the kiss she wiped my tears from my face with her finger.
“Wait here Ash, I’m just going to get my bike. DON’T LEAVE.” After saying this she turned and jogged back in the direction of the house. Realizing I couldn’t outrun her even if I wanted to I took out my cell and texted Carly instead.
[Don’t know what happened to you guys but don’t go to party no matter what you do now. Will explain later but just let me know that you are alright when you get message.]
Sam pulled up just as I was finishing the message and she handed me the helmet which I put on. Without saying a word I climbed behind her and the bike leaped to life and roared down the street. We traveled until we reached downtown and Main Street where the buildings had store or office fronts on the ground floor with apartments above but I didn’t pay attention until Sam pulled into an alleyway between two buildings where she parked. After we got off the bike and removed our helmets I asked her some questions.
“Where are we and why? And what are your plans for me?” The last question I asked with some trepidation.
“Well you can see we’re parked in an alley and the reason for that is that a friend of mine has an apartment in this building that I can use. I was hoping you would hang with me and we can talk there or kiss or do whatever you like.”
I looked into her eyes and she seemed sincere but I also saw that she was leaning more toward whatever than talking. Maybe since she now knew I was a slut she’d decided to tap me as well but that’s what I wanted anyway. Looking down at myself I realized that my legs and skirt had mud and grass stains from where I’d lain on the ground from tackling the guy back in the yard. Frantically I started brushing the dirt off me as if that could erase what had happened when Sam just took me in her arms and hugged me tight.
Her hard body felt so comforting to me and I sank into her and pressed my face into her chest while she stroked my hair soothingly. My mind relived all I had been through that day especially what happened at the party and I began to cry, softly at first but soon my body was wracked with sobs. Sam just held me and murmured encouragement until I recovered my composure somewhat when I was startled by a buzz from my cell phone. It was Carly returning my text.
[We r good, will talk later, ok]
[Ok talk soon, cover with my mom Ash]
“Is everything alright Ashley?”
Wiping away my tears I attempted a smile before speaking. “Yes it is Sam and thank you for everything, I really mean it. I owe you big time for standing by me with all this shit I’ve caused for you so far.”
“A lot of it isn’t really your fault Ashley and besides it wasn’t that big a deal.”
“ It’s a big deal and it means a lot to me Sam and instead of standing out here talking let me thank you properly once we’re inside and you can experience how grateful this little slut can be.”
“Ash, why do you call yourself a slut like that, you shouldn’t let others label you.”
“You are wrong there Sam, its true I’ve been called a slut but it is accurate. My Mom is a slut and I take after her, I’m afraid. For the most part I enjoy it but not all the time because I do have feelings and sometimes I’m treated like dirt. I don’t think you would do that to me Sam, would you?”
She shook her head no and took me by the hand and led me to a door in the alley wall. Sam produced a key from the pocket of her striped track pants and unlocked the door so we could enter. We stood at the bottom of a narrow staircase and at the top of the landing there was an overhead light that faintly illuminated the interior. Sam pushed me against the wall and crushed me with her body as her lips hungrily met mine. Her large hands squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed them into her as she ground her hips against me.
What I obviously felt there I shouldn’t have. Sam was a girl, if a butch one, but it felt like a male bulge pressing into my mound and rubbing up and down as she rotated her hips. Her tongue was again exploring my welcoming mouth in every nook and cranny as she kneaded my bare gluteus muscles.
“Come on Ash before I take you right here by the stairs. I want you so bad that I can’t wait.”
Sam took me by the hand and almost dragged me up the stairs in her haste. When we reached the landing she unlocked the door and led me into a living room dimly lit by a couple of table lamps that sat on the floor. There was what looked like a used sofa and coffee table haphazardly placed to the side as well as a nice looking recliner facing a flat screen TV on the wall. A hallway was opposite the entrance and the kitchen was off to the right hand side.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back” she said and after a quick kiss she headed down the hallway.
I wandered over to an open window and saw it looked out over the alley. As I looked out Sam returned and beckoned me forward and I ran to her. She guided me thru the door on the left side of the hall and closed it behind us. We were in a small rectangular room lit by a bare bulb in a ceiling fixture. The only furniture was a bed that took up the majority of the room and a dresser with a TV and a DVD player on it. The bed looked to be full sized and actually had a brass tubing headboard with the mattress only having a bottom sheet and one pillow on it. There were no windows in the room.
There was only a moment to take the room in before Sam wrapped her arms around me and lifted me bodily into an embrace. My feet dangled in the air as she nibbled on my neck driving me crazy. Somehow one of her hands unzipped my skirt and pulled it past my round ass as her other arm held me suspended in midair against her. Sam moved forward a step then dropped me gently on my back onto the bed. Grinning lustily she straddled my body as she got on the bed.
Her pelvis rubbed against mine as we started kissing again and her hands pulled my shirt up from the hem and managed to work it past my full, round breasts. She then broke the kiss so she could remove my top and was rewarded by seeing that my bra unclasped in the front. With a triumphant cry Sam unfastened it freeing my breasts. Immediately each of her hands seized my flesh, closing her fingers on the tender mounds.
She leaned in and flicked my nipple with her wet tongue sending a charge to straight between my legs and she then turned her head so that she could flick the other as well. Back and forth she alternated between my nipples until suddenly she clamped her mouth over my left breast taking as much into her mouth as could fit. A lot didn’t make it in her mouth as I am quite buxom but it still felt awesome to me as she sucked on my breast. Meanwhile her left hand was tweaking the now hard nipple of my right breast and Sam also managed to move her knee between my thighs and press it up against the wet spot on my thong.
My juices were flowing like crazy as my breathing became more rapid in response to Sam’s efforts. Her mouth then switched to my right breast and nipple as her knee continued rubbing my excited pussy through the thin material of the thong. I tried to push her head down to where I really wanted it to be but Sam easily resisted my feeble attempt at taking control and instead she removed her mouth from me and rolled me onto my stomach. She again positioned her knee against my mound and then she started to kiss my back and shoulders while her hand reached down and it ran along the soft skin of my thigh.
“What are you doing to me Sam? You are so driving me crazy, I don’t know how long I can take this.”
“Well you’ll have to deal with it Ash because I plan on teasing you some more until you’re about to explode.”
“That’s not fair and I won’t cooperate any more” I answered her at which point I started to struggle.
Catching her off guard I managed to roll somewhat to my side which caused Sam to lose her balance a little and fall sideways to the bed. I had no time to savor this triumph however as Sam swiftly moved to a kneeling position and pulled me so I was flat on my back before she straddled my upper body and pinned my shoulders with her knees. She then pulled her shirt over her head revealing her torso and the fact that she didn’t wear a bra.
Honestly she didn’t need one as her breasts were small, just two bumps of flesh with small reddish nipples and areolas. Her chest muscles were actually more impressive in size than her breasts and unsurprisingly for an athlete Sam had a well developed six pack. Her hand reached back and slipped my thong to the side so it could make contact with the wet pink flesh of my pussy. I had been struggling impotently against her mass but as soon as she touched my bare flesh there I surrendered totally to her.
My body lay motionless as her fingers slid along the opening to my pinkness and when a questing digit slipped inside I cried out before biting my lip. Her thumb grazing my clit was enough to send my body into a paroxysm of pleasure. My body writhed from the delirious ecstasy that Sam had delivered to my core. When I opened my eyes a minute later I realized she was now standing next to the bed and frantically removing her track pants and the male boxers she had underneath.
Jutting between her legs was an imitation membrum vitale or in other terms an artificial phallus or dildo. It protruded from a leather harness that she wore low across her hips, lower than I had ever seen in the porn I’d watched on the internet. I also noticed it was covered by a condom which Sam was now unrolling from it and removing. The dildo seemed of a decent size around seven inches long I guess but there wasn’t much time to observe it as once the condom was off Sam had climbed back on the bed positioning herself again between my eager thighs.
She managed to grab both my hands and bring them over my head where she held my small hands secure with one of her larger ones. Her other hand guided her “cock” to my pink opening and rubbed the head back and forth against my wet folds until I wanted to scream. Sam did this until I literally begged for relief.
“Come on you wonderful bitch, stop tormenting me and fuck me. Put it in me and pound me til I can’t move.”
My plea had the desired effect as Sam pushed it deep inside me in one thrust forcing a moan of pleasure from my lips. Slowly it sank deeper as I opened up to the welcome intrusion. When she reached bottom Sam started to kiss me hard and she also drew back her hips before plunging forward harder. As she pounded me I actually bit her bottom lip from desire until she managed to pull her mouth back. A drop of blood fell from it which I managed to eagerly catch on my tongue and swallow.
“Crazy vampire bitch” Sam said to me.
“Only for you, you’re making me so crazy I‘ll drink your blood” I answered her truthfully.
As Sam’s fit body increased the rhythm of her fucking my tanned legs wrapped around her waist with the heels of my feet resting on her firm ass. It raised and lowered as it repeatedly sank into my soft and welcoming body, the rubber phallus penetrating to the pink, wet depths of my being. Sam had her eyes closed as she worked it in and out of me and her face reflected the pleasure she was experiencing but I wanted more.
I began to try and pull my hands free even though I knew my pitiful arm strength was no match for the power in the athletic body above me. In fact I didn’t even try as hard as I could just in case somehow I succeeded in freeing my hands. For the first time in my life I was being dominated and I was loving it. My struggles had the desired effect of causing Sam’s eyes to open so I could again stare into their beautiful depths as she asserted her control over me.
Her grip tightened on my hands and her other hand managed to reach and twist my nipple hard but not painfully. Her brown eyes gazed into mine and I felt myself melt inside as she continued riding me hard. There was lust and need in them and something more but what that was scared me if I read it right. But I could worry about that later as I saw the pleasure growing in her expression. Sam was getting close I could tell and I wished her to race to the finish line.
“Oh don’t stop baby keep going. You feel so good in me and I know you like it. Make me your bitch baby, your slutty little bitch. Oh pound me until you cum Sam. Yes that’s it, fuck me hard.”
My words seemed to spur her on further as her hips became a blur and her smooth skin was bathed in perspiration from her efforts. After a few more fast thrusts I felt her tremble and her body collapsed onto mine. Her hand released mine as she sank into me, her face next to mine. One of my hands moved to her head where it stroked her hair and the other ran along her back.
“Ashley that was so incredible. You really are great you know.”
“I know, I’m incredible and also modest – a rare combination.”
Sam kissed my nose and she also pulled out of me eliciting a groan of disapproval from me. Without her there I suddenly felt very empty. Sam grabbed the one pillow and worked it under my butt before bringing her face close to my pinkness.
“I’m sorry that I did that Ash, I mean not tasting you yet but I do plan on rectifying that now.”
She swiftly put her words into action as her agile tongue extended from her lips and ran from the bottom of my puffy lips up to my clit which she speared.
“Not that I’m trying to stop you Sam or anything but there’s no need to apologize. Somehow I brought you pleasure with what we did and I loved it too. My body is for however you want to use it. Lick it, fuck it, spank it, whatever you want.”
Sam stopped licking me and looked up and our eyes met again.
“Ashley I plan on doing everything to you and with you. You have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen packed on that petite frame of yours and you’re also so beautiful.”
My face blushed from her praise, even through my tan when she complimented me like that.
“Oh I’m just a girl, nothing special about me.”
“You can’t mean that and I can tell you that I think you’re very special. As far as my pleasure it pays to have the right harness for your body. The way I have it positioned every time I thrust between your golden thighs the base gives my clit a little jolt until I cum. It’s the best of both worlds that way as we both can cum from me doing you.”
“That is sooo cool” I told her but she had already resumed licking my swollen lower lips. Her tongue alternated tracing my lips with lapping at my gooey insides with an occasional flick on my clit until I wanted to climb the walls. My hands were gripping the sheet so hard that my knuckles turned white when Sam upped the ante by sliding two long fingers inside me and sucking my clit between her lips. My body went into a series of spasms as I came hard.
After I recovered sufficiently Sam rolled me on my side by the edge of the bed and positioned her body. First she put a foot on the floor and her other leg she bent with her knee on the mattress and pushed her “cock” to my wet opening. My bottom leg she pushed up towards my chest and she held my upper leg against her chest and as soon as our bodies were to her liking she drove deep into me again making me cry out with pleasure. Her free hand reached down and found my hard clit and she rubbed it gently in a circular motion as she continued sliding the full length of the dildo back and forth in me.
Her body was like a machine as she worked in and out with no sign of tiring or strain for a long time. I’d already had two more orgasms and she showed no indication of tiring or stopping as she continued her thrusting. While her one hand continued playing with me her other hand stroked my cheek before forcing two fingers in my mouth.
“Suck them Ashley” she commanded me to which I eagerly complied, running my tongue along them as I sucked.
Sam began fucking hard now, my body moving forward a little with each powerful thrust. I was so wet that I could hear a sloshing sound as she worked my pussy over and when she pulled her fingers from my mouth and squeezed my nipple I was catapulted to my strongest climax of the night. For a full minute I shook and trembled as my nerves went into a frenzy of unbridled pleasure.
While I recovered Sam had withdrawn and she actually unbuckled and removed the harness holding the dildo coated with my internal juices. For the first time I observed Sam’s pussy and it was sweet. She was completely shaven down there and her lips were reddish pink and slightly protruded from her pelvis. I received a closer look as she rolled me onto my back again and straddled my head.
“Ashley I rarely do this but with you I want to. I’m asking you to lick and suck on my clit until I cum. Don’t lick my lips, just my clit. Okay.”
My head nodded eagerly in answer to her request. I felt so honored by her request that she wanted me to service her and didn’t need to be asked twice. Tilting my head up I flicked my little, pink tongue across her clit making Sam jump. In a counterclockwise direction I began to lash her large, engorged clit with all the energy I had remaining at the end of this exhausting day and she must have already been close as within a minute her hands pulled my hair hard as she ground into my face. Not letting that slow me I continued to lick her until with a gasp she lifted her pussy out of my mouth’s reach.
“That was awesome Ashley, you have a very skilled tongue. Thank you for that.”
My face beamed with joy on hearing those words from Sam and my happiness was complete when she moved so she could kiss my hungry mouth. Sam lay on the bed and pulled me to her and I eagerly snuggled up to her with my head resting on her chest. Yawning loudly I closed my eyes and slipped into deep slumber and I dreamed of Sam that night.
When I woke the next morning I attempted to stretch when I realized Sam’s head was between my legs and she was lapping away at me. My legs parted wider allowing her total access to my charms. She was very talented and had figured what buttons to push so to speak and I welcomed the morning by calling out her name in ecstasy. As soon as I climaxed Sam got to her feet and I saw she was already dressed.
“Where are you going? Come back to bed and keep me company” I told her saucily.
“I can’t though I’d love to Ash. I’m going to be late for work already but at least I wanted to make my girl cum before I left.”
My face softened when I heard that she called me her girl as well as making herself late to pleasure me.
“Well then at least kiss me good bye” I answered.
“Love to” she said as she swooped in and our lips met. The taste of my juice was on her mouth as we kissed but far too quickly she broke the kiss and headed for the door.
“I’ll call you later Ash. Don’t lie about all day now.”
“No I need to pee and maybe sleep a little longer before I go home” I told her.
Putting on my tank top I slipped into the hall and went to the bathroom at the end and shut the door. After taking care of business I washed up and headed toward the room when the opposite door opened and I saw Sam’s friend for the first time. While Sam was very butch in her way her friend was the picture of a stereotypical bull dyke. She was very large and though she had muscle she had more fat. Her dark hair was in a buzz cut and she was wearing a wife beater and boxers. And her eyes were focused on me running up and down the length of my body making me wish I had put on my panties as my shirt only went down so far.
“Morning I’m Ashley, Sam’s friend” I said trying to be friendly as well as trying to avoid an awkward moment.
“Yeah I know” she answered as her eyes didn’t move from staring at my exposed pussy.
As I headed into the room I couldn’t resist turning to her and saying “You should take a picture, it lasts longer.”
Right after I closed the door I felt bad about what I’d said. Here I was in her apartment after she let Sam and I use it for our fun and I was a smartass. Hell if my Mom had some hot half naked guy at home and I saw him I’d probably ogle him. I resolved to apologize to her or make it up in another way but for now I just needed a little more sleep and then I’d get going for the day.
THE END But stay tuned for a bonus story that I like to call
Kayla and Carly Get Their Groove On (a free extra story brought to you for nada. Can’t beat that!)
Kayla and Carly headed out of the 7-11 parking lot with their mouths running a mile a minute.
“Oh my God Carly, that ride was so cool! When I’m old enough I’m going to get a motorcycle, you just watch! But can we go to my house before the party.”
“What’s the problem now Kayla? Your house is in the opposite direction of the party, I swear sometimes you’re impossible.”
“Well what happened was” Kayla said lowering her high pitched voice “as I’m riding on the bike I couldn’t help but getting real wet you know down there. That thing is like a giant sex toy.”
Carly couldn’t help laughing on hearing what her friend had said. Of course she’d heard stories of riding a motorcycle equaling foreplay for some women but Kayla had proven it was true.
“So you got a little wet, big deal. It’ll dry before you know it.”
Carly saw Kayla shake her head vehemently to that.
“Not a little wet. I tell you I’m soaked and I have a big wet spot on my jeans. My panties are a little flimsy and they didn’t absorb much. And the way she uses that bike I swear she was doing it deliberately. She was trying to make me cum and she sure got her wish. I came three times.”
“Wow you are easy ain’t you? A guy won’t need to take you out, just give you a ride and you’ll be jumping his bones” Carly said with a laugh.
“It’s not funny, I have to be careful. If a guy with a bike asks me out if I don’t really like him I’ll turn him down I think. If she had pulled into a motel I think she could have nailed me I’m so excited.”
“Kayla with a lesbian, wow stop the presses.”
“I know, I know but damn that ride was fun. So if you don’t want to go all the way to my house why don’t we stop at yours? It is on the way and at least I can wear a skirt of yours since your jeans won’t fit me. Plus maybe a pair of panties, please.”
“Fine anything to save time Kayla but I’m only giving you old clothes if you’re going to get them all wet and stuff.”
“Whatever, you can be such a baby sometimes.”
Carly suppressed a chuckle as she was only teasing her friend but she wondered what of hers would fit the taller girl. Kayla was tall and slim with really long legs and small round breasts that were high on her chest. Her long blonde hair and green eyes completed the pretty picture and none could deny how attractive Kayla looked but her body type was much different than her friends.
Carly was much shorter, even smaller than Ashley was and though her ass was round and full as befitting a girl whose mother was Hispanic she was tiny on top with her breasts barely more than large nipples and areolas. She had flashing black eyes and brown hair which she kept cut just above her slim shoulders.
Whereas Kayla was wearing her now wet designer jeans with an expensive black silky blouse Carly dressed more down to earth with a short denim skirt and a graphic tee depicting a kitten and she wore a pair of tennis shoes. Her style was so not Kayla’s but she felt confident she could find her something.
They had turned down Oak Street and were approaching the block Carly lived on when a voice called out to Carly. The girls turned and noticed that the house they were passing had its attached garage door open and a man stood there with his hand in the air as if was waving to them.
“Oh that’s Mr. Liebowitz my neighbor. Sometimes I babysit for his little boy. Let me just say hello to him real fast” Carly told her friend.
“Well who’s taking time now” the taller girl replied but she followed her friend toward the garage as she’d noticed the late model Lexus parked in the garage.
“Hi Mr. Liebowitz, how are you?” Carly said with a big smile.
“Very well I suppose Carly. And who is your friend?”
“My name is Kayla and I’m pleased to meet you” the girl said as she admired the car.
“Well nice to meet you” he said in reply as he shook the girl’s hand. Turning to Carly he asked “So what are you young ladies doing this fine summer night?”
“We’re going to a party but we just have to stop at my house first. How is little Jacob? I haven’t sat for him for awhile now. And how’s your wife as well?”
“Jacob and Leah are fine. Thank you for asking, you have always been such a polite girl. Unfortunately for me my family is visiting Leah’s parents in New York for two weeks leaving me here alone. I wanted to go but there has been so much work and my partner is away in Europe on vacation.”
“That’s too bad Mr. Liebowitz.” Turning to her friend Carly said “Mr. Liebowitz is partners in a law firm. His office is right on Main Street.”
“That’s nice” Kayla answered as she studied the man. She had never been attracted to a lawyer before but he wasn’t bad looking she thought to herself. He had dark slicked back hair and dark eyes and though his nose was a little prominent it wasn’t that large. Mr. Liebowitz was wearing dark pressed slacks and a white button down tailored shirt with no necktie. Instead the top two buttons were undone and there was a glint from a gold chain peeking through. He was also wearing tasseled black loafers with no socks and he seemed to be very tan.
“Oh I envy you young ladies, footloose and fancy free. Off from school and living it up every night.”
“I don’t know about living it up Mr. Liebowitz, but at least for a little while you are free so to speak.”
“Please call me Jon as we’re all equals here Carly. I am free as you say, but to what purpose. Can I make a confession to you if you don’t mind?”
“I guess so Mr. L, I mean Jon” Carly answered with a little trepidation over calling him by his first name.
“The reason I was in my garage was because I was wrestling with myself whether I should get in my car to go do something I might regret. It was when I saw you young ladies that I reconsidered what I was about to do.”
“Gee what were you going to do Jon?” Kayla asked as she jumped into the conversation. She was much more forward and outgoing than her shorter friend and never thought of the consequences before speaking.
Jon looked at both girls with an anguished expression and then shook his head slowly before replying.
“Here I was, a married man and a pillar of the community, and earlier tonight I had called an escort agency in the phone book and arranged a “date” for tonight. I was just trying to get my nerve up to go when I saw you.”
“An escort Mr. Liebowitz? I’m shocked” Carly said and her expression reflected that.
“I know, I know. The problem is I have a very strong libido and with my wife gone for five days already I’m climbing the walls. If I don’t get relief soon I’ll go crazy.”
“Its none of my business but couldn’t you, you know masturbate yourself for some relief” Carly said mortified that she found herself involved in this conversation in the first place.
“I wish it was that easy. Of course I have masturbated this week, in fact I have to masturbate even when my wife is around because my sex drive is much stronger than hers. But at the end of the day I have contact with a real live woman which is enough to keep me from going off the rails though I wish Leah was more … accommodating to my desires. But now I’m out of my mind with lust.”
While he delivered his impassioned speech Kayla found herself becoming excited again. She had earlier been greatly stimulated by the motorcycle ride but as satisfying as it was she hadn’t received the feeling of being filled by a man that she so loved. A crazy idea came to her and she acted before she had time to really think it through.
“Jon I hope you don’t mind me asking you this as we’ve just met, but what were you going to pay this escort? I’m just curious” she concluded trying to sound blasé and disinterested.
His eyes met hers and she saw a knowing glint in their depths.
“Two hundred and fifty dollars” he stated plainly.
After saying this Jon removed his wallet and removed a number of crisp $50 bills and placed them on the hood of the car with a smirk on his face.
“Mr. Liebowitz, you surely can’t be serious….” Carly began when she saw how Kayla was looking at the money before she turned her gaze to Mr. Liebowitz and moved her eyes to his groin after which she licked her lips at what she saw.
Carly couldn’t help herself as she followed Kayla’s lead and she gasped at what was revealed. There was a very prominent bulge located in his trousers which he reached down and squeezed. Before Carly could think of what to do he hit a button located on a remote control attached to his visor and the garage door slid down its rails as it closed.
“Would you girls like to come in the house with me?” he said with a leer as he palmed the stack of bills.
“I’d love to” Kayla answered with a lustful grin and Mr. Liebowitz took her by her elbow and guided her to the door that led inside the house.
Not knowing what else to do Carly trailed behind them as they first passed through a laundry room before entering a basement family room. There was a white couch flanked by two chairs and all faced a large home entertainment center on the far wall with a coffee table in front of the couch. He led Kayla to the couch and they sat down.
“Before proceeding I have to ask you this – you are how old precisely Kayla?”
“Sixteen and in Connecticut that’s how old we have to be to roll. Since you’re a lawyer I’m sure you knew that. Here’s my student I.D. just in case” Kayla said producing a laminated card and putting it on the table.
Mr. Liebowitz examined it and placed it on the table along with five fifties while holding onto the rest of his money. He turned a jaundiced eye to Carly who had remained further back and licked his lips obscenely.
“Carly if you’re interested in joining your friend you can make some good money as well.”
“I don’t know Mr. Liebowitz, I’m not that kind of girl really.”
Kayla got to her feet and approached her friend and talked to her in a low voice.
“If you don’t want to I understand totally, it’s just I’m so horny to begin with I figure that I’d end up sleeping with some guy from the party anyway. This way I can actually make money doing it and Jon is a mature man and no doubt he knows more than some young guy about pleasing a woman.”
“I understand but he’s married Kayla.”
“Yeah but he was going to call an escort anyway so saying no won’t really change anything except someone else getting the money.”
“That’s true but what if my family was to find out.”
“He’s married and has more to lose than us so you know he won’t say anything Carly. Maybe you can only blow him and not go all the way. At least don’t leave me alone in the room because I admit I’m a little nervous about this.”
“Okay I’ll at least stay here but I’m not promising any more.”
When Kayla turned back to Jon she saw he hadn’t been idle but had removed most of his clothes and was just wearing a black bikini brief and his loafers. His chest was hairy and tanned and he stood waiting as she approached. He took her hand and placed it on his bulging crotch at which point Kayla squeezed it making him groan.
“Carly is shy Jon but I’m not as you can see.” After saying that she pulled his briefs down freeing his thick erection. She gasped when she saw it because though it was of average length it was the thickest cock she’d ever seen. He smiled at her reaction and again looked toward Carly.
“Since you don’t wish to join us Carly you can go in the other room if you want or you can earn $100 dollars by sitting on the coffee table and watching us. No touching just watching – it would really turn me on.”
Since she was already going to wait for Kayla it made sense to earn the money by watching Carly rationalized to herself. She nodded her head at him and sat on the coffee table which placed her within two feet of them.
“Kayla why don’t you undress before you start by sucking my hard cock.”
“Okay” was all she said before pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it before unhooking and removing her brassiere as well. Jon gasped as she undid her jeans and worked them as well as her wet panties down her long legs. She had a very cute little ass and Kayla had only a few wisps of blond hair guarding her mound. Once she was nude she stood in front of Jon who was turned sideways in regard to Carly and the coffee table. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of the older man. He grasped his cock by the base and thrust it forward against Kayla’s lips. She saw that the large, bulbous head was red and shiny from the pre-cum that oozed from the hole. He had a pair of large heavy ball beneath it and Jon’s pubic region was shaved clean.
“Suck it” he demanded and Kayla opened her mouth and took the head in. Jon thrust forward almost making her gag as his tip reached the entrance to her throat and he placed a hand behind her head so it couldn’t move backwards. He began to thrust rapid fire into her wet mouth as fast as he could and her saliva seeped out as he face fucked Kayla hard. The whole time he did it he stared right into Carly’s big, black eyes.
Kayla gasped as she did her best to accommodate his prick and she even managed to work her tongue along his sensitive underside as he used her. Carly couldn’t take her eyes from the scene in front of her as her friend serviced the lawyer. After he held her head immobile and forced the full length in her mouth and waited twenty seconds Kayla gasped as she managed to pull off him. Smiling he got on the couch and stretched out on his back.
“Kayla I want you to sit on my face so that I can eat your tasty teen pussy.”
That was something that sounded good to her so she climbed to her feet and positioned herself over him with one knee on the couch by his head. His left hand reached out and pulled her hip down so her treat pressed to his lips. His honeyed tongue flicked and tasted her sopping lips as it greedily tasted her essence. As Carly watched his right hand began to slowly stroke his thickness as he continued his feast. It was obviously having an effect on Kayla who was writhing her hips lasciviously on his face as her fingers ran through his dark hair.
Unable to control herself as if she was somehow hypnotized Carly rose to her feet and undressed then moved to where she was standing by Jon’s groin. Bending down she parted her lips and took him as deep as she could handle. His hips arched up and his hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down at the same time. Carly’s eyes watered but she wouldn’t stop. She bobbed her head up and down swallowing then releasing his erection.
In spite of Carly’s attention to him he didn’t let up on the tongue lashing he was giving Kayla and presently she arched her back and cried out as his mouth brought her a taste of paradise. Feeling the pressure starting to build in his balls Jon reluctantly pulled Carly from him at which point she gasped for breath.
“Get up girls” he instructed them and when they both stood by the couch he gave them further instructions.
“I want you to both get on your knees and lean your bodies on the couch.”
When they complied Jon gasped at the sight of the two girls’ asses up in the air and the contrast of Kayla’s smaller paler ass in comparison to Carly’s larger rounder ass and how both the girls’ pretty pussies peeked from between their legs. He knelt down on the floor between them and smacked both their asses lightly before slipping a finger in each of their pussies.
“Before going any further let me ask you girls something. Are either of you on birth control?”
“I am” Kayla chirped in her high voice.
“I’m not” Carly truthfully admitted to him.
“Sorry kid” he said as he drove balls deep into Kayla’s pink pussy, sliding between her swollen lips until his heavy balls slapped against the teen‘s clit.
“Can’t take any chances with a pregnancy you know, wouldn’t be good for business or my marriage. Maybe some other time.”
Jon slowly started to slide in and out of Kayla’s treasure, being careful to stay in control. The fact was he had used every trick he knew to avoid cumming with the two girls already and if he hadn’t banged his secretary Sheila earlier in the day he never would have lasted as long as he had. He jammed a second finger into his sometime babysitter and finger fucked her roughly as he continued schtupping Kayla.
Even with his precautions he didn’t think he would last long and he knew if he had been inside Carly he’d have already lost it. Jon had always had a thing for her since she first babysat his son even when she had been only fifteen. On more than one occasion while he had thrust into his unresponsive wife he had imagined it was Carly instead and he always had unbelievable orgasms when he pictured her flashing eyes and juicy young ass.
His fingers smashed against Carly as they thrust in her and his thumb grazed her puckered brown hole making her shudder. He paused in his thrusting as an idea occurred to him which if he could pull off would satisfy two of his greatest fantasies at once. He slid out of Kayla and leaned down and put his mouth to Carly’s ear.
“I have an idea Carly, just listen to me and nod. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you and I want to fuck you so bad. If you let me do what I want you just have to name your price.”
While he said this he continued working his fingers in her wet tunnel but he pressed the tip of his thumb against her back entrance and forced it in. Carly gasped from the unexpected intrusion as he worked his digit deeper.
“Please let me fuck that sweet virgin ass of yours Carly. Money is no object to me. Will you let me?”
Carly nodded her head yes although she couldn’t explain why she agreed. Before this she never had any desire to let anyone go that route but she wanted him in her badly and that was the only way he could penetrate her tonight so she went with it.
“How much?” Jon asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Nothing extra Mr. L, I mean Jon” she whispered “since you can’t do it normally.”
The girl was naïve he realized but a deal is a deal. He would have gladly paid her a lot more to be the first to stretch out her ass but he loved a bargain. He helped Carly onto the couch on her back where she lifted her legs in the air before once again plunging into Kayla and working in her for a minute to coat his cock with her lubricating juices. He wet his fingers in his mouth and forced two fingers into Carly’s tight asshole making her grimace.
He worked them back and forth loosening her hole somewhat until he couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling out of Kayla he shifted slightly so his cock lined up with Carly. Removing his fingers Jon grabbed her cheeks and spread them as wide as he could as he pushed the head of his cock to her now slightly distended ring and pushed forward. She gasped in pain as his head forced its way into her tight back channel. He paused as Carly adjusted to the intrusion and brought one of his hands to her clit and began to stroke it gently.
As she reacted positively to his manipulation he slowly worked his thick member deeper. He would pause after working another inch or so into her hole while continuing to manually stimulate her. Carly was caught betwixt the pleasure and pain and somehow they merged into one as Jon forced his last couple of inches into her. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as he suddenly pulled almost all the way out before slamming all the way back in.
Jon realized he’d be lucky to last a minute so he moved his hand faster on her clit while now fucking her as hard as was able. When he saw her close her eyes he pinched her clit hard making Carly scream from the mixed pleasure and pain and buried himself all the way in her. Her body tensed from her orgasm and her ass squeezed his thickness hard. His cock swelled before releasing spurt after spurt of thick white cum into the depths of her bowels. Jon’s head sank to Carly’s chest and he sucked a nipple as his cock finished discharging into the object of his desire.
“Wow that was intense” Carly said recovering first.
Kayla had watched him sodomize her friend and had played with her own clit as he did with Carly’s and had climaxed along with the two of them.
“Well that wasn’t fair, because she’s not on the pill she gets rewarded with getting her butt fucked. I demand equal treatment” Kayla said with a wanton expression on her pretty face.
Jon managed to raise his head from the teen hottie’s chest as he looked at her friend with a surprised look.
“I think we should retire to the bedroom if we’re going to continue this girls” he replied.
“That’s a good idea” Carly said “just let me return a text to Ashley first and we can go.”
Jon smiled like the cat that ate the canary or more accurately the lawyer who ate and fucked teen girls.
THE END
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Sexual Healing – Part One

Note: This is going to be a multi-part story, assuming you readers want to read more of it…
Connie brought it up first.
“What’s this?” Jerry asked, as he closed the door to the steam-filled bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. “Starting without me?”
She looked up from the magazine and slowly brought her large, hazel eyes into focus on him. The color was already high in her smooth cheeks, and the flush had spread down her neck to her upper chest. Her small mouth was open, her lips parted. Her nipples poked up against the thin sheet.
She seemed to be realizing for the first time that she had one hand beneath the sheet, moving between her legs.
“Get over here, stud. My motor’s running and I need some gas!”
Jerry stood there and grinned at her as he finished drying his hair.
“‘My motor’s running and I need some gas’?” he said. “Are you reading Motor Trend or Penthouse?”
She leered pointedly at his crotch, where his dick was already half-hard. “Gimme that big gas hose!”
“Fillerup?”
She groaned. “I give up!”
He turned briefly and tossed the towel with the expertise of practice. It hung on the knob of the bathroom door. “Will I get a good tip?”
“Two of ’em.” She pulled the sheet of her chest, exposing her pert, firm breasts. “But I want a tip, too!”
He stood beside the bed, his prick still hardening and already impressive.
“Just the tip?”
Connie rolled lithely to her hand and knees, the sheet falling completely away from her tight body. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick and immediately began sucking and licking it. Sometimes it seemed like she could never get enough of her husband’s big cock — and sometimes it seemed there was too much of it for her to handle.
Jerry sighed deeply and caressed his wife’s dark hair as she drew more and more hardness into his dick. He looked down at her sleek back, her tiny waist, her hard little ass cheeks drawn so tightly by her position. She was moving her hips slowly from side to side, something that nine years of marriage had taught him to spot as a signal that she was exceptionally horny.
What the hell had she been reading?
He bent from the waist and picked up the magazine. Penthouse — the letters.
Her mouth pulled off his cock. “Hey, you want to read or play, bub?”
He knelt on the bed and rolled her onto her back as he dropped the magazine. He crawled over her and held his weight off her tiny frame with his arms and pressed his lips to hers. She grabbed him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs and pulled him down to her. His cock was trapped against her flat tummy as their lips opened and their tongues dueled.
After a few minutes, he pulled away and began kissing his way down over her neck and shoulders. He licked her hard nipples and then lightly nipped one. She squirmed against him.
Abruptly, he reached back and grabbed the magazine. He handed it to her.
“I want you to read me the one that got you so turned on.”
“And what are you going to be doing?”
He began sucking one nipple while he ran one hand down to caress her side and her hips.
“I’ll think of something…”
“Oh!” she gasped when he resumed suckling at her small, hard breasts.
He stopped and looked up at her, brown eyes wide and graying hair tousled. “Well?”
She began to read aloud as he kissed her belly and moved still lower. Her breathing became ragged and her words occasionally garbled. By the time she finished reading the letter, he had her thighs over his broad shoulders, her little ass cupped in his hands and his face pressed hungrily into her crotch.
His tongue was all over her dripping cunt, but he wasn’t touching her clitoris — yet. Connie squirmed and hunched her hips, trying to get that final contact, but he was gripping her buttocks tightly in his strong hands and restricting her movements. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples, her moans getting louder and louder.
He could tell she was getting close to the Big One by thetwitching of her ass cheeks and the amount of juices running out of her. He shifted his fingers just enough so one was just pressing against her constricted anus and she immediately began grinding against it.
Then he took her swollen clit in a lip-grip and let the tip of his tongue just barely graze it.
“YESSSSS! AHHHHhhhh! Oh! Oh!”
Connie was a screamer.
She locked her thighs on his head and tried to somehow grind her cunt into his mouth while jabbing her trim butt down at the stiffened fingertip. She could feel her pussy spasming as she came and felt her asshole convulsing against the fingertip that was just beginning to penetrate.
The first, clenching explosion finally passed and her body went all sinuous and demanding. He continued lightly lapping her sensitized clit and worked more of the finger into her. She rolled her hips and groaned and came again, and then again, and again — and then she simply couldn’t wait any more.
Connie reached down with both hands and took his head in her hands. She pulled him up till she could look at his face, all happily coated with her abundant juices.
“I want you inside me! Please!”
He bent his head again to her cunt, slowly licking the juices of her labia and inner thighs as he withdrew the finger from her ass. When he surfaced again, he was grinning madly.
“Get up here,” she cooed and pulled her legs back. He reached up with both hands and pushed her legs ahead of him as he crawled over her. She looked down and saw that his cock was monstrously erect. At nine inches, and with a girth almost equal to her wrist, it was the biggest she’d ever had — too big sometimes. Connie was small all over and even after nine years, she still felt a brief shudder of apprehension.
But after nine years, she knew her loving husband would be careful — and she was desperate to feel him inside her.
He ran his hands down her upthrust legs to grasp her wrists. She knew immediately what he had in mind — exactly what she’d beenhoping.She grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as Jerry knelt up and took his cock in his fingers. He shuffled forward a bit more, till his balls were brushing her cunt, and then let his cock smack down on her abdomen. She felt it throbbing there on her hot flesh, the purplish knob just barely short of her naval. He rubbed his balls lightly over her wet cunt, shifting from side to side so they would brush against her clit.
“Don’t make me wait too long,” Connie groaned miserably. “I need you inside me!”
He backed up until he could push the tip of his stiff prong between her legs, then wedged it against her slippery pussy lips.
“You’re so hard and hot!” she breathed, as if discovering this. She looked down between them, past his well-muscled chest and flat stomach to where the huge bar of flesh reached down to her upturned cunt. It looked as if they mutually shared his penis, a fleshy bond between dark curls of pubic hair.
His arms curled around her legs, pulled her calves onto hisshoulders. Again, his hands ran down over her legs. He gripped her hips as she reached toward her husband’s dick. She put one hand on his cock, to guide it more truly, and with the fingers of the other hand she spread her pussy lips as much as possible.
He began pushing into her.
“Unnnnnnnn….” The sound was forced from her mouth as she felt her cunt being wedged open by her husband hard, thick cock. The earlier orgasms had tightened her even more and her pussy was resisting.
He pushed half the glans into her and stopped. His hands moved her hips from side to side, stretching her small hole against his dick. When he pushed again, Connie threw her arms wide and hissed loudly as the knob finally popped into her vagina.
“Ooh — Yes!”
He tightened his grip on her hips and began pulling her onto his shaft. Connie moaned uncontrollably as she felt her cunt being opened deeper and deeper, as she felt his heat probing into her wet depths. She gasped when he touched bottom and he immediately began pulling her off his cock, till only the head was still in her.
“Jerry Jerry Jerry…” she murmured, filled with love for his tenderness and passion for his fucking. She felt herself loosening inside as, again, she experienced the proof of his understanding and knowledge of her needs and wants. More quickly, but just as gently, he pulled her onto his wide prick. She squirmed with pleasure as it probed her, pressing her to her limits and then a little more.
Connie brought her arms up and reached for him. She worked her hands between her calves and his neck and pulled him toward her. He shifted over her, his arms hooked under her shoulders and his weight resting on his elbows behind her back.
“I love you so much,” she whispered as his lips came down to meet hers and he slowly sank the full length of his cock into her.
Connie screamed with pleasure into his mouth. Her legs were bent back to her shoulders and her pelvis was arched up to receive him as deeply as possible. She felt his balls delicately land on her upturned asscheeks and the bony ring around the base of his cock pressed into her stretched labia. She felt as if his glans was embedding itself in her stomach. She felt as if his cock was possessing her.
She felt totally his.
When she finally stopped screaming, she murmured, “Do me, lover!”
“Fillerup?”
Before she could answer, he began pumping in and out of her. Slowly, at first, then with fast strokes, he worked his big meat in her convulsing cunt. She could feel the juice squirting out of her with each withdrawal, feel the pressure building inside her tummy with each insertion. Her orgasms became nearly constant, varying only in their intensity. Connie was going from pleasure plateau to pleasure peak and back again, over and over, faster and faster.
His thrusts took on more urgency and she felt his prick swelling even more inside her, testing the containment of her tight, clenching cunt.
“Cum in me,” she growled, her voice throaty with lust. “Yes!” She tried to pull him deeper into her, to squeeze and suck him with her twat.
“Yeah, baby!” he groaned. “Cumming!”
She could feel the surge swell the length of his prick and then he was jammed to the bone inside her, moaning with release as he poured in her. Feeling his throbs, hearing his rumble of pleasure, her love and passion became ungovernable. She thrashed up at him and came even harder as he impaled her with his spurting cock.
Just as she felt his balls stop their jerking where they lay in the shallow furrow of her ass, he raised himself on trembling arms. She pulled her legs back and wider, free of his arms, as he knelt up. His cock had lost its stiffness and was slowly shriveling inside her. She loved that feeling — his juices mixed with hers, deep in her belly, and her wonderful husband’s penis resting peacefully inside her.
She raised her legs straight up and pulled them together, then slowly lowered to one side. He bent enough to get one forearm under her butt and hoisted her 94 pounds — same as when they’d met — off the bed. Keeping their genitals joined, Jerry rolled onto his back and drew her with him in a graceful pas de deux of pleasure and tenderness, they came to rest with her stretched atop his larger frame, her face resting against the hairs of his chest.
She hugged him with her cunt and welcomed his soft moan ofpleasure. He kissed the top of her head. She kissed his chest. Some of the sparse hairs there were just beginning to turn silvery, so she kissed through them again.
“I love you, Veronica.”
“I love you, Gerald.”
His arms were around her. He had one hand caressing her back, between her shoulder blades. The other was resting on her butt. She felt his finger move to her slick anus and gently probe. She groaned and pressed down against him.
“So that was what got milady’s motor running, huh? That letter take you back to the good ol’ days?”
“Your good ol’ days were better than mind,” she said. “You were the one who went to high school and college during the sexual revolution.”
“I heard about it,” he said. He chuckled. “It was in all the papers. But the free love didn’t apply to the kids going to the schools I went to.” He was almost ten years older than she was. She’d asked him about those times — times she barely remembered — when she’d been too young and too sheltered to really know what was going on. “You had some pretty wild times in college, though. That letter bring back memories?”
“Um-hmm.” She nestled closer — if that was possible — and again clenched her cunt around him. “I like these times better, though. That’s why I married you. The company I’m keeping means more to me than what we do.”
“Or don’t.” His tone was rueful.
“Oh, that’s okay, honey. Your finger feels good enough to me.”
Connie and Jerry didn’t have secrets; they were too close for that. She’d told him about some of her adventures in college. It had come out while she’d explained her breakup with the fellow student to whom she’d been engaged. It had seemed a perfect match. Eddie had come from the same sort of family and background as she had. He was a music major — he played the violin beautifully — a gymnast and a cheerleader. She was a dance major, a gymnast and a cheerleader. They shared many, many interests — music, art, books — and they had fantastic sex — even wild sex. They’d had threesomes, foursomes, orgies. While she was with Eddie, she learned that every so often, nothing in the world got her off so much as getting her narrow little asshole crammed full of hard, hot cock.
But Connie began to realize something in October of their senior year, about a month after accepting Eddie’s proposal: More and more, Eddie seemed less interested in being with her than in participating in group sex — and her presence was the key to that.
The real problem arose when she tried to talk with him about it. He’d get angry and clam up, or angry and resentful — or angry and hurtful, recounting to her how much she’d enjoyed what they were doing and demanding to know why she didn’t want to talk about it then, during the group sex.
The more she tried, the more he closed her out. She began to re-examine their entire relationship and realized how little he really gave of himself, emotionally — and how much she needed that. It hurt her to end the engagement, but as much as she’d expeced. That was when she realized she was sure she’d done the right thing. They’d bonded with sex, but the bond went no farther, and she needed more.
She met Jerry the following spring. He’d been visiting the college to give a one-session lecture on his field and he saw her cheering at a lacrosse game. They stayed in touch by letters, then phone, then she’d gone to New York to spend a week visiting a girlfriend and ended up spending more time in his bed than any other place.
They got closer and closer and it was almost perfect. The one small flaw was easily overlooked and forgotten in view of all the other good stuff they had. She hardly ever thought of it, let alone missed it.
Until the letter.
She stirred again as she felt the finger massage her asshole more insistently.
“I could always get some reduction surgery done,” he said, only half-teasing.
“Don’t you dare!”
“It’d make it easier all the time. I wouldn’t have to worry about hurting you or making you gag.”
“Does it make it less pleasurable for you to worry about those things?” They’d had this talk before, but she always wondered if things had changed.
“In a way,” he said. “I can’t just, you know, let go and flail away.”
“Flail, flail, flail,” she chanted, her lips against his chest again.
“But, then again, I never really could with anyone.”
“There have been exceptions.”
The finger withdrew from her ass and he squeezed her buttocks. “Yeah.” He’d told her about them, but he didn’t like remembering them. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “But, on the other hand — ”
“So to speak.”
“Ahem. The fact that by restraining myself in that one small — ”
“Large. Very large.”
“– minor way I can be more loving with you makes it even more pleasurable. Make any sense?”
“None. Plenty.”
“But you do miss those times.”
“Sometimes. That letter could have been a description of some of them. Making love, sixty-nining, with a beautiful woman while having my lover slide deep into my ass…” Her nipples hardened.
“Well, we could always give it another try,” he kidded.
Her nipples softened.
“Only kidding.”
That had been dreadful. She’d had three gin-and-tonics to relax, greased up both of them copiously and tried backing onto him. She’d done everything she could to hide how much it was hurting, but he’d spotted her shivering in pain — he couldn’t see her face — and pulled her off him. All she’d been able to work into her tortured ass was the glans. Just the memory of that knob popping out of her ass was enough to make her wince.
“Besides, I hardly ever even think about women anymore,” she said. “I’m just so happy and contented with you.”
“Hardly ever until about two months ago,” he reminded her.
“…yes.”
Connie taught two ballet classes on weeknights in another, nearby bedroom suburb. Both were for novices. One class was youngsters trying to learn the basics. The other was mostly women in their twenties and thirties who took class as a form of exercise. It had been two years since Connie had craved a woman. Then Kimberly had signed up for the adult novice class.
As soon as Connie saw her, she’d felt the tension begin. Kim was twenty-five, tall, had masses of reddish blonde hair and rich,voluptuous curves. She wasn’t pretty, but she was striking in her appearance — and about her, Connie sensed an aura of sheer sensuality. And she’d felt an elemental connection.
“Well, you know my feelings,” he reminded her.
Indeed she did: Be sure she’s clean, don’t cut OUR time together and talk about it if the attachment seems to be getting more than essentially physical.
She’d been skeptical of his attitude when they’d first discussed it. He’d proven good as his word, though, when the occasions arose. And — Bless him! — he’d never tried to have her bring any of them to their bed with them. At least part of that, Connie knew, was because he hadn’t found any of them particularly appealing, for one reason or another. More often than note, the lack of appeal was because he knew the other women didn’t care for sex with men.
On the other hand, though, he’d never said he would reject the idea. Which might be just as well.
Because Connie had something to tell her husband.
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When In Rome – 03

Author’s NotesBack to Callia&Cassius – although no one gets pregnant in this chapter, there IS mention of it. So, fair warning if that’s not your thing.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
It was her third, and probably final, bath of the day.
Callia could finally relax. Her day was supposed to be over, and it had been a good day. Every inch of her body had been used, and physically, she was exhausted. But her mind would not stop.
She’d slept in a bed. That had never happened before, at least not in the part of her life that she could remember. She’d woken up with Cassius wrapped tightly around her body. He was kissing her neck while he slept. He confused her beyond her wildest imaginings. Sometimes he did things that were so strange to her, so foreign that she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
First, his kisses. No man had ever kissed her before, but that didn’t confuse her that much. Men liked to have their mouths on her body, and they liked for her to have her mouth on their bodies. So it made logical sense that he could be aroused by their mouths touching. After all, Cassius was aroused by strange things. She accepted that as part of who he was.
Second, the fact that he would be angry about other men touching her. That’s what whores were for after all, but it made sense to some part of her that if men had to get his permission that meant he owned her. Men liked to own beautiful things. Everyone told her she was beautiful. Thus, it made sense that he wanted to own her.
Third on the list of “Confusing Things About Cassius” that she was composing in her head was that he’d wanted her to sleep in his bed. This is where things started to hurt her head. She understood that he’d wanted to use her body when he arrived home, but he could have chained her to his bedpost. He could have told her to sleep on the floor like she was supposed to. It had occurred to her that maybe he had wanted someone to catch her disobeying her father’s rules so that she would be punished, but Cassius wouldn’t have been home to watch her be punished, so what would he gain from that?
Fourth. He hadn’t used her when he came home. He hadn’t even woken her. He must have picked her up and put her in his bed, because she was positive she’d fallen asleep on the floor. She woke up in his bad with his arms around her, and he wasn’t inside her. He hadn’t been inside her – she would have felt it. She would have still felt it in the morning. This is what was really prying at her mind. It seemed strange to her. She couldn’t imagine that being huddled over someone else’s body could have been a comfortable way for him to sleep, or why he would want to share that exquisitely soft bed with anyone. He could have stretched out with all of the warm blankets all to himself, but instead he was rolled half on top of her.
That’s when she realized that she must have done something wrong. She must have moved in her sleep, gotten in his way. Maybe he had placed her somewhere else and she’d moved, and then she interrupted his sleep.. Except he hadn’t been angry in the morning. At least, not at her. He’d been preoccupied, but he’d kept her in bed and fed her from his own plate before sending her to Father.
She sank down under the water as she realized she was wasting her time. Trying to understand her oldest brother was an exercise in futility. The other four were easy to understand. So was father. She knew exactly what it was they wanted from her, and she’d been trained on how to give it to them. She also knew that her life meant nothing to them. Atticus liked to tease her about it while he fucked her, remind her that any day could be the day that one of them killed her. That no one would miss her. When she was younger, that used to make her cry. He’d enjoyed that. But now she was old enough to accept it as a fact of life.
/Do you think I’d let that happen?/
Would Cassius miss her when she was gone? Whenever she remembered his words from that day, her belly did something funny. It felt like, birds and butterflies dancing inside her. It made her smile. She didn’t have a name for that feeling.
Fear was when you thought someone might kill you, or hurt you worse than you could handle. Happiness was the feeling of having a cock inside you. Sadness was when the other slaves in the cells cried themselves to sleep. Pain was when you were being beaten. Sympathy was when you saw someone else hurt or cry.
Those were the only emotions she knew.
She didn’t have a name for what thinking of Cassius made her feel. And there was no one she could ask.
She stood to ask someone to dry her body, but before she could ring the bell, the door swung open. Galla, the old woman in charge of cleaning and prepping the whores for clients looked grim faced.
“Sweetheart.” She paused, and Callia was puzzled at the sympathy apparent in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Cassius has asked for you again. Come.”
The birds and butterflies in her stomach dive bombed, and she turned away from Galla to hide her smile.
Whatever this feeling was, she enjoyed it.
*CASSIUS
“Don’t bother chaining her,” Cassius instructed as he slipped back into his bath. “I don’t want to have to get up again.”
The tub had already had to be rinsed free of blood once. It wasn’t his blood. It had just been that kind of night.
Callia was clean and naked. When her hair was dry it was closer to blonde, but now it was dripping wet and looked far redder in the firelight. It felt down nearly to her tiny little waist, just where he liked to hold when he was fucking her from behind. He could see that she was cold, her slight little body trembled as she knelt by his bed. Her pink nipples were hard and pebbled. She kept her eyes on the floor like a good little girl.
His cock was throbbing, painfully hard under the hot water as he studied her, took inventory of the damage he’d done to her perfect skin. His little sister was far too beautiful to be at the mercy of his cruel hands. He was supposed to look after her. Protect her. He was her fucking brother. Instead he violated her, abused her, fucked her in a way that he knew was a aberration. But when she smiled at him, looked up at him with those big fucking blue-green eyes so full of trust when he spilled inside her.. Being with her felt like the only clean, pure thing he’d ever done.
She was fourteen years younger than he was; though she was old enough (by law) to marry, most good families would keep a girl her age home for a few more years before sending her off to her husband. At least until they were certain she could safely bear a child. The thought crossed his mind, unbidden, and he could feel the jolt of heat in his cock – just from the mere thought of her little tits swelling, her belly growing round with his son. It was something he’d never dreamed of. Something he never knew he wanted.
Something he knew he couldn’t have.
“Come, Callia. Sit by me.”
She kept her eyes lowered as she did, perched on the side of the tub, close enough for him to touch her. He stroked her thigh lazily and she stared into the water. He wondered what she thought when she was quiet, how her mind worked when she waited for him to speak.
“Are you hurt?” She whispered. Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear her. She shivered as his fingers trailed the inside of his thigh, and he closed his eyes at the her soft little gasp as his fingers brushed her pretty little cunt.
“No, Callie.” He kissed to outside of her thigh. “It wasn’t my blood.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
“Would it bother you if I was hurt?” He rested his face against her hip, chin on her thigh as he traced light circles on her slit with his finger tips. He could smell her skin, her soap, the lotions his slaves had rubbed on her body. He could smell her sweet little cunt.. His face was so close. Close enough to reach out his tongue and taste her, if that was something he desired. It was something he’d never done. Something he thought submissive. Distasteful. But more than once he’d found himself alone in his bed, fist around the length of his cock imagining what his sister’s cunt would taste like as she came.
“It would bother me very much.” Her voice was thick, and when he looked up at her, her eyes were wet and she was biting her lip. Confusion was apparent on her face, though he had no idea what part of that exchange had confused her. But then, Callia was almost as strange as he was.
She was quiet tonight. Well, she was always quiet. Tonight she was quieter than usual. She stared at him as she bathed him and washed his hair. Her hands slid gracefully over his entire body.. Everywhere except his cock. When she reached for it, he slapped her hand away.
“Not yet.”
When he was done and dried, he pointed to his bed. “Bend over the foot board, Callia.”
She ducked her head and obeyed, positioning her body so that her legs were spread just enough that he could see her tiny, pink cunt. She stood on his tiptoes, her ass presented perfectly. She looked.. Perfect. But not for what he had in mind.
“Feet flat on the floor. Grip the rail so you don’t fall.”
When he had her like her wanted her, tense, unsure, afraid.. He stroked her ass. Softly. He wanted her off guard. When she finally relaxed against his hand and moaned softly at the gentle touch, it was time.
He didn’t hesitate. He heard the sharp crack of flesh against flesh before he felt the hot, stinging pain in his hand. She cried out, in pain as much as surprise, as she sagged against the bed. She whimpered, and his cock jerked when the whimper was followed by a sniffle. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. The next slap was harder; it just barely overlapped the last. His stomach tightened as he studied her ass, so perfectly round and tight. Her smooth, soft skin was still marred from the bruises he’d left with his cane, and now the left side of her ass was beautifully, painfully red from his hands.
He hit her again. And again. And again. Each time watching the red area get larger. He lost himself in his aching palm, it would probably be bruised tomorrow. He was hitting her too hard, and he knew it but.. Her cries stoked him higher, and when he crouched beside her to see the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes, the part of the world he tried to anchor himself in started to slip away. He was losing his head.
He struck her again. He couldn’t stop. Every single inch of her round little ass was swollen and red. So were her thighs, her hips. In places the red was tinged with purple. He struck her again. This time his hand hit his baby sister’s sweet little cunt and the last modicum of control he’d managed to hold on to fell away when his palm came away wet. He shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, his eyes open but unseeing when he realized that she was soaked. So fucking wet, for him, after everything he’d done to her. He gripped her waist in his hands, pulled her ass against his hips. He didn’t fuck her. He just pressed himself against her, hearing her breathless cries as his body ground against the raw, swollen welts on her ass.
He could feel the heat pouring off her skin, and he was losing it. He couldn’t see her, didn’t know what he-
“Cal. I need.. Oh Gods, I need to hurt you Callie. You need to go.” His words were frantic against her throat. He knew this feeling, this sick, uncontrollable lust to hurt, to break, to destroy. “When I let go of you, little sister, you run.”
He let go.
And she was gone.
He heard the click of the door, but the way his head was pounding it sounded so quiet.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that it hadn’t been the door at all. It had been his trunk. Callia was on her hands and knees, crawling back toward him. Caught between her lips was his whip. She raised up on her knees in front of him, offering him his favorite toy.. The one he knew she hated the most. Something inside him broke when he looked into her eyes. Pain and fear.. But trust shined through both – along with another emotion he refused to even let himself name in his dreams.
And it was over. The hazy cloud of killing rage, of blood lust, didn’t leave. It never did. But she, Callia, had pushed it back down to manageable. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the whip and studied it as Cal released it from her teeth. He looked down at her, his Callia.. His girl.
He tossed it across the room behind him.
And then his arms were under hers and she was in the air, and in one more second she was spread out on his bed.
He took her feet in his hands, spreading her legs wider before he laid on top of her body. His mouth hit hers and he could taste the salt on her lips from her tears. He kissed her mouth, her sweet little button of a nose and then her neck. He bit at her collarbone until he felt her hips rock up to meet him.
Then he moved lower. He tasted every inch of his little sister’s body, her tight little nipples, the bottoms of her breasts. He trailed his tongue along the curve of her waist and dragged his teeth along her hipbones. His fingers slid between the lips of her little cunt and found her burning hot and soaking wet. He would taste her tonight. He would hold her little hips against him as he made her cum against his mouth.
He worked his fingers deeper into her hole, looking up past her breasts to see her watching him. She looked unnerved, completely unsure of how to respond and he fucking loved it. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his fingers to his lips.
Her lips parted, and then her mouth dropped open as she watched him slowly lick her juices off his fingers. Her hips rocked off the bed, up towards him, but his eyes closed as his lips wrapped around the tip of his finger.
He jerked her legs open, as wide as he could get them, and stared down at her wet little pussy. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his cock pounding at the giggle she sounded when his cheek grazed her thigh.
“Tickles.” She whimpered and he smiled at her. His cheek was rough, he hadn’t shaved. He rubbed his face against her thigh just to feel her body tremble under his. He kissed her round, tiny little clit. It was wet against his lips and he licked them before he trailed his tongue up her slit. He could feel his own hands shaking against her thighs, and he pressed his thumb against her hole as his lips circled her little button. Her hips arched up to meet his face and he let them, savoring the taste of her teenage cunt against his mouth.
She writhed against him, but he held her in place. Pulled her legs over his shoulders and laced his fingers together over her belly, pinning her against the bad and against his mouth as his tongue worked inside her hot little cunt. She grinded against him, the same way she did when he was fucking her and when he heard that strangled cry – the one he’d come to crave, he knew.
He did not taste her gently. He sucked and he bit, slapped the hell out of her sensitive little clit while he fucked her with his tongue. He kissed her tiny little nub with more force than he had ever kissed her mouth while he forced his fingers in her wet, willing hole. And when he heard that cry.. he felt and he tasted his little sister cum, screaming, with his teeth on her clit and his tongue in her cunt. It was better than he’d ever imagined. His cock throbbed painfully, heavy and aching between her legs, and he didn’t -couldn’t- give her the second she needed to recover.
He was deep inside her in one hard, forceful stoke and he couldn’t stop. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet him as he drove inside her. He could barely see the blue of her eyes. She was begging like she knew how to speak only four words.
“Please fuck me, Cassius.” Over and over, louder. Crying for him, screaming for him as his body pounded hers. He ached for her. Her fingers nails dug into his back and he hoped that he would have marks on his body like she had on hers, reminders of this night. This night, he had almost lost control. He still felt like he was losing control.
And then his teeth were against her ear, and he hated the words threatening to spill from his lips. “Callie, I-“Don’t. Shut your fucking mouth. He wanted.. Her.
He gritted his teeth as he pulled away, leaving her sprawled on the mattress, her red-blonde hair wild around her face, her eyes half closed but focused only on him.
“My… m-my mouth, Cassius. Cum in my mouth.”
He shook his head as he watched his cock pounding inside her raw, pink little pussy. “No.”
No, tonight he would spill inside his sister’s cunt. Never mind the fact that he knew nothing could come from it. The tea his father gave the whores every morning would prevent conception. But tonight he would cum inside her imagining a day when she was free and he was too. He hadn’t realized it yet, but sometime tonight between the men he’d killed and the sister he loved he’d made a decision. She would not die here. And neither would he. Someday.. They would leave this place. Together.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, but softly, and sank on top of her body with his cock still inside her.
His words were quiet and soft against her ear, his balls heavy against her ass. “Would you give me a son, Callia?”
She froze underneath him and stared up at him with wild eyes. “You know – Father gives us -”
His cock jerked inside her. He was so fucking close. “No. I know. Not tonight.”
He kissed the side of her cheek as he barely whispered words that would have them both killed. “If I could get us out of here.. Would you go with me? Would you leave this place with me, me mine? Love me, Callia, bear my children? Would you have me?”
He felt her answer in her body, saw it in her eyes before she even spoke. She pushed her hips against his and her lips brushed his so gently he might have missed it if he weren’t so focused. He saw something flash in her eyes, a determined awareness. Enlightenment.
There was fire in her gaze when she nodded. “Yes.”
A tension he hadn’t known was there lifted and he dug his fingers into her little hips and felt her body tremble with his next stroke. She would cum for him again, this time as he filled her body with his seed.
*CALLIA
It had never felt like this.
She felt like every single part of her body was on fire as he filled her. Every nerve felt raw, and there were tears building in her eyes as she got ready to cum again. The first time had been against his mouth, with his tongue inside her, something no one had done to her since she was a child. Cassius had done it better. And now his cock filled her, rough strokes that ripped her body apart, but made her feel so fucking alive.
His lips covered hers and caught her scream as her body exploded around him. So intense, so intense that she felt herself crying against his cheek. He licked away her tears as his cum spilled inside her cunt. She felt it, felt him jerk inside her. She knew the sound he made, and the way his body tensed and she found herself shivering around him, thinking about the day when he would be hers as much as she was his.
He collapsed on top of her, and she tried to move out from underneath him so he could lay comfortably. His arms snaked around her and pulled her back against his chest. One of his hands snaked down to her still shaking, overly sensitive cunt. He slapped her pussy hard as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face.
“I wish you could sleep here.”
She tensed. She should ask what she’d done wrong last time. So she’d never do it again.
“C-” She whimpered against his ongoing assault of her clit. “Cassius?”
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy, she grinned. A silly grin that she couldn’t exactly explain. She turned to face him, and just stared, smiling as she traced her finger down the bridge of his nose. She shouldn’t have done it. He should have slapped her hand away. But he didn’t. He just watched her through tired eyes. He looked.. Relaxed. It made the butterflies in her belly do funny things.
“When I slept in here, I didn’t mean to crowd you. I didn’t even know I moved.”
He frowned. “You didn’t move, Callie. You slept like a little rock.”
“But..” She scrunched her nose. “You slept on top of me. I thought..”
“When I left, I intended to come home and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up. But it was a long night. When I got home.. I just wanted to touch you while I slept.” He sat up and pulled her close to him, his face so, so serious. “Listen to me Callie.”
She tensed, trepidation building as she watched him.
“Nothing we said tonight can leave this room. You act like everything is normal. You be a good girl, like always.” His fingers brushed over her breasts and he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away he took her face in her hands. “When they want your cunt, you give it to them. You fuck them, you take whatever cock is stuck in your face. You’re the perfect little whore Cal. Do whatever they tell you to do. And I will find a way to get us out of here.”
She nodded, trembling as he pressed his lips to her belly.. She felt her cunt tighten when she replayed his words in her head. Someday, her flat little belly with would be full and swollen with his child. Her tits would be tight and round and he would still fuck her, still fill her cunt with his cock, and everyone who knew them.. Everyone who saw them would know that it was his baby she was carrying. Perhaps they wouldn’t know she was his sister… but that didn’t matter. Not her.
Someday.

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