Foot or shoe fetish

Marching Band (Part 1)

A horny college sophomore is forced to join marching band by his parents, and hates it. Luckily, he gets into a situation that can change his college life forever.

Rich Sado Girl

Hey it’s been awhile since my last story, here’s a fresh new one to start off another chain. Once again I hope you enjoy it, and if you have a helpful critique, please feel free to let me know. My stories are for people to enjoy. Well have fun reading.
I stared at my father across the 10ft marble table as we ate dinner. My Father was telling me that he’ll be away on business in Japan for a while and that I’ll be staying at a hotel called Steele Maize. I was a bit surprised, not by the fact that my Father will be leaving since his job usually requires him to make trips. My father was the director of a massive medical corporate and was often selected as one of the most successful men in the U.S. It was the fact that I’ll be staying at a hotel in the meantime. Usually my father would have me stay with my Mother in France or with other relatives.
“Rose be sure that you mind your manners,” He said finishing his plate, “Even though I helped established Steele Maize, you are to be respectful and well mannered. Am I understood?”
I nodded, “Yes father.”
“Good,” He said getting up. “I will be in my studies if you need me. Once you finish your meal, go to bed. You’ll be leaving early in the morning,” and with that he left, leaving me to clean my plate.
After I finished, one of our many servants came and asked, “Would you like something else Ma’dam?”
“No thank you,” I told him with a smile as I left for my room. After going up two flights of stairways, I finally arrived to my room. Quietly entering, I began packing my things I need into a suitcase. When I went to my dresser to gather some clothes, I passed one of my large mirrors. I couldn’t help but do a little spin in front of it. I stood still to examine my body. I had a slender physique and was well toned, my skin was fair and smooth. I was half American and half French, but I was born in Italy. I had long wavy blond hair, I was average height, being 5’8 at 19 years old. My tits weren’t big or small, but they were round and firm. My ass on the other hand was a different story, I had a big smooth, shapely ass that I was quite proud of. When I was younger I was embarrassed at first by it, but as I got older I realized that it was a powerful weapon of sexual appellation. I took after my Mother face and her big blue eyes which my father once described as angelic.
I finished packing and dressed into my night gown. Switching off the lights, I jumped into my huge bed and quickly fell asleep. The next day I had a light breakfast of eggs and bacon and got dressed into an elegant pink dress that was prepared for me. My father had already left for Japan, so I boarded into a limo that was driven by the head butler of my household Stewart Evans. He was a 56 year old retired veteran solider from Vietnam. After loading my luggage into the limousine, we were off. The drive was only a quarter to hour long, I passed the time by reading Twilight for the 50th time. When we did arrive at Steele Maize, I saw 2 people were waiting for me. The first man was short and plump who I recognized as Joseph Margo the hotel’s manager.
After Steward parked, he got out of the limo, and opened the door for me, took out my luggage and placed them on the curve. I stepped out of the vehicle and thanked him.
“It is my pleasure Ms. Rose.” He said smiling gently, “If you should need anything, please let me know.”
“I will, thank you.” I said smiling back. Steward then got back into the limousine and drove off. I walked towards the 2 men.
“Bonjour,” I said fluently when I approached them then I added, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Mr. Margo said, “The pleasure is mine Ms. Strautose, we’ve been awaiting your arrival. We do hope your stay here will be a pleasant one.” He then indicated to the young man beside him and said, “Ryan here will help provide any assistance you should need during your stay here.” I glanced at Ryan, he was quite tall probably around 6’3ft, he had shaggy black hair, brown eyes, and he was pretty built. He was quite handsome.
I smiled and held out my hand, “Enchantee.” When I saw how puzzled they both looked, I giggled and said, “Please forgive me, I’ve just returned from visiting my Mother in France a few months ago. So I’m still used to greeting people in French.”
Ryan relaxed, “So you’re bilingual?”
I took some time to ponder then said, “Well I know 3 languages. English, French, and Italian, so I guess I’m trilingual.”
“Wow.” Ryan said obviously impressed.
I smiled and then held out my hand again, “Let’s try again. I’m Rose Strautose, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Ryan took my hand into one his own and said, “Ryan Wilter, the pleasure is mine.”
Mr. Margo suggested that we go ahead to my room, I accepted so he had Ryan carry my luggage to my room. I felt a little bad since I had 6 luggages. As Mr. Margo and I walked into the elevator, I asked him a few questions about the hotel and Ryan. According to Mr. Margo, Ryan was just 18 years old which surprised me, he just finished high school, and he’s been working at Steele Maize for three years. Mr. Margo also said that Ryan wanted to become a lawyer, so he was working for money so he can get into a good college.
“And here is the floor for our platinum members, and this will be your room,” Mr. Margo said when we got to my room, I was amazed, for a hotel room, it was simply amazing. There were a total of six rooms, each room fabulously furnished with exotic paintings, carpeting, and beautifully made furnitures. Although I shouldn’t be to surprise since their platinum members are given the finest rooms in the hotel. Ryan came in bringing in the last of my luggage just as I finished going in every room admiring each unique decors. I thanked him sincerely.
“Oh you’re welcome.” Ryan had said, turning somewhat red, before he left he added, “If you need anything, just let me know.”
For the next two weeks in which my time in Steele Maize were more than comfortable. Everyone was rather generous towards me. The staff helped me as much as possible. Even the other guests were kind to me. I was often surrounded by them whenever I would leave the platinum floor. Women often asked me about my make up, hair, or skin, although I didn’t really used any unless for a very formal party, I’d lie and tell them that I used AVON products. Whenever I enter a room to sit down at a table, men would practically trample over each other to pull a chair out for me. Sometimes they’ll try to tell me jokes, I’d just fake a laugh, despite the joke having no humor. But everywhere I went, I heard them talking about how elegant, graceful, and kind I was. Yet what they always described wasn’t me at all, at least not the real me. The real me was a sadistic, cold, and uncaring person who was also very manipulative.
Ryan on the other hand, seemed to be the very opposite of me. He was really nice, and hardworking. I enjoyed any discussions that we would have. Ryan told me that he had a mom and a sister and that his father died when he was pretty young. He also asked me a few questions.
“Well I’m actually into fantasy books.” I said, when he asked me what books I liked to read.
“Really, me too.” He said smiling.
With each day, my time here was becoming more and more enjoyable. One day, there was a small package for me from my older cousin Mary. When I opened it there was a DVD. When I looked closer, I realized that it was a porno. On the back of the DVD case was a note it read:Hi Rose, how are you? I wanted to give you the latest set from the series. It’s thanks for that wonderful party you had for me. I hope you enjoy it, P.S. send me an e-mail would ya.
I slipped the DVD into the player and watched the clip. I skipped the parts till I got to a sex scene. A girl with big tits was strip teasing a guy in a chair. The man’s face was blurred and he was naked. When the girl started taking her shirt off, the camera closed in on the guy’s body showing his limp cock stiffening. The girl swung her shirt over her head while jumping up and down causing her tits to bounce. The guy jumped from the chair and grabbed the girl from behind and grinded his cock against her ass through her jeans she still had on. The girl pushed the man off her and started taking her jeans off.
I was starting to feel wet, I hunched up my black skirt to my waist, I pulled the strap of my thong to one side and started rubbing my fingers against my pussy. I watched as the girl had her jeans on the rim of her ass and started wiggling her ass to get them off. The man stood there stroking his cock and groaning. By the time the girl finally got the jeans off her, I was plunging my fingers deep into my pussy. I felt moans escape me as I watched the girl throw panties off and started kissing the man furiously. The man responded with equal enthusiasm, he eventually went down to her big tits and started sucking on her dark nipples. The girl moaned as she pulled away from him and knelt in front of him.
She slipped his cock into her mouth and started deep throating him. I watched her take in his entire cock’s length within moments. Her gags mixed in with his moans as her oral assault intensified. After a minute of this the man pulled his cock out of mouth and gently laid her on her back. He spread her legs and proceeded to fuck her. At this point I was getting close to cumming. My body slightly trembled as I slipped my hand in my grey shirt and grabbed my tit. My pussy tightened as my fingers explored its contents. Within a moment I was completely overtaken by an intense orgasm, I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and bit my lip. For a moment my body shuddered as the orgasm slowly faded. As my body slowly relaxed, a noise startled me, I opened my eyes and looked at the source before freezing. Standing at the doorway with a cart of cleaning utensils was Ryan.
Ryan was staring at me, I still had my hand between my legs and I could hear the male actor in the movie saying, “Ugh baby.. gonna cum now.”
My lips trembled as I tried to speak, but no words would venture from me. I unconsciously noticed Ryan had a huge bulge in his pants.
“Oh sorry,” Ryan quickly muttered and as fast as he could, pulled the cart out and left while closing the door behind himself. I cursed myself, as a feeling I’ve never felt before began to engulfed me. Not awkwardness, shame, not even embarrassment, it was humiliation that choked me. I didn’t know why, but I felt as though Ryan had humiliated me beyond recognition. Then I felt anger towards him swell up inside me. The video ended with the guy cumming on the girl’s face before I turned it off. Suddenly fear invaded me, fear of the idea Ryan telling everyone what I was doing.
I didn’t know how long I stood there, but in the end I decided that it’d be best if I went to get something to eat, so I straightened my clothes and composed myself. To my astonishment everything was the same, no one looked at me differently, however I didn’t see Ryan again for the rest of the day.
The next day I was reading a book when Ryan came and tried to apologize to me, however I chosed to leave without acknowledging him. Again he tried but I just ignored. Ryan then said calmly, “Look, I’m sorry okay? But if you want to act like a spoiled brat, then fine. I have nothing else to say to you then.” I looked up stunned, but he was already walking away. My body trembled as the humiliation I felt the other day increased exponentially. For the next few days, Ryan gave me the cold shoulder and made no contact, if he did clean my room, he waited till I left, and would be done by the time I came back. During the fifth day, when I saw him, I tried to say something, but he walked right past me.
That night as I laid in my bed, I thought back to when I noticed Ryan at the doorway. The way he looked at me made my body feel so hot. Remembering how his eyes scrutinized over my body caused my pussy to drip.
As my lust took over, my hand instinctively went in between my legs, my fingers gently caressed my clit. I moaned in ecstasy, I cupped my tit in my hand, before playing with my nipple. My body softly shuddered as moans occasionally emerge from my lips. I rocked my hips against my fingers, shoving them deeper into my wet pussy. I masturbated to Ryan, his calm, and shy face, his gentle brown eyes, and his exceeding kindness. It wasn’t till I remember his huge bulge in his pants that I realized something, I wanted to have Ryan, I wanted to make him mine and I knew just how to do it. As my last orgasm of the day occurred, I resolved to fuck the shit out of Ryan. The next day when I saw Ryan leave for home, I went to Mr. Margo.
“Excuse me sir, but can I request Ryan Wilter?” I asked.
He looked at me oddly, “Well Ryan’s shift is over now and he has a day off tomorrow. Is there any specific reason that you have for requesting him?”
I chose my words carefully, “Yes sir, you see there is a private matter in which we need to confront. I would very much like to get it out of the way as soon as possible.”
Mr. Margo sat back into his chair pondering over what I had said, “I understand, I’ll phone his house and let him know.”
I smiled gently, “Thank you sir.”
He nodded, “You’re very much welcome Ms. Strautose.”
I went back to my room, I felt a smile curl up on my face as I got a cup of ice cold water and putted it on a nightstand besides my bed, and brought out my personal black bag. I took a quick shower and changed into a black skirt and grey shirt while wearing a black thong, the same outfit he saw me masturbate in. I chose not to wear a bra and went to sit on my bed. I didn’t have to wait long, for within minutes I heard the door open. I heard footsteps coming towards my room. Ryan came into my room and stood there not saying anything.
“Hello,” I said looking up at him.
“Hey,” he responded. I stood up, picking up the cool glass of water, walked towards. Stopping directly at him, I looked up into his brown eyes and he looked into my own. We were both still for a while. Then within a flash, I hurled the cold water into his face. Everything seemed to slow down, I watched as soon as Ryan stumbled back after being hit by the water. I was easily able to push him down on the floor.
“What the hell.” Ryan said wiping water off his face.
“How does that feel.” I said my voice carrying a somewhat darker tone. I looked down at Ryan, despite his calm face. I could see anger and irritation emitted from his eyes. I knew he wanted to harm me, and the knowledge brought shivers of joy to my body.
“What was that for?” Ryan asked, trying to keep his cool.
I tossed my hair back, “Isn’t that obvious, that’s for humiliating me.”
“What do you mean?” He questioned.
“You had the decency to come into my room without any warning.” I yelled at him.
“Look, I apologized for that, and besides you should’ve put a sign telling me that you won’t need any services. Just the record I did knock.” he said raising his voice. “If throwing a damn tantrum was all that you wanted, then I’m going.” he said making an attempt to stand.
“No you’re not.” I muttered. He ignored me and walked towards the door. Then I shouted something that made him stop, “If you leave this room, then you’re fired.”
“What?” He exclaimed, “What the hell you mean by that?”
I held up 2 fingers and said, “With just 2 calls, I can have you fired and ensure you don’t get into any type of schools.”
“He glared at me, “You conniving bit-.”
I cut him off, “Maybe I should start with the first call.”
He stared at me. “What do you want from me?” He questioned.
A sadistic smirk crossed my face, “I want you to strip off down to your underwear.”
He stood there glaring at me, I slightly tilted my head, “Do you want to be added to the unemployment list?” He sighed and proceeded to take his shoes, shirt, socks, and gym shorts off. I licked my lips as I inspected his body, Ryan was indeed much more toned than I’d gave him credit for. I looked at his underwear which was concealing his cock.
“Take ‘em off.” I commanded. He did willingly, I silently gasped when I saw how big his cock was while it was still slightly limp. I pointed to the floor near the table that’s connected to the floor, “Sit there.” He did so. Then I told him to close his eyes.
“What for?” He asked harshly.
I pretended to think, “Let’s see, to keep your job, that’s what.” He glared at me for a while, but eventually his eye lids closed. I smiled as I pulled out a pair of handcuffs from my black bag and gently brought Ryan’s arms around one of the table legs. Then I quickly snapped the handcuff on his wrists. His eyes shot opened as he tried to pull his arms to his side but couldn’t.
“What the-?” He started, before I cut him off. Grabbing a chair from one of the table’s sides, I put the chair in front of him and sat on it. I took off my socks and placed my foot on his thigh. He glanced at my foot nervously then back at me. I softly nudged his cock with my foot. I pulled my foot back and stuck out my other foot in front of his face.
“Lick my foot,” I demanded. He stared at me for moment, when I held up 2 fingers again, he did so willingly. My body slightly jerked as I felt his tongue wrap itself around each of my toes, before going between them. I positioned my foot so Ryan can lick the bottom of it. I moaned as both ticklish and sexual pleasure went throughout my whole leg. Pulling my foot back, I got up and pulled down my thong, I knew Ryan was watching me carefully. I looked at his cock, which was now hardening at a slow rate. I told him to close his eyes again, I smiled when he did so without complaint.
Then I walked over and placed my legs on both sides of his head.
“Look up, but don’t open your eyes until I say so,” I instructed him. He did so quickly. I lowered ass on his face, I heard Ryan slowly breathed in the aroma of my body. “Now…lick.” I said softly moaning from Ryan’s heated breath. Immediately I felt Ryan’s tongue enter my pussy. I moaned as his tongue licked up all of my juices. I grabbed both my tits while wiggling my ass on his face. Ryan continued his assault, his speed increasing as he licked my pussy folds. Within about five minutes I was engulfed in an orgasm. When it died down, I knelt in front of Ryan and passionately kissed him. It occurred to me that it was my first kiss.
Ryan respond with equal force, our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I tasted my own juice in his mouth, and it made me even hornier. I wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him closer. Then I pulled back and glanced at Ryan’s cock, a smile crept onto my face. His cock was now very hard, and to my amazement, twitching while oozing some precum. I spread his legs a bit for easier access, then crawled out in front of him facing him on all four legs. I lowered my head and licked the precum off the tip of his cock. Ryan gasped in ecstasy.
“Open your eyes now,” I cooed softly. He did so reluctantly and stared at me between is legs. I grabbed his shaft with one hand and started stroking him softly. Then I slipped his cock into my mouth. Ryan’s body jerked as he moaned in pleasure. I bobbed my head up and down, taking in more of his cock into my mouth. My tongue wrapped itself around his cock’s head, before withdrawing softly to flicking at the tip of his cock. My hand played with his balls, grabbing, jiggling, and cupping. I felt his shudder, as his orgasm quietly approached. I withdrew my head somewhat till just the tip of his head remained in my mouth, then I took it all back in my mouth within one motion. Ryan body jerked upward. I quickly let his cock slip out of my mouth, I grabbed his cock with my hand and squeezed its shaft tightly. Ryan gasped in pain as I halted his orgasm.
He looked down at me. “You bitch.” He whispered harshly. I slyly grinned at him. I stood up and slowly lift my shirt up revealing my perky tits and round pink nipples. Ryan sat there obviously mesmerized, I kept my shirt up and bunched up my skirt to my waist, completely revealing my firm ass. I turned, my back facing Ryan and stuck my ass out. With both hands I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them, while bobbing my ass up and down. I glanced back at Ryan and gave him a seductive look, at the same time I intently watched his cock hoping my plan would work.
It did, even though I stopped Ryan from cumming, he was still on the verge of it. I watched in fascination as cum flew from his cock, several landing on the floor, a few landed on the back of my feet. I scooped some up and licked it. It had a salty yet erotic taste that made me feel even hornier. I had my fun for today, so I adjusted my clothes accordingly. I glanced at Ryan and to my pleasure, he looked as broken as I’d hope to see him. I got the key to his handcuffs, and unlocked him. I greatly underestimate Ryan, the moment the cuffs fell from his wrists. Ryan grabbed me and hauled me onto my bed and pinned me down.
He turned me so I’d be on my stomach. He literally tore my skirt off, revealing my ass. My body shuddered as his hand softly rubbed my ass cheek.
“Such a big ass. Nice and firm.” He whispered to me. Then he smacked my ass hard, causing me to scream in pain. He smacked my ass again. For about the next two minutes, he’s done nothing but smack my ass. My pussy was soaking wet from both the pleasure and pain of his abusive action. I was breathing hard, I turned my head towards him.
“You’ve learned your lesson?” He asked firmly.
“Go to Hell.” I spat. He lightly pat the very sore spot on my ass, my body flinched in terror and pleasure. Then he delivered his judgment by bringing his hand against my ass with such force. My eyes watered, yet I willed myself not to let a single tear drop.
“Did you learn your lesson?” He asked saying each syllable slowly.
“Yes.” I muttered. He got off me, my body relaxed thinking it was over, but to my surprise, Ryan turned me over on my back. He spread my legs with his own and positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I stared at him, he looked back at me, his face completely emotionless. Then he shoved in with absolute force. He quickly entered his entire cock into me. I moaned in both pain and pleasure. Ryan slowly inspected my pussy.
“Should’ve known you were a slut.” He said coldly when he didn’t find any blood. The truth was however this was my first time, I had broken my hymen while masturbating a few months before. But as Ryan talked down to me, and relentlessly pounded into me, I felt a smile crept onto my face as he began to increase his pace. I enjoyed his rough treatment on me, even when he spanked me, the pain quickly turned to pleasure. I moaned in ecstasy as Ryan lifted my leg over his shoulder and slightly turned me on my side. The process continued, Ryan gripped my ass cheek and pulled me closer, making his cock go even deeper. Ryan then drove his finger into my asshole, I moaned in ecstasy as I felt both my holes being filled. Ryan drove his cock in and out of me, but I knew he was hitting his limit. Ryan’s grunt became more haggard, his thrusts more wild, and his hips buckled.
Then without any warning, Ryan drove his cock as deep as he could into me and came. I felt his cum fill me up, it felt amazing, the pleasure was unlike any other. My face was warped in pleasure. Ryan pulled out of me, it was obvious that he was exhausted.
“I hope you’re satisfied.” Ryan said glancing at me. My body twitched in pleasure as the cum slowly dribbled out of my pussy. I scooped it up with my fingers and took my time in licking it off enjoying the taste. Ryan got up to leave, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the bed. I hopped onto him and embraced him in a deep, passionate kiss, I could feel some of his cum flow from my mouth into his. When I released, I watched in joy as he sputter some of his cum out. I roughly pushed him on his back, and saddled him.
I placed my hand in between my legs and grabbed his cock and gently stroke him, it took awhile, but eventually it came back to life. I immediately sank my ass onto his cock, engulfing it into my pussy. I was already near an orgasm, so the pleasure I received seemed to have magnified. I looked down at Ryan, he had a shocked expression, to which I enjoyed looking at.
“What’s wrong..not done already..are you?” I breathed in delight as Ryan began to moan.
“Shut up.” He replied. I smiled, his hard to get attitude turned me on so much. I increased my pace. Ryan quickly returned with equal force, our moans melded together and echoed throughout the room. I loved every moment of what we did, I loved how Ryan hands reached up to squeezed my tits, how he pinched my nipples. How his hips rhythmically matched mine. I even loved how his balls slapped against my pussy. In an instant my orgasm engulfed me, I screamed in ecstasy, my pussy clamped down on Ryan’s cock, caused him to cum also. My smile broadened as I felt his cum shoot inside of me. I let my body drop onto his, and for a moment we stayed like that, our breathing haggard and uncontrollable. Then I moved up to kiss Ryan again. He looked surprised.
“Why are you doing all of this?” He asked.
I smiled at him. “Isn’t that obvious? Because I want you.” I reached down and grabbed his cock and started stroking it. His surprised looked warped into agony. My smile grew devilish, “Don’t think we’re done just yet. I’m still pretty horny.”
To be continued

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Dad can play, too. Pt 2

I woke up the next day with a plan already in my head. My little girl had been showing off her body to me for 2 years now. After what she did last night, I knew it was time to turn the tables.
By the time she got home, I was ready. We barely glanced at each other as she walked to her room. She came out in a bikini top and a short cotton skirt. As we settled ourselves on the couch, I was barely able to keep a straight face when I saw her eyes widen at what I was wearing. If she could do what she did yesterday without letting on, then now, it was my turn. I was wearing a special pair of boxers. They were black and were made from two different types of material. One was a see-through fabric, the kind really sexy nighties are made out of, the other was silk. The boxers were striped all around in alternating fabrics, which meant she could almost completely see my cock. I intentionally left them unbuttoned, thinking it might make things easier once we really got started.
The massage was different this time, I think she realized that there were certain consequences to what she’d been doing, and now she was unsure whether or not she wanted to go through with it. Too late. She didn’t let her head fall back like she normally did, she barely blinked. Her eyes were glued to my crotch. I smiled to myself as I wondered just how much of my hard cock she was able to see. She seemed a little tense but noticeably relaxed when I finished the massage of her left foot by sucking on each and every one of her toes, first all together, then individually. She couldn’t suppress a loud moan, or resist letting her head fall back. I used the oppurtunity to get a good look at her pussy. I was in for a bit of a shock. I’d been so busy being nonchalant, I hadn’t noticed what she’d been doing as she stared at my cock. With her head thrown back and her legs spread, I had a clear view of her pussy, and was suprised to find her right hand between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit. She hadn’t been tense, she had been busy.
As we switched feet, I decided to take our game up a notch. Glad I’d decided to leave my boxers unbottoned, I shifted my ass a little, making my cock come out of my fly instead of having it make a tent. I pretended to watch tv while I rubbed her right foot, and waited. I didn’t have to wait long. I heard her gasp as she finally opened her eyes again, expecting to see the tent she’d been mesmerized by and instead seeing my exposed cock. I continued with her foot rub as usual. At one point, I felt her tense up a little, and smiled. I knew she’d just given herself a small orgasm and was pleased she gotten off while staring at my cock. I finished rubbing her foot, and gave this one the same treatment I’d given her other foot. I then shifted myself so both my feet were on the floor, but instead of putting her feet down, I kept her right leg on my left and continued “watching” tv.
I started to rub her shin and the top of her foot with my left hand, as I casually let my right hand drop to my crotch. I stroked myself a little, the sounds of her wanton whimpering spurring me on. As a droplet of precum formed at my hole, I used my finger to rub it across my head, then continued stroking myself. It was at this moment that I realized, for all her teasing, exhibitionism and masturbation, just how innocent she truly was.
“Daddy?”
“What is it, honey?” I answered.
“Um…what was that?” she asked softly.
“What was what?” I asked her, truly confused.
“That stuff that came out of your cock.”
“Oh. Well, you know how your pussy gets wet when you’re excited? It’s sort of like that.” I replied.
To this day, I don’t know whether she really meant to ask her next question or if it just slipped out. “Does it taste as good as mine does?” she asked, then blushed furiously.
I answered by using her big toe to rub the head of my cock. I rubbed until I could clearly see the bottom of her toe was smothered in my precum, then lifted her foot and said, “You tell me.”
I’ll never forget that sight. The way she pulled her foot up to her mouth, how the movement caused her already engorged pussy lips to seem to bulge, the curious expression on her face as she looked at her wet toe, and smile that came to her face when she tasted me. I was disappointed when she didn’t put her leg back on mine, but pleasantly surprised by what she said next.
“Can I lay with my head in your lap, I-I’d like to look at you up close.” She smiled self-consciously.
“Only if I get to stroke your hair while you do it.” I smiled.
She quickly got up, rearranging herself with her head in my lap, inches from my cock. As she stared with wide eyes at my cock, I pulled the front of her skirt up with my left hand, and started to rub the small strip of pubic hair that she doesn’t shave. She quickly looked at my face.
“What are you doing, daddy?” She half moaned.
“I told you, you can stare at me all you want, as long as I get to stroke your hair.” I smiled down at her.
“Oh, ok,” she breathily whispered.
She continued to look at my cock, I continued to rub her. I got bolder and bolder. I was soon stroking her lips and experimentally sliding my index finger into her. I kept licking her wetness from my fingers, then stroking her cheek or forehead before going back between her legs. I was in for yet another surprise as I started to slide my finger deeper and deeper into her and met some resistance.
“You’re a–” I muttered.
She blushed as she said “I was kind of saving myself….for you”
She’d said those last two words so softly, I thought I’d imagined them. I kissed the first two fingers of my right hand and gently pressed them to her lips. My left hand continued to rub her, now concentrating on her clit, while I grabbed my cock with my right hand. She moved her head back to my knee so she could get a clear view of me stroking myself while I rubbed her clit. Whenever drops of precum would come out, I’d stop stroking, take the drop with my fingers and take it to her lips. She eagerly licked my fingers each time. I was getting really turned on, the feel of her pussy on my fingers and her eyes on my cock getting to be too much, so the next time a drop of precum formed, I tilted my cock towards her, she eagerly took the hint and used her tongue on my cock like she’d been doing on my fingers. I couldn’t help moaning, my left hand stroked her clit faster.
I stopped rubbing her and asked her to lay on her side facing my cock. Once she was in position, I once again continued to rub her pussy. I pointed my cock at her face, not saying a word. She eagerly licked the head again. I kept my cock pointed at her and it dawned on her what I wanted her to do. She took my cock in her hand, and tentatively leaned her head towards my cock. At first she only kissed it softly. Kissed all around the head, then down the shaft and back up. I stroked her faster and faster, I could feel her on the verge. She kept kissing my cock, my hand started working faster and faster between her legs. I reached over with my right hand and started playing with her nipples through her shirt. My hand between her leg was going as fast as it could, and she was so close. I squeezed one of her nipples between my fingers and felt her grip my cock so tightly it almost hurt. I looked down at her face, contorted in pleasure. She let out a scream. Her legs were clamped on my hand, my fingers still moving back and forth on her clit. The scream became a moan. My other hand was still on her nipple, not squeezing too tightly, gently squeezing. The moan faded to gasps. Her hand slowly relaxed it’s grip on my cock. I kept moving my fingers back and forth, slowing down until they were almost still, her legs would start to relax, then speeding up, eliciting gasps from my little girl, her thighs once again clamping down on my hand, again and again. Among her moans and gasps, I could tell she was trying to speak, but all that came out were unintelligible half muttered words. It wasn’t until she threw herself to the carpetted floor from the couch that I realized she was trying to ask me to stop because she couldn’t take, couldn’t come anymore.
She sat up on the floor, resting her head on my knee, a faraway look in her eyes, the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen, on her lips. She was still breathing heavily, still coming down from her orgasms.
She whispered, as she once again took my cock in her hand, “Give me 2 minutes, daddy. That was the hardest I’ve ever come, and the second hardest, and third and…” She trailed off.
I gently took her hand off my cock, and moved her so I could stand. I told her I’d be right back and came back with a glass of water for her. She smiled a thank you at me, then started to drink as I took off my boxers and once again sat in front of her. She drank as much as she wanted, then once again grasped my cock.
For all her ignorance about the actual act of sex, she seemed familiar with how to stroke a cock. She moved her hand up and down my length, then scooted forward, kissing my thighs. She kissed up my thighs until her cheek was pressed against my balls, her hand never stopping it’s up and down motion. She turned her head and started kissing my balls, gently sucking on them. She continued to stroke my cock and nibble on my balls, on stopping her oral ministrations when she’d notice precum leaking from my cock, then she’d lick the head, until it was impossible to determine my precum from her saliva. As she kept stroking, more and more precum came out, she stopped licking and kissing my balls, and started gently sucking the head. She started to move her head up and down on my cock, in perfect rhythm with her hand. Moving her head up until only my head was between her lips, taking a little bit more of me into her mouth on each downstroke. It wasn’t long before she started using her hand to fondle my balls, my cock disappearing into her mouth. It was too much, seeing my little girl in her too tight white t-shirt, her hands playing with my balls, my cock deep in her mouth. I tried to warn her, but I was too far gone to make any real words come out of my mouth. It seemed like she was expecting it, and she expertly swallowed my first shot of cum. I was completely rigid, my hands clenched into fists on the couch, I didn’t start to relax until I’d spurted at least 6 times into her willing mouth. If she’d been expecting the first two or three spurts, I’m pretty sure she hadn’t been expecting the next four or five. When I was finally able to open my eyes and look at her, I could see some cum seeping out of the left side of her mouth, she continued to suck my cock, moving her head back so that only the head of my cock was left in her mouth, then once again used her hand to milk me. She made sure there was no more cum to be had before she finally let my cock fall from her lips, then she used her finger to scoop back into her mouth the small amount that had escaped her lips. We’d been staring into each other’s eyes since the moment I was able to open mine again. Her gaze never faltered, not as she lifted my cock to her lips once again to give it a soft kiss, and not as she finally got up and sat in my lap.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Our heads came together in a passionate kiss. Our tongues touching and pushing against each other. Her hands grasped my hair, my hands encircled her body. We stayed on that couch, kissing and fondling each other for over half an hour until I finally stood up, with her still in my arms and we made our way to the bedroom.
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How Polygamy Begins – 1(rev)

Jason is a shy guy that starts in the friend zone with four beautiful women. When they realize he’s not what they thought, they find a man and best friend that can give them what they’ve been searching for.

An Edited Life, Part 4

My mind’s fog was shattered by the pain from throughout my body. It seemed as if every muscle was sore.
My arms, legs and neck ached from the position I’d been forced to remain in for hours the night before. My ass and pussy were raw and caked in cum from the dozen cocks that had repeatedly found pleasure in them Saturday night. My jaws even hurt when I groaned as I tried to move.
I lay still for several moments, afraid to encourage my body to torture me, and it was during this time that I realized that the only element of my life that was wrecked more badly than my physical self was my career.
After I’d fallen asleep in his bed, Andre Gregory – my boss and now, it seemed, my Master – had removed the posture collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs from me, leaving me completely naked. When I finally tried to move off the bed, my legs gave and I whimpered as I crashed to the floor on my hands and knees.
“What the fuck have I done?” was my only thought as I remained on all fours, silently debating with myself over the merits of trying to stand.
I turned back toward Andre’s bed and climbed up its side till I was on my knees, leaning against it.
Andre startled me when his hands cupped my armpits and lifted me to my feet. He turned me slowly, as if he understood the agony I was in, and held me close to him as he kissed me good morning.
After ending the kiss, Andre lifted me from the floor and carried me to the living room, sitting in the recliner that matched his sofa, holding me.
My feelings toward Andre were growing increasingly complicated. As he held me, I felt protected, perhaps even loved. Having him inside me, though challenging, felt natural, as if he belonged there. But the collar, the cuffs, and the gangbang – and with those participants, in particular – left me feeling degraded, humiliated.
“Why have you done this to me?” I asked, in little more than a whisper.
Andre didn’t respond immediately, as if choosing his words carefully.
“Gabi, each day for the past six months we’ve worked side by side,” he began. “I’ve been overwhelmed by everything about you; your intelligence, your strength, your beauty. At some point – and I can’t tell you exactly when it happened – I decided I had to have you in a way and with an intensity that I’ve never experienced with another woman.”
Andre’s words nearly caused me to melt into him.
“And enslaving me is the way to do that?” I replied.
“The only way, I think,” said Andre.
Dominance and submission have never been part of my life. Yes, I’ve read some things that had left me curious, but I’ve always been independent and somewhat untrusting. I’ve never met a man who had the strength to dominate me, nor who could earn a deep enough trust for me to allow it.
Until Andre, that is.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
Andre hugged me tight, causing me to whimper from my body’s underlying pain.
“You were a big hit last night,” Andre said.
“And I’ve the excruciating pain this morning to prove it,” I sighed. “Not to mention that I’m not sure how I’ll ever face any of those men again.”
“I don’t recall it being your face that commanded their attention,” he said with a smirk.
Andre then stood from the recliner, lifting me with him. He walked through the kitchen and onto the deck, and I noticed that beneath the pergola, he’d set up what appeared to be a massage table and that on the dining table was a tray with sliced fruit, pitchers of orange juice and water, and a couple of glasses.
He carried me to the massage table, placed me face down and began to rub me.
“Relax, pet,” he said. “Master will make it better.”
My eyes shut as Andre worked the soreness from my body, again reminding me of the genuine care he had for me. I remained still, savoring the way his hands felt against me as he slowly, meticulously unknotted my muscles.
Andre spent perhaps half an hour caring for me as I lay on my tummy, then rolled me over and began working on my front.
“Your labia’s swollen,” he said as he massaged my right thigh
.
“A dozen dicks will do that,” I said, trying not to smile at his attempt at humor.
“Then I’ll be gentle when I fuck you later,” he said, and then he laughed when I noticeably cringed.
The realization hit me that I hadn’t taken a birth control pill since Friday. Though I was in the latter stage of my cycle, it was still a concern.
“Did you grab my pills from my apartment? They were on the list,” I said.
“I did not, pet,” Andre replied. “We’re going to let nature take its course, from this weekend and beyond.”
A chill cascaded through me as I imagined what my parents would think of their thirty-year-old daughter, accepting enslavement to a black man and perhaps mass-producing bi-racial children. It’s less that mom and dad are racist than conservative, old-fashioned. This is not something they would easily understand.
I bit my lip, wondering what to say.
“Yes, Master,” was all that passed through my lips, and it evoked a broad smile from Andre.
The massage lasted an hour, and it crossed my mind that it might actually be worth letting a group of men dick me till they broke me to have Andre’s hands lovingly repair me the next day.
Andre lifted me from the table and carried me to the pool, lowering me till my feet touched the deck.
“Enjoy the water,” he said. “Then we’ll eat some breakfast.”
I crouched to the deck and put my feet in the pool. Everything being relative, the water was damned cold.
As I slipped into the water, my flesh filled with goosebumps and my nips immediately hardened. I couldn’t help but shiver.
Andre laughed as he watched.
It seemed like an eternity before my body and the cold water reached equilibrium, but once they did I was able to relax and float, closing my eyes and enjoying the coolness. I didn’t even notice Andre’s retreat into the house.
As I floated, I reached to my crotch to examine my pussy with my finger. It was definitely swollen, as Andre had so astutely pointed out earlier.
And it was still sore.
I pulled myself from the pool after about thirty minutes, only to find an even deeper chill as the light breeze flowed over my naked body.
Andre emerged from the house, wrapped me in a beach towel and began to dry me as he led me to the deck’s dining table where he replaced the wet towel with a dry one, and we ate the sliced fruit he’d prepared while I was still asleep.
“So what’s in store for me today?” I asked, as we nibbled on the fruit.
“I thought we’d go to your apartment and get some more of your things, have lunch at the winery and then resume our depravity,” Andre responded.
I couldn’t imagine taking Andre’s massive cock in the condition I was in, and wasn’t certain I’d be able to do so in several hours.
“I don’t see any way I can return to work,” I said with decided reservation.
“You’re likely right,” Andre said. “But your place is here.”
We finished eating, and Andre suggested I bathe and get dressed. I helped him clear the table, and then went for a long, hot bath in his garden tub.
The weekend had been provocative, to say the least. With each moment, my craving for Andre’s attention and adoration grew. I even found myself strangely touched by the desires of the other eleven men who’d fucked me till they’d hurt me the night before.
As I washed myself, I began to wonder what it would be like not to work. How would I avoid boredom while Andre was at the office? What sort of rules would he have for me? When would be the right time to discuss these things?
Andre’s comment about letting nature take its course was also on my mind, and I remained somewhat surprised that I didn’t immediately object to the idea given its life-long implications. My hand caressed my tummy as I tried to imagine myself fat with Andre’s child, before it hit me that if events such as last night’s were repeated with any regularity, it might not be Andre’s baby that I carried.
I remained in the tub after opening its drain, letting much of the water flow out of the vessel before forcing myself to climb from its embrace and dry my body.
Andre had laid on the bed a simple selection of clothes for me that included a lacy pink camisole and thong, and khaki shorts. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a pair of pink flat sandals.
I dressed, pulled up my hair, and then found Andre in the living room, watching television. We then left for my apartment to get some more of my things.
It was nearly noon when we arrived at my place. When we entered the apartment it seemed foreign, like it was no longer mine. The things it contained where most definitely mine, but it felt as if I no longer belonged in the space.
Had the last day and a half really been that much an epiphany that I was now an uneasy visitor in my own home?
Andre helped me collect clothes, shoes, personal items. We were there for about an hour, and had his Wrangler nearly overflowing with my things before we drove back to his place and unloaded them to what had previously been an empty walk-in closet that adjoined his bedroom.
It was after 1:30 when we left his house for lunch at the winery.
The winery’s crowd was surprisingly small for such a sunny and unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon in late March. It was sort of comforting, really, given that more people might not have afforded Andre and me the privacy I’d hoped we’d have while enjoying lunch together.
We sat at a wrought iron table with a large umbrella on the brick patio outside the winery’s restaurant. Andre ordered a simple lunch consisting of a meat, cheese and bread tray, with a glass of burgundy for me and water with lemon for him.
There was a comfort in the silence that ensued, because it afforded me the opportunity to take in my surroundings, which included several hundred acres of vineyard, and a koi-filled pond.
And then, my phone alerted me to a text I’d received.
“I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, honey. Love, Mom.”
“And don’t let no black man fuck you stupid, slap a collar around your neck and have you gangbanged, baby girl,” Andre smirked when I showed him my mother’s message.
Though I couldn’t help but giggle at Andre’s remark, it did seem to open the door to a more serious discussion.
“What will my life be like?” I asked
.
“I’ve been giving that some thought, pet,” Andre said. “In fairness to both of us, I’ve been sketching out an agreement. I should have it ready for you to review tomorrow.”
“And?” I replied.
“It’s going to have some depth to it,” he said. “I think we’re in agreement that your returning to work really isn’t an option. It would be wise to lay out a structure that both of us can thrive in, long-term.”
I nodded. By giving up my independence and my career to succumb to Andre’s dominance, I was taking the boldest step of my life. It couldn’t be for a short-term fling, a whim.
“To some degree, you will be like a stay-at-home wife,” Andre continued. “You will be responsible for our home, for taking care of yourself and for other things, relating to the nature of our relationship.”
“It’s the latter that I find myself wildly curious about,” I said with a smile.
“And don’t anticipate spending much time in those clothes you just brought over,” he said dryly.
Andre and I finished lunch then took a leisurely hand-in-hand walk through the vineyard, speaking little but nuzzling one another for the entire stroll. It made me feel cared for, protected, and even though we spent more than an hour among the grapevines, it ended all too soon.
We returned to Andre’s home and as soon as we entered, I slithered out of my clothes and my Master retrieved my collar and cuffs, putting them in their proper places once I was nude. He leashed me, and then led me to a door I’d never been through, one that led to the home’s basement.
As we walked through the door, Andre flipped on the lights downstairs, and together we moved downward.
Once we were downstairs, the first thing I noticed was a stainless steel frame with a canvas harness hanging from it. Its purpose was obvious.
We walked toward the swing and Andre helped me into the harness, and there I was, hanging with my legs spread for my Master, still not fully recovered from the prior night’s hours-long gangbang.
Andre dropped by leash and undressed slowly, as if taunting me. His cock was already erect by the time it was unveiled.
He grabbed the leash’s leather handle from the floor and walked between my legs, and braced myself for more pain.
Andre’s wrapped his left hand around his cock’s base and stepped toward me, rubbing his crown against my aching slit. Despite my pussy’s discomfort, I was aroused by the thought of having my Master inside me again, of being stretched and strained by his massive black shaft, and of letting nature take its course.
Nectar began to flow through my folds as the prick’s head teased me, and soon enough Andre was sliding inside me. The whimper that passed through my lips bordered on a shriek, and my feet flailed wildly in the harness as Master sank deeper and deeper into me.
Andre had me swinging lightly over his dick. Though more gentle than our previous fucks – as he’d promised it would be – it hurt badly, but it was a pain I found myself grateful to feel.
Master played with my feet as he effortlessly flowed in and out of me. He sucked and nibbled my toes, his teeth grazed and he licked the soles of my feet, the tickling causing me to forget the pain in my crotch.
My orgasm was the most intense I’ve ever had. I tensed and shuddered head to toe, my pussy’s juices exploding over Andre’s pelvis and thighs and dripping onto the floor. It was as if my mind was detached from the rest of me, akin to an out-of-body experience.
“Good girl,” Andre said in little more than a whisper, as he continued to fuck me, the swing rocking slow and steady despite my convulsions.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said, my voice strained and cracking.
“We’re going to find out,” Andre replied, his pace increasing from slow to moderate, then leveling off.
A throaty growl swelled from within me and I writhed as my Master’s thrusts racked my slit with pain.
“Am I hurting my slut’s pussy?” Andre asked.
I nodded frantically, unable to catch enough breath to verbalize a response.
“You want this big black dick in your ass, then?” he said.
“God no!” I shrieked, imagining just how much worse my agony would be.
“I thought not,” Andre said. “And seeding that ass won’t do a thing to help me breed you.”
The words rocked me to my core, and a wave of warmth crashed through me. I began to sob with joy that this man I’d so admired as a co-worker and boss wanted to possess me, to dominate me, to push my mind and body to their limits, and that he seemed to crave seeing me with his children in my womb.
I’d never given much thought to maternity, but as Andre stabbed my aching crotch time and time again, and the happy tears freely flowed down my cheeks, I couldn’t imagine anything more natural, more right, than giving my master a gaggle of children.
When I came again, it was more like a seizure than an orgasm. It felt as if every muscle in my body had gone into spasm, as if I’d been struck by lightning. Andre groaned as my womb quaked with his prick inside it, and more of my warm fluids squirted onto him and the floor.
With his right hand holding the leash’s handle, Andre grabbed the harness strap that crossed my body a few inches above my mound and began rocking the swing hard and fast, sending his cock in and out of me violently.
A series of desperate, frantic squeals passed through my lips and my legs flailed in the straps that held them high in the air.
The look on Master’s face was prideful. He seemed to delight in having taken a woman who’d been untouched for more than six months and in less than a weekend turned her into an owned, black cock slut who was more and more savoring the idea of letting nature take its course. I began to wonder if at least part of the point behind last night’s gangbang was to show me that no one else would ever fill my body and soul the way Andre did.
“Beg for it,” Master growled, his dick twitching inside me.
“Please seed me,” I gasped. “Give me the first of our children, Master.”
My womb swelled with Andre’s warm goo, and I began to giggle, giddy with his ownership, his use.
“Who owns the pussy?” Andre said as the contents of his balls continued to spill into me.
“You do, Master,” I muttered breathlessly. “You own the pussy, and every bit of me.”
“Forever,” Andre replied.
“Forever,” I echoed.
He slipped from my sloppy cunt and released me from the harness. Immediately, I sank to my knees and glanced up at him.
“May your slave clean you, Master?” I asked.
“Please do,” he responded.
My fingers wrapped around his still turgid prick, guiding it to my mouth, and I began to suck him feverishly. I wanted Andre to understand how eager I was to accept his dominance, and how desperately I wanted to please him.
“Damn, woman, you are hungry for some nigga dick, aren’t you?” he said, prompting me to nod as I worshipped him.
I loved the taste of Andre’s cock after he fucked me. The combination of my sweet nectar and his salty jizz on his flesh reinforced the idea that we are now one, a Master and slave; a bold black man and his eager white whore.
After several minutes, Andre slipped his hands between my armpits and guided me upward till I was standing before embracing me and kissing me deeply, possessively, and we stood there, our bodies pressed together and our mouths intertwined, and I knew I belonged to him completely.

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Who Took My Cherry? – Pt5

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