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He woke up feeling a little drowsy. He had been sleeping fine, and having quite the dream, but he was no longer comfortable and that’s what roused him

The Night (with paragraphs)

This is the same as the previous version, but in paragraph form for easier reading. This is my first story, so I will gladly accept constructive critcism, but no negative comments please. I had a long, edited, grammatically correct version with character descriptions, and a prelude, but due to technical glitches, this is the only version I have left. I just wanted some feedback before I bothered to retype the whole story. Fml.

Lady in Blue

I have to apologize for the typo’s and no spacing. My stories are gone over and spaced and paragraphs appropriately done, however, when you post to this site, it screws with the formating, and add’s characters where you have apostrophe’s etc… so ….it’s not my writing!
When the event finally ended I went to my hotel room, slid the key in the door, and much to my surprise I found Leslie, sitting on the bed. I thought about it, and I wasn’t sure how she had snuck out of the computer event without me noticing she wasn’t there. She sat on my bed in a baby blue corset pulled tightly snuggling around her little perky tits. The tops of her breast spilled over the top of the corset. On her very sexy long legs was a pair of thigh highs, which fastened with garter belts to her corset. She wore spiked white heels and sat on my bed swinging her legs that were crossed at the knee. I walked over to her and she smiled. I knew that smile, she had some type of plans for me tonight, and my interested was perked. She led me by the hand into the bathroom; the bathroom had a huge sunken garden tub. She had at least 25 candles around the tub, and bubbles mounded up spilling onto the marble floor. Soft music played in the bathroom. She smiled at me, and walked back out of the room leaving me to a bubble bath.
I stripped off my business suit, pinned up my hair and had just sunk up to my neck into the bubbles, when I heard the door open. I opened my eyes that I had just closed to unwind, and in walked my beautiful lady in blue. She walked in carrying to glass of wine she sat mine down on the tub and never said a word. I got the same toothy smile, and she walked back out. I soaked in the tub until my little toes were pruned up and my fingers as well. I pulled the plug on the tub and stepped out wrapping a towel around me body. I went to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror; I let my hair down, and wondered what I was going to slip on. I certainly hadn’t brought anything sexy to wear for a nerdy computer conference. I let my long hair down and brushed it out. I left my towel in place, put on lotion and walked to the bedroom.
Laying on the bed in all her fabulous baby blue lay this woman who made me wet just to look at her. I ached to just touch her. I walked to the bed, “stop,” she said. I did as she said stopping at the end of the bed. “Drop the towel baby,” she whispered. I didn’t hesitate, I had a good body, 5’5, 125 pounds nothing to be ashamed of, and I had no kids and was pretty athletic even still. I dropped the towel and stood naked before the Goddess that I was lucky enough to fuck again tonight. She motioned for me to sit on the bottom of the bed. I sat and crossed my legs, she wagged her finger at me…”don’t cross those legs missy,” she said. I uncrossed them. “I want you to sit with your legs up spread apart and bent up at the knees. I did as she said I spread my legs and bent them. I could feel the lips of my pussy open up slightly, and I felt the cool air in the room rush across my hard little clit.
She reached between my legs after lying down on the bed on her flat little stomach. The outfit she had on, had a little thong like apparatus attached to which rode up her ass just a little, but what I noticed was she had a nice little butt plug shoved into her asshole. I got wet when I realized it, it was inevitable, and I knew I was going to get excited quickly because she was so damn sexy. She moved closer between my legs. I felt her fingers brush against the hair around my pussy, she ran her fingers through it, and then slowly she traced a finger down my lips, on each side she ran her fingers. The she moved inside ever so slightly, I was not allowed to moves, I stayed very still, as I felt her fingers move into my inner lips and run just around my wet dripping tight pussy hole. Her fingers moved slowly around the outside dipping just to the first knuckle and back out. What I wanted was her to ram her entire hand into my pussy and fuck me so hard that I couldn’t stand it anymore. But she sure wasn’t going to do that. She was going to torture me, so that I came over and over tonight. She moved a finger onto my clit, her other hand rested just above it parting my lips. He smooth soft fingers wiggled, and pulled at my clit, and squeezed occasionally, until I could feel the little thing getting plump, when I felt her breath on my cunt. Her lips wrapped around my wet hard little clit and began to suck. She held my clit just between her teeth as her tongue flicked it. I pulled in a sharp deep breath and let out a moan, as I she sucked and bit at my clitoris. I came, I didn’t ask permission, and I did nothing but trembled, and shook and put my hands on her head to ram it into my hot dripping mound.
She pulled her face out of my pussy and smiled at me, I had enough, so I flipped her over, and moved down to kiss her pussy drenched face. I could taste my sweet juice on her lips and taste it on her tongue. I pulled at the restraints of her sexy nightie, I couldn’t stand it, and I needed her tits in my mouth. I pulled one free, and began to suck her pink little ripe nipples. She shuddered as I bit and pulled at her had nipple. I could feel it shrinking and getting harder with each bite. She moaned, and said fuck my pussy baby. I kissed her mouth once more, and then her neck and her tits, undressing her as I went until I reached between her legs. I pulled the nightie off over her long legs, and flipped off her heels. I left her thigh highs on her legs they were so smooth and sexy. She spread her legs far apart, her pussy lips were small and plump and as she pulled her legs apart her clit and inner lips were exposed. I loved the way she looked; she had a sweet little pussy that glistened with all her wetness. I pulled at her outer lips and I ran my tongue over her clit, she came, it shot out of her pussy in a creamy white thick stream. Sticking my tongue into her cunt, I lapped at it until she was all cleaned up and ready again. She moaned loudly as I stuck my fingers into her. I started with one, and she begged for more, I gave her another, one and then yet a third, she wanted me to fuck her hard; she banged her pussy into my hand. Finally, I obliged her and began to bang her little box with strength that rocked her on the bed. She came all over my hand. I pulled out, and got up off the bed.
She raised herself up on one elbow while she caught her breath. I went over to the sink in the hotel room, and got into the ice bucket. I took the plastic cup and filled it full of ice. Walking back to the bed, she laid herself back down. I took the first cube of ice, and ran it over her hardening nipples, they shriveled up and became very hard, I knew they were hurting it was then I took one in my mouth and bit it. She screamed loudly as she pulled my hair shoving my head down to suck her entire tit. I shoved as much in mouth as I could. When she had stopped the orgasm I started on the other tit, same thing, ice, making the titty hard as a rock and then biting down on her cold hard nipple. She screamed again and her thighs shook. The ice and I moved down between her legs, I took a piece and held it in my hand to melt it, so I could drip the freezing water on her clit. She moaned, I took another piece and shoved it straight into her tight little brown puckered ass hole. She moaned loudly again, so I took another piece and shoved it into her asshole. Water from the first piece had started to drip from her tight ass. She breathed in sharply, as I shoved two more pieces of ice into her cunt and began to lick at her clit. Her pussy came on my tongue, water shot from her tight little asshole all over the bed, she moaned loudly and grabbed at her tits as the orgasm racked through her body. I lay down beside her and watched her as she started to calm down, her breathing quieted down.
She turned to face me on the bed, her hand went to my face and she touched my lips, she leaned in and kissed me running her wet tongue across my bottom lip as she bit at it playfully. She was happily satisfied, because she lay her face across my big tits, and fell asleep in my arms for a few hours before she woke again, to fuck me once more. The ice though became fair game for use on me the next round. She was a vision in blue that night as she fucked me with a wine bottle that we had delivered to the room. She promptly ordered it and the moment the waiter was out the door, she poured into the sink, and walked over and put the bottle first in my pussy then in my ass. I came hard and a lot, as she licked the wine droplets off my cunt, and out of my asshole. We had a few more nights to enjoy one another before the computer conference was over, and those are other stories, for another time.

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From a Boy With the Babysitters

This is essentially an erotic story. I know it starts slow and drags on, but this is a true story. This is the story of how I (arguably) lost my virginity. And as i writer i prefer to tell full story as opposed to leaving out all the facts, turning history into smut. So bear with me, and please let me know what you think of my tale. I have many more i plan to share, all of them true, and most of them more tantalizing than the last.

Worshippng My Ass

Worshipping My Ass
by: EvaMartini
age: 22
Gender: f
Approx words: 3646
(I posted this once then lost my profile so I’m posting it again.)
Today is my 22nd birthday and I am giving myself some free time to do what I want. For a long time, I have wanted to discuss the subject of guys worshipping my ass, so today is the day. Then tonight I will party and maybe blow out some candles, among other things.
I am five-foot-five with stylishly long dark hair and brown eyes. I have a medium build that is 34b on top and a gorgeous and attention-getting rear-end. I study journalism part time at a Southern California college and I wait tables and am a barmaid at other times.
I am 2nd generation Czech-American and I have all of the tolerances and amusements for the kinky, nasty, and depraved things that one would expect given some curious history of preceding ladies of my lineage. I am not into extreme-extreme, but I would listen to outlandish things even if I didn’t choose to participate in them. Let me say it like this: If you invited me to watch (not participate in) a girl getting face-humped by a half-dozen dogs, I would likely say I am interested. If you achieve orgasms from killing cats—well—please find another friend.Why am I interested in the subject of ass worship?
Men have been commenting about my booty-butt since I was in elementary school and their comments became more emboldened as I passed through adolescence. Because of their ardor for my bottom, it seemed only natural that I would someday come to this conclusion: If my ass is that divine, then men should kneel behind me and put their mouth where there words have been.
If you think that opinion is in error, then please let me tell you that there are scores of men who want to kiss my ass and most of them would agree to the word “worship” if I pushed the issue. Yes, I did say “scores of men”. There are so many more than I ever anticipated who will kiss and lick and deep-tongue my round rear-end. I am not saying that I am so sexy that men can’t stay away. I’m saying that there is a surprising number of men who have a penchant for licking girls’ asses and if you are a girl who has not come to understand that, then you have some very hot and exciting times ahead of you, that is, if you are into that that sort of thing.
What do I like about men worshipping my ass?
There are a few primary things that make ass worship very erotic for me. 1) A sense of power because ass worshippers are sometimes weak-willed and pliable to whatever I say. 2) A realization of my own sexual appeal. I mean think about it—a guy is willing to put his mouth right “there”? He finds me so appealing that he wants to drive his tongue deep up into my butt? He will stay back there and do it for long, long periods of time? Yes, that should make any girl feel very sexy. 3) It just feels so good! It takes finesse for a man to lick pussy and work the clit, etc. and actually get me to the big “O”. However, ass licking is straight-up simple and all it needs to get me hot is a man who is eager to do it. Simply put: There is no wrong way to lick a girl’s ass and get her hot, at least not in my experience.
Those primary elements are accentuated even more with the addition of facesitting. The guy lays down. He keeps his face pointed straight up. He sees my booty-butt spreading and descending yet he keeps his face pointed straight up knowing I am going to sit on it (otherwise I will not give him the pleasure of sitting on his face). I nestle down. I get his nose in the center of my ass. I let my weight come down on him. I slowly grind and rock on his nose and face. I am in charge. My ass moisture covers him. My butt is on his face. I rule. He lets me. All of it adds up to a great deal of self-empowerment and esteem for my sex appeal.The problem with ass worshippers . . .
There is one issue about ass worshippers that I find a bit bothersome and that is this: Most men who proclaim themselves to be ass worshippers really are not ass worshippers. I’m not saying that they are lying, although many will say anything if they think it will lead them to pussy, but rather that they don’t understand what ass worship is.
To those who don’t understand let me say that ass worship is more than licking a girl’s ass and maybe deep-tonguing it although those are elements of it. There are nasty boys who love that and if they sincerely are after ass licking and not just moving on to pussy, they are very pleasurable to me because they will lick and tongue for long periods of time and with enough enthusiasm to get any girl hot. However, long periods of enthusiastic tongue-work is not, by itself, ass worship. Most men think it is. However, by themselves the arts of licking, kissing, sniffing, and deep-tonguing do not amount to true ass worship. At the most, they might at times qualify as partial ass worship.Ass worship as defined by Eva . . .
So then, how do I define ass worship?
Well, I’m not saying that I am the expert, but I am saying I am very convinced of what the term “ass worship” means to me and it is the power of my own convictions that makes me willing to risk giving my opinion.
More than licking or other oral applications, ass worship is a deep and profound adoration of a girl’s nether region that is expressed with words and accompanied by prolonged experiences of the worshipper’s senses for sight, feel, smell, and taste. I might also add “facesitting” as an addendum. In other words, you are a worshipper if you want to gaze upon my ass close-up and praise its beauty; fondle my buttocks and extol the divine nature of their texture and contour; lick, deep-tongue, and kiss my “rosebud” and speak words of love and adoration to it; sniff my deep and mysterious cavern and extol its fragrance as something you love and crave.
For me, there is a sequence of those activities that seems appropriate:
1) Hands – to fondle my glorious and full buttocks (remember words of adoration)
2) Nose – to sniff that scent and love it (“No other girl smells as good”; it’s okay to lie)
3) Lips – to kiss my buttocks and then that canyon and then that rosebud (words of worship)
4) Tongue – to lick that canyon, then that rosebud, then (if you are willing), deep-tongue
5) Face – If all goes well, then after those four steps, I will probably want to sit on your face. This is the one step where you won’t have to speak words of love and devotion to my ass because—well—when a booty girl sits on your face, you won’t be able to speak at all.
The “Nose” step is so important to discuss. Maybe you think sniffing a girl’s butt just for the sake of worshipping her is too nasty or self-possessed or whatever. Okay, so don’t do it, but be aware if a butt-sniffer comes along, your girl will probably make room for him. In my experience, buttsniffing is the one thing that separates a true ass worshipper from a partial ass worshipper. Very few guys will offer to sniff my ass and I am not going to suggest the idea to any guy because I know it sounds very bizarre, even though I love it a lot. The very few guys who are into and ask for it have never ever disappointed when it comes to being an ass worshipper. So girls, if you are into the ass worship thing and you run across a guy who is into buttsniffing, then I believe you have yourself someone who will please you immensely. I can’t say this for certain because my sample-size is small, but I am about 100% certain that buttsniffers make the best and complete ass worshippers.
If you are a buttsniffer and the girl is into it, you must know one thing that is so important yet not ever thought about ahead of time and that is this: If you are going to sniff my butt, you must do it before anything else. Why? Well because licking or kissing or facesitting dissipates the scent and once that happens, why even sniff?
Always-always-always when you sniff, you must tell the girl that you are in love with her scent. For me, a buttsniffer who raves about loving it endears himself greatly while also alleviating the natural inhibitions girls have about smelling good.
Again, ass worship at all levels must include what you say about your adoration of the girl’s butt and that is even more true when it comes to worship-by-scent (buttsniffing).
Take your time!
The biggest problem that butt guys have is their rabid quest to get their tongues involved. Nearly all are so eager to lick and (especially!) get their tongues up there that they rush the important worship elements that should be done beforehand, such as fondling, sniffing, and kissing. Don’t hurry! Take your time to enjoy the sense of sight, feel, and smell before rushing into the taste. Personally, I wouldn’t put my mouth “there” or even my face in someone’s ass, but I’m all into having guys so-possessed do it to me. If they want to do that with their mouth then why would I say “no”? I know that sounds ridiculously selfish, but it is a fact that some guys can’t wait to put their faces, mouths, and especially their tongues back there. But, it can all go south quickly if the guy rushes things.
The point is for you to take your time with each stage. If it takes a half hour of fondling and a half-hour of buttsniffing and a half-hour of kissing her rosebud, then take that time. You will find it worthwhile because she will likely want you back again. Guys who rush might be good for a short-time thrill, but a girl who likes her ass worshipped is more likely to call back those who take their time to go through the stages—fondle, smell, kiss, lick, deep-tongue. There are too many guys willing to lick and deep-tongue. The harder ones to find are the ones who do it all—and take their time.
How do you know when she is ready for you to move on to the next step?
Plan on 20 minutes per step. When you near the end of that time, just give her a hint that you are ready to move and see how she reacts.
For example: A year ago, I had one very eager buttsniffer who stayed back there for a half-hour and seemed like he wanted to sniff my butt all day. However, he seemed to realize that I might be ready to move on, even if he wasn’t. He withdrew his nose and kissed the walls of my scented canyon tenderly. Ass kissing—the next step. With just three soft and romantic kisses on the canyon walls (not on my anus), he was asking if it was time. I cooed and he moved into making out with my ass.
If you’re kissing her rosebud and wonder if it’s time for the tongue thing, don’t just come out with a tongue on her rosebud. That is too assertive on your part. Instead, kiss her rosebud, then kiss up to her tailbone. When you’re ready to move back down, kiss and kiss but apply some very recognizable and very short licks—not to her rosebud but to that dark canyon. When you get “home” resume kissing, give it a few seconds, then repeat. At some point, she will make it known she is ready for tongue. Otherwise, assume she still wants to be kissed. Just don’t rush things!What ass worship is not . . .
Some people are disgusted with the ass worship thing because they think it has to do with shit. That is so far from the truth. It has nothing whatsoever to do with toilet games.
Instead, it has everything to do with adoring a beautiful and special part of a female. If it was a shit activity, I wouldn’t be interested. There is no thought or suggestion or even a hint of the sight, smell, feel, or taste of that. All of the sight, smell, feel, and taste has to do with the nether erogenous zones of the female anatomy that are given their special character in much the same manner as those that make pussy feel and taste and smell the way it does. You don’t hear guys saying, “No, I won’t lick that pussy because I’m not into urine!” The same is true about a girl’s derriere. All ass flavor and smell etc. is achieved apart from toilet things, the same as it is for pussy.The romance of ass worship . . .
This might sound absurd and had I not experienced it myself, I would probably agree it is absurd. But, there is a romance involved with ass worship.
I mean, think about it: When I spread myself before a guy’s face, I am opening myself to a guy like a girl spreads her legs for sex. I am offering the deepest and most intimate and most secret and most private part of myself. I definitely won’t do that for just anyone, but I will especially for a guy who understands the deep intimacy that can be shared; the girl making herself most vulnerable to a man who is ready to adore her.
I have had a couple of romantic encounters that seemed to greatly parallel a normal date. The guy spoke words of endearment (ass-related), he fondled and kissed (buttcheeks), he inhaled my essence and then made-out extensively with his lips on my rosebud. From there, he transitioned to oral sex (in this case, oral/anal) and when the time came for sex, he penetrated me with his tongue and engaged in oral/anal intercourse until we both climaxed.
That might all sound strange and you might even be shaking your head as I did the first time I heard about it. But, if you have interest in ass worship, it is something to consider and while having a man make-out with my ass hole was strange at first, it didn’t take long for the sensations of deep romance and intimacy to make themselves known.
Not all ass worship needs to be on a romantic level to excite me. Hell, sometimes I’ll just take a torrid tongue from an ass licker who has no idea what worship is. Other times, I will go for a casual worshipper who understands and wants to worship even though he might not get into all phases of it. Still on other occasions, I want a “true” ass worshipper who wants to do it all—romantically—and take his time; like a lot of time.Facesitting
When the other forms of worship have been concluded, I usually have a strong urge to sit on the guy’s face. I’m not sure why I feel that but I believe it has to do with taking my rightful place and a sense of empowerment over the male like the final subduing of the vanquished male who lays sated and weak and helpless. Sometimes, I feel like a seducing goddess who is doing something extremely sensual and that makes me feel extremely sexy.
When I sit, I aim for the nose. Don’t be mistaken! If I sit on your face, your nose will be deep in my ass. Too many guys think they will lick my ass when I sit on their face but that doesn’t happen. I sit on noses. My round booty will certainly sit on the guy’s entire face because there is enough butt-cheek to cover any guy’s face, but I sit on noses.
Why?
Well, it brings me to an aspect of facesitting that I don’t mention often, but as long as I’m giving away my secret store here, I might as well ‘fess up.
I sit on noses not just because it feels so awesome but because (the confession here) I want to be sure my scent is all over his nose so he smells me long after we are apart. I call it “scenting” and it is done very sensually with a slow rocking and rubbing motion on the man’s nose.
The length of time I sit depends on how well I think I have “scented” him. If he just licked my ass and then I sat on his face immediately, then it will take some time before I can “scent” his face enough. If there has been a lapse of time between him licking the moisture from my ass and me sitting on his face, then there will probably be enough moisture rebuilt in my deep cavern that will make scenting his nose a relatively easy thing.
I don’t demand that a guy lets me sit on his face but I do know that most butt guys want it. It is just a matter of a short time before his desire for me to sit on his face is exposed which means that the majority of my sessions have facesitting and the majority of sessions with facesitting will end with me scenting the guy’s nose. I don’t think most of them know what I’m doing and for most of them, I won’t ever tell them about it. I’ll enjoy my secret and just enjoy scenting their faces.
Of course, when I’m done it will be pretty hard to miss that a booty girl just sat on their face but by then, it’s a little too late to avoid the consequences and I find that so exciting. I know all along what I am doing to him but he has no idea—until I am off of his face for a long enough time for his nostrils to return to normalcy.
Booties vs butts: There is a difference
If you are still with me, then I owe it to you to reveal something you might not have thought about.
A girl with a normal butt will acquire normal moisture between her cheeks and she will therefore have a normal amount of scent and taste.
However, a girl like me who has a booty (butt is a little bigger than most girls with my build) has rounder butt cheeks and a much deeper canyon. Both of those factors create more moisture which means much more scent and taste.
Therefore, before you make a play for a booty girl, be sure you are truly into girl-ass because you will get quite a dose of it and you certainly will not do well if you say you want it only to discover that you can’t do it because it is too much for you. I’m not saying it is awful because to a true ass worshipper, they crave booty-type girls. They want all of the scent and taste they can get and booty girls give them that. But for those who are less certain of their ass worship-hood, it is a factor worth considering before you approach a girl with a booty.
Just one example as I wrap this up:
I dated a guy who loved having his normal-ass former girlfriend sit on his face; more specifically, on his nose. He wanted it all of the time. When they broke up, he had a chance to approach me and I liked him and thought a one-time thing might be fun and, after all, it was just facesitting. However, when I sat on his face, the moisture did what it often does—it caused squishing sounds on his nose and it spread over his face and he was soon pushing me off and taking deep breaths of air. He was not prepared for all of that because he had never had a booty sit on his face. I am happy to report that he regained his resolve and after about an hour of giving him squishy-nose, he kissed my sweet rosebud goodbye.Summary:
My parting message is just a reminder of the primary things I hope you will keep in mind if you are into worshipping a girls’ rear-ends:
1) Don’t rush! (Feel, smell, kiss, savor, deep-tongue – each with fullness, never rushed)
2) If you can bring yourself to it, become one of those rare buttsniffers. It will separate
you from the others who don’t understand the sensual nature of sniffing.
3) Always-always-always worship with words! Her ass is the best smelling, best tasting,
most beautiful, etc. you have ever experienced. Lie if you have to. Just say it!
4) Try to comprehend the intimacy and romance that can happen if you “date” her ass
much same as you would for dating her normally (ie: make out with her rosebud,
have sexual intercourse with your tongue up there, that sort of thing).
* If you like or dislike or don’t understand any of this—Evamartini at inbox.com, but
don’t just contact me for a date okay?
I wish all of you the best in this strange and erotic and mysterious endeavor that is so sexy and exciting and romantic and orgasmic.
Yes, it’s not hard for me to have orgasms just from ass worship.
~~~ Eva

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A new life – part 3

The next morning when i am at work in my office, I notice on the phone that Chantal is calling out. A few seconds later on my screen the webcam of Mistress Marit switches on and I can see Her sitting behind Her computer. She is topless and playing with her nipples. Again, i am breath taken by the way this 14 year old girl looks. I notice the cock wants to get erect in the chastity and it hurts and gives pleasure at the same time. I am constantly remembered it is no longer my cock, but property of The Mistress. Then I see her grab the phone and I hear Her say: “Hi Chantal, sorry, I was just finishing something.” Now I know why She switched on the cam! Some silence and then The Mistress says: “You want me to come over for dinner tonight? That sounds great, but tonight I have other engagements” I know Chantal is talking downstairs, but I cannot hear what She says. “Tomorrow evening is fine under one condition”, the Mistress says, “I am only coming over if You wear a dress and no jeans. I think You would look great in a dress. If You do not wear it, I will leave immediately.” I hold my breath whilst I see how the Mistress is now touching Herself between the legs. “Shall I come over at 19:00? Ok, bye!”, The Mistress hangs up without waiting for an answer, quickly turns to me and says: “Go to Your wife now and write me what She said slave”. I run as commanded downstairs just to see Chantal with the phone in Her hands with a blush on her cheeks and a puzzled look on her face. “Who was that?” I ask with an innocent look on my face. “Oh, I called Marit to invite her for dinner. She is coming over tomorrow evening. She sounded enthusiastic and I have to admit, I am too. She seems like a nice girl.” “Ok, fine by me. I cannot wait.” I say with a smiling face and go back to the office. Her webcam is off, but She can still see me. As always it gives me the feeling of being under constant control and I more and more like it. I write the Mistress what I noticed and what Chantal said and get a quick reply: “Good boy! Now I want You to go to the store and buy 7 pink panties for you to wear. If you do not know what to pick You can ask. When you are done, I want You to come over. You have one hour. Go now!”
I grab some papers and go downstairs and say to Chantal that I have to go to the post office in to send of some contracts. I jump in the car and race to town. I know the Mistress does not want me to buy cheap stuff so I go to the best lingerie shop. When I enter I am the only customer, it is still early. I feel a little bit embarrassed, because I know I am shopping for myself and with that idea I look around and I see a new world. Bra’s, corsets, panties and all. Wow. Just when I am looking at the pink panties in my size, I hear a woman’s voice saying “Hi Mark, can I help you?” I turn around and see an old girlfriend I used to date in high school looking at me. I start blushing and point at the panties. “Uhm, I want seven of those” “What size do you want them?”, she asks. I start to panic. “Well, I have no idea, it is for my wife and I think she is about my size”. My ex-girlfriend looks smiling to me and says, “Ok, these are the right size” and she takes 7. “Anything else?” and I quickly say no and we go to the counter. Just when I paid she looks me straight in the eyes and says. “I never knew that Chantal has grown so much. She used the have a perfect body!” I am redder than a tomato and quickly stumble out of the store. I almost race to the car to hide myself and when I am close to home I park the car again a few streets away and sneak to the house of the Mistress.
I notice the door is already open and I quickly step in. I undress and put on the dog collar and leash that are lying ready. I wait until I am collected on my knees, head to the ground. I am a quick learner. After a while I hear the Mistress coming in the hallway and She just takes the leash, gives it a jerk and I follow. “So slave, let me see what You bought!” And she opens the bag and looks at the pink panties. “Good boy!” and She really seems happy, which in turn makes me happy. “Now stand up and try one on, slave” and she gives me one pink panty. I stand up and I know I have to keep looking at the ground. I notice She is wearing a bathrobe and She probably just came out of shower, because Her hair is wet. I slowly put the panty on and put it over the cb6000. “Wow, that really looks nice on You slave. You are like a little girl now. Do you like it?” “Yes Mistress”, I whisper, because it is true. I feels soft and very horny. “It is a pity of the bulge in the panties, but we will handle that later.”, the Mistress says, “You will only wear these from now on and You will hand wash the dirty ones every morning. Understood?” I quickly confirm with “Yes Mistress”. “Good girl. And since You are so good I have a present for You.” And she gives me a black panty. “I wore this till this morning. Smell it” and when I put it to my nose I smell her juices and in my mind I immediately remember the first time I was allowed to worship Her pussy. She takes the panty and puts it in my mouth. I now also taste Her. “Now stand against the table.” I quickly do what She order and then I feel her standing very close behind me. She puts a leather blindfold on me (must have been in the package she ordered before) and two leather cuffs on my wrists. “You are such a horny girl, aren’t You”, she whispers in my ear and I confirm by nodding my head. “You are slut and totally mine. Now lie on the table” When I do so, I notice that something is attached to the cuffs and that pulls my arms tight against the table until I cannot move anymore. She removes the pink panty. Then she also puts two cuffs around my ankles, spreads my legs and attaches them to the table also. “You are such a slut and I want to use this slut” and then I feel Her put some cream or so on my anus. “Oh, what a wet pussy You have. You are such a horny slut, aren’t You?” I say yes in the panty, but She does not hear it. Then I feel something pushing against my anus and I resist. I quickly feel a hard hit on my ass and another. “Relax bitch and accept it, or I will do it the hard way” and again I feel the pushing continue. I concentrate hard to take it and then when it is somewhat further in, she stops. I feel my ass relaxing asif it wants to adjust to the new situation and then it goes easier. She pushes again and now the cream does its work. “This is the smallest strapon I ordered and we will built up until you can take the larger ones” and she starts fucking my ass. “Do you feel my cock in your pussy, slut” and in my mind I can see her. This is the world upside down. Here I am, a 41 year old man being fucked by a 14 year old girl wearing a strapon cock. But somehow it feels natural. She is superior to me and by Her fucking me She imprints that in my mind. After a while I hear Her moan and I realize that it must be a strapon that stimulates Her also and with a few hard thrusts She comes with a loud scream. She pulls the cock out of my pussy and I hear Her sit down in Her chair. I hear the zipper and then I smell She is smoking a cigarette. After a while of complete silence (besides her inhaling) I hear her walk to me. She then penetrates my ass again with a butt plug. It feels larger than the strapon. She removes the panty out of my mouth and says “You are to wear this until You can no longer take it, then wait 5 minutes, remove it and then after 30 minutes fill the pussy again. Understood?” “Yes Mistress!” She unties me and removes the blindfold. I quickly drop to my knees. I now see Her: she is totally naked, only wearing her high black pumps and a black strapon. The sight is extremely sexy. A hard kick with the heel against my chest reminds me what I have to do and I quickly face the ground. “Hold out your hand”, she says and I feel her finishing her cigarette in the palm of my hand. It burns and I moan and I feel tears come to my eyes. “Stop whining, you sissy. Hold out the other hand” and I feel she puts a small tablet in my hand. “Tomorrow evening around 18:30 you will put this in the drink of Chantal and make sure she drinks it. Understood?” Yes Mistress” “Now put on your pink panty and get back to work. Chop chop!” I quickly crawl to the hallway, put on my clothes, hide the other 6 panties in the car and drive home.
When I sit down I feel the buttplug penetrating me. If is hard to concentrate. Then when I go to the toilet some strange happens. I feel as if I have to pee, but it comes out very slow. I see cum dripping from the head of the cock. I am having an orgasm, but not a normal since it is not accompanied with the intense explosion. When I did some research I found out it was due to the prostate stimulation by the strapon and the plug. I still felt extremely horny and very frustrated because I cannot touch myself. Of course I can still stroke the balls, but due to the cb6000 I cannot get erect. I keep wearing the plug for as long as I can, but after while it starts to hurt and then I have to remove it. I clean it regularly with some alcohol and keep it creamed. I have to admit that it gets easier to put it in my pussy.
The next morning I shower and clean the cock and cb6000 with the showerhead and some soap. I quickly put on my pink panties and look at myself in the mirror. I smile and feel like a cheap whore and I like it. I even try to stand like a woman and wiggle my ass a little. I put in the plug and somehow I feel hot! I quickly dress myself and I look forward to the day. Tonight the Mistress is coming for dinner! I attend to my work and try to concentrate. I do my hourly worship routines and take a quick glimpse at the shrine I had to make for the Mistress. I see the stone and the feather I found. I notice that when I am outside I am constantly looking for something that is worthy for the shrine. The Mistress has me thinking of Her 24/7 that is fact.
I want to keep the plug in all night and I have noticed that the pink panties help keep it in.
I hear that Chantal went to do the shopping for tonight. She wanted to make a nice pasta. I am little bit nervous because I have the tablet in my pants that I have to put in her drink tonight. When I stop at 18:00 I go downstairs into the kitchen. Chantal has outdone herself. She is wearing a tight jeans that makes her ass come out great. I notice that looking at her makes me even more horny than I already was. Chantal did not have that effect on my for quite some time. All preparations for the pasta are done and she even made a tiramisu. I see a few nice bottles of red and white wine. “I spilled some chocolate on my jeans so I am going to put on something else” and I indeed see some stains on her jeans. “You poor in a nice wine, I will be back shortly” she says and she goes upstairs. This is my chance I think and I open the bottle of red wine and fill two glasses and drop the tablet of whatever it is in the drink of Chantal. After a while Chantal came downstairs and she was wearing he plane black dress that she wore at the wedding of her sister and her black pumps. Her hair was great and she put up some subtle makeup. It looked asif she a had natural blush. “Wow, you look great”, I say and it is the truth. I try to pull her to me, but she resists and says “Ok, let us drink some wine. I want us to have a nice evening and we have to tell Marit the truth about the way she dresses.” I give her the glass of drugged wine and say “I think she looks great. She looks way more mature than her age.” “I know, but she does not have to sell it like that”, Chantal says. “I am certain most man would feel tempted” and she looks at me as if to ask me to deny it “You are right”, I say, “She does look hot in her tight short dress” “See, you just made my point. This can be dangerous for her.” I am thinking that she can handle any situation, but just smile. “You look hot too in your dress. You never wear this for me. And now Marit comes and you put it on.” Chantal blushes and quickly leaves the kitchen and I see her ass move in the black dress. Chantal made the table and I see her getting even more blushes on her cheeks.
When the clock says 19:10 she says “I hope for her sake she did not forget about our appointment” and just then the doorbell rings. We both walk to the door and open it. The Mistress steps in and ignores me. She is wearing a long trench coat, a big black bag and with one look of Her I understand I have to take it. When I put it in the wardrobe I see that she wears black tight leather pants, black top and black pumps. Her hair is in a pony tail and she has red lips and red nails. She is checking Chantal from top to toe. Chantal blushes even more. Then the Mistress walks to Chantal and pulls her against her body with one hand and grabs her ass with the other and gives a wet kiss on the mouth of Chantal. “Thank You for inviting me. I very much like your dress Chantal. It makes you more woman.”, the Mistress says and she walks into the living room, leaving me and Chantal standing there in shock. There is some red lipstick on the lips of Chantal and I see her touching it with her tongue. Then she looks at me and in her look I see that she wonders why I did not say anything. Not about me automatically taking her coat and not about the aggressive attitude of Marit.
The Mistress is already sitting on the coach and I do not really know what to do so I ask what she wants to drink. I tell her we have coke or different kinds of juices. She takes one look at the glass in the hands of Chantal and says: “I would like a glass of red wine also” also looking Chantal in the eyes as if to challenge her to say something. When a few seconds pass I go to kitchen, from me the Mistress was not expecting any remarks. When I come back Chantal is sitting in the chair across Marit. I cautiously serve the Mistress her wine and then she says “I think there are two types of men. One is the type that is there to fuck you and the other is there to serve you. What do you think Chantal?” Chantal looks shocked and says “Marit, how can you say that?” “Well, it is the truth Chantal. What type of man you think Mark is?” and she looks at me. Automatically Chantal looks at me also as if pleading me to help her. “Well, maybe Mark can answer for himself”, Chantal says. “Well, uhm,”, I start to stammer and I feel the eyes of the Mistress burning on me, “maybe I am the man that likes to serve. Look at how well I brought the glass of wine to Marit”, trying the make a joke of it. But one look at the Mistress shows me she means business and I quickly lower my head. Chantal notices this with an open mouth. “I think we will test how well you serve us tonight, Mark”, Marit says, “You are dismissed to the kitchen and make us a nice dinner. Do you agree Chantal?” and Marit looks at my wife. “Well, uh, when Marks feels like it, I do not have a problem with it. Someone has to make the dinner”. “Then that is clear. Fill our glasses first Mark and then we would like to eat in 1 hour. And please remove one plate, because servants do not eat with their masters.” And without a further word she turns to Chantal.
I feel beaten and humiliated and walk to the kitchen. So quickly it happens, I think. I collect the bottle of wine and fill the glasses. “Cheers Chantal”, I say. “Stop, You are not to address us like that. We are Ma’am for you and you will only speak to us when we ask you a question. Is that understood?”, Marit says. “Yes Ma’am”, I say to the 14 year old girl from next door that is ruling the room with Her presence. I leave to the kitchen and start making the pasta that my wife prepared. I go to the dinning room and and remove one plate. All the time I hear the ladies chatter and laugh in the living room. I notice that Chantal has never been so loose and accepting. Maybe it is because of the drug? Suddenly I hear the Mistress say: “Come on girl, show me your dress. Stand up and show me!” I quickly peek around the corner and see that Chantal complies. She shows her dress, turns around, bends forward and sticks her ass out. “How does that feel, Chantal?” “It feels great Marit! “Do you now understand why I always wear sexy clothing?”, Marit continues “Yes, of course Marit, I do understand. It makes us feel great” “Yes, no harm in showing what you got. And maybe you find a worthy guy to fuck.”, Marit says “Mmm, yes, I totally agree!”, my wife adds. I see Marit patting on the coach and Chantal quickly sits next to her. “You are really beautiful”, Marit says to my wife and in the mean she strokes the cheek of Chantal and then she presses a thumb against her lips. My wife opens her mouth and starts sucking it. First softly and then faster. Then Marit pulls her thumb away and pulls my wife to her and starts kissing her. First Chantal resists a little and then relaxes and starts to kiss back. “I knew it when I first saw you looking at me”, Marit says “You like me, right?” “Yes Marit, I like you very much.” “You are bisexual, correct?” and when my wife confirms I am in total shock. I am living with her all these years and I never knew that. Then I see that the Mistress noticed me and I quickly go back in the kitchen. I hear the ladies talk softly.
I finish the meal and put all on the table. The ladies notice and it and come to the table. My wife thinks I do not know what just happened and feels a little bit shy and sits down. When the Mistress remains standing I realize what is expected and I hold the chair for her and she sits down. “You can stand there after you collected and filled the glasses” and she points to the corner “in case we need something”. I quickly comply. “Mmm, this is delicious”, Marit says and my wife agrees. From the corner where I stand I can see that Marit is stroking the thighs of my wife with her left hand. She looks hot and takes another sip of her wine. My wife is not eating much. During the meal they talk about the people in the neighborhood and after I served them the tiramisu they are extremely happy. “I do like chocolate”, Marit says, something I automatically store in the back of my head. When they are done I know what to do and help them with their chairs. They go to the living room and I clean up.
When I report back in with the bottle of wine the Mistress says: “I think it is proven that Mark is the serving type, don’t you agree Chantal”. And my wife who is sitting close to her says “Yes, I agree! I never knew Mark had these qualities. I should have known sooner than he could have done more in the household.” “Well, I am certain he will help out more, don’t you Mark”, the Mistress says and she looks at me intensely. “Yes Mistress”, I automatically reply. “Mistress? Did he really say Mistress?”, my wife asks. “Yes Chantal. Mark called me Mistress. It is just his nature. You should not hold it against him. As I said, he is the serving type and in order for us to feel complete we also need the fucking type, a bull, when we want it.” “Yes!”, my wife now says enthusiastically. “And when there is no bull we have to help each other.” Marit continues and she starts kissing my wife who no longer holds back and starts kissing back. I slowly move to my corner and watch them make out. Marit takes the hand of my wife and leads her to the bedroom. When she passes me she whispers in my ear: “Collect my bag and place it in the bedroom. Kneel in the corner and do not disturb, slave!” I collect the bag and just when I softly enter in the bedroom I see the Mistress pulling the dress of my wife. I place the bag on the ground and kneel in a corner. The Mistress stands behind my wife and I see my wife put on her nicest black bra and panty, as if she knew this was going to happen. The Mistress removes the bra and I see the nipples of my wife are hard. The Mistress starts stroking the breasts and pulling the nipples and twisting them. My wife moans softly with her eyes closed. Another hand of the Mistress lowers the panties and Chantal steps out of them. She is now totally naked, besides her black pumps and she leans a little against the Mistress, who is now kissing her neck and keeps working on one breast and the other is massaging the clit of my wife. I now notice she is completely shaven. When did she do that? “Mmm, I like my pussies bald and wet”, the Mistress says and she pushes Chantal on the bed. My wife opens her legs and the Mistress starts licking her pussy. Within a few seconds my wife has her first orgasm with a loud moan. The Mistress continues and soon after the body of my wife starts shaking and she almost comes screaming. The Mistress goes up with glittering eyes and starts kissing my wife. The cock is hurting extremely, because this is turning me on big time. The Mistress feels in her bag and I am in shock when I see her get out a strapon. It is a big black cock and the Mistress stands up and puts it over her tight leather pants. She looks like a Goddess now. My wife is now totally filled with lust and licks her lips. The Mistress moves towards her and presses the big black cock against the mouth of my wife. She automatically opens it and starts sucking. “I feel black cocks are the best!”, Marit says and my wife nods in agreement. “Black bulls are also the best”, Marit continues and my wife sucks even harder. The Mistress holds her head and fucks her in the mouth. Then after a while she says “Open your pussy for me Chantal” and my wife kneels, lifts her ass and offers her pussy. The Mistress takes the big black cock and pushes it against the pussy of my wife. Then she looks at me and I know what she thinks and she is right. I am jealous on my wife. I want to be the one that gets fucked. I am the slut of my Mistress and now my wife gets her full attention. It is not fair. Then the cock slowly fills the pussy of my wife and the Mistress starts fucking her. It is a mind-blowing picture. My totally nude wife being fucked by the fully dressed 14-year old girl from next door with a big black cock. I almost start drooling and softly moan of joy and pain. I am fully aware of the plug in my pussy and want more. Then with big spasms my wife comes so loud as she has not done in many many years. But the Mistress not done and she keeps fucking my wife and she starts yelling “Oh yes, Marit, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me” and then with loud moaning in the rhythm of the movements of Mistress my wife comes again shivering and she starts to cry and falls tired on the bed, still shaking. The Mistress clicks her fingers and points at the big black cock covered in juices of my wife. I crawl towards her and when she lies on the bed and takes my wife in her arms I start sucking the cock, licking all the juices and loving it. The Mistress wipes away the tears of my wife and strokes her hair and ass. Then I see my wife looking at me, but I do not stop sucking the cock. She does not say a word either, she just looks. Then she looks at the Mistress and starts kissing her, accepting the new order of things. “Do you want me to stay, Chantal?” Marit asks and my wife says “Yes Marit, I want you to stay.” Marit stands up and points me to the corner again. My wife sees me crawling to the corner. She removes the strapon and all her clothes. I hear my wife holding her breath when she sees the beautiful body of the Mistress. They lie on the bed and start making love again. This time it is my wife sucking the pussy of my Mistress and again I feel extremely jealous.
Time passes by and after a while they stop their lovemaking. The Mistress takes her bag, gets out the cigarettes and lights one. “You want one, honey”, Marit asks Chantal. My wife never smoked, but this time she does. They lie against each other , Chantal coughs a little and they both giggle. “I do not have an ashtray here”, my wife says. The Mistress clicks her fingers and I know what is expected of me. I crawl to the bed and stick out my hand. All the time looking at the ground. They both put their ashes in my hand and I am thinking that in the beginning I served my Mistress afraid she would betray me to my wife, but now I serve because I need to. She was right, I am the serving type. “How does Mark know all this?”, Chantal asks the Mistress. “I will be honest with you Chantal, because you deserve that. I have had my eyes on you for a long time. I think you are beautiful and do not understand what you were doing with this sissy. Recently I, uhm, confronted Mark with my ideas and I convinced him he is submissive and strengthened his need to serve. Very quickly he begged me to become his slave. Is that not so slave?” “Yes Mistress”, I whisper. With big eyes my wife follows the conversation. “So, I trained him a little and he is getting more and more the slave and slut he wants to be right Mark” “Yes Mistress, I am becoming a real slut” “Good boy. Now open your mouth and swallow.” I quickly open my mouth and I feel her put out the cigarette in my hand and drop it in my mouth. “You can do the same Chantal, come on, go ahead, he does not mind, does he?” “No Mistress, I mumble and I feel my wife do the same. I quickly swallow the cigarettes and lick my hand clean without being instructed to do so. “So now stand up, undress yourself and show what a sissy you have become!” When I stand naked for them my wifes starts giggling when she sees my pink panties, but she stares in awe when she sees the chastity device. “What is that?”, she asks. “That is to protect my cock from being touched by the slave. He is only allowed to get erect and cum when I want it, if at all. Do you like it!” “Wow, yes, can I touch it?” and my wife jumped out of bed and started stroking the device, all the time laughing. I have never felt more humiliated in my life. She jumped back to the bed and kissed the Mistress again. I just stood there and stared at them. What happened with my life. “And you know the best part? He is training his pussy, because he wants to become a better slut, right slave?” “Yes Mistress”, I answered, “I want to train my pussy”, reminding me of the plug. “Remove the plug and tell us what you want”, the Mistress said whilst she was massaging the clit of my wife. I removed the plug with a sigh and felt empty and said “I want my pussy filled Mistress with a cock, I so much need it” and when forced to speak one’s mind, it tells the truth, because God, I need to be filled to get some kind of sexual pleasure. “You see, it is no longer a man, but a sissy or better a slut-in-the-making. Do you want to fill it Chantal?”, the Mistress asked my wife bringing her close to an orgasm. “How should I do that?” “Well, put this on” and the Mistress gave her the strapon she used earlier. Om my God, no, that is too big, I thought. The Mistress assisted my wife in putting on the strapon. “First some lubrication”, the Mistress said with a smile and guided the cock to my mouth and just as before with my wife I automatically opened my mouth and started sucking and again, trying to make it as wet as possible. “Kneel on the bed and open your pussy”, the Mistress said. The I felt my wife put the cock against my pussy. “Ask for it”, the Mistress hissed. “Please Mistress, please fill my pussy” and if it is because of the plug or the horny situation or whatever, but the cock smoothly entered my pussy and my wife started fucking me. “Oh my god, this is horny! This is great!” and the Mistress was in the mean time fingering my wife until she finally came. She gave one last thrust and then pulled the cock out and I felt even more empty. But she turned me around and forced me to such the cock again. Now it did not feel so nice, but I was afraid to resist. “Do you think he still is a man?” Marit asked my wife. “No, I have to agree with you Marit. This is the serving type and I can no longer look at him as my husband. I think for the real love and sex I have to look at you Marit” and with that said, she removed the strapon, threw it to me so I could continue sucking it and they both fell to the bed again, strangled in eachother. “We want our breakfast at 09:00, slave. Go to your quarters”, The Mistress said and I slowly crawled out of the room. For a long time I could hear them until they finally fell asleep. I went downstairs, cleaned up and slept in the spare bedroom, without forgetting to put the alarm at 08:00. Little did I know my new life has just started.

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Worshipping My Ass

Worshipping My Ass
by: EvaMartini
age: 22
Gender: f
Approx words: 3646
Today is my 22nd birthday and I am giving myself some free time to do what I want. For a long time, I have wanted to discuss the subject of guys worshipping my ass, so today is the day. Then tonight I will party and maybe blow out some candles, among other things.
I am five-foot-five with stylishly long dark hair and brown eyes. I have a medium build that is 34b on top and a gorgeous and attention-getting rear-end. I study journalism part time at a Southern California college and I wait tables and am a barmaid at other times.
I am 2nd generation Czech-American and I have all of the tolerances and amusements for the kinky, nasty, and depraved things that one would expect given some curious history of preceding ladies of my lineage. I am not into extreme-extreme, but I would listen to outlandish things even if I didn’t choose to participate in them. Let me say it like this: If you invited me to watch (not participate in) a girl getting face-humped by a half-dozen dogs, I would likely say I am interested. If you achieve orgasms from killing cats—well—please find another friend.Why am I interested in the subject of ass worship?
Men have been commenting about my booty-butt since I was in elementary school and their comments became more emboldened as I passed through adolescence. Because of their ardor for my bottom, it seemed only natural that I would someday come to this conclusion: If my ass is that divine, then men should kneel behind me and put their mouth where there words have been.
If you think that opinion is in error, then please let me tell you that there are scores of men who want to kiss my ass and most of them would agree to the word “worship” if I pushed the issue. Yes, I did say “scores of men”. There are so many more than I ever anticipated who will kiss and lick and deep-tongue my round rear-end. I am not saying that I am so sexy that men can’t stay away. I’m saying that there is a surprising number of men who have a penchant for licking girls’ asses and if you are a girl who has not come to understand that, then you have some very hot and exciting times ahead of you, that is, if you are into that that sort of thing.What do I like about men worshipping my ass?
There are a few primary things that make ass worship very erotic for me. 1) A sense of power because ass worshippers are sometimes weak-willed and pliable to whatever I say. 2) A realization of my own sexual appeal. I mean think about it—a guy is willing to put his mouth right “there”? He finds me so appealing that he wants to drive his tongue deep up into my butt? He will stay back there and do it for long, long periods of time? Yes, that should make any girl feel very sexy. 3) It just feels so good! It takes finesse for a man to lick pussy and work the clit, etc. and actually get me to the big “O”. However, ass licking is straight-up simple and all it needs to get me hot is a man who is eager to do it. Simply put: There is no wrong way to lick a girl’s ass and get her hot, at least not in my experience.
Those primary elements are accentuated even more with the addition of facesitting. The guy lays down. He keeps his face pointed straight up. He sees my booty-butt spreading and descending yet he keeps his face pointed straight up knowing I am going to sit on it (otherwise I will not give him the pleasure of sitting on his face). I nestle down. I get his nose in the center of my ass. I let my weight come down on him. I slowly grind and rock on his nose and face. I am in charge. My ass moisture covers him. My butt is on his face. I rule. He lets me. All of it adds up to a great deal of self-empowerment and esteem for my sex appeal.The problem with ass worshippers . . .
There is one issue about ass worshippers that I find a bit bothersome and that is this: Most men who proclaim themselves to be ass worshippers really are not ass worshippers. I’m not saying that they are lying, although many will say anything if they think it will lead them to pussy, but rather that they don’t understand what ass worship is.
To those who don’t understand let me say that ass worship is more than licking a girl’s ass and maybe deep-tonguing it although those are elements of it. There are nasty boys who love that and if they sincerely are after ass licking and not just moving on to pussy, they are very pleasurable to me because they will lick and tongue for long periods of time and with enough enthusiasm to get any girl hot. However, long periods of enthusiastic tongue-work is not, by itself, ass worship. Most men think it is. However, by themselves the arts of licking, kissing, sniffing, and deep-tonguing do not amount to true ass worship. At the most, they might at times qualify as partial ass worship.Ass worship as defined by Eva . . .
So then, how do I define ass worship?
Well, I’m not saying that I am the expert, but I am saying I am very convinced of what the term “ass worship” means to me and it is the power of my own convictions that makes me willing to risk giving my opinion.
More than licking or other oral applications, ass worship is a deep and profound adoration of a girl’s nether region that is expressed with words and accompanied by prolonged experiences of the worshipper’s senses for sight, feel, smell, and taste. I might also add “facesitting” as an addendum. In other words, you are a worshipper if you want to gaze upon my ass close-up and praise its beauty; fondle my buttocks and extol the divine nature of their texture and contour; lick, deep-tongue, and kiss my “rosebud” and speak words of love and adoration to it; sniff my deep and mysterious cavern and extol its fragrance as something you love and crave.
For me, there is a sequence of those activities that seems appropriate:
1) Hands – to fondle my glorious and full buttocks (remember words of adoration)
2) Nose – to sniff that scent and love it (“No other girl smells as good”; it’s okay to lie)
3) Lips – to kiss my buttocks and then that canyon and then that rosebud (words of worship)
4) Tongue – to lick that canyon, then that rosebud, then (if you are willing), deep-tongue
5) Face – If all goes well, then after those four steps, I will probably want to sit on your
face. This is the one step where you won’t have to speak words of love and devotion to my ass because—well—when a booty girl sits on your face, you won’t be able to speak at all.
The “Nose” step is so important to discuss. Maybe you think sniffing a girl’s butt just for the sake of worshipping her is too nasty or self-possessed or whatever. Okay, so don’t do it, but be aware if a butt-sniffer comes along, your girl will probably make room for him. In my experience, buttsniffing is the one thing that separates a true ass worshipper from a partial ass worshipper. Very few guys will offer to sniff my ass and I am not going to suggest the idea to any guy because I know it sounds very bizarre, even though I love it a lot. The very few guys who are into and ask for it have never ever disappointed when it comes to being an ass worshipper. So girls, if you are into the ass worship thing and you run across a guy who is into buttsniffing, then I believe you have yourself someone who will please you immensely. I can’t say this for certain because my sample-size is small, but I am about 100% certain that buttsniffers make the best and complete ass worshippers.
If you are a buttsniffer and the girl is into it, you must know one thing that is so important yet not ever thought about ahead of time and that is this: If you are going to sniff my butt, you must do it before anything else. Why? Well because licking or kissing or facesitting dissipates the scent and once that happens, why even sniff?
Always-always-always when you sniff, you must tell the girl that you are in love with her scent. For me, a buttsniffer who raves about loving it endears himself greatly while also alleviating the natural inhibitions girls have about smelling good.
Again, ass worship at all levels must include what you say about your adoration of the girl’s butt and that is even more true when it comes to worship-by-scent (buttsniffing).Take your time!
The biggest problem that butt guys have is their rabid quest to get their tongues involved. Nearly all are so eager to lick and (especially!) get their tongues up there that they rush the important worship elements that should be done beforehand, such as fondling, sniffing, and kissing. Don’t hurry! Take your time to enjoy the sense of sight, feel, and smell before rushing into the taste. Personally, I wouldn’t put my mouth “there” or even my face in someone’s ass, but I’m all into having guys so-possessed do it to me. If they want to do that with their mouth then why would I say “no”? I know that sounds ridiculously selfish, but it is a fact that some guys can’t wait to put their faces, mouths, and especially their tongues back there. But, it can all go south quickly if the guy rushes things.
The point is for you to take your time with each stage. If it takes a half hour of fondling and a half-hour of buttsniffing and a half-hour of kissing her rosebud, then take that time. You will find it worthwhile because she will likely want you back again. Guys who rush might be good for a short-time thrill, but a girl who likes her ass worshipped is more likely to call back those who take their time to go through the stages—fondle, smell, kiss, lick, deep-tongue. There are too many guys willing to lick and deep-tongue. The harder ones to find are the ones who do it all—and take their time.
How do you know when she is ready for you to move on to the next step?
Plan on 20 minutes per step. When you near the end of that time, just give her a hint that you are ready to move and see how she reacts.
For example: A year ago, I had one very eager buttsniffer who stayed back there for a half-hour and seemed like he wanted to sniff my butt all day. However, he seemed to realize that I might be ready to move on, even if he wasn’t. He withdrew his nose and kissed the walls of my scented canyon tenderly. Ass kissing—the next step. With just three soft and romantic kisses on the canyon walls (not on my anus), he was asking if it was time. I cooed and he moved into making out with my ass.
If you’re kissing her rosebud and wonder if it’s time for the tongue thing, don’t just come out with a tongue on her rosebud. That is too assertive on your part. Instead, kiss her rosebud, then kiss up to her tailbone. When you’re ready to move back down, kiss and kiss but apply some very recognizable and very short licks—not to her rosebud but to that dark canyon. When you get “home” resume kissing, give it a few seconds, then repeat. At some point, she will make it known she is ready for tongue. Otherwise, assume she still wants to be kissed. Just don’t rush things!
What ass worship is not . . .
Some people are disgusted with the ass worship thing because they think it has to do with shit. That is so far from the truth. It has nothing whatsoever to do with toilet games.
Instead, it has everything to do with adoring a beautiful and special part of a female. If it was a shit activity, I wouldn’t be interested. There is no thought or suggestion or even a hint of the sight, smell, feel, or taste of that. All of the sight, smell, feel, and taste has to do with the nether erogenous zones of the female anatomy that are given their special character in much the same manner as those that make pussy feel and taste and smell the way it does. You don’t hear guys saying, “No, I won’t lick that pussy because I’m not into urine!” The same is true about a girl’s derriere. All ass flavor and smell etc. is achieved apart from toilet things, the same as it is for pussy.The romance of ass worship . . .
This might sound absurd and had I not experienced it myself, I would probably agree it is absurd. But, there is a romance involved with ass worship.
I mean, think about it: When I spread myself before a guy’s face, I am opening myself to a guy like a girl spreads her legs for sex. I am offering the deepest and most intimate and most secret and most private part of myself. I definitely won’t do that for just anyone, but I will especially for a guy who understands the deep intimacy that can be shared; the girl making herself most vulnerable to a man who is ready to adore her.
I have had a couple of romantic encounters that seemed to greatly parallel a normal date. The guy spoke words of endearment (ass-related), he fondled and kissed (buttcheeks), he inhaled my essence and then made-out extensively with his lips on my rosebud. From there, he transitioned to oral sex (in this case, oral/anal) and when the time came for sex, he penetrated me with his tongue and engaged in oral/anal intercourse until we both climaxed.
That might all sound strange and you might even be shaking your head as I did the first time I heard about it. But, if you have interest in ass worship, it is something to consider and while having a man make-out with my ass hole was strange at first, it didn’t take long for the sensations of deep romance and intimacy to make themselves known.
Not all ass worship needs to be on a romantic level to excite me. Hell, sometimes I’ll just take a torrid tongue from an ass licker who has no idea what worship is. Other times, I will go for a casual worshipper who understands and wants to worship even though he might not get into all phases of it. Still on other occasions, I want a “true” ass worshipper who wants to do it all—romantically—and take his time; like a lot of time.Facesitting
When the other forms of worship have been concluded, I usually have a strong urge to sit on the guy’s face. I’m not sure why I feel that but I believe it has to do with taking my rightful place and a sense of empowerment over the male like the final subduing of the vanquished male who lays sated and weak and helpless. Sometimes, I feel like a seducing goddess who is doing something extremely sensual and that makes me feel extremely sexy.
When I sit, I aim for the nose. Don’t be mistaken! If I sit on your face, your nose will be deep in my ass. Too many guys think they will lick my ass when I sit on their face but that doesn’t happen. I sit on noses. My round booty will certainly sit on the guy’s entire face because there is enough butt-cheek to cover any guy’s face, but I sit on noses.
Why?
Well, it brings me to an aspect of facesitting that I don’t mention often, but as long as I’m giving away my secret store here, I might as well ‘fess up.
I sit on noses not just because it feels so awesome but because (the confession here) I want to be sure my scent is all over his nose so he smells me long after we are apart. I call it “scenting” and it is done very sensually with a slow rocking and rubbing motion on the man’s nose.
The length of time I sit depends on how well I think I have “scented” him. If he just licked my ass and then I sat on his face immediately, then it will take some time before I can “scent” his face enough. If there has been a lapse of time between him licking the moisture from my ass and me sitting on his face, then there will probably be enough moisture rebuilt in my deep cavern that will make scenting his nose a relatively easy thing.
I don’t demand that a guy lets me sit on his face but I do know that most butt guys want it. It is just a matter of a short time before his desire for me to sit on his face is exposed which means that the majority of my sessions have facesitting and the majority of sessions with facesitting will end with me scenting the guy’s nose. I don’t think most of them know what I’m doing and for most of them, I won’t ever tell them about it. I’ll enjoy my secret and just enjoy scenting their faces.
Of course, when I’m done it will be pretty hard to miss that a booty girl just sat on their face but by then, it’s a little too late to avoid the consequences and I find that so exciting. I know all along what I am doing to him but he has no idea—until I am off of his face for a long enough time for his nostrils to return to normalcy.
Booties vs butts: There is a difference
If you are still with me, then I owe it to you to reveal something you might not have thought about.
A girl with a normal butt will acquire normal moisture between her cheeks and she will therefore have a normal amount of scent and taste.
However, a girl like me who has a booty (butt is a little bigger than most girls with my build) has rounder butt cheeks and a much deeper canyon. Both of those factors create more moisture which means much more scent and taste.
Therefore, before you make a play for a booty girl, be sure you are truly into girl-ass because you will get quite a dose of it and you certainly will not do well if you say you want it only to discover that you can’t do it because it is too much for you. I’m not saying it is awful because to a true ass worshipper, they crave booty-type girls. They want all of the scent and taste they can get and booty girls give them that. But for those who are less certain of their ass worship-hood, it is a factor worth considering before you approach a girl with a booty.
Just one example as I wrap this up:
I dated a guy who loved having his normal-ass former girlfriend sit on his face; more specifically, on his nose. He wanted it all of the time. When they broke up, he had a chance to approach me and I liked him and thought a one-time thing might be fun and, after all, it was just facesitting. However, when I sat on his face, the moisture did what it often does—it caused squishing sounds on his nose and it spread over his face and he was soon pushing me off and taking deep breaths of air. He was not prepared for all of that because he had never had a booty sit on his face. I am happy to report that he regained his resolve and after about an hour of giving him squishy-nose, he kissed my sweet rosebud goodbye.Summary:
My parting message is just a reminder of the primary things I hope you will keep in mind if you are into worshipping a girls’ rear-ends:
1) Don’t rush! (Feel, smell, kiss, savor, deep-tongue – each with fullness, never rushed)
2) If you can bring yourself to it, become one of those rare buttsniffers. It will separate
you from the others who don’t understand the sensual nature of sniffing.
3) Always-always-always worship with words! Her ass is the best smelling, best tasting,
most beautiful, etc. you have ever experienced. Lie if you have to. Just say it!
4) Try to comprehend the intimacy and romance that can happen if you “date” her ass
much same as you would for dating her normally (ie: make out with her rosebud,
have sexual intercourse with your tongue up there, that sort of thing).
* If you like or dislike or don’t understand any of this—Evamartini at inbox.com, but
don’t just contact me for a date okay?
I wish all of you the best in this strange and erotic and mysterious endeavor that is so sexy and exciting and romantic and orgasmic.
Yes, it’s not hard for me to have orgasms just from ass worship.
— Eva

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ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART FOUR – Day Three

This story was too long so I’ve broken it into the three days that it took place during.  On Day One:  After five years apart, I was reunited with Belinda and Marcella at a friends wedding.  Belinda had been my high school girlfriend and Marcella was her best friend.  Back in 1999 when we were all nineteen or twenty, the three of us all had sex together a number of times.  In 2001, we reunited for one night of passion despite the fact that Marcella was engaged.  Now it’s five years later and Belinda and I have been broken up for three years.  Belinda is in a relationship with someone else at this point, and Marcella is going through a divorce.  When Marcella and I are finally alone, things heat up dramatically and we end up having sex in the front yard of my parents house in the middle of the night. On Day Two, we went to the wedding and Belinda got into more fights over the phone with her boyfriend Bruce.  After the wedding we went to my fathers house and drank some wine in the hot tub and listened to a crying Belinda worry over Bruce’s fidelity.  As the night wore on and the wine flowed, one thing led to another.  Marcella and I confessed our true feelings and the three of us went on to have another amazing sexual experience.  We talked about Marcella moving to Florida and the possibility of the three of us all living together.  Now it’s day three and I’m in for the biggest surprise of all…

B-Movie babefest (part1 of4)

About 5 miles out of the quiet town of Love Creek Indiana; a dirt track splits from the highway to snake across the flat 3 miles of golden corn fields to the Cummings farm stead. That evening the star scattered sky was slowly beginning to smother the light, as the last rays of a particularly hot day receded then vanished.
The impressive wooden house built over the years by 4 generations of land toilers was silent and peaceful; the nightly cacophony of crickets and the low groans of the cows in their barn the only sounds audible.
From the veranda sounded the squeak of a rocking chair as a young woman relaxed, enjoying the transition from day to night. The girl, just 18 was the youngest of the family; her ma, pa and two brothers still out for the evening in Love Creek’s only hot spot the new bar and grill. She relished the peace and quiet having put on a mock dismay at needing to stay behind and look after Butch, the family gun dog. He’d been howling and playing up all day as if something was troubling him and they feared he was sick. But now he relaxed on the floor beside her, making her think maybe it had all been an act.
The girl was about 5, 6 with long blonde hair. Her tiny waist curved at her hips the tight jeans hugging her firm thighs down to bare small feet. Her face with cute nose and hazel eyes was slightly freckled, her skinny t-shirted frame supplemented with a firm 36inch bust.
Daisy Cummings gave a long satisfied stretch, pouting her large puffed lips and got up to go inside. “Com’n Butch, lets turn in.”
As she closed the veranda door she didn’t notice the flickering light in the sky or the sudden hush as the insects froze in the tall grass fields around her. Butch had begun to whimper again and she shook his head gripping his short fur roughly in affection.
“Hey what’s wrong boy?”
Suddenly there was a flash, then a deafening roar as outside maybe two hundred yards away the corn field ignited the ground rising in a hissing furrow. Within seconds a huge object had singed a deep scar all the way to the Cummings homestead. The timbers crashed as tons of metal saucer rose up to rest against the crumbling building, its rim overhanging the roof shielding the full moon and casting the house into pitch darkness.
Then silence.
A quarter of a mile away Jed, cousin to the Cummings siblings quickened his pace. What had been an evening stroll to see his family had now turned into a horrible nightmare.
“Oh gawd an air crash or sumut!” He had figured.
He knew there was no one for miles, maybe the phones still worked in the crushed house, if so he could raise the alarm. Twenty feet behind him a jack rabbit had been watching, concentrating on the human figure. As the man moved away it relaxed sniffed the air then followed. The electric shock as the creature touched the outside of the rapidly forming half mile wide invisible dome sent it flying, its heart giving way.
Jed never noticed that the warm breeze no longer crossed the fields or the air was now drier the stars seeming to be dull in the sky. Nor did he realize only a few paces slower and he would never have reached the house that evening. His only thoughts were for his relations trapped under the huge silver disc.
Aboard the craft its occupants worked feverishly, but without panic. The shield would protect them while they made the appropriate repairs. The creatures were insect like; large bugs 4 to 5 foot high standing on four arched legs, shells on their back with smaller tentacles for manipulating devices. Their collective hive mind processed and gave instructions in microseconds as scores of the creatures had gone to work inside and outside the craft.
As Jed approached he struggled to make sense of the scene. The house was under the large disc, metal tentacles sprouting from it’s under belly entwining the building in a robotic hug, other tentacles appeared to be snaking to the farm out buildings, while others burrowed under the soil. He could see shapes on the hull and as he neared he gave a horrified cry of disbelief.
Daisy was awoken by the light vibration on the metal floor beneath her. She opened her eyes wiping her blonde locks from her face. She realized she was no longer in the house. Her bare feet felt cold on the buzzing metal and she blinked the light too bright. The room if you could call it that appeared to be at a slight incline the walls glowing illuminating the cold space. She was in a large glass box the top open but too high for her to reach. The space had a layer of mist at floor level and she could only barely see the walls through the blinding haze.
“Hello, anyone there?” She called pressing her cute nose against the glass.
There were sounds of movement and she reeled back with a shriek as one of the creatures came close to the glass. She was panting her chest heaving her young eyes unable to turn away.
“Oh god, oh Ma, Pa helppp!!!!”
Above her the ceiling opened and a mass of thin segmented metal tentacles descended, gripping her. She screamed as she was entwined, one tentacle around her slim waist another on her knees and ankles, more still around her wrists. The metal coils snaked under her t-shirt ripping it apart the tentacles wrapping around her blushing hard mounds. They squeezed tight making them bulge like balloons.
“Awwww ooooohhhhh! No stop ugggghhhhhh!” She squirmed as the tapered vibrating ends pressed her nipples, the metal cold and unyielding.
“Aww that hurts ugghhhh!”
Her jeans were been unbuckled then dragged from her thin calves over her red nailed toes. She gave a scream but then gargled as one of the tentacles entered her mouth the buzzing tip clattering on her teeth.
“Awwwwwtttttttttttttt!”
The creature spoke telepathically, its words forming inside her head; the noises from its claw mouthed face only a series of clicks.
“Be still, you cannot resist.”
It manipulated a console and the tentacles spread her legs wide ripping her panties from her.
“We wish to examine you internally.”
Daisy was sweating profusely, the droplets forming on her encircled tits. She managed to pull her mouth momentarily from the vibrating head.
“No stop nooo awwwwwww!”
A tentacle was curling up between her legs its end beginning to seep a clear lubricant. The ones on her tits also began to sweat the oil making her tits shinny and slippery. She coughed as it re entered into her hot moist mouth, this end now also producing the disgusting tasting gel.
“Mmmmmggggg!”
She felt another cold vibrating tip pushing her pussy lips. She moaned in her head, her hole still sweet and virginal about to be defiled. The tip pressed against her, lips parting and she gave a horrified gaze at the creature as the tentacle head opened her up for the very first time.
Her mind raced,” it must be a dream, this can’t be happening ugggggghh!”
“Ohhh, awwwwwwww!!!!!!”
On the outside of the craft Jed had run as fast as he could away from the scene; but within 20 or so strides he felt himself tripped overwhelmed by the abominations he had seen toiling on the crashed ship. He screamed, the creatures coiling him in web type material, forming a tight bind around his body. He was carried inside the ship, through dark corridors into a bright room a recognizable voice moaning and crying nearby.
“Ugghh ohhh Jed uggh please help ugghh ohhhhhh!”
Jed just stared unable to move. In the glass box was his gorgeous young cousin. She was naked her large hipped ass upturned; her body bent double, face on the cold floor her eyes ablaze. Long legs stretched entwined in coils her hair matted from sweat.
“Agggg get these things out of meeeeeee!”
He could see the metal snake buried into her tight twat the goo running out of her slit dripping to the floor. Her eyes were staring straight at him and he could see the sensation in them. Another long tentacle was twisting and probing its metal length deep in her sore pink anus.
“Oooohhhhhh ohhh please uggghhh too deeeepp ugghhhhh!”
The creature was very satisfied so far.” Hmm your cavities are very elastic and adaptable. I must explore further.” The buzzing heads twisted deeper and deeper.
“Awwwwwwwwww it’s going to kill mee uggghhhhhhh!”
The creature turned to Jed. Its clawed spiny hands slicing his shirt open to caress his bare chest. It called to its collective mind and within seconds Jed was pinned by more slimy bugs as they attached a tortoise like shell to his head. The last thing his free mind saw was Daisy still grunting and moaning the probes ever so deep up her tight holes.
The alien turned back to her as its companions attached wires to the skull cap on Jed’s head. She felt herself lifted her legs pulled wider calves straining. The two hole-fucking tentacles began to pump in and out. Daisy screamed as her cunt was pounded faster and faster the slopping noises making her feel sick. Her ass was on fire as the rear probe flexed and wriggled in and out. Her head thrashed from side to side her mouth giving an oval pout of discomfort.
“Oooooooooohhhhhhh!”
She begged to the impassive insect as his monitored her response. “Uggg, ug, ug, ooh shit oohhh ahhhhh! Stop! Stop! Please, why are you doing this?”
Without warning the tentacles released their grip, her legs buckling, tits bouncing back into shape, her holes releasing their probes with a revolted squeal from Daisy. “Oohhhieeeegggggghh!”
She heard the creature in her head again.
“You will now mate with the male species.”
She saw Jed was naked his head up but his eyes blank. She’d never seen her cousin undressed before, the mid twenties farm boy having a firm physique his long cock unashamedly erect the foreskin pulled back by the taught ness of his erection.
“Oh God, but I’ve nev… and he’s my cousin!”
The cell walls disappeared and she felt the cold mist surround her as she sat legs curled, her hips giving her the delectable hour glass shape.
One of the creatures was near to him a long wire coming from its head to the top of Jeds skull cap. The thing seemed to be controlling his movements as the farm boy jerked and swayed. The bug also seemed uncomfortable as it tried to get used to controlling a two legged creature. Daisy began to shake as eventually it moved Jed towards her, the man’s erection fat and hard; his mouth foaming slightly like a rabid animal.
Outside in the surrounding fields the state troopers had arrived and cordoned off the only road approaching the Cummings Ranch. The first police car had hit the energy field head on and the two occupants were lucky to be alive; the car now a burnt out wreck.
As they searched for a possible way around or through the invisible but very real energy shield the sheriff tried to calm Daisy’s Ma and Pa. The house was now shrouded in mist and the sheriff could only make out feint images along with segments of a large shinny disc craft.
“My girl’s in there; oh have mercy! We need to do something!” Wailed Ma Cummings; having to be held back from assured electrocution as she tried to storm forward.
The sheriff tried to calm her friends, she’d only just been promoted and now all this crazy shit. It was bad enough been the towns first woman sheriff and now having to deal with crashed space ships, she was already beginning to feel the doubting eyes of unconvinced towns folk.
The sheriff was called Candy Vale. She was in her early thirties, married with kids. Ex town prom queen she had grown up here and had served as a deputy until the ill health of her boss had seen her unexpectedly promoted. She was tall with blonde wavy hair and struggled sometimes to be taken seriously; her Baywatch type figure all tits and ass proving very distracting to her male colleagues. Her nickname was Officer Anderson in homage to her TV look alike. A name none dare say to her face apart from her husband who found it quite amusing.
Candy knew the government agencies would be here soon. Unlike in the movies there was no actual ultra secret department always ready to be on site within minutes. In fact communications had been painfully slow and even now as she waited for their arrival she could imagine it would be one lowly official with nothing else to do this evening. There were shouts of excitement as one of her troopers came running up to her, his face grinning with relief at a job well done.
“Sheriff!” He said respectfully, “I’ve found a way in!”
Back in the saucer the floor around Daisy was rising up to form a low table as she lay with long fingers gripping its metal edge her legs curled tight close. Jed was not responding to her cries and as the creature grew in confidence with his control Jed became more animated and less like a puppet. He gripped her arms half climbing on the table his head down taking a nipple between his lips.
“Uggh Jed, no ugghh mmnn!” She tried to push him off as his cock slapped against her knee.
“No for God sake, Jed ugghhhh!” Her cousin didn’t respond his slurping mouth taking more and more tit flesh into it as his slobbered on her young boobs.
Outside the deputy pointed with pride at his finding. Two fields down a drainage ditch ran parallel to the edge of the shield. The electric force slightly visible as insects buzzed then flashed as they unwittingly crossed it.
In the ditch was a 4 foot wide drain used to channel water when irrigation was needed. As Candy looked in she could see it ran into the next field. Behind the shield!
She paused for a moment, “did the shield go under ground?” She couldn’t tell. Using a pole she tried to test it. No reaction. She made a decision and began to crawl through. The group of lawmen watched her appear unscathed on the other side. Sheriff Candy was through.
In the ship her presence was immediately noticed, the creatures taking an instant to asses then correct their error. The tunnel hissed and sparked as the deputy following screamed. The shield now penetrated into the ground the poor unfortunate man been dragged from the tube his body burnt. The sheriff drew her revolver,” no turning back now.” She thought, beginning to creep through the tall corn towards the homestead.
The aliens gathered round the examination table chattering in their undecipherable tongue. The one attached to Jed remained static its mind focused on controlling its rampant host. Jed’s hands were all over her body, his fat farmer fingers clutching her tiny waist, caressing under her arms making her shiver and squeal.
“Uggh Jed stop uggh ohh please ooohhh!”
His mouth trailed spittle from one sucked nipple as it moved to the other one, descending with a hungry slurp! She clawed his back; her talons streaking up his spine but Jed didn’t respond.
“The lead,” she realized, gripping the skull cap. Long spiny arms reached down from all sides holding her wrists pulling her arms back away from the connector, the creatures speaking in her head.
“Stop resistingzzz the insertionzzz!”
Her beautiful young thighs felt the grip of claws as her legs spread involuntarily. Jed’s cock was rubbing her lightly haired mound the fat head sliding close but not into her hole. A creature took hold of Jed’s prick aiding his colleague attempts at directing it and she felt his tip spreading her hole.
“Aggg stop, stop no, no, nooo!” Jed’s body jerked his eyes still half rolled into their sockets as his member road up her loosened canal a few inches.
“Ugggghhhhhhhhhhh noooooo!”
The controlling bug started to shudder as it drew the sensations from Jed’s mind. The others chattered excitedly, their collective mind already making an analysis. Jed began to rock back and forth his hands now pushing her tits down, pinning her hard onto her back.
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, awww, aww ohhhh!”
Daisy felt his rock hard flesh sliding against her walls, the tip going deeper and deeper. Her face looked up at Jed as she grunted her mouth wet the pink lips glistening. His firm sexy torso rode above her and she almost forgot the retched creatures pulling her arms back so her chest thrust up; others pressing her thighs down almost to the table surface her pelvis rising to suck in the mans robotically pistoning cock.
“Aww ugh, uggh, ugghh oh, oh arrrrrrrrr, arrrrrggg!”
The lead alien spoke to her as the fucking proceeded.
“The experience is enjoyable for our hostzzz; his thoughts are vivid and your body is arousing interesting feelings in him.”
Daisy had only just accepted the creatures had control of his body, now she gave an embarrassed groan realizing his mind was still focused a slave to his automated shell. The spittle dropped from his pursed lips onto her face as he continued to rut only the whites of his eyes visible. Suddenly his thoughts filled her head as the creature began transmitting them with perverse delight.
“Oh, ugh fuck soo tight oh the little hot slut uuggghh, oh God fuck her faster, faster make me come, fuck it ahhh, oohh. She’s pinned real good oohh yeah take it you little bitch yeahhh argghhh!”
Other thoughts danced around; slap his cock in her face, twist her nipples and let her scream, push her legs back make her suck her own toes. His fantasizes flooded in from years of sitting chatting on the homestead veranda. Bend her over take her up her young shit box, ride her like dirty dog. Jed’s body suddenly stopped as all the creatures turned to each other in discussion.
The mist around the house was getting thicker and thicker, as Candy approached. She was sure the saucer was responsible. “Yet more shielding,” She assessed. “They’re up to something they don’t want us to see.”
She had being following a depression in the field along the side of the farm, the recessed ground curling towards the back of the building near the barns. She could tell someone was on top of the saucer as sounds of hammering echoed eerily down, but the fog was too thick to see clearly and she nearly fell into the side of the Cummings barn as she tripped on something.
Below her was the silver girth of a large segmented tentacle. It snaked back towards the ship and onwards through newly smashed planks into the barn. She tried to peer in through a crack. As she crouched down her black trousers stretched tight to her curved rear, her blonde hair now cascading over her shoulders, denim shirt holding that fantastic bust in place. The roof was holed in several places by falling debris and the moons rays shone in.
She could just see the long tentacle split into many smaller ones like a squid, each one finally imbedded in a silent immobile animal. Their bodies were scattered everywhere; still alive but incapacitated. One cow gave a horrid moan seconds latter a free metal tip pressing into its mouth with a long gargle from the beast. Candy bit her wrist in revulsion, her no nonsense law woman manner deserting her.
“Oh my god, what insanity is this?”
Outside of the shield the crowd of cops, town officials and Cummings family could do nothing. The Mayor had taken charge and it was with great relief that a small convoy of Humvee wagons appeared, moving rapidly towards the site. As the military vehicles arrived a mix of armed battle dressed and civilian clothed troops dismounted. The Major in charge chewed on his cigar snapping his fingers instructing a tall woman in a long white surgical coat to follow him.
“Good evening Mayor,” announced the Major cigar still in his mouth. “This is Capt Fin my medical officer; she needs to get up to speed. Her team will be taking over the operation.”
The Mayor looked confused. “Operation? ”
Capt Fin smiled. Tall with rimmed spectacles and long matt black hair she looked like a ghost, her pale face and white coat shinning in the moonlight.
“What do you mean operation?” He continued.
“To make contact,” she said calmly with a slight smile.
Back in the ship Daisy was still grunting over and over. The creatures had continued with the fucking after a few seconds of animated debate. The thrusts from Jed were getting harder as his pelvis smacked against her spread wide groin. Each slam forward was reaching deep inside her.
“Uggh, uggh, ahh, ahhh, awwww! Oh please stop. No moreugghhh!”
Jed’s thoughts still filled her head, his disgusting images and ecstatic delight making her deflowering all the more dirty and debauched. She felt her groin getting tighter her spine tingling. His carnal pleasure swelled in her mind, his growing arousal affecting her body. All the while a third mind more menacing and dark remained on the edge of her thoughts, it was aliens watching and sampling. There were too many people in her head at once and she gave an aroused groan of lust her clit hardening like she had never experience before.
“Ohh, mmmnn, no, no it’s not right ugghhh, ooh, oooh, ooohhhhh!”
She felt her pussy wet with her own juice. The mans cock now slid with ease only exciting him more and in turn bringing her nearer a peak. A vicious gasping circle as she experienced the pleasure of a tight virgin fuck not only through her eyes but the through the senses of the pounding man. She began to feel the heat building in her pelvis, nipples hardening her breathing shallow.
“Ohhfuck awwww, ugghh oh, oh, no, no, noooo I’m cominggg aggghhhhhh!”
Her fleshy canal tightened as she foamed with juice her own blinding orgasm dominant, but Jed’s building climax also apparent getting stronger and stronger. The bug began to shake, Jed’s orgasmic effect new and exciting to it. The other bugs pulled the farmers waist back, as Daisy writhed grinding her sloppy pussy onto his prick.
“OOhhh I can’t take it againnnnnn, Aeeeeeeiieeee!” She wailed arching her back, firm tits pointing to the sky.
His burning cock plopped out of her as it erupted, spattering semen over her mound. Another two jerks of the cock filled her little belly button. Daisy’s face was a picture of disgust, witnessing a man’s ejaculation for the first time. Her mind felt him coming like no woman had done before, the seed flooding his pipe before the relief of its exit.
“Uuuuhh Jed, ugggggg no, no.” Daisy legs were still wide apart her pussy lips drooling and flexing as she involuntarily spasmed; experiencing Jed’s showering climax.
The bug’s claws caressed her sweating panting tummy; spreading Jed’s meager sticky shot. They all agreed this load was most disappointing; some improvements would have to be done here.
The newly arrived military team had set up a large antenna dish and a group of ear phoned white smocks had already begun turning dials making calculations. The infantry had taken up observation points around what was quickly becoming the base camp for what they hoped would be a planet to planet meeting. All the while the force field hummed gently; glowing a faint green in the pitch black each time the moon rays were blocked by clouds. The antenna device was transmitting and Dr Fin stood with her assistant patiently waiting for a response.
After only five minutes they got a response.
Capt Fin’s assistant saw it first and gripped her officers arm.
“What is it Jackie?” The sexy captain asked, seeing the assistant raise her finger as if to point. Jackie was in her very late teens with ringlet red hair, she looked like a coed Nicole Kidman. She had been in the military less than a year, a secondment from Cal tech. Her frightened reaction made her feel foolish, envious of the stony faced troops around her. Each was expertly masking their fear as a four legged giant bug approached out of the fog.
In the ship Daisy knelt in a corner hands tied behind her back. A silver steel collar and pole attached to the wall kept her passively upright. Jed was thankfully back in control of his body. He gave anguished cries as he tried to break free from the vertical table he was tied to. Hands and legs out bound in a star shape. The creatures worked quickly each new procedure bringing a wail of dismay, then one of discomfort from the unfortunate man as they operated on him.
Sheriff Vale took a deep breath. She needed to go on; there were surely lives at stake. Drawing her revolver she edged around the nightmare barn to look into the Farmyard. A large hole had appeared where the old Cummings harvester usually parked. Twenty feet across, it had numerous tentacles similar to the barn one, all coming from the ship entering the pit like some outrageous air-conditioning ducting. She crept to the edge but was unable to see far down; the tunnel bending and appearing to head off horizontal about two storey under ground. She got her orientation, the horror mounting again. It headed east. East to Love Creek!
In the experiment room the creatures finished their alterations to their captured specimen. The lead bug paused, its brain transmitting the orders to its eager crew.
“The intruding earth woman has come close enough, bring her to me.”
The military communication device had worked better than anyone could have expected. Capt Fin and her team had been pushing the boundaries of telepathic communication these last few years, the final result the device in front of them. It was designed for transmitting thoughts more than actual words, hopefully spanning any language barrier. And the response had been almost instant.
Crouched defensively, the armor shelled bug had come to within ten feet of the shield its antennae waving, mouth tusks chattering. The captain swallowed nervously.
“Ok Jackie. Its time I put this toy to the test.”
She raised a special pair of head phones clipping them around her ears. Other team members attached cardiograph wires to her chest and head; unsure of what effect mind communication may have on the courageous officer. Once they were all set she turned the dial on the device and her head began to fill with an unearthly buzz.
Candy’s Smith and Wesson had never been fired in anger before. In fact it had only ever been drawn once; to capture an escaped convict. Something the stunning officer had been the toast of the town for. Now its silver barrel was pointed in anger. The sheriff had suddenly become aware of shapes close by and as they became clearer her knees started to shake.
“Oh my word!” She gasped; both hands now tight on her revolver as she stood legs apart her arms outstretched her eye in line with the barrel sight.
She felt something touch her boot and gave a yelp as she was tripped. A metal tentacle lifted her feet off the ground and she tumbled over, her hands losing their grip and the revolver bouncing along the dirt.
She gave a shocked scream as she felt a hard bony appendage on her back, large dark shadows over her. The bugs close up smelt awful, their shells an oily black the creature’s underside segmented a sickly pale color. She screamed again as she was twisted around, her legs gripped by pincers. The buzz began in her head as the alien mind invaded.
The screams failed to carry to the edge of the aliens shield where the first official contact was been made. The Major, the Mayor and the quickly growing group of officials and military all waited patiently. The frustration was almost unbearable. What was she saying to it? Captain Fin had stood there for what seemed an eternity her body rigid but all sensors telling them she was alive and in direct mind contact with the beast.
The team almost jumped with surprise when finally she shuddered and snapped back into reality. They all eagerly gathered around her the creature still motionless, waiting.
“It says they will be leaving soon. They require no help.” She coughed taking a deep breath. “They breathe differently to us; the shield is for our protection their atmosphere is poisonous.”
The Mayor interrupted. “But the sheriff and poor Daisy Cummings?”
Fin shook her head still trying to regain composure.” No, it says they’re both sick but ok, inside the ship.”
The Major looked back at the creature and his blood froze. “In the ship? God help them.”
The captain nodded in resignation, something else playing on her mind. “God help us all.” She said smiling to her young assistant. “They’ve also invited us to see for ourselves.”
The alien tunnel running out from the Cummings farm narrowed to about 3 foot across as it stretched under corn field after corn field. The burrowing was like a hot knife through butter; the tentacle tips resonating to the perfect frequency to literally melt the soil and rock. The sides of the tunnel were smooth acquiring a glass like texture. Traveling arrow straight and as the crow flies it would reach the sleepy town within the hour.
Candy had regained her composure. She was the sheriff and people were depending on her. The creatures once they had disarmed her had backed off. Her arms had been bound at the wrist behind her back. The bugs spinning a silky thread as strong as steel. She had acted like a crazy woman the voices in her head seeming to make her temporally insane; until finally she kept getting the same message.
“Follow, follow, follow.”
The bugs appeared to be gesturing to the underbelly of the ship. She could see a hatch open with creatures entering and leaving like the mouth of a giant ant hole. Although they didn’t drag her she felt them slowly edging her towards it. She crossed her fingers locked behind her back and decided she had no choice but to accept.
Inside the ship she struggled to stand the corridor low and at the crash angle. The bugs helped steady her and she had a nauseating image of nature shows when you see the insects carefully carrying grubs and leaves to their nest. As she entered the mist shrouded room she realized she had made a terrible decision.
Across the room surrounded by aliens was Jed. “Oh my, Jed!” She cried recognizing the poor young man still bound star shaped to an upright table.
“Oh my God what have they done to you?”
Jed gave a embarrassed moan. Like all the young men in Love Creek he was a big fan of ‘Officer Anderson.’ Only last month he had sat in his pick up at the bar and grill watching the sheriff dress down two jocks in a Camero. She had bent over her hands on the door sill, curly blonde hair flowing over her shoulders as she spoke to the chastised and no doubt red faced young men inside.
Jed had eyed the curve of her ass, the length of her booted legs, the famous breasts masked by dangling blonde locks. As he watched in his dark cab he had eased his own cock out and began to tug gently. The boys must have been making some real excuses just to have her attention for a few more seconds; because she didn’t move from her sexy stance. Jed had wanked himself brazenly, thirty feet from her knowing any second she would move and he would have to stop, unsatisfied.
But she didn’t move and would never know of his shameful ejaculation all over his steering wheel that evening.
“Agggg sheriff help me, please Jesus oohh.”
His body was tired, his groin heavy and sore. Candy was embarrassed herself. The young mans cock was limp but swollen, small metal tubes puncturing his cocks skin. Below where his scrotum should be was a baseball size blue sphere. The thing also had metal piping attached to the outside and she thought she could see liquid bubbling inside the obscene alteration.
“Daisy where’s Daisy?” She quickly asked before she could be silenced.
Jed felt his blush building, remembering what he was forced to do and shamefully enjoyed. “They’ve got her sheriff awww.” He thought back to his wild sexual ranting. “I think I said… I mean thought, awww God no please she’s just a girl.”
Candy didn’t understand what he meant, but his anguished lament began to make her pant and stammer. The lead bug approached her and she was caught by surprise as it ripped her police shirt open the sleeves been shredded in an instant. Jed saw her white bra full and proud the straps straining to hold her load. The sharp claws of a bug snapped them and her 40 inch melons spewed out, the nipples large and pink the domed shape of the tits as perfect as the shield outside.
“Ugggggg what’s going to happen? Why? Why have you done this?” She cried her topless body been lustfully view by boy and alien alike.
The reply was clear and clinically chilling. “Be quiet you earth bitchzzz. We wish to sample your fleshzzz!”
Young Daisy was becoming very tired. The steel neck collar had been used like a rigid leash to drag her back into the warm night air. The two bugs with her didn’t pause as she tripped and struggled to keep up. They pulled her back into her crushed home, which now appeared to be an extension of the alien craft. She hardly recognized the place as a lattice of pipes and dull green beams covered the collapsed rooms.
She could hear the barking of her dog ‘Butch’ somewhere at the top of the stairs. The white tiled bathroom seemed very bright, and as she climbed the steps she saw strange equipment strewn around. She cried back to her dog fearing for his safety, these creatures could snap him in two easily.
“Butch run, run sweetie.” Then she saw him. “Oh Butch, ooohh what? Oooooohhhh pleaseeeeee noooooo!”
The blonde haired teen began to wail her hips shaking her long firm legs giving way as she was pushed in nearer to her beloved dog. The black haired hound stood barking excitedly, a turtle like skull cap linking him to the waiting bug. The dog’s long thin cock was rigid like a poker, the dangling foreskin end already dripping fluid.
Captain Fin and Jackie pulled on the helmets of their red NBC suits. The two women checked their communicators and breathing gear. The waiting bug saw they were ready and the shield parted creating a 6 foot doorway. The two women stepped through and the shield closed. They turned and gave thumbs up to the surrounding people before following the alien into the fog.
Candy was moaning her beautiful white teeth gritted her head back blonde mane whipping at the alien pinning her wrists behind her. Her husband had always been so gentle, his lips caressing her hard ends, his tongue trailing the curve of her mountainous domes. She’d married her high school sweetheart; and had never felt the roughness of a frenzied massage or the back arching shock of hungry unyielding sucking. Jed tried to free his hands but it was no use. The innocent yelping of Candy was rousing his sore cock, the metal pipes tightening around it like a cage. His altered scrotum burned, his insides aching like he was already pumping a continuous wad. It was no use he had to watch, who wouldn’t?”
All the schoolboy fantasies could not put such a debauched scene in front of him. Sheriff Vale was been molested by two of the stunted bug aliens. Her shoulders pulled back so her tits thrust out at right angles. Each alien was clawing or coiling a fat tit. Both creatures had their trunk like tongues flailing as the open dripping ends held her nipples in a permanent slurping suck.
“Ugghh mmnngggghh, ah, ah, uggghhh! Stop uhhhhh, uuhh no, no, urrrrrrrrr!”
Their tongues were like small elephant trunks, the end animated able to grasp and nip like a pair of lips. The white segmented flesh made them look like a smaller biological version of the probes that had deflowered Daisy earlier. Candy could only stare down her sweaty boobs been tugged and bounced the slime running from her sucked points down under her tits to drip onto her clench tummy.
“Awwwwwww ugh, ugh, oh, oh, ooohhhhh!”
The bugs were squeezing their tentacles coiled around her tits making the flesh swell. She felt her hair been tugged and screamed as the third holding bug curled its proboscis around to push her sexy lips apart.
Jed’s cock was now fully erect his steel veins pulsing, his purple head glistening the newly enlarge spunk hole almost big enough to put your little finger down. He gave a disgusted growl as Candy choked on the filthy appendage. Her blue eyes flashed as the tongue forced down her throat; the ends seeping slime, her body shaking at the horrendous alien French kiss.
“Ggggggggg ggggggggggg!!!”
Both Jed and Candy could hear the excited ESP chatter of the creatures as they reported back to the hive mind. How her tits tasted. How hard her nipples were; the flesh flexible but elastic. Her throat hot and wet; the creature confirming she would be able to swallow the desired load.
Realizing it was choking her the bug withdrew its tongue, his spittle wiping across her sculpted nose and dark lashed eyes. And Candy screamed as she heard both groping bugs agree to try and suck her nipples off.
“Oh shit uggh awww please no more!! Awwwwwwwwwwww!”
Jed’s blue scrotal sphere began to froth his growing discomfort quickly noticed by the bugs.
“Now earth bitchzzz, demonstrate taking the males cock in your mouthzzz.”
Candy shook her head then squealed as the creatures tongues twisted her fat nipples almost all the way around.
“Awwww ok, ok! Just stop hurting my breasts!”
She fell to her knees arms still tied her shinny wet boobs glistening with alien spittle the nipples erect like bullets. In front of her was the young man his crotch full of swollen cock and large single mechanical testicle. His thought were broadcast openly again but he didn’t blush or feel ashamed, his painful erection about to be tasted by the sexiest woman he had ever known.
Daisy began to shiver the tears welling in her eyes as the Bugs tugged her metal leash. Her neck was pulled down hard and she knew they wanted her to knell. She was jerked forward onto all fours her captors carefully turning her around so she faced away from Butch. The Bathroom was cold and cramped the bath missing, having collapsed into the room below. The two escort bugs crowded around the door frame still holding the leash, peering in watching their colleague prepare her.
“No, please you don’t have to do this! This isn’t normal uggh, please no nooo.”
The creature parted her ass cheeks, its snake like tongue caressing her anus down to her young slit. Its claws spread her lips and her pink wet hole felt the cold air. Daisy just moaned in despair. Unable to fight them off and nowhere to run to she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
She could hear Butch as his claws slipped on the tiled floor, his panting loud over her shoulder. The leased forced her head down, her cheek pressed on the cold tiles her arse raised.
Captain Fin tried her com link to the outside world. It just hissed, the shield creating an electric barrier through which even radio couldn’t pass. The creature she was following paused then turned and she instantly felt its mind communicating with her. She understood with scientific delight, “they don’t need any machines! Their telepathy is that advanced!”
The creature spoke to them this time far clearer than it had done earlier with their amateurish device.
“Do not waste your time with events outside the dome. Hurry we are eager for you to experience our ship.” It then continued picking its way through the fog.
Fin clicked the communicator to transmit to her partner. “Jackie, did you just hear what I heard?” The way it had just entered her head uninvited making her shiver.
Jackie’s expression was of shock her breathing steaming the inside of her face mask. She nodded slowly not wanting to attract the creature’s attention. The alien presence was no longer inside her head as it appeared they chose when to communicate, and didn’t or couldn’t just continuously scope your mind.
“What other tricks are they keeping secret?” She thought before clicking back a brief acknowledgement to Fin. “I don’t like it Captain. Not one bit.”
Fin just pointed commandingly ahead, urging Jackie to keep up with the bug. She too felt very uneasy now, but why make her young charge any more worried.
Jed’s eyes stung with the perspiration as it trickled down his brow into his sockets. But he couldn’t, or wouldn’t shut his eyes. Below him Candy was a picture of eroticism greater than any he had ever conjured in his bed time hours. Her eyes blue and wide the black lashes curling upwards, her skin tanned her cheek bones pronounced as her mouth pinched. The wet rim of her full lips glistening as she encircled the first half inch of his cock.
Mmmmmmm slurp! Uggh cough! Slurp! Mnnnnnnn!”
Her hair was bedraggled now, the bugs holding large claws full, pushing her down onto him. She tried to resist and from time to time the cock flipped out of her sliding up the side of her straight nose before her head was pulled up to devour it again. Her hands were down at her side holding herself in a kneeling position, the arms squeezing her tits together creating an almost bottomless cleavage. Below that her trouser hips bulged out, her legs and boots hidden by the floor mist.
“Ugghh Mmmnnn ah ah slurp! Mggggggg!”
The creatures pushed harder; her tongue holding back Jed’s helmet. He gave a shudder as her hot tip pressed into his enlarged spunk hole. She tried to thrash her head but just gave a pitiful sexy whimper her eyes moist as she felt his shaft delved farther into her mouth.
“Oooooooh yeahhhhh urrrggg, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh!” Jed growled; her tender flesh and hot spittle teasing the underside rim of his helmet.
His mind was been broadcast to the room again, Candy getting a grandstand audio of his thoughts.
“Ohh God that’s good. Push her in more for fuckkks sake uggggg! Oh you lovely blonde slut uggghhh. Fuck I can feel the come, its bubbling nnggg! Suck me, suck me dry honey com’n uggghhh!”
She gave him an angry come hither glance upwards aware of the pleasure he was getting from her. Then she gagged as more of her throat was eased onto him. His cock was massive and as she swallowed his sweaty head she felt the tiny metal veins which created a lattice around his twitchy fleshy girth. Her hands came up to claw his thighs, her nails touching against his glass scrotal sphere making a hollow tapping sound.
The bugs weren’t satisfied; she was still struggling too much. The skull cap was needed.
Back in her half demolished bathroom Daisy bit her lip the tears starting. Her back sensed the hairy rib cage of Butch, his paws firmly resting on either shoulder. Like the sheriff she too was feeling a total slut, her ass pressing against the dogs hind legs the animals long pink rod stabbing her pussy over and over. The dogs cock had searched for a minute or so, Daisy wriggling the bug struggling to control its animal body. Then the wet end had finally pushed up her, the beast instantly beginning to fuck robotically its tail waging its tongue dangling from its closed jaw.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, nnnnn, nnnnnn!” She grunted, on all fours like an obedient bitch.
The cock was like a banana curving dramatically up, the floppy end deep inside her canal. She felt its balls slapping against her clit as the bug decided to push as deep as it could go. She knew her dog would also be experiencing this. It would be confused, scared, but no doubt innocently gaining instinctive animal pleasure. The bug was visibly aroused, its spiny legs shivering as it broadcasted its experiences.
“Mmm, mmmm the dog has different feelings than the man, eager to reproduce, fill the hot hole with seed as quickly as possible.”
Daisy wailed the cock blurring in and out of her sloppy cunt.
“The earth girl is in despair, the revulsion sickening her uggh, her orifice could take more but the beast is not endowed enoughzzz. Uggg her skin is tensed uuggh yess, this is pleasurable uuggghh, more. I need more penetration zzzzzzzzg!”
The dog pushed at her butt as it tried to climb further on her back, its cock curling up her another half inch.
“Awwwwwww no stop uuggghh no, no.” Her thoughts were bizarre. “Oh its going to come up me, will it make puppies? No please no, oh God, don’t make me suck it. Oh poor Butch I know you can’t help it.”
The bug wasn’t been analytical at all now. Its messages were raw and pleasurable, having aroused feelings the hive mind was unaccustomed too.
“Zzzzzggg, zzzzgggg uhh, her fat arse is slapping, her face distressed. Zzzzzzggg The dogs seed pods are tightening Zzggg its spurting Zggg Zgggg its filling her hot wet tube ZZZZzz yessss scream, young earth whore!”
The ejaculation was like three squirts of a big bore syringe, the runny spunk shooting its way up to her cervix.
“Oh, oh ugh, ugh no, no, noooooooh. Aaaawwwwwwwwwwggghhhhh!!!”
Candy’s body was now more rigid her face drawn as her cheeks muscles sucked painfully hard. The bug was in control the cap wires leading from the buxom blonde to its own head. Officer Vale’s eyes were white, rolled back in her sockets a stream of saliva running from the corner of her wide mouth dripping off her chin. Her body was not responding to her commands anymore her mind terrified as she swallowed more and more of the mans massive cock.
“Ugggggggggggg oh God ugggggghh I’m choking!” Her thoughts wailed the cock head now pushing her tonsils the slime dripping down her gullet.
The bug connected to her savored the taste of the human’s sweaty prick, the sensation of the flesh buried in her mouth. The woman’s gums made sucking easy, the full lips like an inflatable vice around the shaft, wanking the loose outer skin of the earth mans cock. It raised her hand to make the woman feel her own fat nipples the sweat making them slippery to touch.
Candy tried to let go and slip into a dream. She tried to imagine herself at home sucking her husband, but the size and depth made her retch; all the while this black sinister mind exploring her as ravenously as the cock probed her throat.
Jed was tensed like a coil about to spring. Candy had six inches of him in her mouth. He could feel the back of her tongue, her gullet narrow; see her gasping and gagging as she coughed slime out around his rod. The bugs were making her pinch her own nipples, the long nails bringing them to an erect bullet size. His tube began to fill, his groin squeezing the thick semen painfully up his narrow exit.
“Arrggggg uhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh!”
He knew he was coming so did the helpless Candy. His cock convulsed as his veins tighten and then began to flex.
Once! “Ugh”.
Twice! “Uggh.”
The solid shot was been pumped with difficulty up his shaft.
Three!” Uggggggghhhhhhh!”
The first spurt was like putting your finger over the end of a garden hose. The eruption covered the back of her throat the chunks sticking then dropping into her gullet. The bug and Candy experienced the filthy gulp together.
“Mgggg Oh shit nooo!” Candy screamed in her head, her body trying to vomit.
He came again the second spurt more fluidly, a hot piss like stream of white filling her mouth in an instant.
“Gulgggg! Urrkk gulp! Gulp! Ohhhhhhhh!”
Candy was gagging trying to swallow rather then choke. The Bug also wasn’t enjoying the experience. “Zzggggg!! Ugggggzzzz!”
It reeled back breaking the connection between itself and its captive beauty.
Candy back in control jerked her head up the cock springing out of her the spunk bubbling over her lips as she coughed frantically. She didn’t get it out in time and as his cock head touched her top teeth he spurted again, Jed bellowing.
“Uhhhh jezzz aagggggggggggggg!”
His non existent balls felt like they’d been sucked inside out. His tube was stinging as he unleashed a third stream. She gave a shriek of disbelief having to gulp again the salty liquids stink filling her nostrils, her stomach turning.
“Uggh cough! Oooh shit! Cough! Spit! Splutter, ugggg!”
She managed a few words as she opened her mouth head down, letting the semen spill over her tits like cream over two hot buns.
His cock waved upright the metal lattice flashing the flesh now dark purple bruised and battered.
“Ugghh oohhh uuuhhhhh!”
It pumped as it went; another more watery load covered her nose, lashes and eyebrows as she looked down. Then another spurt into her blonde wavy hair, the liquid still with thick droplets in it making it look like she had a really bad case of dandruff.
Candy was dazed, her mouth opening and closing, her nose and chin dripping, her tits like snowy mountain peaks. His final sixth spasm missed her completely and left a trail of slime from his cock eye almost to the floor. The shaft quickly deflated, exhausted. And Jed gave a long painful moan as he felt he was about to pass out.
As the aliens discussed the success of their alterations the reconnaissance bugs message alerted the hive. It was nearing the ship, bringing with it the two new specimens.
On the outskirts of Love Creek there is a raised well known hillock shrouded by trees. The road leading there turns to gravel before it comes to a secluded spot with a panoramic view of the town below. An ideal spot for making out, it was frequented regularly. But tonight only one car was there and the occupants writhed in the back seat the windows steaming.
The night was still and a few feet away the earth began to bubble then melt a silver blunt tentacle point appearing like a mole sniffing the night air.
Inside his father’s car the college stud couldn’t believe his luck. Sure he’d heard rumours about her, but he’d never believed them to be true. Under him, her long athletic legs hooked around his waist, was the half naked body of his chemistry teacher; the late thirties vixen they called Miss Crome.

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The Champion’s Companion 18

Marcos went down the hall and found the Queen with Kaarthen and her girls drinking tea.
Marcos walked over to Mara noting the smell of brandy in the room and the women’s red eyes and blustery cheeks. “Here eat this.” He said offering the hair to his little fuckpet.
“You building a one woman harem Marcos?” Kaarthen asked. Beside her, the Queen sat up wondering what she meant.
“I travel a lot.” He said dismissively. “Besides that’s only the second one.”
“We’re watching you.” Kaarthen said drunkenly and fell back passed out next to the Queen.
“Can you do it on your own?” Marcos asked Mara ignoring them.
The Queen perked up again. “Do what?”
Mara stood. “This.” She dropped her clothes and stood unabashedly naked after changing into darkly tanned, robust, massively breasted, dark haired, and voluptous Duchess Clarin Perstavy. She studied her new body in wonder as Marcos inspected her behind.
The Queen looked amazed at the transformation. “That’s amazing! That’s how you got into the palace that night?”
“Mmmhhmmm.” Marcos muttered fumbling around whipping out his cock.
Mara dropped to it quickly and used her tongue to lift and gobble it. She tasted the other woman on him and continued even more frenzied relishing the mixed tastes of both their cum. After a moment, Mara was bobbing quickly using her own style to augment the Duchess’ more capable body. Marcos felt the difference sliding into her throat from Mara’s body and the one she wore now. The Duchess was bigger bodied and her throat was wider for him and her tongue was slightly more coarse, wider, and longer.
“Bend over Mara.” He commanded.
“Yes, Master.” She said turning and dropping to all fours.
Marcos shuffled behind her looked over to the Queen who was shifting around trying not to be obvious as she tried to masturbate. “Kaarthen’s right next to you.” He said with a grin making her blush.
He lined up and pushed slowly into the Duchess’ pillowy ass. Mara’s additional experience made the ride a dream just as he imagined. Her ass clenched him as he buggered her and he barely had to move as she tilted and worked her hips. Finally, she undulated in a quickening fashion that Marcos hadn’t felt before. Her tight ass seemed to spin on his cock as it raised and lowered chaotically.
Finally, he reached up to her shoulders and spewed into her. Mara leaned down and accepted the warmth and let it trickle deeper into herself.
“Wow that was…” The Queen said leaning forward and creeping off the couch toward him.
“Mom!?” The prince called entering the room.
The Queen shot up and moved around the couches and end-tables to intercept him as Marcos popped over to a couch facing away from the prince. “Hello! Aaa…honey. Did you want me to watch you with the horses?”
“Yes, please.” The prince practically beamed. “What happed to Aunt Clarin?” He asked looking over her shoulder.
“…Nothing to worry about…she’s just tired.” The Queen said stumbling for something to say. “She’s…just sleeping.”
“Oh. Well come on.” He said grabbing her and pulling her from the room.
Marcos noted with a smile how he handled her ass.
Turning back, Marcos got hard looking at Kaarthen sprawled out. Her legs were splayed with one up on the lounge’s arm and she had fallen over onto her side. The palace had found clothes for her and she wore a short linen dress that seemed like a shift on her tall busty frame. On the sides, her high pale breasts swelled out the armholes searching for release.
“Hmm maybe one more.” Marcos eased over and plucked a single white hair from Kaarthen before offering it to Mara.
She took it and smiled as she swallowed it.
Marcos dropped down into Kaarthen’s unwitting presence and hoisted her long pale legs to his shoulders. Her short dress fell away and flipped up to uncover her. Her hairless crotch was shinier than usual. Its contrasting purplish grey lips opened and pouted to him.
With a smile, he shoved into her just as the wetness drooled out. His wet cock did some of its own lubricating as it sunk into her. With a start, she opened her eyes. Marcos smiled at her
“Hey.” Kaarthen said clearing her throat squirming only slightly to get comfortable.
“Why, hello.” He replied thrusting into her gently.
The heavy weight of breasts pressed to his back surprised him.
Kaarthen’s doppelganger Mara moved over. Unlike the others, this version wasn’t her twin at all.
Without the magic of the Priestess ensuring an Amazon like appearance, Mara looked like a Drow, which wasn’t a surprise. Kaarthen’s almost transparently pale skin did little to hid the dark flesh underneath. In the absence of sufficient light, her pale skin failed to reflect and Kaarthen looked like a drow anyway sometimes.
Mara stood identical to Kaarthen in form, with the same incredible curves of muscles, Half elfish ears, and wide hips, but her breasts sat slightly lower and flatter without milk and her skin was completely black. Her eyes told the truth and were the pale blue of Mara’s real body. Her hair was also different, though similarly white, it fell freely since Mara hadn’t braided it as Kaarthen had started doing recently.
“Sexy.” Marcos noted and turned back to Kaarthen.
Marcos shoved into Kaarthen harder while looking back and forth between the two ladies. His hands tested Mara’s parts. He found her asshole was wet from his last spending.
Kaarthen pulled herself up and offered him a teat while pulling him in and wrapping her legs around him tighter. Mara drank from the other breast and pressed into Marcos from behind to help her along.
They clung together tightly rocking and squirming together like an odd three headed beast. The room creaked around them and the smell of brandy was everywhere. After several minutes, a grunt from Marcos in the middle of the tangle signified his release as he shot deeply in to Kaarthen.
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Kaarthen, Mara, and Ein discovered their own popularity with the ranks of nobles. Her name was Gerris Blacksail. Kaarthen was invited numerous times to her audience but never replied. Marcos told her to have a few drinks with her and just see what happened and tell him what they ended up discussing. He also got hard and smiled stupidly at the woman’s name, which put Kaarthen on alert.
Finally, the svelte blonde Noblewoman dropped pretenses and ‘found’ her way into their apartments. Ein and Mara were playing a game of Queen’s crux alone when she came in.
Posing her full figured frame against the door, she knocked after entering, and looked about questioningly. “Excuse me. Where is your Mistress this afternoon?” She asked watching their game intrigued.
Ein replied without looking up. “Our Mistress is inspecting a room beneath the stables. She is gong to recover the Dark Mother statues for the city.”
The noble woman eased over and sat across from them at a sofa. “Yes, we all love the Dark Mother. Perhaps you girls are bored of that game though. Oh? Is this brandy from Dar Delis it is my favorite. Don’t you girls like it too?” She said eyeing the brandy on the end table. “Come over here and let’s drink and wait for your mistress.” She patted the seats on either side of her.
In short, order the practiced Noblewoman had the two very drunk. Hungrily, she got them both onto her lap as she ran her hands under their body socks. Mara had helpfully cast off her robe and leathers as she got hot and lay back against her topless.
“Oh you sweet girls have big girl bodies mmmm.” She rubbed her face into the bountiful breasts.
“Yes, lick us here.” Mara said rolling back and opening her legs.
“MMmm yes my favorite.” She got over her and pulled off Mara’s pants.
Behind her Ein struggled out of her clothes. Drunkenly, she draped herself over the noblewoman’s back as she licked and slurped Mara.
The noblewoman groaned feeling the girl’s hands caressing all around her. Ein’s fingers and hands caressed her loins and bosom with the shared mind of Mara’s extensive knowledge and experience.
“You girls are so sweet.” The noble woman groaned under the carnal massage.
“Yes… cum for us…” Mara and Ein said in soft unison.
“Uuhh You girls… You girls are good…” The noble woman’s tongue slowed as her mind swelled in the warmth and pleasure.
“We know what you want…” They replied.
“Ya… You sure… You YOU Aaahhh… Ah ah ah aaaa.” The noble woman struggled into a climax and surrendered to it.
Together they push/pulled her up onto her knees between them. “Now let us lick you.”
Ein pulled away her dress exposing her curvy painted body. The noblewoman’s broad hips, shoulders, and thighs were decorated in pirate references. Women stood in the rigging staring out at the horizon across her ribs, or stood over her belly button in conquest, Mermaids poked out furtively from between her thighs, across her back defeated wretched looking men bemoaned their fate under the whips of Wave Mistresses.
“Aaahhh?” She muttered feeling Ein’s small hands reach around and caress her breasts as she leaned back into her.
Mara got in between her thighs and licked diligently sucking onto the flowing softness. She nibbled and sucked on the woman’s bud pulling it out from its hood into the maelstrom of her mouth.
“Oh wow!” The noblewoman moaned trying to lift herself of Mara’s mouth. Her sensitive parts were in the pleasure too intensely.
They noticed her pain and paused. “We’ll try this…” They said cryptically.
The noblewoman felt Ein pull her onto her back over her to lay flat on the couch. From behind she nuzzled and sucked her neck as her small hands rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Mara stayed between her legs and gave her a look of smug mastery that scared her.
“What are you…?” She asked feeling something push into her. Mara shushed her as she moved in tighter. Her cock was starting out at only an average size of five inches since the tight noblewoman was a pure Sapphic lesbian who abhorred penetration.
Ordinarily Gerris would be repulsed but the corner of her mind that wanted dominance and refused to be taken was too satiated, too buzzed by the warmth. Her thoughts of disgusted abhorrence to penetration were muffled and confused by the seductive pair.
The musk of the aroused women kept the noblewoman’s dizzy mind sensitive and receptive to them. Ordinarily her kink pushed her to penetrate others, and only to help them climax, unless some kind of punishment or domination was necessary. The feel of their long hair, the knowledgeable soft mouth and its smooth cheeks, the soft feminine skin under her hands, being under the weight of soft breasts, and feeling the hot cock slide into her. In the back of her mind, the feelings and sensations rang with something instinctive.
“Drink of us…” They softly urged.
Ein shifted and sat across her face and held herself over the supine blonde waiting for her tongue. The noblewoman’s Sapphic urges were placated drinking in the Ein’s carnal slurry. Under her, Mara pushed in deeper and stretched her body in new ways. Womanly thrills tingled her loins as her body reacted instinctively.
She felt the pleasure growing and exploded. Ein’s pussy gushed over her almost sympathetically as she screamed into it. Inside her, Mara’s phallus anchored deep and a spurt, then a stream of heat spewed into her.
“Take from us…” They groaned pressing themselves to her.
For the first, time her body felt the impulse to open itself and accept the offering of its mate. She also felt the immediate urge to curl into herself and sleep. The warmth she had received was at the top of her mind as she slumbered peacefully.
Under the earth outside the palace, Kaarthen giggled quietly as she and Rinis polished the statues with Sister Dellin. Mara reacted instinctively when she wielded that cock of hers. She would allow Mara to keep her cock and have it retract in the form of her clitoris like her Sisters. Kaarthen felt her pleasure in her gentle subjugation and domination of the woman. As a six hundred year old former vampire sex slave she knew what to do to make the fully Sapphic lesbian whimper need fully for her cock. The new experience had lit a fire in the sex slave. She would have to be careful or Mara would become like Marcos, and fuck first and ask names later.
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Over the next few days, reports were made and sent off. Marcos purged a majority of the staff at the ambassador’s residence. The women Kaarthen rescued were sex slaves bought from various pirates and slavers. Seventeen women were found in the room. Few of the women could leave. Only three women knew where they were and where they were from. Kaarthen arranged for escort and got them out safely. Most of the other women were too messed up to function on their own immediately.
They were all very quiet and never spoke. They were all very skinny and pale. Most had dark hair and haunted expressions. Some covered their eyes in their hair and shut out the world. Kaarthen worried most because they seemed to have no problem reverting to sex and submitted at the drop of a hat. They fidgeted around men and lingered in their company. Marcos seemed to think nothing was wrong with the squirmy submissive women. If anything, he encourage the little ‘cum hoarders’ to eat.
Various problems developed dealing with the women and helping them heal. Kaarthen had to refer to Mara to understand. The women were very deferential to men as a result of their long captivity. They quietly submitted and offered themselves if a man even looked at them with desire. Mara explained a vast shift in priorities from their ordeal that led the women to associate sex, cocks, and cum with security, warmth, and food.
As a result, the women had to be cared for and directed by a firm hand that would protect them from the unwitting, or outright manipulative people in the palace. Marcos was more than accepting of the idea of bringing them to Mavvus. He knew a house that could take them, give them a job, and keep them protected.
Kaarthen knew he would send them to a brothel where they could be as free as they wanted. She also knew he was going to use them for more of his plots once there. Nevertheless, she was glad that his women would be able to protect them in Mavvus at the very least. One redeeming quality about Marcos is his approach to security. Despite being a complete and unapologetic misogynist, the exotic women he bred were trained and educated to be some of the smartest and deadliest creatures to walk under the sun.
Kaarthen was happy using a ship to get back to Menthino. She understood traveling with the large group would be too difficult. Every stop would become a nightmare of head counts, and sleepless nights wondering if one of the more active women had snuck out to feed an urge.
After another week, Marcos and his group finally left. Arrangements for Partez Rocert were made through the Senate in a series of unanimous votes orchestrated by the newly empowered Queen. The Senate and the Queen needed a political target and scapegoat and he was it. After the death count from ‘the guild house purge’ and the ‘palace massacre’ various heads of noble families and several nobles of high standing were missing. In order for Sellis to keep the satellite cities placated, his punishments had to be known in every corner of the realm, and leave know doubt of where all the troubles came from.
Reports came in on his movements as he made his way to the city. He fully expected to have the nobles in his hand, the guild at his back, and the Queen entangled in an awkward position. He was going to enter the city as the prodigal son of a failed embarrassment. Marcos laughed at the surprise he would get. The Queen had already picked the horse to drag him.

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The Breeder 2

”Welcome to our little ‘House of Enjoyment’, Peter. Did my pet treat you well?”
I just stared at her, unable to form coherent words. This young woman was obviously in charge of this scary place. ‘House of Enjoyment’! Enjoyment for whom?
“I take that as a ‘yes’.” She smiled pleasantly. “Do you like the change?” A quick gesture towards my scrotum told me what she referred to.
Not completely sure what to think of the transformation, mostly because I hadn’t had time to think too much about it, I shrugged and tried to look indifferent.
She laughed. The other girls quickly followed. “Peter, Peter,” she said. “You are not in a situation where you can play indifferent. You’re naked, tied up and at my mercy. And, technically, you’ve just been raped. By an alien.”
The young woman let the fact sink in. I had just been raped. Every guy’s dream, they say. Well, by a woman, that is. Guys certainly don’t dream of being raped by a man. But this octopus was definitely not male. So I had been raped by a female. When I thought back on what had happened I could agree that it hadn’t been so bad.
“And we’re not done with you, by far,” the leader continued, a huge, ugly grin on her face. It scared the hell out of me. I suppressed a shiver. “Maybe it won’t be too bad for you. We’ll see. The last one we brought in begged us to stop after just a short while. Perhaps five hours or so. That made it so much more fun and exciting for us.” She smiled as her gaze drifted, remembering.
This time I was unable to suppress the shiver. As I shivered I realized my penis was still hard as a rock, pointing straight towards the beautiful girls. I had never been so embarrassed in my whole life. Tied up, naked, and balls bigger than you can imagine. And all these beautiful, naked girls were staring at me, mostly my erected cock, that is. I felt my face getting hot as I started to feel self-conscious.
The young woman came back to reality shortly after, still a smile on her face. She met my gaze, but she didn’t hold it for long. Her gaze dropped down to my thick penis, and she licked her lips. I turned my head to the left staring at nothing, trying to hold back the tears.
I jerked back in surprise as a hand grabbed my chin, forcing my head to face the girls. “I could say you don’t have to worry, but that would be a lie, and I hate liars.” She had a false smile on her face. “And we don’t want you to relax, ‘cause when you’re tense you’ll cum much, much faster.” A predatory grin replaced her false smile.
As if she’d just remembered to introduce herself, she said: “You can call me Jane. And this,” she pointed a small finger towards the brunette, “is Kayla.” Kayla gave me an enthusiastic smile and a little wave. Jane moved her finger to the tiny red haired girl next to Kayla. “Claire.” Last, the blondes. “Natalie, and Rebecca. We know your name is Peter, so you don’t need to introduce yourself. Claire here,” she pointed again at the redhead, “took herself the liberty to search your wallet.” I tried to glare at the redhead, but failed; she had such a cute smile on her face.
“So, who wants to start?” Claire the redhead had stepped forward before the leader had finished her question. “Okay, Claire. He’s all yours.” Jane stepped aside to let little Claire forward, towards me. Claire laid her little hand on my stomach as she walked around me. I tried to hold my gaze at the floor. When she was behind me she withdrew her hand and walked away. I turned my head to see what she was doing.
Claire pushed a button on a console, and the steel beam my hands were tied to were lowered a little. At the same time my legs were spread even wider. A push on another button halted the process. Some of my weight was now supported by my huge scrotum as I partly sat on it, and the balls made my cock point skywards. The redhead came back, standing in front of me and studying my penis. Jane went over to her with a glass jar. Claire grabbed the jar, a huge smile on her face. She opened it and stuck her hand in it. Her hand came up sticky and shining.
Claire laid her sticky hand on the head of my penis. A shiver ran down my spine. It was so cold. She started to move her hand around my shaft, making it slippery. I tried not to get more aroused than I already was. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, looking at the girls made me really horny. And I wanted them to fuck me.
When my whole shaft was covered Claire was given a towel to dry her hand. Then she placed herself right in front of me, her small breasts touching my bare chest. With her pussy right on top of my cock, I was a little lower than every one of them now after the redhead lowered me, she laid her arms over my shoulders. Claire looked into my eyes and smiled before she lowered her pussy down on my penis’ head.
The redhead’s hole was so small I didn’t think my cock would fit into it. But the girl was of another opinion. She breathed heavily as she forced her pussy to cover the head, before it stopped. My cock refused to enter any further.
Claire rocked back and forth and sideways to help my cock. Her pussy squeezed my cock so hard it was almost painful. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out as she lifted her legs up from the floor, making her weight press her down. Her sudden scream made my ears ring, and I almost came. When Claire had no more air in her lungs she gulped in a few breaths, driving her nails into my back.
Her legs now surrounded my torso and she laid her head against my chest and held very still. I felt kind of sorry for her. If I hadn’t been tied up I may have put my arms around her. But I was the victim here. I shouldn’t be the one to comfort them.
After a moment’s pause Claire seemed to find her determination again. She started to wriggle again. Just a few seconds later she stopped again, took a deep breath, and continued working. I think perhaps she had gotten my cock two inches up her tight hole. An incredible feat if you ask me.
Claire stopped again to lay her arms over my shoulders and lifted herself up an inch or so. Then she sank back down. Her moaning was like music in my ears. When she didn’t get lower, she lifted herself up again before going down faster than the last time. I could feel she managed to swallow more of my penis this time and her breath caught in her throat. Again she clung to my chest.
When she started to move again she didn’t stop when she came back down but went all the way up at once. Then down hard. And up again. She panted heavily and her pussy stretched wider and wider, caressing the top of my shaft.
In the end it sent me over the edge. My sperm shot up into Claire’s tender area so hard she screamed in surprise, or pain. I don’t know which. But I think she came too. She became limp and fell against my chest. Kayla hurried forward and steadied the little girl. All the while I continued to cum inside her.
When Claire came to herself again she gave me a smile and got off my penis, which was, to my surprise, still pretty hard. The other girls looked like this was as expected. Claire gave me a small kiss on the cheek and went back with Kayla to stand beside the two blondes. She was handed a towel and started to clean up the sperm running down her legs.
“Thank you, Claire. That was an excellent performance.” The girl who was the leader walked to stand before me, blocking my view of the girls. This time I took the opportunity to study her. She had frightened me so much when the girls had entered the room that I had not thought to do so. Now I discovered she was perhaps the prettiest one. And her body was so delicate it looked otherworldly. I could not help but wonder how this young woman would take pleasure of me.
Jane walked behind me, and a few seconds later I was lifted a little higher again. My cock now pointed straight ahead of me. With a quick step Kayla moved towards an empty table which must have entered the room while I was busy with Claire, because it definitely hadn’t been there before. Actually I wouldn’t call it a table after a closer look. It had a soft surface and was narrow. Kayla lifted one of her legs over it and lay down on her stomach, a pair of fine legs almost touching the floor. The two blondes, Natalie and Rebecca, soon tied her securely. Kayla tried to wriggle free, but couldn’t move an inch. She gave the two girls smile and a nod. She was ready.
The table, I could not come up with a more suitable name, started towards me. I had a fantastic view of Kayla’s rear end, and my anticipation grew. Just inches from me the table came to a halt, and suddenly Jane grabbed my erect cock from behind me and positioned it to hit the target. Then the table was jerked towards me and my penis burst into Kayla’s gaping ass. Her piercing scream did not surprise me, but it still hurt a little. Jane let go of me and the table shot backwards, pausing just a second when my cock almost slipped out before plunging forward again. My guess was that Jane had control of the table’s motions.
It was quite brutal in my opinion. Kayla’s screams were bouncing off the walls, filling the entire room. And my head. Still, I enjoyed the sensation this hole gave me, and as Kayla’s anus started to get used to the penetration she began to moan. Which was always nice. Moaning had always been a huge part of the experience for me. I absolutely loved making girls feel good.
This time I wasn’t the first one to cum. Kayla started to shake violently on the table, but Jane kept it moving back and forth the whole time giving me an orgasm as well. I don’t know how long I shot my semen up her ass, but it felt like a surprisingly long time. With Claire I hadn’t cum nearly as much. Usually it was the other way around. It probably had something to do with whatever that squid did to me.
Jane moved the table away from me just far enough for my cock to fall out of Kayla’s ass. Her own juices ran down from her pussy while my semen flowed freely from her anus, mixing it together. Kayla still breathed hard when she was cut loose and her legs struggled to keep her upright when she tried to stand. Claire quickly laid an arm around her shoulders to steady the still shaking girl. I looked down at myself and discovered my scrotum had shrunk a small fraction. It wasn’t very much, but it was enough to tell me that it could probably become even smaller. It lifted my sprit somewhat.

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The Auction

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I fell into a slump, but I’m back with a brand new story. All characters involved in sex are 18 or older. This story contains feminization, slavery, anal sex, transgender, sissy, blow job, cum swallowing and vampires. You have been warned.