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The Neighborhood

I stood by the window as I rubbed my ass hole and jacked off. I wasn’t fingering my ass, but just rubbing it. I had never felt this dirty, this horny or hungry for sex. I always thought of myself as a top but in that moment I just didn’t care… I was craving any type of gay sex, any. I was praying for anything, or should I say: anyone. I had the sudden urge to spit and I did so right on my penis. It almost felt like someone else was jacking me off which intensified my desires. I was so wrapped up in my game and my thoughts of different hot and cute boys feeding me their dicks and reciprocating that I didn’t notice my class mate and neighbor from behind playing with a friend outside. I had thought to close all the blinds but this window didn’t have any. I finally spotted the two boys and started thinking. They weren’t the hottest guys and hung out with the group who I considered to be rejects but not geeks, like “cool” and “loosers” in their own way. I had never thought about them in a sexual way. In fact, I didn’t find them very attractive, but my hormones kicked in and my lust and hornyness made me see them in a whole new light. I eyeballed them down as I continued my fun, oblivious to the fact that they would see me if they only just turned my way. They were throwing the football. 
My neighbor, the tall one, had black hair flipped up in front droupy eyes and an above average sized mouth. He was tall and lean. He wore a polo shirt and blue jeans which he wore above his ass. He looked pretty hot at that moment. 
His friend was a bit smaller. He was also a bit chubbier. He had black buzzed cut hair and a rounder face than my neighbor. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans like his friend, only he wore them a bit lower than him. 
I stood there at the window fantisizing about them with my dick in my right hand and my left hand around back rubbing between my ass cheeks. All of a sudden, the larger one, Philippe his name was, dropped the ball in my direction. My heart skipped a beat as he looked towards the house. He picked it up and threw it back to my neighbor, Alex. After a few more throws, Philippe approached Alex. It looked like he was giving route information to him so I didn’t think twice. They resumed passing the ball only they shifted a bit and Alex was facing my house. I decided that was too risky and, after a few seconds, moved out of the way. I sat on my couch and resumed my rubbing, pulling both knees up to my chest. A few seconds later, I heard someone knock at my patio door. I quickly pulled up my pyjama pants and underwear and went to the window. I peaked out to see who it was. It was Alex and Philippe. I took a few seconds to catch my breath and wipe some sweat off and decided to play it cool. I openned the door and looked at them puzzled. 
“Hey, were you just jacking off to us?” Alex asked bluntly. 
Damn they had seen me. I decided I would just deny it. 
“What?! What the fuck kind of a question was that?” I half yelled. 
They both looked at me with a small smirk, not believing me. 
“We saw you, in the window. So, you’re gay?” Philippe spoke up. 
Fuck, they really know. Wait a second, who asks that question that calmly after witnessing what they saw, I wondered. 
“No.” I denied again. 
“So you were starring at us as you masturbated cause you thought we were girls?” Alex asked sarcasticly. 
My mind raced for a response. I would have to kill some time before I can get a good response. 
“No” I said. 
“So what?” Alex asked. 
Quick, Jason. Think of something. 
“I’m… Ugh… Bisexual, ya… Bisexual.” I said thinking it sounded better than gay. “Bi curious I’d say actually.” I continued. 
“Oh…” 
“Wait” I cut him off. “You’re not gonna tell anyone are you?” I asked with a pleading expression. 
The two teens looked at each other frouned and turned back towards me. 
“That depends.” Alex started. 
“Ya it depends, on what you’re willing to do.” Philippe finished for him. 
My heart climbed into my throat. I was right, they wanted me. I didn’t really find them attractive, but I was still in the faze where I would have sex with anything that moved and I was ready to lose my virginity, no matter who took it. 
I started untying my pyjama bottoms when Alex interrupted me. 
“Wait before you do that let’s set up some ground rules… and let’s go inside where it’s more private.” 
I stepped aside and let them in. I closed the door, locked it and lowered the blinds. 
“Ok. We won’t tell anyone that you’re gay or whatever if you have sex with us and do whatever we tell you. If you have any objections or things you’d like to try, feel free to run them by us and we’ll make the final decision. Aggreed?” Alex said in the privacy of my kitchen. 
I answered with a simple nod of my head. 
“Good now, let’s get on with it.” Alex said. 
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I felt his half erect dick trapped in his pants. He unbuckled his belt before my eyes and threw it on the ground. He undid his jeans and pulled them down a bit, just enough for his member to be free. He was wearing gray boxer briefs under his tight blue jeans. He pulled those down a bit untill his cock was really free. It popped out and bounced around in front of my eyes and caused my dick to spring back up. It was a pretty good size, about 6″, and was uncircumsized. He cleared his throat and, when I looked at him, he made a slight gesture with his head for me to go on. I tentitively grabbed the dick and jacked it up and down a couple times. Alex let out a sigh as though he’d been waiting a long time for this. I bent down, staying on my two feet, and kissed the tip of his penis. It was salty and I kinda liked it. I pulled the skin back, examining it, and than let go before placing the now fully erect member between my lips. I knew I wasn’t good at sucking dicks because I wasn’t able to take a lot of them before I started gagging. I had tried with different objects like bananas but could only get 3″ at max. I still very much enjoyed the taste and feeling when it was only 3″ but when I started trying to put more, I didn’t like it as much. I sucked, sticking to my 3″, as Philippe went behind me and started groping my ass. To my surprise, it actually felt good. He started spanking me on each cheek, which stinged a bit but wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, at the moment. I let out little moans, half from pain half to give him the satisfaction and pleasure. I started exploring Alex’s balls and crotch with my hands. He had a bit of hair around the base of the shaft but the rest was pretty smoothe. I cupped his balls and squeezed as he moaned slightly, obviously enjoying his first blowjob. He put his hand on my forehead and gave a slight push hinting me to get off. I released the throbbing penis and stood back up inturrupting the groping of Philippe’s hands. 
He hinted at my pyjama bottoms and I understood what he wanted right away. Philippe came back around to my front to see the view. I slowly finished untying my bottoms and than grabbed the waist band on each side of me. I slowly pulled down, revealing my white briefs, and let them fall in a pile around my ankles. They both stood there starring at the bulge in my underwear for a few seconds. I noticed that Alex’s dick was still very much erect and was throbbing more than ever. Alex approached me and wrapped his arms around me. He hugged me in close. I felt his dick rub up against mine as one of his hands made its way down my back and rested on my ass. We looked into eachother’s eyes for a moment and than he leaned in. His lips came in contact with mine and I felt his tongue burst thru mine. He started grinding up against me as we kissed, rubbing his dick on my brief covered crotch. I quickly was overcome by the sensuality of the act. I wrapped my own arms around him and hugged fiercely. I than manouvered one hand to his crotch and squeezed it between our two bodies. I placed my hand between his dick and his own body as he pumped up and down. My other hand ventured to his ass, where it grabbed a handfull of jeans before slipping into his underwear to get some of the real thing. I felt one of his hands slide up my pyjama top and grab a hold of my nipples. We made out for about a minute before I noticed that we had left Philippe standing there. I broke off the kiss and moved, as smoothly as I could with pyjamas around my ankles, towards Philippe. I quickly hugged him and kissed him. I grabbed his hand and slid it down my underwear behind me as we made out. I started grinding against his jeans covered crotch missing the sensation I felt with Alex. I broke up the kiss again and regained my position with Alex. I felt Philippe come up behind me. He pulled his pants and underwear down just enough for his own prick to pop out and than hugged me from behind. I had two boys wrapped around me, I was in heaven (even if they weren’t the hottest). Alex kissed me and restarted humping my crotch, as Philippe kissed my neck and stretched his arms around to Alex’s ass. Philippe’s hands slipped into Alex’s underwear and he started groping his friend’s ass. I than felt him rub his dick up my ass crack and he started humping my brief covered ass. I loved what was happening but I didn’t know where to put my hands. I wrapped them around Alex’s neck as we continued making out. We lasted about two minutes like that before deciding to change positions. 
“Want to go to the living room?” I asked. 
“Sure. Which way?” Alex asked. 
I pointed to the left of the glass door. I kept my arms wrapped around his neck and jumped up placing my legs around his waist. Alex picked me up and we walked to the living room. 
My living room had a 3 person couch with a cushioned foot stool in front and a flat screen tv facing the couch. My living room was a long rectangle. To access it from the kitchen you had to pass thru what used to be a dinning room but is now just a love seat. There were no walls separating the kitchen from the dining room, from the living room nor the front entrance. All these rooms connected in a circle around the staircase leading up and down. Up was in between the entrance and living room and to go down the stairs were in the kitchen. 
Alex set me down in front of the couch. He kissed me again. Alex and Philippe were now both standing in front of me. They both started removing my long sleeved pajama top. They slowly lifted it up, revealing my decently defined two pack muscles, than revealing my slightly muscular chest and than they finally pulled it over my head. I finally stepped out of my pajama bottoms which had been wrapped around my ankles ever since they were lowered. My pajama bottom and top formed a messy pile at my feet as I stood there in front of starring eyes in only my tighty whities. Philippe sat down in the middle of the couch, his penis, which was a tad smaller than Alex’s and a tad bigger than mine, standing straight up. It was his turn to receive head. I pushed the foot rest close to the couch and got on top of it. I got on all fours with my elbows rested on either side of Philippe’s thighs and my legs on the stool. I felt Alex get behind me and take his turn groping me. I tugged at Philippe’s jeans to get them a bit lower to have better access to his dick. I skipped the kissing part and went straight to sucking his throbbing penis. His dick tasted different than Alex’s, it was saltier. Maybe it was just some sweat from the humping. In any case, I liked it. Philippe was in a state of pure pleasure. He was slouched back in the couch with his arms resting at his side looking up at the ceiling. His breathing was heavy and his dick was constantly throbbing. Once in a while he’d look down to watch me give him a blowjob, but other than that he was panting and moaning to the ceiling. Alex was kissing my ass thru my undies and every so often he would take a gentle bite and cause me to whimper. He than stood up and after a few seconds of nothing, while I wondered what he was doing, he brought his hand down hard against my butt cheek. He spanked me over and over again, causing me to moan loudly thru the dick in my mouth. Every couple of spanks he would stop and grope me some more before resuming his spanking. I felt him get up again and heared him go off into the kitchen. He came back a few seconds later and regained his position. I heared the whip of his belt slapping my ass and the hard dick fell out of my mouth as I yelled out. He whipped my ass again and I yelled out again. Philippe grabbed my head and pushed my face into his crotch to muffle my cries. The belt hurt but in a strange way it was also arrousing. The feeling of giving myself up to another guy turned me on. He whipped me a good ten times before dropping the belt on the ground. I felt his hands grab my waist band and he slowly pulled my undies down to see what he had caused. I felt my briefs go down to below my ass and I felt Alex’s hands fall on my hips. He gently kissed my red butt cheeks and than took one big lick from bottom to top. All three of us were having the time of our life. Philippe was getting his dick sucked by one of the cute “cool” kids of his school, Jason was sucking dick while someone licked and kissed his ass and Alex was licking a cute boy’s amazing bubble butt. I could tell that Philippe was enjoying it from his quickened breath, his moans and his throbbing dick. I could also tell that Alex was having fun. Hell, I could almost feel his heart beat on the tip of his tongue. Alex started spanking my bare ass again and I started sucking harder and faster. Philippe could barely take anymore as it was. Philippe quickly pulled his dick from my mouth and said that he was gonna cum. He stood up and I got off the stool and got on my knees ready to receive my first cum shot. I closed my eyes as Philippe began stroking his own dick. It only took one stroke, two tops for him to blast the biggest load I’d ever witnessed at my face. It came out stream after stream of warm gooey cum hitting me square in the face. One stream even got in my hair. Alex Got on his own knees and was hugging me from behind, gently humping my back. I opened my eyes when it was done. Philippe was looking at me with a look of pure happiness in his eyes. I swiped my fingers accross my face and picked up a finger of sperm. I had always been curious about sperm. I sucked my finger in and got my first taste of jizz. It wasn’t half bad. A bit salty and definitely gooey. I didn’t love it but I didn’t hate it. I wouldn’t have minded getting the load in my mouth. But the look of satisfaction on Philippe’s face at the sight of me sucking the cum made me want more. I grabbed a hold of his dick and stroked it over my mouth. A few dropps fell into my mouth. I swallowed and spotted more on his dick. I licked the tip of it and than took the head in. I licked all over the head getting all the cum before I sucked his dick some more for a bit. 
“You want to try my ass?” Philippe asked. 
I noded and let his increasingly flaccid penis fall from between my lips. He pulled his pants down the rest of the way keeping only his boxer briefs on. He tucked his penis back in. He turned around and got back on the couch leaning on the back, sticking his ass out at me. I got back on the stool and Alex regained his position behind me. I started groping his chubby bubble butt as Alex finally brought his tongue to my ass hole. 
“Can I spank you Phill?” I asked. 
“No. And how about for the rest of the night you call us master.” Philippe said. 
“Oouuuhhh! I like that!” Alex said putting a pause in his rimming. 
“Yes master.” I said figuring if I as going to yield sexually to these two teens I was going to yield completely. 
I started groping him, grabbing handful after handful of his nice ass. I pulled his underwear down and feasted upon the sight of my first naked ass. It was beautiful. A bit chubbier than mine but smoothe and sexy. I kissed each cheek before running my tung down from the top of his ass crack to his ass hole. I kissed his ass hole and than licked it. I went gently, little lick by little lick. Finally I felt Philippe reach behind him and grab the back of my head. He pushed my face hard onto his ass hole. I started poking my tongue at his hole as he moaned. We made a good chain of rimming. I felt Alex cease his licking. He got up on his knees and I felt his dick in my crack. He started pumping up and down my ass crack, his dick rubbing against my hole. He increased his speed and I was shaking so much, I couldn’t keep my tongue on Philippe’s ass hole. It felt so good having his penis rub against my hole. I was in ecstasy. It felt so good I wondered how good it would feel to have the penis go into the hole. 
Alex stopped and got up.
“Turn around. I’m gonna cum now.” Alex said. 
“Yes master” I replied. 
I turned and got on my knees again. I couldn’t wait for some more sperm. I closed my eyes, but this time I opened my mouth wide hoping to get some in my mouth. I still had some left on my face from Phill but I wanted to get some fresh sperm in my mouth. Alex stroked a few times and some more hot sperm squirted onto my face. Some of it landed in my mouth but most of it landed on the rest of my face. I swallowed what landed in my mouth before swiping the rest off of my face. I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked it moving it around in my mouth, licking the tip where the sperm came from. I sucked until his penis was soft and flaccid and even there I sucked it for a bit. I liked his flaccid penis in my mouth. It all fit in my mouth and felt so soft. I also loved how it tickled the back of my mouth. I could’ve sucked on it all night, but after a short while, Alex took it out. I got up and kissed him. 
Alex realized that I was completely naked now. I had let my undies slip off and my thin body was completely nude. He starred at me, thanking god or whoever made this happen. Realizing he was behind on us, he pulled down his pants and underwear. He than decided to get ahead of Philippe, who was jacking off to the sight before him. He pulled off his polo revealing his thin and decently muscular body. I placed my hands on his waist and started sucking on his nipples. He threw his head back and began moaning as I roughly sucked and even nibbled on his nipples. We met in an other embrace. We kissed and hugged. My hands both went down to his small, tight ass and squeezed each cheek. I groped his ass for a bit and than I took it a step further. I slid my finger up and down his ass crack gently tickling it before stopping at the hole. I pressed my finger against it and started wiggling it. It went in maybe a centimeter, but that was as far as it would go without any form of lube or spit. I kept rubbing and wiggling it there as we kissed. Alex raised his hand and put his middle finger between our mouths. We both kissed and sucked on the finger. He spat a few times on it before bringing it down to my ass hole. He rubbed the hole getting it wet and than spat a few times on the finger again. He pressed his finger up to my ass hole and started gently pushing it in. It was the first time that anyone had stuck anything up my ass. It burned at first and, as he moved it in and out, it burned even more. It kind of felt like I really needed to take a shit. He stuck it in and out a few times than brought it back up. We kissed and sucked on his finger some more, which tasted a bit like shit from being in my pooper. He stuck it back in my ass and started fingering me again. We finally broke off the making out thinking we should involve Philippe.
I walked over to Phill and pulled him up from the couch. I kissed him and than pulled his shirt off. Philippe was a bit chubbier than Alex and I, but I didn’t care. Hell if I cared that wouldn’t of happened at all. As long as he had a penis and an ass I was good. I started sucking on his slight man-boobs, which was actually pretty cool. I pulled his underwear off the rest of the way and we were all completely naked. Philippe pushed me back onto the sofa and told me to lift my legs. 
“Yes master.” I said doing as I was told. 
I lifted my knees up to my chest as he got down on his knees. I felt his tongue run across my ass hole and I got goose bumps. He did it again a couple of times before full on making out with my ass hole. Alex jumped up onto the couch and turned his back to me. He slowly lowered his ass onto my face crouching over me. 
“Lick it!” He ordered. 
“Yes master.” I tried to say thru his ass. I started licking his hole. Actually it was more like french kissing his hole cause I didn’t have room to stick out my tongue. Philippe started spitting on my hole and all around it, making me feel dirty and aroused. He started fingering me with his short and fat finger. I felt that burning sensation that made me moan again. He stopped all of a sudden, leaving me in disappointment. 
“Do you have any sex toys?” Phill asked getting up. 
“No. But I might have some stuff that you could use instead downstairs in the basement master.” I answered lifting Alex’s ass up temporarily. 
Philippe went down to the basement. Alex let himself fall on my chest. He sat on my chest and I noticed he was hard again. As if we had shared thoughts, he pushed his dick to my lips. I welcomed the dick in and started sucking. However, this time, Alex took control and didn’t let me do my thing. He started thrusting his junk into my mouth. I gagged and choked on his dick as he thrusted with his hips. I didn’t like the gagging, but I decided to soldier thru it because it was certainly making Alex happy. He thrusted as deep and as fast as he could, pulling my hair with his hands. The pain wasn’t so good but the sense of total submission was great. I was just happy to be naked with two other boys. He stopped to let me catch my breath for a second than shoved it in and out, gave me a break of about three seconds and did it again a few times. I gagged and choked every time and I could sense I was red. He than shoved his dick as far as he could down my throat and held it there. I had it all except for an inch, which he almost got in the end. He released and pulled his dick out which was linked to my mouth thru streams of spit. He gave me about a minute and than started fucking my mouth again, slower this time. I enjoyed it more when it was slower, even if it was deeper than my 3″, but I felt like my max was growing, expanding. I felt like I could take 4″ instead of just 3″. 
Philippe came back upstairs, his hands full of toys, and saw Alex fucking my mouth. He was really turned on by the sight and the sound of my gags and slurps. 
Alex stood back up and I regained my position with my knees up. Phill kneeled down at my ass with all his toys. He had a few drum sticks, rope, duck tape, a toy that used to be a missile on one of those launchers (that really resembled a dildo or penis) and hand cuffs (two sets to be exact). I sensed that it was gonna get kinky pretty fast and that actually excited me. As I said: If I’m gonna yield submit to someone sexually, I’m gonna completely yield and it will be a total submission. 
Philippe started with the drum sticks. He took one and started sucking on it. He passed it around and we all sucked and licked it. He spat on my hole again and than pushed the stick up against it. He pushed it in and I felt the burning sensation intensify. He pushed it deeper and deeper. I felt an amazing sensation in my body. I can’t explain it but it was good. He pushed it in and out and than up and down and to each side as I felt the sensation over and over. He took the stick out and handed it to Alex. Alex wasn’t feeding me his ass anymore as he wanted to observe the toys. Alex grabbed the stick and started fucking my mouth with it. He pushed it in and out of my mouth. It tasted like ass and shit which was strangely exciting. He handed it back to Philippe and he resumed fucking me. I started stroking my own dick which made them realize, all of a sudden, that they hadn’t tried blowing yet. 
They both got down on their knees between my legs. They both kissed my dick at the same time, one taking the head and the other the shaft. Philippe finally started sucking on the head. He started going deeper and deeper as Alex and I looked on. Alex started fingering Phill as he gave me head. The hot and moist mouth and tongue coming in contact with my dick felt so good. Philippe took a break and Alex took over. He grabbed my dick and started blowing me fast and furious style. They switched off a few times, going deeper and deeper, faster and faster until at the end they were both deep throating me. Alex continued as Philippe got up and sat on my chest. I knew from experience what was coming. He pushed his dick into my mouth and started thrusting deep into my throat. It was easier than when Alex did it, at first, but as he increased his speed it increased the difficulty again. He fucked my mouth as Alex deep throated me. It was amazing. I let Philippe’s dick out of my mouth as I realized I was gonna cum. He quickly got beside Alex on the ground. I stood up and started stroking my cock. I aimed between the two of them as the first squirt hit the sides of their faces. I than moved my dick around getting a bit on everyone. They started licking the jizz off each other, but they didn’t seem to like it too much. 
I fell back on the couch regaining my breath. The two boys licked my dick simultaneously for the remains. They both looked at each other. It was time to get kinky. 
Alex grabbed me and pushed me onto my front. They grabbed my hands, placed them behind my back and cuffed me. They grabbed the duck tape and taped my mouth shut. They pulled me off the couch and kneeled me over it. Alex groped my ass again and started spanking me again. They both grabbed a cheek and spanked it over and over. After about 20 spanks each, I heard the belt buckle again. They whipped my ass a few times and than stopped. They pulled me up and started walking me to the stairs like they would a criminal. We went up the stairs and into my room. They pushed me onto the bed and jumped on after me. They uncuffed me and than cuffed me again above my head. I was laying flat on my belly with my hands cuffed above my head. They took the rope and tied my cuffs to my bed frame. They tied each leg to an opposite end of the bed frame too. They ripped off the tape on my mouth and started spanking me again. They stopped after a few spanks and started spitting and fingering my ass hole again. They spat on their dicks and on my ass hole some more. 
Alex got on top of my back and I felt his slippery dick in my crack. He grabbed it and pointed it toward my hole and pushed it in a tad. He laid back down and slowly pushed it all the way in. I felt an intense feeling of pain as he started going in and out. As he kept going the pain subsided a little and it started feeling more and more good. He fucked me harder and harder as we both moaned and breathed heavily. He arched his back up and started pounding me faster. They were counting on lasting long so they didn’t stay too long. Alex got off and it was Phill’s turn to lose his virginity. He pushed in faster and started at a more elevated pace. He fucked me for a good five minutes, kissing my neck, before he got off. They decided the rope was too constrictive. They untied me from the bed but kept my cuffs on in front. I got on all fours and felt Alex get behind me. He slipped into my ass and started fucking me doggy style. He spanked the sides of my ass as he fucked me. They switched again and Phill flipped me onto my back. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood by my ass. He held my legs in the air as he started pounding me, both of us moaning and starring at each other. He leaned over me and kissed me a few times thru out his turn. Alex pushed me back to the center of the bed. He lifted my ass in the air, stood over it and started fucking me. It was a cool position of submission where he clearly had all the power and control. He spat on my face treating me like a dirty whore, getting me more and more horny. With spit and left over sperm on my face, I begged for more. Phill, tired, laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I sat down on his dick and started grinding back and forth. I started bouncing up and down, using his chest as leverage. I bent down and we made out as I slowed the tempo down a little. Alex stood me up against the wall, separated my legs and started fucking me from behind. 
Finally the two went back to doggy style as Alex fucked my ass and Phill fead me his cock. They fucked me until they were both over the edge. They flipped me over on my back and both knelt pointing their throbbing members at my face. They both got close together and pushed their dick’s heads against each others. I opened my mouth and placed it right in front of the two dicks. They both started squirting out sperm almost at the same time. I got it all in my mouth, however there was too much. I swallowed what I could and the rest spilled out of my mouth and down my chin. I licked it up after until there was none left. 
“Do any of you wanna finish me off?” I asked. 
Alex nodded. 
“Go ahead… master.” I said. 
Alex climbed on top of me, spat on his finger several times and rubbed it on my dick and his ass hole. He descended on my dick slowly and than started rocking back and forth. He held himself up as I thrusted in and out. He moaned and yelled as he bounced up and down. 
“You wanna try Phill?” I asked in between breaths. 
He shook his head no. My breathing quickened and my thrusts became more random. I felt myself cum inside Alex’s ass. As soon as I came, the warm liquid caused Alex to stop. I, however, kept thrusting thru spasms emptying my load in his ass. I pulled out of his ass and offered Phill to suck it. He accepted. I stood up and he started sucking on the cum covered dick. This time I took control and started thrusting into his mouth. I kept going until, a few minutes later, I felt another orgasm. This one, however, was a dry one. I held my dick in the back of Phill’s throat thru-out the orgasm and than let to and collapsed back on the bed. 
We cleaned up and decided to take a shower all three of us. We entered the bathroom and started running the water. 
“Let’s cuff Jason again and wash his body for him.” Alex suggested. 
Phill agreed and so I was cuffed again. Just before we entered the shower, Alex was hard again so he offered me one last blowjob. I got on my knees, with my cuffed hands behind my back and started sucking his dick. Alex put his hands on my head and started helping me thru the motions. All of a sudden, he stopped and kept my head in place with his dick in my mouth. I felt a warm liquid enter my mouth. He has some left? I wondered. I than realized it wasn’t sperm but pee. I tried to remove my head but it was no use. I decided to give in again. I swallowed a bit of pee, but it tasted awful so I just let the rest fall out of my mouth and roll down my chin. He finished and let go of my head. It wasn’t that bad when you didn’t swallow it. We got into the shower where they washed me and than each other. We spent some time under the water cuddling, grinding and humping each other. 

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Oh Brother (Part 2 of 3)

(Caution: this hot story ends, as a continuation, at a pivotal moment 🙂 )
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A few days have passed since that incredible night under the stars. My brother Bryce has acted like nothing had happened. If I didn’t know any better, I would think the whole thing was a dream. But I knew different. Maybe pretending nothing occurred between us was his way of coming to terms with what really did occur.
My pussy was still sore from the incredible sexcapade in the hot-tub. Jim, my boyfriend, certainly was a fantastic lover, who really knows how to use his equipment, and also defines staying power very well. I always need at least a few days to recuperate from the major pounding I receive from his hefty cock. Even though days had passed, I still had the feeling, whether just in my mind, of two huge cum shooting cocks embedded in my mouth and the other deep up within my wet pussy. I certainly held the fabulous visuals in the front of my mind. The entire scenario of having two cocks buried in me at the same time has always been a fantasy. I never imagined it would really happen, but now that it has, I long for it again. Since that beautiful night, every time I think of it, I get so excited and wet. And believe me, I have thought about it non-stop.
I took a long bubble bath before going to bed and lying there with my eyes closed I replayed that entire night. I saw every fine detail; every inch, every throb, every drop of delicious cum. Soon I was thrusting two fingers knuckle deep into my quim and sucking on two fingers as if they were a throbbing dick. I could not believe how this incident has consumed me entirely. If I don’t act on it soon, I thought, I’d go totally crazy.
Climbing out of the tub, I dried off quickly and threw on my robe. I headed downstairs to get a glass of water, but as I walked past Bryce’ bedroom door, I heard a sound that made me stop suddenly. I quietly placed my ear closer to his door. No it was not the television as I first thought. Instead I heard Bryce saying my name repeatedly. “Yesss Brandi, oh yes…oh yea that’s it Brandi…fuck me sweet sis…” It was barely audible but loud enough to hear every word. I could also hear other sounds that grasped my curiosity. I reached out and turned the doorknob; unlocked, I excitedly learned. Slowly I turned the handle and the door quietly opened. I pushed it ajar about two to three inches. It took only a second for my eyes to adjust to the rooms surroundings.
Bryce lay on his back on his bed, totally naked. His eyes were closed tightly as opposed to mine, which were now open as wide as silver dollars. He had his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and he was masturbating slowly. I was mesmerized as his hand slid up and down the length of hard flesh. My eyes were glued to his magnificent hard-on. The swollen purple head glistened with leaking precum. Only did I look away, when his words filled the room. Again he was saying my name intermingled with sexual content. He was fantasizing that I was on top of him and he was fucking me. I instantly felt the tingling sensation between my legs as a watched him. Soon Bryce quickened his pace and started muttering the words “yesss here it comes sis, I’m going to fill your tiny puss full of cum”, he barely got the words out when his hand stopped, held his cock at the base tightly and then let go. His semen shot out forcefully. The first glob went up over his head towards the headboard; the second hit his shoulder. The next few throbs released cum onto his chest and belly. I could see the streams of spunk streak across his tanned chiseled abdomen. His face was twisted almost pain-like as he released his torrent of hot sticky cum. Cum that I, mentally, had caused. I smiled at the thought.
To prevent getting caught spying, I looked once more at my brothers gorgeous cock which was now deflating, and then silently closed the door. I went to bed feeling so naughty and fell asleep with the beautiful thoughts of what I just witnessed.
It was Friday night around 11:00pm when I came home angry. Jim and I had a great night out until we ended up in a stupid argument and I left his house in a huff. My phone was ringing off the hook as I got home, tossed my purse onto my bed and kicked my shoes off. I didn’t answer it however, knowing it was Jim wanting to apologize. I would let him sleep on his rudeness for a night. I quickly disrobed and put on just a T-shirt, as no one was home I didn’t bother leaving on any underwear. I went downstairs to the kitchen fixed a bowl of chips, poured a glass of milk, and then headed to the den to see what was on TV.
Mom and Dad were out at one of Dad’s corporate parties. Knowing they’d be drinking heavily they were to stay the night at the hotel where the event was being held. Bryce had gone out on the girl prowl with his best friend John and I couldn’t help but wonder what lucky girl my brothers’ fat cock was thrusting in to. “Some cheerleader probably”, I stated out loud with envy as I retrieved the remote control and laid back into the couch pillows under an afghan. Somewhere during the episode of “Sex in the City”, I guess I dozed off.
I opened my sleepy eyes slowly at the sudden sexual sounds that filled the now non-lit room and glanced to the television. Two men were screwing a gorgeous blonde kneeling on all fours. I heard my brother and John laughing and crudely commenting on what they witnessed on the screen. By the way they spoke, I could tell that they had been drinking and were feeling pretty good. As I feigned sleep, I watched the movie they obviously bought; “It sure as hell wasn’t cable”, I thought to myself. One guy lay under the girl and was thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. The second guy was straddling her from behind, holding her long hair like reigns and pounding his huge cock into her ass. The girl was screaming and writhing in absolute pleasure as both slippery cocks slid in and out of the girl’s two overly stretched holes. My mind again started wandering aimlessly, wishing I were that girl. I felt my pussy get increasingly damp the longer I watched. I felt my nipples pressing against the thin cotton fabric of my T-shirt, and with each heavy breath they rubbed gently against the fabric. As the two guys sped up and synchronized their thrusting, I had to suppress my moans as I watched them withdraw their throbbing dicks, then one at a time, spray the lovely girl down with their hot, huge loads of jism.
Bryce broke the sexual ice with his sudden comment, “damn I’d love to do that with my sister”. John just laughed and said, “You are one sick fucker you know that. But I guess having a sister that is as hot as yours, could cause a guy to think that way.” I was smiling at the sweet comments and wondering what I could do to get something started. With the movie, the comments, and all my wicked thoughts, I had become unbearably horny. I had an idea.
After a few minutes, I tactfully and slowly inched my T-shirt up enough that I knew my bare pussy would be in full view, and then, still pretending I was asleep, I tossed and turned slightly, kicking the afghan down just enough to reveal myself. As I felt the cool air of the room suddenly caress the dampness of my womanhood, I knew I was totally exposed.
It was only a matter of a few seconds that I heard the two guys whispering. Barely opening my eyes I saw them looking at my crotch with lustful eyes. Bryce suddenly moved towards me and whispered my name, “Brandi, Brandi, are you awake?” I continued to pretend I was sound asleep. “She is out cold,” he said to John. “She looks so hot man,” he said. They were then whispering too quietly to hear. I kept my eyes closed, knowing they were close to me. The next thing I felt was the afghan being slowly taken away. Then very gently my outside leg was lifted up and draped off the edge of the couch to the floor. I knew my legs were now spread and my pussy was very accessible to anything. I stirred slightly just as someone would that was sleeping.
The next thing I felt took me by total surprise. I felt the wet warmth of a tongue licking my inner thighs. Gently it lapped at my tender skin working its way upward. I felt the hot breath against my now wet pussy and then the tongue slowly slid up the outer edges of my excited lips. I did everything I could to not moan out loudly. I felt the tip of the tongue push, gently pry me open, and then slither its way into my tight opening. No hands or fingers were touching me at all, just a tongue. Oh but what a talented tongue it was. Embedded deep inside me now, wiggling artistically around, it lapped at my inner walls. I opened my eyes just slightly to see that it was my brother who was tongue lashing me with such perfection. Out of the corner of my eye I could see John standing, watching, and rubbing the crotch of his jeans.
I felt my hips involuntarily begin to swivel slightly and quiet moans escaped my sleeping lips. “She’s waking up” I heard John say, almost panic like. Immediately the tongue was removed from my pussy and again Bryce called out my name. I did not respond, but silently I was upset that he stopped. I smiled inside as he began licking me again. This time he licked my entire pubic region. He commented to John about how my newly shaven pussy was as smooth as a babies butt and so sweet. I had shaven totally, just recently, and every day I shave my legs, I shave my pussy, keeping it as smooth as silk always. I don’t know what it is about a bald pussy, but it drives the guys wild.
Bryce lapped at my cunny like it was a Popsicle or something, completely covering it with his warm tongue. Every now and then it would slip in between my pussy lips and lap all the way up. Suddenly he stopped and then gently locked his lips onto my clit and using his tongue and his lips he worked my clit over like I have never ever felt. I could not help but moan out loudly and my eyes opened wide. I screamed out “oooohhhhh Godddd yessssss….pppleeeease don’t stop..oh pppleeeeaaaasssseeee yesssss.” He did not stop, whether he wanted to or not, my hands grasped his hair and pulled his mouth firmly into my mound.
I begged for him to continue as I placed one foot on the coffee table and the other onto the back of the couch. I spread my legs almost into the splits. He continued the ravishing assault on my clit with his sucking lips and swirling tongue. I was sucked right into heavenly bliss, pussy first. As the first shudders of my orgasm raced through my body, he sensed this and stopped abruptly. I screamed for him to not stop, but he did. He stood and quickly took off his shirt, almost ripping it off. Bryce looked at John and told him to lose his clothes too. Then I watched as my brother undid his jeans, lowered them swiftly, underwear included and kicked them off. He was already erect and his huge cock reared up its ferocious head, followed by a fat rippled shaft that protruded from a tuft of curly hair.
I watched as John more apprehensively disrobed. He too was sporting a nice erection. He grasped it and pumped it in his fist a few times. I watched as his balls bounced between his legs. My eyes quickly turned to Bryce who was also pumping his cock. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect his cock looked. It was about 8; maybe 9 inches long, actually bigger than I prefer, and very thick. It had a perfect upward bend, just slightly and was otherwise perfectly straight. The head was perfectly proportioned to the shaft. And the veins, ooohhh the veins. They rippled so predominantly around the length of his meat. It was definitely a picture perfect cock.
He kneeled again before my spread legs and again began munching on my now dripping pussy. His hands pushed and squeezed my spread thighs as his mouth continued to work me over. He then sat up, grasped both legs, and turned me around so my pussy was square to the edge of the couch, and in line with his raging dick. I watched as he took his trophy cock in one hand and gently open me with his other. He then placed the excited head to the tight entrance of my Promised Land. With a gentle thrust he pushed the head inside with a pop. I felt my lips stretch wider than they ever have before and wrap tightly around the intruding member. They closed around the ridge of the bulbous glands at the start of the long shaft. I breathed in heavily at the first feeling of his immensely thick penis.
He did not move for a few minutes as I got accustomed to his size. Then he began the slow descent into my hot, tight tunnel. My pussy felt as if it were being ripped. “He was so thick”, I thought to myself. He continued to push, gradually pulling back then slowly pushing again. Inch after inch of super hard cock flesh entered my tightness and eventually was embedded completely. I screamed with each throb as the tip was touching me deeper than I had ever been touched. Bryce’ pubic hair tickled my bald pussy as I clamped onto his unbelievable cock. I could feel his balls squished up against my ass. I could not help but think of how heavenly it felt and then the realism struck that it was my brother’s cock that was buried so deep inside my pussy; my brother’s cock that hurt so good.
After a little while he began to move, slowly at first, then much more quickly. I watched as his cock pulled all the way out and then slid back in, all the way. Over and over he did this and I watched as his cock glistened more and more with my juices. The shaft was now coated with my excitement. With each thrust of his manhood, a scream and moans exited my throat. I am definitely a screamer, a very verbal lover. When I’m getting fucked, believe me the whole neighborhood could know. “For shit sakes John,” Bryce then said, “will you please do something to stop her screaming.” It took only a second for John to be standing on the couch, one leg on each side of me and his hard-on thrust into my mouth. His swollen cock instantly muffled my screams. As I sucked on John’s cock, Bryce began to fuck me much harder. As the pleasure began to grow, so did the pain that his huge thrusting cock was causing. My screams were much more intense now, which only seemed to excite John even further. He was now sliding his penis in and out of my mouth just as fast as Bryce fucked my cunt. I could feel the cum-carrying balls both slamming against my ass and my chin.
It was only a matter of time before John screamed out his arriving pleasure. I placed my hands on his ass and held him there as I felt his cock explode in my mouth. I drank as he spurted and spurted. His cum was so hot as it slid down my throat. Never letting his cock out of my mouth, I felt him throb repeatedly, as he emptied his entire load into my throat. I reached around to his cock and squeezed his balls gently. I took his pulsating member in my hand and squeezed it upward, licking up any remaining goo that I appeared at the tip. I continued to lick and suck on John’s cock well after it began to go limp. I did this until his legs were ready to give out. He climbed down off the couch and went and sat down in a chair across from us.
I reached down and held onto Bryce’ hips as he continued to thrust his mighty dick in and out of me. Again I was moaning and screaming with each powerful thrust. “I have dreamed of this,” he said to me. “I have longed to feel your pussy wrapped around me, Brandi. Now I finally have and it is much better than any dream I ever had.” Through my moans I told him that since the hot tub incident, I hadn’t stopped wishing to feel his cock inside me. He grunted and thrust himself harder. I could feel his cock head pounding up inside of me. I clamped my legs around his back until he grabbed them and brought them up over his shoulders. In this position his cock felt even bigger and longer. He thrust into me so much deeper now. From the fucking that my dear brother was giving me, my emotions were running wild, and my immense orgasm was racing forward.
With every powerful thrust he lifted my ass right off the couch. He reached forward and pushed my T-shirt up revealing my breasts. He grasped the full flesh in his hands and massaged them. My nipples perked up further against his palms. He then began pumping his cock at a furious pace. His hips were a blur as they drove his nine inches of flesh in and out of me. Suddenly withdrawing completely, he stood up, took his cock in his hand and then released it. I watched as the tip erupted like a volcano. His white hot cum sprayed across my face and my tits. He came over and over, soaking me with his seed. I licked up the semen that was on my lips and savored the sweet taste of my brother. I rubbed the hot cum around on my breasts and belly and then brought my hands to my lips to lick clean. I love the taste of cum. I watched his hand slide up and down his cock finishing off his powerful orgasm, until I was wearing every last drop of his sweet sperm. I leaned up, feeling the cum tickle my breasts and tummy as it slowly trickled down my skin, I grasped Bryce’ softening cock and took it in my mouth. The taste of my own juices mingling with his cum was deliciously intoxicating. I licked every inch of his glorious cock clean.
My pussy throbbed from the tremendous fucking I just received. It was sore from the friction the sheer monster had made against my tender insides. But I still wanted more. My orgasm was right there and had been building for a while now. John was ready to go again, and Bryce asked him if he wanted to fuck his sister. John’s eyes gleamed and he quickly replied “hell yea”. Bryce told him to lie on his back on the floor. “Brandi wants to ride you to heaven and beyond.” As John lay down, his heavy cock really got my interest as it slapped against his lower belly. Bryce said he’d be right back and left the room. I didn’t hesitate at all in moving toward John and straddling his hips. Once in position, I quickly grabbed his new erection and directed it to my well-fucked pussy. I sat straight down on him. As wet as I was, John’s nice cock slipped into the hilt, fairly easy. Still as tight as I was, I felt the lips stretch to accommodate his girth. Not nearly as big as Bryce, his cock actually felt much better. It was closer to the size I prefer.
He immediately began thrusting his penis into me. Soon he was lifting his ass all the way up off the carpet to pound his pole into me. I reached up and removed my T-shirt and threw it aside. John took advantage of this, pulling me forward, his mouth sought out my nipples and sucked on them hard. “Damn girl, you have the sweetest body I have ever seen. And these tits, they’re perfect.” He again went to nibbling and sucking on the globes of flesh. Soon Bryce came back into the room drinking a beer and announced that he was going to try something new. “I just know my lil’ sister has been longing to feel this. So I shall make her fantasy come true.” I was slightly puzzled at what he was up to. It didn’t take long to find out.
He rewound the tape in the VCR to the blonde getting fucked by the two guys. Immediately I felt a shiver go up my spine as I learned what his intentions were. “No way”, I immediately shouted out, “There’s no way I’m taking a cock up my ass. I have never done that and don’t want to start now. AND I’m certainly NOT going to start with yours, even if I did want to try. Your dick is way too big.” “Even better”, he replied, “A virgin ass, that I get to have first. I promise I’ll be gentle. Hold her John”. John quickly wrapped his arms around my back and held me tight. My breasts mashed against his chest. For the first time I could smell the alcohol on his breath and realized suddenly that these two were still quite drunk. I was competing against two strong guys that were fueled by hormones, alcohol, and lust and driven by the scent of an excited, wet pussy.
I panicked and fought against John’s grip but to no avail. I also pleaded with my brother to please stop. “This was just not funny any more,” I screamed out. The more I fought and wiggled the more I felt John’s cock throbbing inside my cunt. The more I screamed and panicked, the more excited my brother seemed to become. “C’mon sis, you know you want this. Two big cocks buried in you, side by side,” he said. “Both thrust up into your depths. Every woman fantasizes about that. Hell the only thing missing will be a third cock crammed in your throat to muffle your screams,” he continued. “Trust me, you will love it.”
He was right; I did want it and would love it, but was petrified. The sheer size of his cock scared me more than anything. Surely he would injure my tiny virgin ass. I felt him behind me and realized that I was in a perfect position for him to take my ass if he wanted to. The tiny puckered entrance was inviting him to come in and play. Skewered by John’s steel-hard cock and held down by him, I knew I could not escape the impending ass fuck I was about to receive. My mind was racing in a million different directions looking for a way out…
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Gene’s Toy

(This story is completely fictional, and any likeness or resemblance to any person or place is completely coincidental. )
The summer going into my freshman year of high school was short lived. Only three weeks after I got out of school, swim practice for the high school team started. I didn’t really mind though, if I wasn’t at swim practice I would have just been working at my dad’s dry cleaning business, and no matter how bad swim practice was, I knew it wouldn’t be as bad as pressing and cleaning suits.
The J.V. practice started on an early Monday morning, with about 40 groggy headed kids setting on the bleachers in the pool area listening to names being read off. The groups were separated, for the most part, by the two feeder school in the county, and we were let known quite quickly that out of the 40 of us, the group would be cut in half to make up the team. I laughed quietly to myself when I heard this.
Now I’m by no means a braggart, and I’m pretty shy to boot, but if there is one thing I can do, it is swim. While I didn’t really have the traditional swimmers build like most of the kids there (I am, and always have been, a lithe Asian kid) I was fast…really fast. I was only 4’9, and yet once we began our warm up laps, I finished my first 30 2 full minutes before the next guy.
Long story short I didn’t lose a lap the first day, and I could see the coaches laughing to each other at how mad the other kids were getting. By the time we finished, we were all exhausted and slowly getting changed into our street clothes. I was one of the last kids to finish getting dressed, and as I was putting my clothes into my duffle bag the coach called to see me in his office.
Despite not having done anything wrong, I was still nervous as hell as I walked into the office. To a short, scrawny little Asian kid, he was a monster. While in his 50’s, coach Wilson was one of these older guys who was hitting the weights every day, and at 6’2 to boot, he was an imposing guy.
“Max,” he said gruffly, looking over a clipboard. “We’re not going to need you on the J.V. team this year.” He said it short and quickly, like it made him uncomfortable, but it cut through me like a knife.
“But…wh-why,” I choked out, trying to hold back tears. What had I done? Was I too cocky?
“Because,” he said, “you would be better suited for the varsity team.” My eyes opened widely, mouth slightly opened at what he said. Was he serious? I mean, I was just a freshman. “Practice starts at noon tomorrow, don’t be late.”
“I won’t sir, th-thanks a lot,” was all I could choke out, as I turned out of the small office. I’m pretty sure I smiled the whole bus ride home.
My father works most of the day, being gone before I wake up, and usually not home before I’m asleep. He put’s in some long hours at the dry cleaning place, and then goes to his second job as a janitor for our mall. He was forced to take a second job just to cover the rent on our small apartment, after my mom died in a car crash a few years ago. I tried to stay up that night to let him know about me making the varsity team, but I fell asleep on the couch around 1, and by the time I woke up the next morning he was again already gone.
The bus was running late and by the time I got to the school I was already late. Running through the school, I ran into the coach right outside the locker room.
“Chow, come on, ” he said, heading into the locker room. I followed into the room after him hurriedly, the sound of several guys talking, bouncing off the tile floor and walls.
“Listen up,” coach yelled, silencing the group. “This is Zach Chow, the one I told you about…” he started, going to a speech about the rest of the practice. While the thought of being on the varsity team hadn’t really made me nervous, it was now. The guys in front of me were all at least a solid 5 inches, or more, taller than me, and all staring straight at me, with looks ranging from amused and inquisitive, to those of downright jealousy and skepticism. I shifted my eyes down, to avoid their eyes. I felt like I was standing trial in front of 20 naked judges.
As the coach finished up, he told me to get dressed and in the pool. Most of the guys continued getting dressed while he was speaking, so they followed him out into the pool. I moved and picked a locker on one of the rows, blocked by another. No one was back there, so I opened a locker and began undressing. The locker room was empty or so I thought. Right as I slipped out of my shirt, I heard the door open, and someone enter quickly. On the other end of the row, I saw someone quickly turn down the row, stopping abruptly as he saw me. A light went off in his head as he nodded to me. “You’re the new kid right? The freshman,” he asked picking a locker a couple down from mine.
“Uh yea,” I said slipping out of my pants. He too was quickly undressing.
“That’s pretty impressive dude, not everybody can say that,” he said riffling through his bag, standing only in his boxers. This guy, who at this time I had no idea who he was, was about as different looking from me as you could be. He had to be at least 6’3 maybe more, and was more muscular than the average swimmer, his biceps especially. His head was covered by a shaggy mop of red hair. As he slipped out of his boxers though, and pulled on his speedo, I gasped. Now I had seen plenty of guys naked in the locker room before, but that was middle schoolers, boys. This was no boy. I had no idea how big this guys dick was but, I knew it was much bigger than mine. Unfortunately, I was one of those guys who helped further the stereotype about Asian guy’s dicks. For that reason, I turned my back to him when I pulled on my speedo.
We both finished dressing about the same time, and walked out together. I looked like a toddle next to him. “The name’s Gene by the way,” he said offering me a hand.
“Zach,” I said, taking his hand shake.
Practice went well, except for the fact that some of the guys I beat in laps didn’t take it so well. More than once I got shoved against the side of the pool, or “accidentally” knocked into the pool.
When we finished for the day, I proceeded to my locker, hoping secretly Gene would talk to me. Unfortunately though, he was talking with another guy next to him. This had its up though. While talking, I got to sneak another look at what was hanging between his legs. I was hypnotized.
And that’s how most of my days the first few weeks of summer went. I got on a talking basis with a few other people on the team, and gathered that Gene was not only a swimmer, but he was on the basketball team as well, and was pretty damn good at both. Apparently he had recruitment offers in both sports to some pretty big name schools. He and I had shared a few other conversations since that first day but I spent more time sneaking looks at him naked than we did talking. My whole summer though changed one rainy day in late July.
Practice had ended and as I walked outside, a storm had rolled in. It was coming down hard, and the bus stop was out by the road, without any cover to stand under. I groaned, as I walked out into the rain, my t-shirt and ball shorts did little to keep me dry, and in moments I was drenched to the bone. I reached the bus stop, and as I did, I saw a Mercedes, pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, slowing as it neared me. I apprehensively stepped back as it stopped in front of me and the windows rolled down.
“Aye you need a ride,” came a voice all too familiar.
“No I’m good man, ” I said to him smiling.
“Dude get in the fucking car,” Gene said laughing. I didn’t really need to be told twice, and quickly opened the door and hopped in. “Wow,” I said amazed at the car. It had display screens and wood accents, and leather seats, and a whole lot of things my dad’s old clunker didn’t. “This is a really nice car,” I said, while he just said thanks and shrugged it off.
“Where do you live man, ” he asked. I told him the street, and he said no problem, that he just needed to stop by his house first. I told him it was no problem and kept thanking him for driving me.
He told me when I got in my place was on his way home, but that was obviously not true. We headed in the opposite direction, and slightly out of town, onto a back road through some woods.
I had honestly never seen a house that big. The thing was huge, and I think I made it obvious when we pulled up. He kind of laughed as he got out of the car. “You can come in,” he said, as I noticed I was just setting there awkwardly. I got out of the car, and followed him inside. Amazed at everything I saw.
“Hey do you want a dry shirt or something,” he asked, looking in the fridge.
“Thanks, but I don’t think anything of yours would fit me,” I said laughing a little. He joined in too, tossing me a soda out of the fridge. I opened it and drank it gratefully, not realizing how thirsty I was. I followed him through the house, and to what he told me was his room. I was in disbelief. His “room” was bigger than our whole apartment.
“You can just sit down or whatever,” he said, running to the bathroom connected to his room. He didn’t bother to shut the door, and I could hear him peeing a few feet away. I looked around the big room, in awe of all of it. I stopped though when I came to his desk. Right next to his laptop, on a stack of other magazine, was a porn magazine. My eyes locked on, studying the whole image. Spread over two pages was the image of a girl with her head between the legs of another, her tongue buried deep in the other girls pussy, with her fingers jammed into the girl’s ass hole. Honestly, I had never seen a woman naked before that moment. We didn’t have a computer in my house, so I’d never seen any kind of porn whatsoever. Apparently though, while I was looking at the magazine, I was oblivious to the fact Gene had finished peeing, and was standing behind me.
“That’s good stuff, ain’t it,,” he said. I could hear the smile on his face,
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I said, jumping as he spoke, and trying to back away.
He laughed, “Like what you saw? Here you can have,” he said picking it up and handing it to me.
“Ah… ah no I’m good,” I said backing up a little bit.
“Yea I didn’t think so,” he said tossing the magazine back on the desk, his voice taking a pointedly sharper turn.
“Wha-What,” I asked confused.
“You know you really shouldn’t be so damn obvious when you’re looking at someone’s dick in the locker room.”
“I-I…uh I,” I was scared out of my mind, heart racing. How did he see me?
“So what’s your deal? Never seen one that big? Do I have your little Asian dick beat,” he asked, laughing.
“I need to leave,” I said moving for the door, but he beat me there. With one swipe of his big arms, his hand caught me, and threw me back onto the ground.
“No I don’t think so, I think we both can get something from this.” He locked the door to his room, and stepped towards me, pulling off his shirt and dropping his basketball shorts, reveling he’d gone home commando from practice. There he was. Standing before me…for ME… to look at, and I was hypnotized again. His body was milky white, which contrasted greatly against the tribal tattoo around his left bicep, and left thigh. “Seven inches soft, and about nine hard.”
All this time he was approaching me, and I kept scooting back until I was back against his bed. He stopped when I could scoot back no further, his dick hanging in my face, just inches away from me. I could smell it, a strong manly smell, that can only be described as the smell of dick. And I loved it.
“How many dick’s you sucked fag,” he asked hands by his side, eyes looking down dominantly at me.
I just shook my head. I knew about as little as sex as one person could. That only seemed to excite him though.
“Grab it,” he said, a devilish grin on his face. I hesitated, before slowly moving my hand to grab it in the middle, his dick warm in my hand. “Jack it,” he said, motioning with his hand when a puzzled look came across my face. I awkwardly pulled back and forth, feeling the veins in his dick as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. His dick began getting thicker and thicker as I kept going. “Now lick the head.” MY hand was already slick with the pre cum coming out of his cock head, which was running like a faucet. Relenting, I stuck my tongue out and licked his shiny cock head, the salty taste of pre cum enveloping my tongue. The taste wasn’t that bad though.
“Now you’re going to suck it,” he said, but I wasn’t so sure.
“Gene I-,” my hesitation was cut short as he grabbed my hair roughly with his hand. I yelped out in pain and as I did, he took the opportunity to jam his dick in my mouth. Besides being extremely veiny, it was also quite thick behind the head, stretching my mouth almost as wide as it could go. Slowly he began fucking my mouth, threatening to hit the back of my throat with each thrust.
“You like that bitch,” he said thrusting his hips slowly. “Yea I think you do,” he said laughing and looking down. I didn’t realize it but my dick was hard as a rock, and I was made aware of it when he toyed at it with his foot through my shorts.
He may have started slow, but he didn’t stay like that. Gene grabbed me by the ears and picked up pace, fucking my face relentlessly. My head began to hurt, but I had no idea what was about to happen. He got faster and faster, literally banging my head back against his bed. He kept groaning things like “Oh fuck yea,” and “Get ready you little fag.” Little did I know.
In one swift thrust, Gene slammed all the way into me, his cock sliding down my throat. I panicked as I could no longer breathe. I tried to push back but his weight against me was too much. As I choked in distress, he moaned as his cock erupted down my throat. I could feel his cum hitting the back of my throat, as my face started turning red, and the darker. It felt like It was an eternity before he pulled his cock out, covered in his own jizz, and my spit, and I could gasp for breathe.
I felt light headed as I coughed and gagged, cum spilling out of my mouth and dripping from my nose. My face was wet from tears as I panted heavily on the ground.
“You’re supposed to breath with your nose dumbass,” he said with a laugh as he collapsed on his bed. He looked down at me as I whipped my eyes. “Shit you’re a mess, go clean yourself up,” he said pointing to the bathroom. I nodded sniffling a little bit as I walked to the bathroom and tried to wash my face.
As we rode home in silence, I sat setting in a shirt drenched in my own sweat, spit, and Gene’s cum. I could tell by the look on his face of what he thought of where I lived when we pulled up to my apartment building, but at that time, I had other things I could be embarrassed about. I stepped out of the car, mumbling a “Thanks,” that I sure as hell didn’t mean. I began walking to the door, but stopped as he yelled back at me.
“Next time, learn how to suck a dick, and I won’t have to fuck you so hard,” then driving off.
Next time?
(Too be continued, I’d appreciate any comments and (helpful) criticism, also If you have any suggestions about plot ideas, feel free to shoot me a PM. )

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Celebrities Fucking: Part -Kristen Kruek

Hey guys. This is a story i found somewhere on the internet that i touched up a bit and decided to post on here. It begins with Kristen Kruek from Smallville and a Canadian cop on the roadside, but the rest of the chapters expand to new celebrities. Enjoy!
(And dont worry, im still working on the Disney series. The Hannah Montana story is just about ready and then I’ll move on to the Suite Life on Deck, and then maybe a story or two for the wizards, and then a “Wizards on Deck with Hannah Montana sortof thing.)
Kristin glanced at her speedometer as she barreled down a rural, two-lane highway, and saw she was a good 25 kph over the posted speed limit. Her driver’s license was close to being revoked, and if she got another speeding ticket, her already high insurance premiums would go through the roof. On the other hand, she was in serious danger of being late for a photo shoot to promote her new movie, and she knew this was not a photographer you made wait for your lazy ass to finally show up. Deciding her professional reputation was more important than her driving record, Kristin punched the accelerator pedal to the floor and was thrown back in her seat as her silver BMW rocketed forward.
Kristin planned on maintaining her new speed until she reached the outskirts of the Vancouver metroplex. After that, she thought driving just above the posted limit would be more than enough to get her to the studio on time. As she drove along, she was nervously checking every side road she approached, as her one fear was having a cop sitting there, just waiting to nail her as she blazed on by.
Checking the side roads was fine, but what Kristin failed to do was consider the possibility that a cop might be hiding behind a billboard or some other obstacle. Still twenty miles away from the urban sprawl that was Vancouver, she saw lights flashing in her rearview mirror and began to slow while looking for somewhere safe to pull off the mostly deserted road. She selected a dirt road that was heavily lined with trees, and as she turned off the lonely highway, she looked down and evaluated what she was wearing as she planned to flirt her way out of a ticket. Kristin had never done that before, as she thought a woman using her sexuality like that was repellent, but desperate times called for desperate measures; she really, really couldn’t afford another ticket.
As soon as her car came to a stop, Kristin’s hands quickly unbuttoned her forest green Henley and then tugged on her faded denim miniskirt to pull it up as high on her smooth, tanned legs as she could without showing her panties. The only thing she had time left for after that was to bite hard on her lips to plump them up. Then she freaked out momentarily when she realized the officer could very easily be a woman. Of course, flirting still might work, as a woman could be a dyke, but one look in her side view mirror was enough to know the cop was a man.
In fact, Kristin thought, as she peered at her mirror for a second look, he’s a big, tasty-looking man with a noticeable bulge in his pants. She found herself unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of the tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired man that was striding up to her car. Not wanting to make the man nervous, she placed both hands on the wheel so he could see they were empty and then waited for him to speak. Her last thought before the cop arrived at her door was to think, Please, God, let him give me a warning just this once and I’ll be a good little driver from here on out. Just this once!
The officer stood just behind the front driver’s side door and tapped on the window. Kristin looked his way as he asked for her license and proof of insurance. He’d already seen walking up that her tags were current, and the driver’s license she handed over confirmed what his electronic check of the car’s license plate had told him: that the driver was named Kristin Kreuk.
“Miss Kreuk,” the cop asked, “do you know how fast you were going?”
“Please, call me Kristin.” She had already decided that honesty was her best bet; she couldn’t imagine a cop liked being bullshitted. “And as for the speed, I’m not exactly sure,” she replied, “except that it was too fast, whatever it was.”
The cop nodded slowly. “You could say that. You were doing double the legal limit when you blew by me doing one-hundred-and-sixty kilometers an hour.”
One-sixty? Kristin thought. Cool! I’ve never gone that fast before. And then it hit her: there was no way she was getting out of this without a ticket. I am soooooo fucked! Still, she was going to try flirting her way out of the ticket anyway. There’s no point in giving up now.
“Where were you going in such a hurry?”
“I have a photo shoot in downtown Vancouver that I’m just about to miss,” she said.
“Oh, is that so? Why is one photo shoot so important that you felt the need to disregard the rules of the road and endanger you life and the lives of others?”
“Well,” Kristin started to say, as she shifted toward the cop, hoping he’d take a good look at the tanned skin of her upper chest, “I’ve just recently completed a movie, and this photo shoot is for a major men’s magazine to help boost the visibility of the movie amongst a highly desired segment of the population.”
Kristin finally dared a direct look at the cop and saw his last name was Johnson. Johnson’s got a big johnson, she snickered, as her eyes finally looked up into his. Oh my, Johnson’s got pretty eyes, too. She just loved the large, expressive deep brown eyes that were looking down at his ticket pad as he started to fill out the top sheet.
“So what magazine were you going to model for?” Officer Johnson asked. As far as he was concerned, a major men’s magazine meant something like Popular Mechanics or maybe Sports Illustrated. She’s definitely hot, he mused, but the SI swimsuit issue doesn’t shoot in Vancouver, so she’s not shooting for that mag, and I doubt her tits are big enough to get her into Playboy.
“Maxim,” Kristin replied. When all that got her was a blank look, and the reply ‘never heard of it,’ she wanted to slap herself on the forehead. I would get the only cop under the age of thirty in the whole of British Columbia who has no idea that Maxim is basically a skin mag. I bet he doesn’t even know who I am. So much for trading on my name. It looks like I’m going to have to use more direct means. Screw subtlety!
“You know, Officer Johnson, that’s a mighty big gun you have there,” she purred. “I sure would like to see it.” The words were talking about his polymer Smith & Wesson Military & Police 9mm handgun, but her eyes were locked onto the nice bulge in the front of his pants. It was a hint only a moron could miss.
Screw subtlety, indeed!
Officer Johnson lowered his ticket pad and eyed the gorgeous brunette that was plainly eyeing him back. With the way she was leaning toward him, he was able to see right down her open blouse to her black lace bra with no trouble at all, and when he was able to tear his eyes away from the bra and the small mounds of titflesh it supported, he could see what seemed like kilometers of toned, tanned legs protruding from under her tiny skirt. When he combined what he was seeing now with the beauty of her face and luxuriant hair, he wondered if maybe Hugh Hefner might not want her in his magazine after all.
“That looks like a cock,” she gulped, “I mean, a Glock from here, but I can’t be sure.”
Johnson’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He’d never had someone he stopped act this sexually aggressive before, much less a woman of her staggering beauty.
“Take it out, please?” Kristin continued. “I’d sure love to touch it.”
“I, uh, it’s not a Glock,” Johnson replied shakily. “It’s a Smith & Wesson.”
“Whatever. Let me see it,” Kristin said, as she shifted from asking to commanding. It was a subtle move, one intended to put her in control of the situation. She figured the more she could keep the focus on his cock and sex in general, the better chance she had of avoiding a ruinous ticket.
“I…I don’t…don’t think I should.”
“But you’ll do it anyway…won’t you?”
Kristin’s voice was low, throaty, and burning with need. At least, that’s what Johnson heard. She wasn’t an actress for nothing. Years of pretending she desired various costars stood her in good stead now. Of course, it didn’t hurt her efforts one bit that Officer Johnson did happen to be rather hot.
Not at all.
Johnson could tell this situation was rapidly getting away from him, and that was something he couldn’t allow. He stepped a few feet back from the BMW, and the vixen within, to gain a few moments in which to gather himself, but was foiled when the driver’s door opened and those impossibly fine, miniskirt-clad legs swung out of the car and onto the dirt road.
“P-please remain in the car, Miss Kreuk,” Johnson said, as he continued to move away from her, and onto the grass on the other side of the car. He’d reverted to using a more formal mode of address as another way to distance himself from the tiny goddess who was even now standing and moving confidently toward him.
“I thought we’d established that you’d call me Kristin,” she replied, as she joined him on the grass, grasped his belt, and ripped it open. “Now are you going to show me your cock, or do I have to strip you like a little boy who needs a bath?”
Oh fuck, I’m going to Hell! Johnson thought, as his hands took over from Kristin’s and unfastened his pants. She stepped back to watch as his heavy belt dragged his pants down around his ankles.
“Boxers, too!” Kristin added cheerily.
When Johnson pushed his boxers down to join his pants, his aching erection sprang into view. Kristin eyes glazed over and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of a full foot of pussy-stretching magnificence. She was trying to imagine being impaled by that monstrosity when Johnson spoke up.
“You did say…youwantedtotouchit…” he said in a rush, not quite sure if he really wanted to let her continue or to escape with his professional dignity intact.
She nodded her head slowly, almost as if she was in a trance. Her eyes never left his rampant manhood. Not once. Not even for a second. Now that his cock was out in the open, she acted almost as if she was afraid of it getting away. She quickly knelt before Johnson and started fondling his cock with her small, delicate hands. What started out as a general groping quickly changed to masturbation, as Kristin stroked his massive shaft with both hands.
“Ohhhhhh, Gaaawwwwwddd!” Johnson moaned. “Fuuuuuccckkk me!”
That last comment was more a statement than a request, but Kristin was getting into the swing of things, and she was still very determined to avoid a disastrous ticket, so she said, “Fuck you? That may be getting ahead of the game a bit,” she dipped her head and licked the underside of his shaft from root to tip with one relaxed swipe, “but we’ll get there eventually, Big Boy.” Kristin looked up at Johnson and winked. “You can count on it; it’s going to happen.”
It then occurred to Kristin that she was about to fuck a random stranger. She didn’t even know his first name. So after bobbing down and sucking the spongy purple head of his cock into her small mouth and giving it a light suck, she pulled off of him and asked, “What’s your first name, Officer Johnson?”
Still unable to believe this was happening to him, Johnson groaned, “My name is Mud if anyone finds out about this. Anyone could see us out here!”
“Not likely,” Kristin countered. “Your car…” she licked his cock again, eliciting another groan, “…is parked at an angle, blocking most of this dirt road from view, and these thick stands of trees along each side of the road prevent us from being seen by anyone who’s not right at the end of the road itself. So take off your shirt, and tell me your name.”
A quick glance at their surroundings was enough to show the officer that Kristin was completely correct. Knowing she was going to have her way with him no matter what, Johnson threw caution to the wind and gave in to what was happening. He pulled off his uniform shirt and white t-shirt and tossed them down on the road next to his pants.
“My name’s Ian,” Johnson said.
“Ian,” Kristin replied, as she lightly scratched his balls. “That’s a nice name. Now lean back against the side of my car while I blow you.”
Kristin could have just gotten up and left at this point without a ticket, as Ian was too embarrassed to try to stop her. That’s without even considering his in-car video camera that would prove his doom if he wrote a ticket now and Kristin decided to challenge him in court. But she had no intention of leaving now, as thoughts of what she wanted to do with that prodigious, throbbing cock had taken over her mind and were heating her cunt. She had to have it. Photo shoot be damned, Kristin thought, I need that cock.
Kristin placed one hand around Ian’s cock just beneath its sensitive ring, and as she lowered her head to take it into her hot little mouth again, the hand slid down and then back up in time with the movements of her bobbing head. Up and down, up and down went Kristin’s head, and each time, she changed the direction of her head to alter which parts of his cock got caressed by her plump lips.
“Your cock iz d’lishus,” Kristin said, around a mouthful of cock.
“Oh…Jeeeeezzzzuus H. Christ!” Ian groaned. He couldn’t believe what was going on, or in Kristin’s case, going down. Only five minutes earlier, he’d been writing up a ticket; now, all he wanted was an orgasm.
After a couple of minutes of just using her lips, Kristin stepped up the pressure by adding her tongue into the mix. Down she went, sealing her lips tightly against the shaft until his cock almost rammed into the back of her mouth, then she gave him a good, hard suck and pulled back to the tip of his cock. Once there, she finished the move by wrapping her tongue around one side of the head of his cock, and then the other, as if she were licking the base of an ice cream cone.
Now that Kristin had decided to skip out on the photo shoot, she was taking her sweet time pleasuring Ian, but he knew something she didn’t: he hadn’t checked in with his dispatcher in awhile, and if he didn’t do so soon, they might send another patrol car to check on him. So, as much as he wanted Kristin to keep on working him over, he had to take charge and finish this or else they’d both be in hot water.
Once he’d made his decision, Ian leapt into action, grasping both sides of Kristin’s head to hold her close as her vigorously fucked her pretty little mouth. She was surprised by the sudden change, but she did adore strong men and secretly loved being used like she was nothing more than a man’s come bucket.
“Take my cock, you fucking whore!” Ian grunted as he abused Kristin’s mouth. Over and over he rammed his thick cock as far back into her mouth as he could, making her gag before pulling back and then fucking her all over again.
Ian was close to coming now, perilously so, and wanting to make his mark on this roadside slut, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and started jacking off only inches from her face. Kristin groaned in frustration at the loss of Ian’s thick cock, but she kept her mouth open as she hoped to catch as much of his come as she could.
No dice.
When Ian came, he gave a guttural roar while pointing his cock here, there, and everywhere, managing to cover Kristin with ropes of his thick, white come from her eyebrows to the open V of her unbuttoned green Henley.
“Holy shit, that was hot!” he mumbled, as Kristin sucked his cock back into her mouth to get the last few drops out of his cock before they dribbled away.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Kristin replied, once she released his cock. “I can’t wait for the encore.” The back of her mouth was a little sore from the pounding it had just taken, but she was so wet that she couldn’t wait for him to get hard again and fuck her juicy pussy the exact same way.
That’s when Ian regretfully explained to Kristin about their need to get moving before they got caught by another cop. She pouted and whined just a bit, even as she gave in to the necessity of moving on. Once he helped her to her feet, he started to dress as fast as possible, while she got into the trunk of her car where she kept some ratty, old towels. Once she’d wiped the come off of her face, neck, and chest, she reached into her car to grab a notepad and a pen out of her purse. By the time Ian had redressed and was beating the road dust off of his uniform pants, Kristin had written an address and a brief set of directions for him.
“This isn’t over yet, Stud,” Kristin purred. “You owe me a royal fucking.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Ian said.
“When are you off tonight?”
“Sixish…depends a lot on not having any major emergencies to respond to. And in a department that’s short on officers right now, it doesn’t take much for an emergency to become ‘major.’”
“Here’s to hoping you’re off on time then,” Kristin said, as she handed over the small sheet of paper. “That’s my home address. Be there tonight after your shift is over, but please don’t let anyone else see that address. The last thing I need is a bunch of people I don’t know coming to my door.”
“You don’t know me,” Ian pointed out.
“I’ve had your cock in my mouth,” Kristin shot back. “I think I know you well enough to let you have a shot at my pussy.”
“What about your ass? Do I get that, too?”
“You are a bold one,” Kristin allowed, “but if you want my ass, you’ll have to earn it.”
Kristin and Ian then shared a quick but fiery kiss before separating. Just as he was about to step into his patrol car, Kristin caught his attention, and said, “One more thing, Ian, wear your uniform when you come over.” Curious, he asked why. That got Kristin to wink. “Those handcuffs and that nightstick might just come in handy.” She blew him a kiss. “See you after six, Officer Cock.”
Now, Kristin thought, I just have to go home and make up a damn good excuse for missing the fucking photo shoot today.

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The V8, The Redhead and The Hot-Rod

“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was sitting in her “Serious Discussion” position. David was lying on his back and she was sitting on his pelvis facing him, her feet on either side of his body. Her golden orange hair cascaded to her shoulders. Her delicately beautiful pale face was highlighted by her big green eyes. Gabrielle was tall and fashion model slim.
At this time she was also naked. Her pink aureoles contrasted with her immaculate pale skin. Her firm, orange sized breasts pointed straight at David’s eyes.
Her long slender thighs were apart and her knees were drawn back a little towards her chest. As she was leaning back slightly, her shaven pussy was openly displayed and her outer labia were slightly parted. If David had been looking he would have seen the glistening pink rims of her inner labia.
However David wasn’t looking. His eyes were closed as he was savouring the intense pleasure sensations surging from his cock which was embedded deeply into Gabrielle’s ass.
“David!” Gabrielle’s voice and frown were stern. “Open your eyes and listen. This is important. And you, Lord Vlad, don’t you dare start moving.”
“Lord Vlad” was Gabrielle’s pet name for David’s cock. She enjoyed history and had read about the 15th century Romanian duke, Vlad the Impaler. This original Vlad had earned his nickname from his unattractive habit of killing his enemies by impaling them with a blunt stake through their rectums.
David hadn’t felt flattered by her choice but decided that he couldn’t really object. Gabrielle took great delight in being impaled by her Lord Vlad, very frequently, in her vagina and mouth as well as her rectum.
David could not conceive of anything more beautifully, wantonly erotic as he opened his eyes and looked at her. With a supreme effort of willpower he switched his mind from sex to conversation. He knew that if his cock as much as twitched, Gabrielle would bounce down hard and painfully on his balls.
“OK Gabby, shoot. What do you want to talk about?”
“What are we going to do with our money?”
His business was flourishing. Internet sales were growing, David’s car audio shop was now the place for boyracers to buy their gear. The up-market business was going well and he had branched out into profitable sidelines: fashion sunglasses and a limited range of domestic audio.
He had paid off the most expensive part of his debt and had been able to renegotiate the balance on far more favourable terms.
Gabrielle had earned more money than she had dreamed of. Her salary as marketing director for his firm and sales commissions had built a healthy bank balance.
He looked at her adoringly. He owed so much to her. Before she had a come to work at his firm on a college assignment he had been a depressed alcoholic with his marriage failing, his business failing and had been within a few months of bankruptcy. It was her ideas, her inspiration and most of all her absolute confidence in him which had changed his fortunes.
“Are you going to buy an apartment?”
“No way.” David was cautious after coming so close to bankruptcy. “Things are looking great but I’m not going to take on a commitment like that. And we both seem to like it here.”
She looked around the small bedroom. It was tidy, but certainly not luxurious. She had always been happy here with David and never wanted anything more. She knew she would be happy anywhere provided David was there. She owed as much to David as he did to her.
Gabrielle’s childhood had been blighted by her strict mother who did everything she could to undermine her self confidence and make her mistrust men. Her only two sexual experiences had been humiliating disasters and confirmed her mother’s advice. David had brought out her self confidence. And her sexual desire. For him.
She looked down at him. Since he had stopped drinking and started exercising, he had lost weight and looked 10 years younger than when she had first met him. He was 15 years older but she never thought about the age difference. Physically he was perfect and she loved everything about him.
“Well, I am going to hire another salesman. We’ve both been working 12/7.” We don’t seem to do anything except work and fuck,” said David.
“I’m not complaining.”
“There is something I thought I might buy for the business.”
“Oh, what is it?
“I’ll show you. . . . After. . . . ”
“After this?” She squeezed his erection with her bowel, then changed her position slightly to give him room to move and thrust.
David watched as she rode his cock and as her excitement grew. Her small breasts jiggled with her movements. Her head was thrown slightly back, her eyes closed, her lips were parted and she had an expression combining agony and ecstacy. His cock was in paradise, buried deep in her tight, smooth walled ass.
“Darling Davey,”she groaned, thrusting her backside down to take him deeper.
David used a finger to excite her clitoris which was becoming more engorged. Gabrielle’s movements became more frantic, small beads of perspiration appeared above her upper lip. David restrained his own desperate urge to come and concentrated on her.
Gabrielle’s pelvic rotations became even more frantic and her groans became shrieks as her orgasm consumed her vagina and bowel. She collapsed onto his chest, quivering, shuddering and exhausted.
When she recovered she moved to between his knees and knelt over his cock, looking at it closely.
“Hello Lord Vlad. Where have you been hiding?”
She sucked the knob and licked her lips.
“I can tell. You’ve been where the sun don’t shine.”
She reverentially licked all over his still rock-like cock and all over his testicles. She looked up at David and smiled, opened her mouth wide and took him, balls deep, into her throat. She now knew what drove him wild and for the next five minutes fully rewarded Lord Vlad for his efforts. Sometimes she tenderly licked, other times she pushed David’s knob down her throat.
She speeded her movements and sucked even harder. When he started to come she pulled back. A rope-like squirt of semen sprayed onto her face.
She lowered her head again and gently licked the receding cock.
“Bye bye Lord Vlad. You can come again soon.”
They drove to “Panther’s Panebeaters”. Mark Panther had been a friend of David’s for some years and they had referred business to each other. Panther, as he was known, had been dismayed by David’s business and personal decline.
He had visited David when Gabrielle had just started to work for him. They were sitting at their desks with their backs to each other. David had introduced her. The first thing Panther had noticed was her haunted look and how she couldn’t look him in the eye. Then he noticed her hair tied in an unflattering bun, no make-up and dowdy, shapeless clothing. He also noticed how she made no attempt to talk to him or David.
The same scenario the next time Panther visited. Perhaps she and David were a bit more polite to each other.
On the third visit Gabrielle’s appearance was unchanged, but now she and David laughed. David had lost weight and was wearing fashionable new clothes.
“Are you fucking her?” Panther had asked when Gabrielle had left the office.
“Hell no. It’s purely business. I’m far too old for her. And scarecrows aren’t my style.”
Perhaps Panther had a more educated eye for women. Her beautiful smile was radiant and obvious and Panther suspected something more.
“I think you may be surprised one day, David.”
When he next met them he hadn’t been surprised by the obvious relationship between her and David. But he hadn’t anticipated the extraordinarily beautiful young woman who had emerged. He also hadn’t anticipated her selling skills as she easily persuaded him to spend $1,500 more than he had intended for his new car sound system. In five minutes.
Panther took them to his workshop.
“Here it is,” he said. There was pride in his voice.
Gabrielle wondered what he was talking about All she could see was a delapidated old wreck of a car.
“’71 Chev Camaro. 350 V8. High-back Strato seats.”
Gabrielle could still only see a run down wreck.
“The engine goes a treat.”
He started it and even Gabrielle sensed something in the rumble of the eight cylinders.
“Here’s what it’ll look like when it’s finished.” Panther opened a magazine.
Gabrielle understood more. A muscle car. Masculinity on wheels. The styling might be dated, but there was a timeless strength and virility. She became interested and took the magazine from Panther to read some more.
Panther and David went into a discussion about dollars.
“Hit me with the bad news Panther.”
“This what it cost me to buy this.”
David whistled.
“Here’s the cost of the replacement parts which are needed.”
David inhaled sharply.
“Here’s the cost of the work I’ll have to outsource.”
David was starting to worry. “Now the hard part. What about the cost of your work?”
“I want to discuss a deal about that.”
Gabrielle came over, her eyes glowing.
“Davey, it’ll be beautiful when it’s finished. Treat yourself. And you know it’ll be good for business.”
He nodded. It would be like a magnet for every boyracer and their fathers for 100 kilometers. And he could get a tax break.
“What color do you think?”
“I’ll need you to be here when we mix the paints.”
“Why?” asked Gabrielle..
“So we can match this.” Panther discretely touched her golden-orange hair.
“What do you think Davey?”
“Couldn’t be better. Now Panther, how much is it going to cost for your work?”
“Well, it’s a big job . . . “
David gave an exaggerated sigh. He was used to Panther’s negotiating techniques.
“And good staff are expensive . . . “
David yawned.
“But I won’t charge you anything. On one condition.”
“You can’t do that Panther. There’s hundreds of hours work here,” David protested.
“What’s the condition?” asked Gabrielle thinking faster than David.
Panther looked sheepish. “It involves you Gabrielle.”
“What?” asked David, not liking the sound of this. He knew Panther was fascinated by Gabrielle.
“When the car is finished, I want a photographer to take shots of it, with you Gabrielle, for my business calendar.
“Panther! I don’t do nude poses for anyone.” Gabrielle was shocked. “Well, except for my darling Davey of course,” she quickly added.
“Gabrielle, you can wear exacly what you want to and you can pose how you want to. No conditions.”
“Wear what I want and pose how I want?” Gabrielle gave Panther one her stern frowns.
“That’s the deal.”
“Done.” She shook his hand and gave Panther one of her radiant smiles.
She looked at her watch. “Come on Davey, we’ve got to go. I promised Lord Vlad I’d meet him tonight.”
“Who is this Lord Vlad?” Panther asked out of her hearing. He hadn’t thought that David was the sort who socialised with aristocrats.
“Read your Romanian history,” David replied.
Panther did a Google search. It took him five minutes to work it out.
“Fuck. You lucky bastard,” he sighed.
By unspoken agreement they had what Gabrielle called a “Sexless Fuck” that night. She lay on her side, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around David with Lord Vlad so deep inside her, he pushed against her cervix.
They talked a lot, giggled a lot, laughed a lot, passionately kissed a lot, whispered a lot of tender endearments in the other’s ear, but didn’t orgasm. The went to sleep in each other’s bear hug, still joined by David’s cock.
A new salesman was hired and soon proved to be a money maker. Now, with free time, they went to Panther’s in the evenings to work on the Camaro. It was a labor of love for both Panther and David and soon Gabrielle was caught up in the mood. She insisted that Panther start the engine so she could hear the V8 symphony.
Panther’s expert car painter scupulously matched Gabrielle’s hair and when the Camaro emerged from the paint shop, a gleaming bronze-gold metallic, they all knew it was an inspired choice. David made three changes from a copybook restoration. The Strato seats were uphostered in black leather, they were adjusted so they could recline flat and he asked asked Panther to increase the amount of travel for the seats to slide back.
He ordered the absolute top of the range audio from Germany and when it was on full volume Gabrielle thought she saw the Camaro shuddering from the beat. She spent a lot of time planning the photo shoot.
After two months the Camaro was finished. Gabrielle and David held hands as Panther started it, then all three went for a slow drive, listening to the engine for some time, being blasted by the sound system other times.
The photographer arrived and started to instruct Gabrielle on how she should pose. She gave one of her withering frowns.
“I’m in charge here.”
The first shot was taken through the driver’s window. She was wearing a dark green evening dress with a slit which showing more than a flash of inner thigh. Her hand was gently wrapped around the gear lever, her lips were slightly parted and there was a far away look in her eyes.
She dressed in mechanic’s overalls which were a size too small and bent under the bonnet looking at the engine with her backside pointing high.
She dressed in a knee length skirt and sat on the bonnet. She drew back her knees and put them together so she could rest her arms on them and then her chin on her arms. Her feet were slightly apart. Some inner thigh and and a hint of green satin panties as she smiled innocently at the camera.
She posed as a traffic policewoman leaning against the Camaro writing a ticket. The policewoman hadn’t done up her uniform completely and Panther could see a the pale rounded start of her breasts. The policewoman also had a large truncheon in her belt and had wrapped her hand around the thick end.
She put on a short mini-skirt and a tight singlet without a bra. She reclined the passenger seat flat and stretched out. Her long legs were displayed, the shape her nipples could be seen through the singlet. Her eyes were closed but David recognised the satisfied smile as the one she had after an orgasm
Panther was struck dumb. He had never seen such a display of sexuality and yet she was dressed and in some ways so innocent. Her subtle hints and knowing expressions were more sexy than any porno movie he owned. He looked at David who was watching with a proud smile.
“I think you’ve got the deal of the century Panther.”
“I think I have.”
Gabrielle returned after changing again. She had wrapped a big towel tightly around her.
“This is your Miss December, Panther. Christmas has come early for you.”
She insisted the men leave the workshop while she moved into her pose. They returned when she called.
She was lying naked on the reclined seat. She was lying on her side, seemingly asleep. An arm concealed her nipples but revealed most of her left breast. Her upper leg was in a position where her pussy was just, only just, hidden. Her ivory skin seemed almost luminous in the dark against the black leather. Her golden hair was splayed across the seat.
“It certainly is Christmas,” breathed Panther. He looked at David. “That Lord Vlad must think all his Christmases have come at once. And all his birthdays.”
“Sure is lucky, that Lord Vlad.”
It was dark when they took the coast road home. They didn’t say anything, just relished the growling masculinity of the Camaro and the music. They stopped at a clifftop. David took off Gabrielle’s clothes, reclined her seat flat, put the music up loud and they christened the Camaro and the Strato seat
He pushed her seat all the way back and knelt between her legs, She knew what was going to happen and put her thighs on his shoulders. David lowered his head to his paradise.
He loved the satin smoothness of her thighs against his ears. He loved the shape of her genitals. Her shaven and prominent Venus mound, her puffy outer labia, the thin inner labia which glistened with her juices. Her clitoral hood which he gently pushed back to reveal her engorging bud.
He loved the taste of her sexual excitement and the aromatic odours. He knew and loved her reactions. But what he loved most of all that it was his wonderful and beautiful Gabby who was eagerly offering her intimate feminity to him.
Just as Gabrielle knew how to drive him wild, he knew her body and how to excite her. At first he was slow, he licked and blew, he probed her vagina with his tongue. He sucked her clitoris and felt her excitement mounting, then pushed her legs higher and apart to lick her anus. Gabrielle squealed with pleasure. His tongue returned to her clitoris, his teeth gently nibbled and Gabrielle’s body quivered into orgasm.
She orgasmed many times over the next hour. David used his fingers as well as his lips and tongue and teeth. He pleasured her G spot and probed her anus.
Finally he moved up and guided his cock into her sodden, pulsating vagina. He thrust in hard so their pubic bones ground together. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him, felt him thrust deep again and heard him groan as his semen sprayed her cervix.
“Do you think anyone can see in though this tinted glass?” she asked.
“I don’t think so.”
So as David drove home, Gabrielle kept her seat fully reclined and lay back on it. She only wore sunglasses. David glanced at her tall, pale body which contrasted with the black leather. Her golden hair was splayed across the seat. One knee was resting against the door, the other against the gear lever. Gabrielle knew how he loved it when she flaunted herslf
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” said David stroking her thigh.
“I like this car,” said Gabrielle.
David was right about the Camaro being a boyracer magnet. They came from miles. It was kept behind a chain fence in their carpark on public display. Gabrielle seemed to have an instinctive knack of being able to tell who had any money.
When she saw a likely target admiring the car, her routine was always the same. She wandered down and talked in a friendly way.
“It’s a Camaro. ’71. 350 V8.”
“Would you like to see inside?”
She let them sit in the driving seat as she sat in the passenger seat. She asked them what music they liked and put it on.
Then she fully reclined her seat, lay back, closed her eyes and idly writhed to the music.
When the track was finished, “Would your girlfriend like that?”
Sale.
Panther’s calendar caused a sensation. He sent free copies to his suppliers and best customers. All pleaded for more. He had another print run and these soon went. When he visited his suppliers he found that most thought Christmas had come early.
An art critic wrote a flattering review in the local paper and the calendars became collectors’ items. Panther started charging $200 a copy which he split with Gabrielle.
However the biggest benefit for Panther was the publicity. Business poured in. David and Gabrielle were pleased for him.
Modelling agencies made offers to Gabrielle and there was interest from a film studio. But there was no responding interest from Gabrielle.
David kept his old Toyota. The Camaro was only used for promotional work and for what Gabrielle described as “Fucking work.”
That was when they went to a restaurant, for a drive in the country or along the coast, driving to the ski fields. Occassions when the Strato seats could show their versatility.
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was again sitting in her “Serious Discussion” position. David cursed inwardly, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than start thrusting his cock in the ass where it was embedded. But then he realized that life wan’t really too tough. There was Gabrielle, fully and wantonly displaying her feminity only a few inches from him. And it was a stone cold certainty that Lord Vlad would have his way sooner rather than later.
“What are we going to do with our money now?”
It was a good question. His business was becoming a cash cow. His debts were being wiped off quickly.
“The world’s our oyster. We could buy an apartment. We could buy a boat. Joe wants us to buy his car audio business. I’m sure we could turn it into a success like this.”
“That sounds good. Why don’t we?”
“Gabby, I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years. In many ways I really enjoy what we do, but I’m getting bored. We’ve got enough money. If it worked you’d be sitting on my cock asking the same question in a year or so.
“And you,” he stroked her breast. “You are so capable of doing so much more. You could build a successful career. Why don’t you join a top marketing company?”
Gabrielle bounced on his testicles very painfully.
“Don’t you dare suggest I spend any time away from you,“ she hissed.
“Most couples do.”
“We’re not most couples.” Her eyes were indignant.
David smiled and stroked her face.
“A lot has happened to us in a year. Then I was a depressed alcoholic. And you were . . . . ,“ he didn’t know how to say it.
“And I was a nutcase until you saved me darling Davey.”
“A stark raving nutcase. 10 light bulbs short of a chandelier.”
She poked out her tongue.
“We were so lucky finding each other. But there are a lot of depressed alcoholics and stark raving nutcases out there.”
Gabrielle nodded.
“I think I’d like to see if I could help. Study psychology. Become a shrink.”
“You’d be so good Davey. You’re such a good listener. You’re so considerate with people.”
“You could run the business. I’d work part time while I studied. You would be my boss.”
“Just like now?” she asked.
“Think about Davey. It seems like a good idea to me.”
After a minute of them looking to each other’s face anfd thinking how much they loved each other, Gabrielle lifted herself off his cock. David was disappointed.
She pulled him up then knelt in front of him.
Gabrielle licked his cock and spat on it. Then she circled her right hand around it and massaged and rubbed. She looked up and saw the ecstacy on his face. She was now an expert. She pumped her hand and when he came, she put his cock in her mouth and drank every drop of his semen.
The next day they had a meeting with Mal, their sales manager. Mal had worked for David for 10 years and had stuck with him during the tough times. Now, in the good times, he ran a focused and successful team.
After Mal left Gabrielle said, “Mal would be very good at running this business.”
“Well he certainly has the sales skills and management skills. His marketing skills could be sharper. And his inventory management and financial skills could do with some sharpening as well.”
“I could sharpen his marketing skills. You could sharpen his inventory and financial skills.”
David nodded. “What are you trying to say Gabby?”
“I want to become a shrink with you.”
As David thought, Gabrielle held out her arms.
“Come here Davey.”
“Why?”
“I want to sharpen your fucking skills.”
They studied as a team. Their lives were busy. They spent some time training Mal. Gabrielle told David if he ever spoke about “sharpening skills” again she wouldn’t let him fuck her more than seven times a week.
They spent a day each week selling in the shop. Partly because it was in their blood. Partly because they made good money.
And for Gabrielle, because she usually sold more, it gave her the opportunity to frown and say, “Your sales skills could be sharper.”
As part of their psychology training they worked two nights a week in a drug rehab center, starting off cleaning the floors and urinals.
Every weekend, sunshine or rain, they packed a tent and camping gear and set off in the Camaro. As soon as they were outside city limits Gabrielle took off her clothes, put on her sunglasses, turned the music up loud and reclined in her Strato seat..
THREE YEARS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Again Gabrielle was in her “Serious Discussion” position.
“It says in Wikipedia that Russia has about the highest rate of male alcoholism and depression.”
“If Wikipedia says that, it must be true. What does it say about female nut cases?”
“I couldn’t find details of that. But if there are so many male alcoholic depressives, it stands to reason there must be a lot of female nut cases.”
“I think Russian sounds the most beautiful of any language,” said David
“I think so too. It’s very sexy. It snows a lot up there. You could kill a bear and make me a bear skin coat and hat.”
“I’ll buy you a fur coat.”
So, in addition to all their other work they studied Russian.
THREE MORE YEARS LATER
“Davey. We need to talk.”
From her “Discussion Position” Gabrielle handed David a printout of a job advertisement she had found on the internet.
It was from from Gazprom, the Russian oil and gas monopoly looking for two resident psychologists for Syktyvkar, a small isolated city near the Artic Circle.
During the intervening years they had qualified as psychologists and worked for two years in the rehab center. They poured in their energy and dedication and occasionally successfully rehabilitated some of their patients.
“What do you think?”
David slid Lord Vlad between her labia and deep into her vagina. He stopped moving for a moment, relishing the feeling. It still felt as exciting as the very first time. He opened his eyes and saw her green eyes glowing with excitement.
“It just keeps on getting better, doesn’t it darling Davey,” she whispered as she wriggled her hips. They had one of their long, languid, passionate and love filled fucks.
“I take it that means ‘Yes’” she said afterwards.
They arrived at Syktyvkar in the early spring. They found it easy to understand why there were so many alcoholic depressives living there. The landscape was flat and consisted of fir tree forests and snow. Syktyvkar’s most obvious features were an enormous Gaxprom gasfield, a Gazprom office building, row after row of featureless low rise apartment buildings and vodka shops.
It took some time before they were accepted. The Gazprom executives thought they had to be mad, voluntarily coming to Syktyvkar and the locals had an understandable suspicion of foreigners. But David and Gabrielle had great listening skills, loved listening to Russian and enjoyed the wry Russian sense of humor.
David made no secret of how alcohol had almost killed him and the depressed Russians realized they had found a kindred spirit.
Gabrielle made no secret of her troubled past.
“I was ten light bulbs short of a chandelier, Svetlana,” she explained to her client and the Russian women realized they had found a kindred spirit.
David and Gabrielle worked out that the long winter nights could be depressing.
“Gabby, these Russian men need something else to do during the hours of darkness,” said David. “They seem to spend all that time getting drunk.”
“We always have plenty of things to do in the dark,” said Gabrielle.
So they started to give sex advice.
“You mean I should lick her down there?” asked Ivan incredulously.
“Well, you’ll probably find you like it. And if you do it properly, you’ll find that Svetlana will do this to you.”
Ivan leaned forward intently as David gave detailed advice with the help of life-sized blowup rubber dolls.
“You mean I should let him put it in there?” asked Svetlana incredulously.
“Well, you’ll probably find you like it. And if you do it properly, you’ll find that Ivan will do this to you.”
Svetlana leaned forward intently as Gabrielle gave detailed advice with the help of the same rubber dolls.
They built up a loyal, but small, following. Ivan and Svetlana became their strongest advocates. They also wanted to lose weight so David got Gazprom to provide a gym. He had to bribe the executives by letting them drive the Camaro which they had shipped over.
Winter came came with its icy blizzards and – 40 temperaures. The Gazprom executives offered to take David on a bear hunt so that Gabrielle could have a bearskin coat and hat. David bought her a fur coat and hat from Svetlana’s shop.
There were only two of them and there was only so much they could achieve. But a good number of the men of Syktyvkar managed to kick booze and depression and a good number of Syktyvkar women became sexually liberated. The Russians are a handsome race and the alcohol free men were proud of their rejuvenated appearance. And even more proud of the appearance of their beautiful and now non-neurotic partners.
It was a rewarding time for Gabrielle and David. They developed a circle of true friends, they discovered Russian history and culture. For three months during the brief Arctic Circle summer, when the roads were clear of snow, they drove the Camaro slowly over the potholed roads. They named their children Svetlana and Ivan.
THREE MORE YEARS LATER
“Davey, we need to talk.”
Gabrielle was in her “Serious Discussion” position.
“These long winters and the bleak landscape are starting to get me down.”
“Me too,” nodded David.
“Wikipedia says there are a lot of depressed alcoholic men in Romania.”
“Then it certainly must be true. I’ve always liked Romanian food and music.”
“I’m sure Lord Vlad will be happy in the land of his ancestors.”

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Piper

Did you ever see one of those balloon guys at the mall, the ones that make animals from long skinny balloons? That’s exactly what happened to my prick, it puffed up like a long fat balloon with one breath, my sister had boldly propositioned me and I reacted instantly to her.

Slave nurses for sale

Lori Jorgenson, a 23-year-old RN, was the third in a line of nurses who had disappeared from their jobs in the last few days. She, like the other two before her, had been very pretty with long, gorgeous legs, slim waistlines, ample bosoms, and beautiful blonde hair with blue eyes. The method of their disappearance had been different in each case, but the clues in helping the authorities to solve the cases were almost non-existent.
Anna Johansen was an extremely attractive 22-year-old girl who was abducted from her Toyota Corolla while leaving her last shift of the night on Sunday. Greta Peterson, age 21, was taken as she left her home for work on Monday morning. Lori, third to disappear, was shopping for a new apartment, when she dropped out of sight Monday afternoon.
All 3 girls regained consciousness in a palatial mansion, completely nude, with restraints on wrists and ankles. They all came to know that video cameras had been secreted in their rooms giving a 24-hour record of their movements. None of them realized where they were, nor could they understand the motive of the one who chloroformed them, forced them into a black van, and obviously brought them to this beautiful house. Each case also lacked witnesses as well as the aforementioned motive. The girls only started to learn why they were taken and what might happen to them if they refused to cooperate with their captors.
The first things each of the captives noticed were the furnishings of her room. Every precaution had been made to prevent the captive from escaping, as well as hurting herself or one of the captors. As they were to discover, the house was one which had remained in the estate of a wealthy client who had left its disposal on the market to any of his three friends, all of whom were wealthy, single, handsome, well-educated, and wanted a woman who would joyfully do anything required of her. Of the 42 rooms in the house, including an 8-car coach house, each captor was restrained in a way that limited her access to her bedroom and bathroom during the day; gourmet meals were served 3 times a day with a choice of snacks after each meal. Exercise equipment was placed into each room.
Every night the girls were given the most recent, and the most expensive, eveningwear in which to join their captors at the evening meal. All three wore belts through which could be remotely passed several volts of electrical shock to prevent their escape from the situation in which they found themselves. None had attempted to escape yet, and they had no idea what to expect from the duration of their confinement. Since nudity was their dress during the day, they had somewhat expected sexual advances and even perversions from their captors.
The first day of their confinement began with a luxurious bubble bath, followed by a breakfast of fresh baked croissants, and a selection of berries—raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries, along with fresh-squeezed orange juice, and fresh coffee with cream and sugar on the side. For protein, the meal included a soft-boiled egg. Morning exercise consisted of a stretching flexibility regimen along with many other exercises for flexibility and fitness. All their exercises were done naked with every part of the body exposed to video recording. Oddly enough, each woman gradually developed a sense of wanting to present her natural beauty in the best possible way.
They all received daily medications given both orally and by way of injection. The oral medications were always dissolved in their food so that they would receive them unknowingly, but they were powerless to prevent the daily injections and had no idea what was in the serum they were receiving.
Nothing of a sexual nature had taken place with any of the women, but each woman was acquiring a more active sex drive as the days passed. All the girls were able to carry on conversations with each other at dinner time each day, and they quickly discovered that although working in the United States, they all had a Swedish heritage. Their conversation, though always monitored by their 3 captors, was candid and open. The captors appeared extremely cordial and willing to acquiesce to most of the captives’ wishes—the wish for freedom was not one of them. And as time went by, the medications and injections began to have their effect on the girls.
Chapter 2
The captive nurses came from various hospitals within a small area of highly populated cities. The captors—let us call them Michael, Charles, and William—had searched online profiles from Facebook, My Space, and dating websites. They had also used old-fashioned physical surveillance to secure their prey. Once chosen and taken into captivity, the nurses were removed by limousine to the above-mentioned mansion, which was placed in a remote area of northern California.
Anna had become comfortable with her current state of existence, and having been paired off with Michael, enjoyed his company every night at dinner. She grew to wish she had more contact with him, and it was soon to come. On the anniversary of her second week in captivity, Michael unexpectedly appeared to share breakfast with her. On that occasion he released her wrists and ankles from their restraints and removed her belt.
She did not know how to receive this sudden freedom except for an expression of gratitude which demonstrated itself with a hug and kiss for her captor. He relished her emotional expression and returned it with his own. Despite the last 2 weeks of imprisonment, Anna felt that Michael now owned her heart—as well as the rest of her—to do with as he wished.
Since Anna was already nude, it was a short trip for him to join her in that condition. Michael then picked up the naked nurse and walked her from the breakfast table to the bed. Lying next to her on the bed, Michael began to whisper endearments into Anna’s ear, and followed with light kisses on her ear and neck. He also began to gently stroke Anna’s generous bosom as she immediately began moaning in response. As she lay on her back to his left, he moved his left arm under her to begin tenderly squeezing her left breast as his mouth kissed and sucked the nipple of her right breast. Her right hand reached for his already swollen cock, while his right hand found the wet folds of her slick pussy.
She pumped his large penis as he stroked from her soaking vagina to her aroused and enlarged clitoris. They remained in this attitude of foreplay for several minutes with nothing but moans and sighs escaping their lips. At some point in the sexual encounter, things quickly moved to the next level. Anna cried out, “Michael, please fuck me darling! I want your large cock inside my wet pussy!” Michael responded quickly, moving between Anna’s long, beautiful thighs and penetrating her vagina with one quick thrust. This sudden sexual invasion brought a loud cry from Anna, “Oh yes, my darling! Fuck me, please, fuck me. I don’t want you to ever stop fucking me!” Michael’s muscular chest pressed against Anna’s large breasts with each stroke, and his mouth began smothering hers with kisses as their tongues entwined. Their first sexual encounter ended quickly as Anna came to a sudden orgasm which lasted several minutes and triggered a similar climax from Michael as he ejaculated a large amount of hot sperm inside her womb. After this first coupling, Michael stayed in bed with Anna and they both lapsed into a peaceful sleep, both naked (and exposed to all the hidden video cameras).
After a few hours of blissful sleep, Anna awakened to find Michael’s erect penis pushing against her thigh. She leaned down to take his member into her wet mouth and began sucking it until it was extremely hard. By this point Michael had also roused from sleep and found that Anna had prepared him for intercourse.
As he pushed his morning erection into her moist, ready vagina, Michael whispered, “You’re soakin’ wet, babe.”
Anna wrapped her long legs around Michael’s waist and he gripped the sides of her pelvis as he rammed his large penis into her over and over again. When he felt his penis was thoroughly ready, he gathered some of Anna’s sticky lubrication and rubbed it generously on her rosebud ass. He then pulled out of her vagina and drove his hardened penis into her anus. This was her first ever violation of that part of her body, but she soon realized the sensual emotions which were bringing her to the heights of another orgasm.
As she felt Michael’s member repeatedly slide into her ass, she cried, “Oh, Michael, oh my darling, oh precious, it feels so good…so good.”
Michael continued his anal assault as her moans grew in both frequency and volume. Michael had held his missionary position with Anna which made it easy for him to stroke her clitoris as he pounded her ass.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes, sweetie, just like that!” she said between moans. “Keep stroking my clit, darling, it’s wonderful.”
In a few minutes she was in the throes of her second orgasm of the day. Just minutes later, Michael filled her ass with another load of hot sperm. He then reattached her restraints and left her on the bed as he showered. He then left the room.
In Greta’s room, a similar scene was about to take place as Charles brought a late breakfast of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, thin slices of smoked ham, and a citrus bowl on the side with a pot of steaming hot coffee, cream, and sugar. Greta was accustomed to an earlier breakfast, and the sight of these offerings made her mouth water. But first things first…she rolled over on her bed so that her ass was in a receptive mode for her daily injection. These shots never really hurt, either while they were being given or afterwards, but Greta wondered what was in them. She had absolutely no memory of her vicious objections to the shots at the beginning of her captivity. After 2 weeks, she had no clue that the injections were of a serum that contained designer drugs—drugs that heightened sexual drive and quickly hastened the effects of Stockholm syndrome. Oh well, she also wondered why there seemed to be such a large breakfast this morning, but then she saw that Charles was staying to eat with her. In similar fashion as the other couple, Charles removed Greta’s restraints, and bade her join him at the breakfast table. While only a year or two younger than the other girls, Greta maintained a little girl’s excitement with novel things—an attitude which Charles understood and was going to exploit.
“Today, Greta, I would like for you to call me ‘Daddy.’ Is that quite all right? ” “Yes, I think that would be fun.”
“Would you like for me to serve your plate and pour your coffee, Greta?”
“Yes, Daddy, thank you for this nice breakfast. I love blueberry pancakes!”
“We must eat quickly, Greta, for I have a game for us after breakfast.”
“Oh, Daddy, could you tell me now? I’m so excited to be able to play with you.”
“Let’s hurry and eat, and then I’ll explain the game completely.”
“Okay, Daddy. Oh, my goodness, the pancakes are delicious…so is the ham, and the coffee.”
Greta and Charles quickly finished their meal, and then Charles sat Greta on her bed as he began to explain the game.
Chapter 4
“Greta, you enjoy parties don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy. I like them very much!”
“Well, this party we’ll be fun for you, me, and a few of daddy’s friends.”
“What will we do at this party, daddy?”
“The first thing we will do is work off some of the calories which were contained in our big breakfast…is that okay with you?”
“Sure, Daddy.”
“Greta, I want you to pretend that I’m your daddy who has just returned from war. You’re very happy to see me, and you want to meet all my sexual needs like a wife, since my wife has died and you are my only daughter. Do you understand?”
“Oh, daddy, that sounds so very romantic! I’d love to do it!”
Charles told Greta just to follow his lead in everything, and not to worry if she messed up since this was just a pretend play. At this point he walked out the door, stayed for a few seconds, and then walked in. Greta was still naked, and she acted as if she were about to take a shower when her daddy’s return took her by surprise. She ran to his open arms, threw her arms around his neck, and smothered him with “welcome home” kisses on the mouth. Charles picked her up and swung her around the room, finally dropping her on the bed. He quickly undressed and then dove between her legs, licking her delicious cunt and sucking her aroused clitoris.
Greta spoke almost breathlessly, “Daddy, I’ve missed you so much! Please don’t be upset with me, but I just must taste your big penis and make it hard. I want you inside me, too. Is that okay, daddy?”
The shot had taken effect, and she struggled to find his growing penis. Sensing her need, however, he held her off and brought her to a quick orgasm, pushing one finger up her ass as he licked, sucked, and gently chewed her clitoris. When her thrashing about had settled down, she reached for his penis and held it along with his balls in gentle hands as she licked and sucked the big knob and then slid his manhood completely into her mouth. She sucked it in and out as she licked the large vein on the underside of his penis. In a few minutes he was spraying several globs of white-hot sperm into her mouth, and she was swallowing it all. When the ejaculations had ended, Greta licked her daddy clean of all his sperm.
“That was delicious, daddy! I want to do it some more!” she said, and she continued sucking him into a new erection.
After a few minutes, Charles pulled his penis from Greta’s mouth and used his new found hardness to penetrate his “daughter’s” wet pussy and fuck her to another mind-bending orgasm before he once more filled her hot depths with his spunk.
Lying in their afterglow, Charles said, “Honey, you’ve done very well in this game so far, and you’re very close to winning. Would you like to continue?”
“Oh, yes, daddy! I love this game! Let’s play it all day long!”
Chapter 5
Charles and his two kidnapping friends had hired 3 illegal Mexican immigrants, all with large genital packages, had given them $100.00 each for the day, and had transported them from the place of hiring to the remote captivity location. The immigrants were kept in the back of a closed van and could not view the route taken from one site to the other. Now they found themselves in a wonderful house with fabulous furnishings, and were immediately treated to a sumptuous feast before they began their “work” for the day.
“Greta, dear, I know you’ll love the second part of this game!” “Daddy has brought one of his best army buddies home, and I’d like for you to be especially nice to him just as you were to your daddy. Do you promise me that you’ll do your best to make my friend happy?”
“Of course, daddy,” Greta laughingly said, taking great delight in this new game. “You know I’d do anything to please you.”
Greta couldn’t believe how easily she had acquiesced to the demands that Charles had required of her. In two short weeks she had become a slave, and she never sensed the transformation.
William had briefed the three temporary employees as to their roles in the little game which Charles was playing with Greta. When the first of the three entered Greta’s room, however, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The most beautiful woman he had ever encountered, naked, and waiting to give him the fucking of a lifetime.
“Greta, honey, I would like for you to meet one of my best army buddies. You should call him Uncle Pedro.”
“Uncle Pedro! My daddy speaks very highly of you, and he’d like for me to entertain you while you’re here.”
“Greta, you’ve become a beautiful young lady since the last time I saw you.”
“And you’re more handsome than ever, Uncle,” said the playful Greta.
“Greta, I have some work to do, so I’ll leave you with Uncle Pedro for awhile. I’ll be back before too long, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.”
And with those parting words, Charles left the room.
“Wow, sweetie!” said Pedro. When Charles and I were dodging bullets in Iraq, he talked about you all the time. But nothing could prepare me for how beautiful you’ve become!”
“That is so sweet, Uncle Pedro. Are you tired? If you are, we can lie down for awhile.”
“I’d like that very much, Greta. Do you mind if I give you a kiss?”
“Of course not. Where are my manners?”
Greta stepped toward Pedro and found herself lifted by her naked bottom from the floor as Pedro enveloped her tight young body and carried her to the bed. In just a moment, he was kissing, licking, and sucking her delicious young pussy.
Chapter 4
Pedro’s hands were squeezing Greta’s large breasts as his tongue worked its magic on her clitoris. With the cry of a woman reaching a huge climax, Greta came within a few minutes. Pedro licked her abundant pussy juices like a man who has wandered upon an oasis in the desert. Having divested himself of his clothing, and without giving the poor girl a rest, he rolled her over
and entered her young vagina from behind.
“Yes, Uncle, please fuck my young pussy. I’ve always wanted to have you inside me. Ugh! Ugh! This feels great!”
He pounded her with his large penis until she had experienced another orgasm, then he ejaculated his sperm into her young fertile womb.
“Oh, Uncle Pedro, I’ve never been given so much pleasure, and I’ve never seen a penis as large as yours.”
Having gotten his own needs met, and being completely spent, Pedro excused himself with just a few words. “Honey, I gotta’ leave now. I’ve got an important meeting with your daddy.”
“Okay, Uncle Pedro. I wish you could stay longer but I understand. Please come back and see me again.”
Pedro, still not quite believing his amazing good fortune, dressed quickly and left Greta lying naked on the bed.
After about half an hour Charles re-entered Greta’s room. He had given her plenty of time to take a shower, dry herself, and put on the scrumptious scent that she always wore. “Greta, did you enjoy having Uncle Pedro here?”
“Oh, yes daddy…very much. He was wonderful!”
“Well, sweetie, the game is about over, and you’re doing very well. I believe you’re going to win!”
“Let me introduce you to Uncle Jaime, and Uncle Juan. They’re here for a short visit, and I need for you to entertain them the way you did Uncle Pedro.”
“Wow! I’ll be happy to! Uncle Jaime and Uncle Juan, would you like to come to bed with me?”
Jaime and Juan immediately removed their clothing and climbed into Greta’s bed. She reached out for their deflated penises and started to give one of them a blowjob as she gave the other a hand job. The two uncles began to suck Greta’s large breasts as one of them finger-fucked her wet pussy. Jaime was the first to roll over on his back and pull Greta on to his hard cock.
“Oh, Uncle Jaime, your cock is stretching my little pussy. It feels great!”
“Si, sobrinita (yes, little niece),” and your pussy is so smooth around my cock! I love it!”
Juan waited for a while as Jaime drove his penis into Greta’s pussy. When Greta’s juices began to flow from her soaking wet cunt, Juan gathered them and applied them generously to her asshole. He also spit on her anus and his cock and then pushed his manhood into her ass. Greta gave several grunts as she felt the pain of this double penetration, but she did not deny either uncle of their chosen fuck holes.
“Uncle Juan, I can’t believe how painful your cock was to begin with, but how great it feels now!”
“Yes, sweetheart, and I love your tight ass, too!”
After several minutes of hard fucking, both uncles emptied their balls into Greta. They both kept their manhood inside Greta’s holes until their cocks became deflated. At that point, Greta licked their penises clean and lay down between them. Each man then rolled toward Greta and continued sucking her fabulous breasts.
Both men dressed and left Greta’s room and Charles re-entered. “I suppose you’re too tired to fuck your daddy.”
“Absolutely not, daddy! How would you like it, pussy or ass?”
“Down girl! You and I’ll have plenty of time together. Now is time for your nap before we meet for dinner, okay.”
“Daddy! You know I would do anything you ask of me. You own me now. I’m at your complete disposal. I just wondered if I had won the game and what my reward would be.”
“I’ll let you know that at dinner, so that you can share your happiness with Anna and Lori.”
“Okay, daddy!” She said as she drifted quickly off to sleep.
Chapter 5
Due to the arrangements of the girls’ rooms, and the HVAC ducts which supplied heating and air conditioning to the rooms, Lori new that something special was going to happen today. So when William entered her room, she had already assumed the position for her daily injection. Once the injection was given, she seemed almost immediately in a positive, talkative mood.
“Is this party day for us today, master?” Oddly enough, Lori had begun using this means of addressing William on her own, and he liked it.
“Don’t you think every day is a party day, Lori?”
“Of course, but with all the hustling and bustling, I just thought today was going to be even more fun than it usually is.”
“Do you think it’s fun being held captive by 3 men at least 20 years your senior?”
“Being able to walk around naked is fun, being able to display ourselves to the hidden cameras is fun, being able to dress up in a new nightgown every night is fun. And having sex with you is always fun, master. Am I going to enjoy that tonight?”
William knew that the drugs he had given the girls were all identical dosages, but they had worked more quickly on Lori from the beginning, and now she seemed to be utterly committed to him.
“Check your closet, Lori. And don’t forget to examine the box on the shelf above. You have exactly two hours from right now to put on your pre-selected dress, along with all its accessories, fix your hair exactly the way you want it…and do your makeup so that it matches the entire ensemble. Tonight you and I will be joining the others in the main ballroom for drinks, dancing, and a special dinner.”
“Oh, master, Oh, master”…Lori was left somewhat speechless by William’s description of everything. She ran and hugged him with her large breasts pushing against his chest as she put both arms around his neck in an erotic hug that she was not soon to relinquish.
At this point, William had to forcefully remove her loving arms from his neck, and said, “Okay, I guess I have time to fuck you once, but then no more fooling around…you need to be ready by 7pm.”
“Oh, thank you, master. I’ll do my best to please you!”
The fact that Lori was already naked made getting ready for sex a good bit easier than it might have been. William quickly removed his clothes and climbed into bed with his beautiful blonde slave, moving his mouth to service her nipples as he moved his fingers to gently service her clit.
After a while in that position, she climbed over him to take his penis into her mouth and he was presented with her vagina to kiss, lick, suck, and nibble gently on her labia and clitoris. He was rewarded with muffled moaning as she continued her fellatio. He also inserted a finger into her pussy and immediately found her g-spot, which he attended with the proper amount of attention to bring her to an extremely quick orgasm.
After her joyful cries and trembling had ended, he rolled her over on her back and watched as her natural breasts rolled off to either side of her chest. He mounted her and penetrated her womanhood in one sudden movement, and then he began a slow, in-and-out repetitive motion that had produced the muffled moans earlier. These moans, however, were not muffled…they began with a barely audible sound, and they gradually increased in volume, as did the words she began to utter.
“Oh my God, sweet master, please fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Oh, I love to feel your big cock in my tight little cunt! Yes, master, right there! Yes, yes, yes, Oh God, I’m going to come!”
She screamed in a body-wracking climax just as William erupted in a huge ejaculation which filled the young girl’s womb. He rolled over to her side, and she immediately placed her blonde head on his shoulder and her large breasts up against his arm. Several minutes went by as they both enjoyed their afterglow. To Lori it was as if they were a newly married couple on their honeymoon, but she and the other girls were soon to find out that this blissful existence was not to have the least resemblance to a honeymoon.
Chapter 6
William had left her room, and Lori was exploring her closet to find just the right dress for what she thought was going to be a wonderful fun-filled night of dinner and dancing. She was completely awestruck at the diamond, ruby, and sapphire jewelry that she found in the box on the shelf above the dresses. At the same time, Anna and Gena were also joyfully getting ready for the same festivities. What none of them found in their closets were either bras or panties. They all contented themselves, however, with beautiful matching shoes. Each girl took special pains with her make-up so that she got the best natural look possible. Meanwhile a selected group of individuals, each of whom had cheerfully paid their usual $50,000 entry fee for the night, had gathered in the ballroom. These men and women all belonged to an elite club of very wealthy people who had particular sexual appetites. Those appetites included fulfilling sexual fetishes with tall, blonde, big-breasted, Swedish girls. The girls had been anticipating a special dinner for the night, but little did they know that they were the special dinner.
The list of attendees at this gathering included Philip, an internet billionaire; Donald, owner of a fleet of cargo ships; Elizabeth, heiress to a pharmaceutical fortune; Terrence, real estate mogul; Faisal, an international banker; Kristina, member of a royal family; Xavier, leader of a large drug cartel; Chloe, owner of a large Australian diamond mine; and Naoki, a Japanese industrialist.
Each girl was now completely dressed, ready, and waiting with eagerness in her room when her respective captor entered, holding a hypodermic needle and a glass of water. Each was told to swallow a single pill and then assume her position for her second injection of the day. None of the girls questioned her master’s purpose in these extra preparations; all of them trusted their masters implicitly—and in just 2 weeks.
The girls were then assembled in a much larger bedroom and were given these instructions: “Tonight you will meet a very special group of people. They all will make certain demands of you, and you will meet those demands cheerfully and without any hesitation or questioning. Do you understand?”
And each of the girls responded, “Yes, sir,” except for Lori, who answered, “Yes, master.” All of the girls, however, were wearing radiant smiles on their beautiful faces.
Moments later the girls entered the main ballroom and were introduced to the guests by their captors. The names of the guests, however, were not given to the girls. One of the guests, Donald, raised his arm in a gesture toward the girls as he spoke to the women in his group.
“Ladies first!”
Elizabeth, Kristina, and Chloe were unlike the girls as well as unlike each other; but they all shared a common attribute—large bosoms. All three of the guests enjoyed the same fetishes with women. They liked to suckle breasts at the same time theirs were being suckled. They also enjoyed mutual cunnilingus and French kissing. And they shared the desire to be choked as they climaxed. All these instructions were given to the girls and they quickly warmed to their tasks.
The men in the group sat in a large circle and sipped their drinks as they prepared to view the female entertainment.
Anna moved to Elizabeth as Gena paired off with Kristina and Lori with Chloe. The girls began to remove their guests’ clothing and immediately discovered that the women wore no more than they did. The ladies responded by stripping the girls of their dresses.
The nude women then began to explore each other’s naked bodies. Lori found Chloe’s breasts to have dark, wide aureoles and thick nipples. Anna saw that Elizabeth’s pussy was shaved bare the same as her own. Gena squeezed Kristina’s large breasts as she engaged her mouth with a deep kiss and sucked on Kristina’s delicious tongue.
The girls and their bosomy guests rushed into sexual concert as if they might never have another chance. The men who sat observing found it hard to believe that these beautiful young women had become such willing sex slaves in only a 2-week time period. All three couples engaged heartily in the various fetishes of each lady guest, and the room was filled with the sounds of moaning and loud orgasms. After each of the guests had sampled the sexual offerings of each girl, the young slaves were given a short rest period before tending to their male counterparts.
When the rest time had expired, Lori was quickly teamed up with Donald and Naoki, both of whom had already divested themselves of their clothing and had been waiting for their turn with the girls. Greta was entertaining a naked Philip and an equally naked Terrence, whereas Anna was servicing Xavier and Faisal.
At this point in the proceedings, all three girls were covered with aromatic oil as their erogenous zones became lubricated for the festivities to follow. The men of each threesome seemed to enjoy sucking their captive’s nipples, biting them and twisting and pulling them as the girls all cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. From the breasts, the men moved seamlessly to a fellatio-coitus combination in which each girl received an explosion of sperm in her mouth and pussy.
The men changed positions and each girl then bore the responsibility of sucking the male pair of her new threesome to a renewed erection. Then each girl was treated to a double penetration, which brought each member of each threesome to orgasm. At that point the girls found their pussies again filled with more sperm while their asses got their first filling.
Finally, the last change of threesome members took place, and the fisting began. If each of the girls had found it difficult to accept a large penis in her pussy at the same time another one was pumping her ass, this last test would be the acid test for the night’s final event—the auction.
Greta and Anna, having had more experience sexually, were each able to accept one fist in the pussy and another in the ass. Lori cried out in such terrible pain from the exercise of this particular fetish that she was unable to continue. She wept inconsolably, however, not because of the extreme pain in her genitals; she was disappointed that she had failed her master.
Lori moved to William as quickly as her damaged body would allow and threw her arms around him in a desperate hug that begged forgiveness for her inability to please his guests.
“I’m so sorry master…so sorry…please master…please forgive me. Please let me have another chance to win the game. I’m so very, very sorry.” Her utterances were racked with violent sobs that made understanding them extremely difficult.
William lifted Lori into his arms as if she were a feather. “Lori dear, don’t worry. You haven’t failed me. You actually won the game!” Now it’s time to see how much money you actually brought me.
Lori’s tears quickly dried up and a big smile came over her angelic face. “Do you really mean it, master? Did I really win?”
“Yes, sweetie. Our guests all desired to have the girl with the tightest vagina and anus. That just happened to be you. And now you three will be auctioned off to the highest bidder.”
The girls were all circulated to the guests for some final fucking, sucking, and whatever the guests had in mind to do to their beautiful booty. The hosts were extremely excited with the fine reception the nurses had gotten from their prospective buyers. The girls at this time did not know that they would soon become the exclusive property of one of the guests, and that they would most likely be divided so that they would not only miss seeing any loved ones back home, but would miss the company of the other nurses.
And so the auction began. Faisal had fancied Greta from the very beginning. He was determined to add her to his harem and so he took possession of Greta for the mere sum of $775,000 after only 5 bids. Anna had been the source of Chloe’s multi-orgasms that night, something Chloe had never experienced in her life. Chloe actually felt that Anna might become her life partner. And so as the auction continued Anna went to Chloe for $940,000 on the 8th bid. But the bidding lasted several minutes for Lori, who had impressed every man in the group. The bidding actually started at $1 million by Donald and was quickly raised half a million by Terrence. Xavier placed a bid of $2 million and was outbid immediately by Phillip at $2.5 million.
At this point Naoki made an offer of $3 million, and the auction began to slow down. One host would increase the amount a few thousand dollars and another would counter with a few thousand more. Several minutes was spent with bids being increased in small amounts until Lori was finally auctioned to Naoki for $4.25 million. His bid was several hundred thousands of dollars higher than the previous bid, and with his bid all bidding came to an end. As soon as the auction had ceased, the new masters took possession of their slaves, saw that they were dressed in the most beautiful attire suitable to the region in which they would be living, and removed them to their various modes of transportation—mostly personal custom jets. The slaves had performed to the perfect delight of their former masters. The night had gone far beyond the expectations of the captors. The final pill each had taken along with their final injection had finished the transformation from nurse to sexual slave. The three girls would find their new identity with their buyers as the best possible thing that could have ever happened to them. Now the captors bore the new responsibility of securing another trio of beautiful girls for their next adventure in human trafficking.

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Predatrix Two: Revenge and Betrayal

In the last story, Michael figured out that the Predatrix pill did work by fucking one of his student’s mothers, Ashley Kennedy, in the bathroom. Jane, Michael’s colleague and crush, had caught them and this steamy sex-filled chapter starts from with Jane’s falling out with Michael.

Amy’s Deception

Amy is Megan’s twin sister.
Amy walked downstairs to the home theater room and sat down heavily in a large chair opposite of her sister Megan and Megan’s Boyfriend Shaun. Megan and Shaun had been going out for nearly four months and Amy was severally jealous to say the least. After all they were identical twins both looked exactly alike. Both were dark brunettes with long straight hair. They often sunbathed together, and many times nude in the walled off backyard. Their ocean blue eyes always teased the guys as they looked down from the twins faces to their 36C breasts. Followed by two smooth stomachs and a pair of slender legs that brought both of their petite bodies up to a sultry 5’4”. Only a few small facial features told them apart, and they both had nearly the same voice. Amy found her self thinking Why? Why why why had she gotten the hunk and I got squat? These were not new questions that Amt asked her self but they raged in her as her sister and Shaun cuddled in the love seat next to her.
The Twins parents were both out on a business trip and trusted that there daughters could take care of themselves for a weekend. Amy and Megan were actually good kids, but even good kids don’t mind taking advantage of a rare opportunity. So as soon as mom and dad had gotten out of sight Megan called Shaun and here he has been for the last 6 hours. Amy had come home earlier from another friends to loud moaning emanating from her sister’s room. Amy cocked her head intrigued, she slammed the door and heard a commotion of movement which she could only guess was them scrambling for cloths. Amy made her way upstairs to her room. When she walked up to her sis’s room Megan came out breathing heavily
“oh sis its just you.” she sighed and visibly relaxed “I thought it might be mom and dad coming back to get something they forgot”
“that Shaun?” Amy asked peaking over her shoulder.
Megan blushed “Yeah but we weren’t doing anything…….really we weren’t” Amy just stared at her sister with the I don’t believe a word your saying face. “look lets all do something together we can get make some dinner watch a movie together!” Shaun walked out with a hickey he was so obviously trying to hide.
“That sounds great to me” he said a little too unenthusiasticly “what about you Amy? Up for it?” Having nothing else to do Amy agreed. She soon regretted agreeing as it only made her day worse, watching them flirt and cuddle, only remind her of what she didn’t have. They ordered pizza and talked and played board games. But always there was a underlining tension of sexual frustration. Many times during there games Amy found herself staring at Shaun’s crotch getting wet fantasizing about what her sister got to get her hands on. By the end of the night they laid in the home theater just finishing some action movie that Amy had hardly paid attention to. With a great yawn Megan untangled her self from Shaun’s arms and walked over to Amy yawning on the way. They began to clean up taking the pizza and dishes upstairs. Shaun just stared at them
“You to look so alike I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it, especially in this light I can hardly tell you apart!” he laughed. Megan just smiled and kept cleaning, being used to these kinds of comments. But after a day of sexual frustration this triggered Amy to start fantasying that Shaun might mistake her for her sister one day. Amy grinned silently as the thought made her more and more aroused.
Taking all the plates upstairs they cleaned and washed and loaded the dish washer. Megan glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 1am.
“I’m going to bed, I’m beat and I got work tomorrow” Megan yawned “Could you tell Shaun I’ll call him after work. I don’t want him spending the night just encase mom and dad come home for some reason.”
“Sure sis don’t worry I’ll take care of the rest of the dishes.” Amy said trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.
Megan was so tired she didn’t even notice there were no dishes left. “aww thanks sis your the best.” she walked straight to bed.
Amy sat in the kitchen and left the water running pretending to be cleaning and putting dishes away. After 15 minutes she crept upstairs and found her sister fast asleep. Amy tip toed back to her room slipped out of her cloths and grabbed a red bra with a matching red thong. Sliding her hands down her body Amy felt the curves of her slender stomach down to her bald pussy. Puffing red as she got more turned on by the thought of tricking her sisters boyfriend in to fucking her silly. Her pussy juices started sliding down her thigh as she gently massaged her clit. Moping up the stream down her leg, she pushed the thong against her pussy soaking it with her wetness. An impish grin spread across her face as she started to make her way downstairs.
Shaun sat on the huge couch laying back partially dozing off when all the sudden the lights dimmed down and he sat up and saw a sight that got him instantly hard. His eyes moved up the naked tanned flesh of the goddesses legs, coming to the dark red thong that he could tell was soaked through, he inhaled and the smell of her wet pussy assaulted his nose for the whole way across the room. A Flat curved stomach ran up to a bursting red bra looking as if the front hook was about to burst from the pressure. The dim light threw a shadow across her face, he grinned to him self.
“Your sister asleep?” he asked licking his lips in anticipation.
Amy sauntered her way over the couch swinging her hips loving how his eyes filled with more lust the closer she got to him. She bent at the waist sticking out her ass and dropping her hands to his knee, her arms pushing up her tits in her already strained bra. She leaned her head to his ear and seductively whispered
“She’s out like a light” giving a little giggle Amy started nibbling his ear as she pressed her body forward climbing on top of him as they both fell back long ways on to the couch. Amy reached down and pulled up his shirt. Kissing along his jaw, she locked her lips to his. Her tongue aggressively exploring his mouth. Straddling his body Amy ground her wet pussy roughly in to his lap massaging the massive bulge through his pants with her wet pussy. Shaun moaned audibly and slid his hands down the smooth curves of Amy’s body cupping her ass as she repeatedly ground her pussy in to his caged cock. He gave her ass a squeeze before playfully but firmly smacking her ass.
A small yelp escaped Amy’s lips as the smack took her completely by surprise, his hand came back and smacked her ass a second time and Amy yelped in pleasure, each smack sent shock waves through her body too her clit and made her body quiver in pleasure. Raking her hands gently across his muscular chest “I need you inside me!” she panted. Amy unmounted him and stood up next to the couch and proceeded to sexily stripped her red pussy soaked thong off her body wiggling her tight ass as she slid the thong slowly over her hips and down her slender legs. Shaun unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and Amy grabbed the end and pulled bringing off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. Standing in just a bursting red thong Amy sauntered over and climbed on top grabbing his hard throbbing cock in her and and positioned it at the entrance to her wet pussy. Amy lowered her pussy engulfing just the head of his cock teasing him as she slowly fucked the tip of his dick.
“Please oh god stop teasing me” Shaun begged almost sounding in tears. “I want your pussy so bad!” Smiling to her self in satisfaction of his begging and becoming to horny from the sound of his voice to control herself Amy buried his cock deep inside her pussy. Simultaneous moans escaped the twos lips as they shouted out in pleasure. “oh goddd your pussssy is sooo wet if feels so good baby!” Shaun called out to the empty room. Amy shouted in ecstasy as she rode Shaun’s cock faster and faster. He was better than she imagined and her hips rode him harder.
Shaun’s hands explored her body while she bounced up and down on his hard cock, feeling her stomach and abs the roamed up her moving body he pushed them under the lining of her bra cupping her breasts and massaging them with his hands. The claps in front broke and flew part as it couldn’t handled the added pressure. The bra fell away and Amy’s firm tanned 36C tits spilled out in front of him. Amy moans grew even louder as he fondled and lightly pinched Amy’s nipples, “oh baby that feels so good” she shouted as Shaun sat himself up and began massaging Amy’s tits with his tongue. Amy buried his face in to her tits “don’t stop! DONT STOP! I’M GOING TO CUM OH GOD!” Their fucking reached a fevered jack hammering pace. Shaun wrapped his arm around her waist pulled her down, burying his huge cock deep inside of Amy’s wet pussy, and with his other hand gave her ass one last hard smack. Amy saw spots as her wet pussy clamped down on Shaun’s dick, as the waves of her orgasm shot through her.
“YESSSSS ITS SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHH” Amy screamed as her body contorted in pleasure. For moments she sat up right rigid in the troughs of ecstasy. After many minutes her muscles relaxed from fatigue and she fell forward limply on to Shaun’s body. We lay on top of him quivering as the aftershocks ran through her body like mini orgasms. Finally the orgasm completely subsided she looked up at Shaun dreamily “your the god of sex, oh I wish you could fuck me everyday.”
“your wish is my command” he replied chuckling.
“ohhh not done I see” Amy whispered as she felt Shaun’s cock still rock hard inside her. Amy lifted her body off of his cock and slid down his body, licking her juices off his shaft “a cock this nice should get some attention dont you think” Amy murmured sexily, Shaun could only groan in response as his cock was engulfed in to Amy’s hot mouth. Amy sucked hard and fast, using her tongue to tease him before swallowing him in her mouth and deep throating him to the point of no return before backing off just enough to make him wait. “FUCK I have to cum please baby it feels so good.” Amy grinned and released his cock out of her wet mouth with a pop “your wish is my command” she smiled back at him. Amy grabbed her huge tits and wrapped his cock in between her soft tits. Pressing them around his cock she moved up and down titty fucking his cock. Shaun’s eyes rolled up in his head as the feeling knocked him down. “ohhhh cum for me baby, give me all your hot come, ohh come on baby cum for me please cummmm” Amy’s begging got louder and faster as she titty fucked his cock faster and faster. “Oh god Megan i’m going to CUM!” Shaun yelled out as the cum boiled to the erupting point in his balls. —
Suddenly the lights switched on to full, “Hey sis I heard –“ Shaun looked over and his eyes met his girlfriends across the room. A long moan escaped his lips a rope of cum exploded from his cock caking his girlfriends sisters face as her tits kept fucking him even as the lights came on.
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Yufuin

When Alex and Reina arrived at the Japanese inn for their romantic getaway they both develop a crush on their teenage hostess and set about seducing her.

The Secret Agent vol. I

This is the story of a fledgling secret agent named Jeanette on her first mission. It is also my first attempt at erotic fiction. Only the beginning of Jeanette’s transformative journey is chronicled here. If the response is positive, and there is enough demand, I would like to continue her story eventually. But if that never happens, consider this just a dirty little experiment for me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing.

The Secret Agent vol. I

This is the story of a fledgling secret agent named Jeanette on her first mission. It is also my first attempt at erotic fiction. Only the beginning of Jeanette’s transformative journey is chronicled here. If the response is positive, and there is enough demand, I would like to continue her story eventually. But if that never happens, consider this just a dirty little experiment for me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing.

Summer in the UK Pt. 4: The Float Trip

Hey guys, this is my fourth installation of this series and I hope you like it. As with all of my stories, I go for more sex than I do for storyline. Feel free to like my story or give me a comment