The Battered Lamp Chapter Three: The Witch of Amber
Christy catches Kyle with Chyna, while his sister and Aaliyah wait at home with a sexy surprise!
Male / Females
Harry Potter Loves You Part 2
Part two: Making it up.
Hermione walked down the stairs, to the main floor. Here, Harry had rebuilt the house on an open plan. Almost without exception, every part of this floor could be seen from every other. It made for a rather intimate setting, regardless where one was. The kitchen and dining areas were joined across a granite topped bar that seated four. Both could be seen from the lounge through an arch wide enough to encompass parts of both rooms. The deeply carpeted lounge itself was sunken about thirty centimeters, and was about five or so, metres by seven, accessible by steps on three sides, and surrounded by a one and a half metre, polished maple walkway all the way around it. A wall of glass panels, framed by red cedar allowed access to the back porch, which faced the west, and usually provided a glorious sunset almost every evening.
“Harry?” Hermione walked into Harry’s kitchen. Winky was standing by just as she’d promised. Harry was busily…too busily…tending something in a pan.
She stepped across the kitchen, and touched his arm lightly. He immediately stiffened. It wasn’t rejection, really, but Hermione was rather put out anyway.
“Harry, we need to talk.” She took his arm in hers, and drew him from the stove. Harry came along, but more like a puppet than a man. Hermione was worried. In all the years she’d known him, he’d never been this tractable before. Harry normally resisted anything that he didn’t like. It was what had gotten him through his battle with Voldemort, and unfortunately what had kept him from finding a job. He had enough money to last his lifetime, and several dozen more, but that wasn’t the point. Harry wasn’t the type to go meekly into anything. Most employers hated that attitude, especially as it was usually accompanied by his refusal to endorse their particular cause. It had gotten him a nasty reputation as being ‘unreasonable’.
Hermione understood where the rebellion had come from, and why. She cursed the names ‘Dursley’ and ‘Dumbledore’ with all her heart. But this compliance was troublesome, and yet she knew why.
Now, however, he seemed like a little scare boy, afraid he done something wrong, she had to clear the air.
“Harry, please sit with me. I have to talk with you.” Hermione pleaded, dragging him toward the lounge.
“But the…” Harry protested, gesturing helplessly toward the scallops he’d been sautéing in wine.
“Winky will handle it. Come with me. Please?”
Harry nodded his head and surrendered the spatula to Winky, who accepted it happily. The two of them left the kitchen and entered the sunken lounge. They sat on the overstuffed couch, side by side.
“Harry” Hermione began. “I discovered something awful, today.”
The tone of her voice, alerted Harry to a real problem. He turned his head sharply and took her hands in his. Inwardly Hermione smiled, seeing his instinctive need to protect others, especially Her she knew.
“What’s wrong, Hermione? Is there anything I can do?”
“Actually, yes. Ron came home today, Harry. He’d been drinking. He kissed me hard, pulled my clothing off, and threw me on the bed, where he proceeded to shag me rotten.”
His body dropped “Hermione, this is something I really don’t want to hear about.” The pain in Harry’s voice was plain. Hermione hated herself for thrusting this into his face so abruptly, but she knew he’d have to know. He made a move to get up. Only her clutching his hands prevented it. Feeling how tight she held him, he looked at her questioningly. She could tell he was hurting, but knew if she tried to comfort him, the way he lower his head, he’d only pull away again. She had to finish what she started, although it was hurting both of them.
“Harry, I’m not saying this to hurt you. Really, I’m not. It’s all a part of this. Look at me”
Harry hesitated a moment, then: “All right, then.” He still sounded doubtful, slowly looked her in the eyes, She choked, She could see the pain in his eyes, he gestured her to continue.
“Harry, afterwards, when he was falling asleep, he had a smile on his face…a rather nasty smile, actually. I asked him why. He was too sleepy and likely too drunk to censor what he was saying. Well to make a long story short… Harry, in sixth year, Ron threw your note to me into the fire. He told me that you were gay, and that’s why you weren’t interested in me!”
“He told you I was gay? Ron started that rumor!?!” His shoulders jerked in angry, but dropped again and dropped his eyes. Damn this is hurting him.
“Yes.” She whispered. “Harry, that’s the only reason I went with him and not you. I have always loved you, you saved my life, after all, but I felt if you had no feelings for me, other than as a best friend, I would be that best friend. I wouldn’t intrude on your romantic life. I didn’t know at the time you were really interested in me. Ron lied to me”
“Hermione, I wasn’t just ‘interested’ in you. I’m in love with you. I have been almost from the first. I just couldn’t…” Harry quietly managed to say
“Couldn’t what, Harry.” She asked quietly, knowing the answer before he spoke it. “Tell me you loved me, or take me from Ron?”
“Either. Hermione, realizing if I were to declare my love for you before I learned to occlude my mind, ol’ Voldyface would have it out of me in a minute. He’d take you and he’d torture you, hurt you, possibility to death, just to get me to lie down and die. And I would have, I would rather die than let anything happen to you. As for the other, Ron’s one of my two best mates. He’s been my mate since before we got to know you. He was the very first friend my own age I ever had. I couldn’t just ruin his happiness because I was jealous.”
“Why not, Harry. That’s exactly what he did!”
“I know. I know that now, but, Hermione, I didn’t know that until now. Don’t you see?”
“Yes, you unselfish, over-giving idiot!” She growled. “I understand entirely too well. You seem to feel everyone in the world has the right to be loved… except you!”
In one swift movement, Hermione had straddled Harry’s lap and had his head trapped in her hands, and her mouth glued to his. Harry struggled until her tongue entered his mouth. Then, feeling the kiss for the first time. Tasting Hermione, for the first time, massaging her tongue with his, for the first time. All thoughts of resistance evaporated from his head. Harry wrapped his arms around her body and returned the kiss, as he wanted to give her for so long!
Now it was Hermione’s chance to be shocked. She’d never thought Harry could kiss this well. It was nothing like with Ron. Ron was an excellent kisser, and all, but there was always something missing. Now, it felt…right! It felt like this was the something she’d been without…and for far too long! She could feel his soul, his love. Below, she also felt another response. She sighed happily into his mouth knowing he really did have feelings for her.
Harry broke the kiss. Hermione moaned in loss, until he whispered: “Dobby’s coming.”
Hermione slipped off his lap, leaving an unfortunate indicator of their interrupted passion. Harry adjusted himself as discretely as possible, and they faced each other, once more.
“This isn’t over, Harry, my love, later, I am going to show you exactly how deserving of love you really are.” she thought to herself ‘eat you’re going to need your strength’.
Dobby entered and announced “dinner“. Harry stood, and held out his hand. Hermione took it, and rose as well. Together, they entered the dining room.
Dinner was a quiet and peaceful time. What Harry had begun, Winky had finished. They ate scallops in a buttery wine sauce, a tossed pasta and fruit salad in a tart vinaigrette, glazed baby carrots with tarragon, fresh baked bread and a nice light ale. Hermione made sure to keep the topics of discussion light.
When they’d finished, Harry and Hermione adjourned to the lounge. Winky brought coffee and biscuits then vanished. Hermione could see the elves polishing the kitchen, thoroughly. Although she could see Dobby speaking to his mate, she couldn’t hear anything, and assumed the elves had cast a silencing charm over the doorway.
Harry poured their coffees, fixing each cup the way they took it. Hermione’s had milk and a bit of honey. Harry took his black, with, as Hermione always said, far too much sugar.
Music played from concealed speakers. This piece was a minor piano concerto by Tchaikovsky. Harry’s taste in music ran a rather eclectic gamut. He had ABBA, AC/DC, and Blue Oyster Cult, as well as Weird Al and Cheech & Chong . Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart and Prokofiev stood on the shelf beside The Beatles, Aerosmith, Pink Floyd, and ELO. Rachmaninoff and Shostakovich shared the shelf with Louis Armstrong and The Who. A Tina Turner album leaned up against a rare collection of Igor Stravinsky
They sipped their coffees in comfortable silence, content to just let the soothing music wash through their souls.
Hermione set her cup on the coffee table. She took his and said: “That was a lovely dinner, Harry. And now, I owe you a major apology.” She set his cup beside hers, and again, climbed onto his lap. She tugged her sensible woolen skirt up to free her legs.
Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that the knickers Hermione wore that evening, were rather translucent, showing her nest of light brown curls quite well. What got him, though, were the words written across the front of the panty. They read: “If you are reading this, this is your lucky day!” He recognized the silly gift he’d given to her for her and Ron’s anticipated wedding night.
This time, she just held his head gently. “Harry. I’m sorry. I never knew you felt this way about me. If I had, I promise, Ron would never have stood a chance.”
“Hermione.” Harry protested quietly. “You don’t owe me an apology. Ron told me you wanted him. I decided then, that if you only wanted me as a friend, I would be the best friend I could be. I never meant to…”
“I know, Harry. Believe it or not, Ron put it best. He said: “He’s too bloody noble!” Tonight, I don’t want you to be noble. Just my Love”
As she was speaking, Hermione had been slowly rocking her hips, pressing down rather firmly onto Harry’s increasingly blood filled organ. Harry groaned at the wonderful stimulation she was giving. He gripped her hips tightly in order to stop the torment. Hermione was having none of it, however. She grabbed his hands and firmly pressed them to her breasts. From the feel, he knew she wore nothing under the silk blouse. Her harden nipples felt fantastic
Wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck, she pressed her lips to his, invading his mouth and gently caressing his tongue. Together, they fought a peaceful battle for the available space.
Breaking the kiss, only when the desperate need for oxygen required it, Hermione whispered: “Hang on, tight!” and apparated them both to Harry’s room, sans her clothing! As Hermione had never seen Harry nude, she had to do it the old fashioned way. Still, his stripping was done with extreme dispatch. She literally tore his shirt open, scattering buttons every which way, and swiftly had his belt undone and his trousers around his ankles. She yanked down his briefs and pushed him forcibly backwards onto the bed. Harry, finally getting a clue, kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his pants.
Before Harry knew what was what, Hermione had straddled him again, grasped his now, rock-hard erection and impaled herself.
Harry growled his pleasure as the tight, hot and wet silken glove encased him fully.
For Hermione’s part, she cried out, eyes wide, as she discovered the ‘difference’ between Ron and Harry. Harry was quite a bit thicker and somewhat longer as well. ‘I guess it’s good to be short!’ She thought happily, squealing softly, as she rose and fell again, stretching tissues within her that Ron had never reached.
Harry wasn’t a virgin by any means. He’d had several women; muggles all, before he’d realized that they’d all left him cold. The sex was OK, but there was always something missing. Something vital.
Actually, it was a woman named Bethany Somethingorother, who clued him in.
Harry clearly recalled the post-coital conversation with the short, curly brown-haired teacher.
“What’s she like?” She had asked.
“Hmmm?” Harry replied, rather drifting. “Whazzat?”
“What’s this woman like? She obviously means a great deal to you, Jim, or you wouldn’t be trying so hard to replace her. Did she die in your war?” Bethany traced one of the many scars that crossed Harry’s chest.
“No. She’s alive.”
“What’s her name?”
“Hermione.”
“Pretty.”
“Yes, she is.”
“You love her.” It was not a question.
“Yes.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because, she’s with someone.”
“Someone you know?”
“Yea, my best mate.” Bethany sat up and eyed him oddly.
“Does she love you?”
“I used to think so. But things changed a few years ago.”
“What changed?”
“I wish I knew. I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend. I wanted to surprise her, so I asked Ron to give her a note asking her to meet me in the Room of Requi…well, a room in our school. She never showed. The next day, things changed between us. It all got…strange. Ron told me she had chosen him. Somehow, I must have scared her off.”
Bethany had climbed off the bed and dressed. Now she sat down beside him. “I can offer you one piece of advise. Find her. Ask her if she loves you.”
“I can’t. Ron loves Hermione, Hermione loves Ron. It wouldn’t be right.”
Bethany drew her knee to her chest. “Do they really love each other? What were they like before they began dating?”
“They rowed all the time. They still do, for that matter. It quite drives us all mad! Sometimes I think that they’re only happy when they’re fighting.”
“Oh, yeah! That sounds like true love to me!” She said sarcastically. “Listen, Harry…” She smiled as his eyes widened. “Yes. I do know who you are. Don’t worry. I won’t be selling an exclusive to The Daily Prophet.”
“Wouldn’t do you any good. I own a controlling interest in the paper. I bought the stock, first thing after I killed Voldemort, so they’d stop printing all that rubbish! I’d lived with it for most of my life, and I’d gotten rather sick of it!”
Bethany laughed brightly. “Harry, The only thing I can say is this: Go find her. Talk to her. I think, from what little you’ve told me, that there’s a bigger story here than you might know.” She stood, leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead, turned and walked out the door, leaving a pensive Harry Potter sitting on the bed in a small hotel in Kent.
Now, Harry had no such difficulty. With Hermione he found the ‘spark’ he’d been missing.
It was not sweet. It was not gentle. It was fiercely passionate. It was driving and pounding and violent and harsh!!! It was all that and it was much, much more. It was Hermione’s declaration of her unrelenting love for Harry. It was a sincere apology for his treatment at her hands…unknowing or not. And it was a promise. A promise for the future for them.
Harry didn’t last long. It had been a long while since Bethany, after all. Hermione fared little better. She’d gotten so worked up knowing she was going to have the boy…no, the man, that she’d wanted for so long. When Harry-the-man, stood aside, and Harry-the-beast, took control, Hermione unleashed her own animal to greet him.
They came within moments of each other. Harry climaxed first, with a strangled cry. He clutched her to him her in almost a death grip, with his face buried in the side of her neck. There was not a single inch of him that was not mashed into her so tightly they seemed to be one person! Hermione held Harry as tightly, reveling in the feel of his seed pulsing into her, feeling the over abundance of his hot essence being forced back between her inner wall and his wondrous cock, there as so much and with such a force it was gushing from her.
“Oh, God!” Hermione cried. She forced her head to the side and found Harry’s mouth waiting. Her own climax began as his began to subside. What surprised Hermione the most, was the White warm loving aura that encompassed them, as she came, shaking and shuddering, panting and sweating, Hermione rejoiced as her orgasm ripped through her!
Long minutes later, Hermione lifted her head. Harry gazed into her eyes, with a mixture of shock and love. Hermione saw he was bleeding from his mouth. She’d bitten him in her passion.
“Wow!” Harry whispered. He was astounded by this animal side of his bookish friend. “That was…was…”
“Wonderful!” She breathed.
“Yea.” Harry remained wrapped around her, and she around him.
“Mmmhmmm!” She returned. She kissed his bleeding lip. “I’m sorry, love.” She murmured.
“Don’t be. I’m not.” Harry’s eyes shone with a light she’d not seen in years! It was those lights behind his eyes that had first drawn her, and only now, after the fact, she realized the spark had gone out of those emerald eyes, the day after she had agreed to be Ron’s. Even his dramatic defeat of the greatest evil the wizarding world had known in a century was not enough to restore the glow. Nothing till now.
Hermione returned her mouth to his, probing deeply, tasting his blood on her tongue. She alternated between deep, soulful kisses to his mouth, and soft, languid brushes of her lips on his face and neck. Harry returned the favor in kind, gently pressing his lips wherever he could reach.
Deep within her, Hermione felt Harry begin to stiffen again. Feeling him grow large inside her, she began to slowly, carefully shift her hips.
Now, the panic was gone. The urgency spent. Harry and Hermione began to explore, to touch and caress. This time, it was all it had been before, but not as violent. This time, it was slow and gentle. This time, their loving was just that…loving.
Hermione moaned in pure bliss as frissons of pleasure raced up and down her body.
Harry slowly rolled them over, offering her every opportunity to refuse. Instead, she pulled him down on top of her. Harry moved inside her as slowly, as fully as possible, touching places within her too deeply buried for any other to reach, none would ever reach, save Harry, her love.
Soon enough, her breathing, first grew faster, and then became panting as the pressure built up.
This time, it was Hermione who came first. It was one of her most powerful climaxes ever; especially given that there were no violent thrustings, no pounding or driving. All the strength of this orgasm came from within…from Hermione’s love for Harry, and from Harry’s love for Hermione.
She cried out again, clutching, biting and scratching. Ron used to hate when Hermione bit! Harry seemed to revel in it! Hermione held him tightly to her, arms and legs wrapped around him in a strangling grip. Rather than protest, Harry clutched her just as tightly, his head buried in her neck, and drove more deeply into her.
Hermione stiffened again; her just-finished orgasm, giving rise to another, and another after that and again. Harry continued to thrust with small movements into her body.
Hermione’s internal muscles clenching, with another mind blowing orgasm, she so tightly around his hypersensitive organ, finally pulled Harry over the brink.
Harry grunted, almost in pain, as he spilled into her again. Hermione gasped as she felt herself being filled once more, his seed flooding her insides as it should be.
Panting and gasping, kissing passionately, but not so fervently as before, the lovers slowly calmed.
“That was…” She began.
“Amazing!” He finished her thought.
Soft kisses followed. Gentle touches. strokes. Each seemed to know the thoughts of the other. There were no secrets between them. Each was a soul laid bare.
They rested a bit, simply enjoying the feel of being wrapped warmly around each other. Kisses accompanied. Caresses and sometimes more serious touches followed.
Harry whispered “I Love You, Hermione”
“I Love you too, Harry with all my heart”
Harry grew hard again, and they made love a third time. It was slow and languid…almost lazy, and, although not as explosive as their previous ones, the orgasms was eminently satisfying for Hermione.
Harry didn’t climax this third time, but he enjoyed hers as she did.
Soon afterward, well and truly satisfied, the two young lovers slipped into the welcoming arms of Morpheus.
Hermione woke the next morning in a most delicious manner, slight sore, but oh so happy. Harry, still asleep, was absently caressing her breast, and amazingly enough, he was thrusting gently into her. How he’d entered her in their sleep, she had no idea, but for the time being, Hermione didn’t care, just overjoyed he did. Still, she knew she’d have to wake him, if only so he could do a proper job!
She called softly: “Harry”
Harry opened his eyes, closed them again in sexual bliss, and then snapped them open again in abject horror!
“Oh God! Hermione! I’m so…” He tried to pull away, but Hermione reached behind her and drove her clawed hand into his hip, growling: “You go, you die!”
With her other hand, Hermione grabbed the hand that had been fondling her breast, and pulled him to her. “Don’t you dare be sorry, Harry Potter! I never been awakened so nicely! Now, you get on top of me right this minute and fuck me hard!”
Shocked at her outburst, but never one to refuse a lady, especially Hermione, Harry did as She bade him. Hermione tucked a folded pillow under her and rolled on top of it, pulling Harry with her. The pillow under her hips and her wide-spread legs made her arch upward. She cried out in pleasure as Harry braced his hands on the back of her pelvis and began to thrust intensely.
Hermione had never been taken like this before. Harry’s weight on her arse, combined with his fast, deep, pounding thrusts, quickly drove her to climax after climax!
Hermione buried her face in the pillow and cried out each time an orgasm wracked her petite frame.
Harry drove furiously now, panting and sweating hard, he pounded into her body, his hands braced on the bed beside her.
Suddenly, he stopped.
“Harry! What’s wrong?” Hermione wanted this delicious torment to continue immediately.
“Nothing. Turn over. I want to see your eyes as I make love to you” He withdrew to allow her the freedom to move.
Happily, Hermione complied, wincing as stressed muscles protested. Now, on her back, her knees spread nearly to the mattress. She saw it, for the first time, as she guided him in.
“My God, Harry! You’re huge!”
Harry seated himself in her and resting half on her, and half on his elbows, began to thrust deeply. Emerald eyes sank into cinnamon, as they joined together.
Smiling wickedly, Hermione began to do her Kegals, squeezing him within her. Then she remembered he said make Love to her, Love not shagging, wonderful Love, she moaned in happiness.
Harry gasped in wonderful surprise as she became even tighter around his shaft than before. He now had to force his way in. It seemed Ron had heard about these exercises, and had insisted Hermione practice them, faithfully, so she didn’t ‘loosen up’, as he didn’t want any sloppy pussy!
That comment, had led to a row early on in their relationship, over Ron’s lack of respect towards women in general and Hermione in particular, and had resulted in her staying over at Harry’s place for several days. Needless to say, Ron didn’t get any for a long while! Well from Her! It had also resulted in there being a suite here for her whenever she needed it. She had hated the instruction, more a command, when he’d given it. Now, it looked to be a good thing, Harry seemed to like it.
Harry never let his eyes lose contact with hers, as he drove into her. He knew he was very close. So did Hermione. He felt her hand slip between their bellies, as she sought that special trigger spot. She found it.
Hermione stroked her clitoris expertly, pressing just so. For the very first time, they came almost as one…Harry, with a long, low groan that seemed to be almost a cry, Hermione with soft screams as she shuddered around him.
Harry felt her constrict arrhythmically around him. Now, his control was lost! Burying himself as deeply as possible, he surged into her over and again, just overfilling her again. Never once, did they break eye contact.
Lowering his head Harry joined his lips to hers, exploring her mouth tenderly.
Harry tried to roll to one side to prevent his squishing her, but Hermione was having none of it. She tightened her limbs around him and held on until he simply collapsed on top if her, she needed to feel him on her, needed him to know she could support him and would.
Harry kissed her tenderly. “Good morning, darling.”
“Mmmmm! I feel sooooo yummy! You’ve quite worn me out, Mister Potter.”
“I certainly hope so, Miss Granger. Moreover, I hope to do so again, as often as you will allow.”
“Harry, barring advanced pregnancy, which I hope one day to enjoy, I will allow any time you wish! I love you, Harry. I always have, and I always will.
“Would you marry me?”
“I would if you asked.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course I will!”
“Thank you” Harry leaned in for another kiss. The kiss of a lifetime, Hermione she felt his love, his very being, his soul moving into her thru that kiss and she returned happily her’s to him.
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Quadruplet Connection Chapter Seven: Conclusion
The family finds their future.
My Wife and Mom
I am Mac; I had been away from home for a few days on business. I was supposed to be home the next day but came a day earlier as my business finished early. I was in a hurry to get home to my lovely wife Karen. I took a taxi from the station.
My house was deserted and far off from the main locality. I went to the door and inserted the key and turned it but the door did not open. “What is the matter with the lock?” I circled the house. The curtains were closed. I glanced into the drawing room but no one was there.
I opened the back entrance door and entered quietly. With heart racing I looked around in each room as I came to it. I heard voices from the bedroom. I opened the door. I stood there still. The scene before me froze me.
I could see Karen lying back on the bed with her eyes closed. There was a face buried in the triangle of her pussy. Her body was jumping up and down and she moaned.
The woman between her legs came up to kneeling position. It was my mother Sera. Mom had always shown an interest in my wife.
“Oh Fuck, Mac when did you come?” Mom said as she spotted me. My wife opened her eyes and was looking straight at me with a horrified look in her eyes. She was trying to remove moms head from her cunt which was glistening with my mother’s saliva. My mother was trying to cover her large breasts with her hands without too much success.
“Oh Fuck Mac darling how did you come?” said my naked wife , her mouth open wide with shock. I looked down at her. “I think I should be asking the questions. What is going on?” I said. My hands were shaking from the shock of the revelation.
Mother said “Don’t blame Karen…it’s my fault. I made her do it. See, son you and I not only think alike, we love alike. Karen is soooooo sexy. In fact she is too sexy for just one of us. We can love her, both of us. You can share her with mom, can’t you dear? Her pussy is simply nectar. I can’t have enough of her sweet cum. Forgive her son”
I growled at my Karen and my shameless mother. I grabbed my naked mother by the wrist and pulled her over the bed, her big ass up in the air. I swung my hand and slapped her full her raised ass. She screamed.
Tears sprung from her eyes and a red mark appeared on her buttock. She looked up and said “Do it again but don’t hit your wife. Mac I love being spanked but not so hard…” “Mama loves it, spank my ass but don’t hit my daughter in law. God made her only to be loved, let’s make love to her”
I don’t know what was coming over me but soon I had a massive hard-on. I tried to conceal it from my mother but her naked body was turning me on. May be my absence from my wife was responsible for my growing excitement. I was getting excited by looking at my own mother. She looked like a hot bitch. Kinky thoughts were coming to my kinky mind. Ohhhhh God I wanted to kiss my mother’s ass. I wanted to fuck my mother in front of my wife. I wanted to do something to both my wife and mother.
I took my mother in my arms and pushed her onto the bed, still face down. My hands, rubbed her swollen buttocks. She moaned “Yes, son, rub my ass, slap it, spank my ass but not hard. You are making mom wet. Let me eat your wife’s pussy as you spank mom.” I rubbed her ass as she moaned loudly.
I caught my wife’s face in my hands as she looked dumbfounded into my eyes. I cupped her tits which were getting hard every moment. She rose up to help me have greater access to her boobs. She put her hands on my shoulders and murmured, “Mac, you are not mad at me, are you? Mom is sooo nice and lonely that we made love to each other. Darling, Sera needs loving and it is our duty to give her love, poor mom, let’s give her pleasure. Now that you have found out about us, let’s have fun. I have a fantasy to see you fuck another woman before my eyes and who could be better partner for you than the woman who bore you. What hole could be better than the one you came through? She is lucky to have her son fill her cunt with his cum.”
I fondled mom’s ass and touched her wet pussy and then stepped away. Mom turned over on her back and I had the most perfect view of completely naked mother lying before me along with my wife. I said “Wait just a moment while I undress. Karen, play with her tits, rub her cunt with your cunt. I want to see your lovemaking which was going on when I came. Keep kissing and licking each other like lesbian sluts. From now onwards you two are going to be my whores, do you understand?” I was shaking my cock which had begun to leak pre cum as I undressed. I became aware of my wife nibbling and licking mom’s nipples. Mother was gently stroking my wife’s pubic hair.
Karen kissed mom, s tits, her tongue went downward to mom’s bald triangle as mom groaned,” Yesssss Karen, my daughter kiss my pussy. I am on fire.” then turning to me she said” Son, show me you cock, let me feel it, touch it. Yeah son you will have two whores in your bed room in place of one. Your mother is a cock hungry, pussy eating whore. Karen is a hot piece of ass, your wife. She is dripping wet on my fingers. I will eat her cunt when you ram your cock in my cunt.” My wife brought her pussy down onto my mother’s cunt and rubbed hard making mom cry out with lust. I started to play with my cock as I watched the two horny women.
I ran my hand over my wife’s pussy and then over her breasts. I began to lick her ass. She seemed to like it and began to moan. Before this she would not let me near her ass. She started to rock her ass slowly drawing my tongue inside her asshole. I pulled away. I had plans to motherfuck today. I caught my mother’s face and looked into her eyes filled with raw lust and the realization that her son was going to be her fuck friend soon added new spice to the thought. I pushed my finger into her mouth and she gulped it and sucked on it.
My wife got off mom’s body and said “I want you to ride your mother doggie style and fuck her from behind. That was I can lie down and get her to kiss my cunt, eat my cunt juices while I can see you become a horrible motherfucker and you can watch your whore mother’s ass. Mac she is all wet for your cock. Mom, kneel before Mac, our common stud. You have always wanted him to fuck you haven’t you? Now let the dog fuck the bitch doggy style. The old bitch will eat the younger bitch’s pussy” I pulled my wife away from mom and helped mom in getting to her doggy position. Mother said in a very muffled voice “Guide your cock into mama carefully, son. Please don’t hurt me now, fuck me like a whore who is your mother. Let your wife see you become a motherfucker.”
I pulled mom up and she knelt before me, holding the corner of the bed with Karen’s legs spread wide into which mom put her head. Mother’s ass was so tempting to fuck but I thought that I would come to fuck her ass later. I thought that she might not agree to it right now. I patted her ass and pushed my finger into her pussy to see her wetness. She was wet of course and was begging me,” Come on son fuck me with your taboo cock. Fuck my taboo cunt. You mother is all wet for you.” I held my cock in my hand and aimed it between mom’s ass cheeks.” Aaaaaaaaa, ohhhhhhhhh shove it son, ram your cock in your mom. Fuck this whore. Fuck mom, make her a whore, ohhhh bastard mom can’t wait, fuck meeeeeee, and fill me with your meat.”
I could not wait. I rammed my cock all the way into the wet tunnel. I saw my wife wrap her thighs round mom’s face. I imagined mom’s tongue was buried into my wife’s pussy. I began to move my hips slowly at first, building a steady tempo, my balls slapping mom’s round ass cheeks. My cock was buried all the way. Mom’s cunt clutched at my cock as it slipped in and out of her cunt with slippery ease. I humped mom. Then I felt fingers on my ball sack, It was Karen who was fondling my balls and added to my excitement,” Ohhhhh God Mac, ram you cock in your whore. You whore mom is licking my juices. Fuck her good. The whore needs your cock bad. Give it to her, fuck her.”
As I started to pump in and out faster I watched Karen cum. She was in frenzy as mom’s tongue fucked Karen. She calmed down and said. “God.. I do like my cunt eaten, mother.” I leaned forward and ran my fingers in her hair. Suddenly I felt something wet touching my ass hole, no sooner I came to knew that its Karen’s tongue that licks my ass hole. I have never seen my wife so erotic and as this much sex hungry. She tongue fucked my ass hole for about 10 minutes. I was in heaven. I fucked hard as the moving fingers of my wife excited me more than her words. My wife’s body tensed and stiffened. She was cumming suddenly.
Karen stopped cumming and stood behind me and started to rub her nipples on my back and feel my ass urging me on “Mac fuck her good…..The whore is loving your cock…give it to her…I would like to see you do things with your whore mom.”
“Come on son fuck meeeeee……mom is cumming…… whore mom is cumming on your cock” mom was shouting loudly as she reached her climax. I reached up and took her nipples in to my hands and rubbed hard. I was breathing through my nose as I was gasping with exertions.
I started to fuck her pussy for all I was worth. I knew that I too, would be cumming soon. My fingers touched mom’s clit. I wanted this to be a good fuck for my whore, for both of us. I fucked her hard. She felt me speed up the fucking and ground her pussy hard onto my cock. She was crying and cumming.
Karen inserted her finger into my anus and started fuck my ass hole. I liked it very much. I exploded into mom’s cunt and felt her gasp. My cum had hit her depths. She shuddered and shook and her cunt was filled with my hot seed. Again she cummed, and this time with more noise and more movement. “Oh Gaaaaad I am cumming, son Your Whore is cumming again”. My cock slipped from mom’s pussy to my wife’s eager mouth. She sucks my cock like a lollipop and cleaned all the juices of mine and mom’s. She replaced my cock with my mom’s dripping cunt and sucked and licked all the mixture. She then lean over and placed a cum swapping kiss with m mom. I leaned over and joined them. I knew that there were better things to come and began to wait with anticipation.
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My neighbour Jessica
Ryan Is 16 and has grown up close to his neighbour Jessica because his parents are always at work his parents are Steve and Kate and this is his story.
The Devil’s Pact Chapter 32: Decisions
Mark and Mary gave their sex slaves the choice to stay or leave, and the sluts grapple with their decisions.
Sari, the choosing. Chapter 1
This is my first story so please go a little easy on me. I have a few more chapters in mind if you all like it.
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So many thought and emotions were running through Sari’s mind as she stood in her place, she had trouble keeping track of them all. Mostly she was scared, she didn’t fully understand what this was about. All she knew was the every girl was presented to the Shaw by her father on their birthdays between the ages of 16 and 18. Sometimes the girls wouldn’t come home with their father, and when this happened the family was always very wealthy after words. She was a little excited to actually be meeting the Shaw, he was a very powerful and rich man and she wasn’t used to meeting people of such standing. She was nervous she might say or do something wrong to offend his highness, or any countless other powerful people.
As overwhelmed as she was she was also acutely aware of certain things, like how soft the robes she and the other girls who shared her birthday were forced to wear. Her family was not a rich family and she had never experienced a fabric so cool and soothing to the skin. Even though she was not allowed to look around, since she had been told to look down slightly and not to move, she noticed the tension in the room from both fathers and daughters alike. She noticed the imprint of two feet carved into the stone, slightly apart in front of a lone chair, the only furniture in the room.
Just then the door behind the chair opened and several people flowed in through it. First two guards in heavy plate armor both carrying heavy pikes, as soon as these two entered they stepped to either side of the door and stood guard. Just as the two guards who led the fathers and daughters in the door at the back of the room had done. Followed closely by several other guards dressed the same, these walked straight passed the girls to stand on either side of each father. Next was a man she could only assume was the Shaw himself, in flowing robes of gold and white. He walked with a kind of commanding presence that only someone with immense power could assume. Behind him came a beautiful woman dressed only in black lacy stockings. Her black hair hanging to just past her shoulders flowed behind her as she walked. Her large round breasts which sat high and firm on her chest bounced gently with her strides, her nipples hard and aroused surrounded by their small areola’s. A flat and toned, but not muscular stomach led down to the tops of her completely bald pussy lips. The black stockings started very high on her toned thighs, with just the perfect amount of lace to see her perfect legs through them. Behind her came a man, or at least she thought it was a man, though he was muscular he had a very feminine way about him. He was carrying a tray with a small bowl on it. Then another man with the same feminine way about him, he also carried a tray, but this one had several small velvet sack on it. The procession was completed by several girls clothed in the same stockings as the first woman, only these were white. There were blondes, red heads and brunettes among them. Maybe 15 women total, all impossibly beautiful like the woman in black.
The man she assumed to be the Shaw took the seat in front at the front of the room. The woman in the black stockings stood beside him. The girls in white stockings formed a line behind him. The two men carrying trays took spots against the wall to the Shaw’s right. The new comers had barely assumed their positions when the Shaw said “Lets begin then” in an almost bored voice.
The woman in the black stockings walked over to the girl farthest to the right. Whispered something in her ear then removed the robes she was wearing. Like Sari she was completely naked underneath, she knew they all were. The woman took her by the hand and led her up in front of the Shaw and told her to place her feet on the imprint of feet in the stone. The woman in black had barely resumed her place next to the Shaw when he gave a casual flick of the wrist. Almost as one the woman in black and the girl in white stockings to the far right of the Shaw moved.
The woman in black went to the next girl who was standing next to Sari, she knew she would be next. Again the woman whispered something in her ear and began to disrobe the girl. The girl in white took the naked girl to the side where the men with the trays were standing and picked up a silver penny from a pile that Sari hadn’t seen before from the tray with the small sacks. She led the girl back to her father and pressed the penny into his hand. The father wrapped his arm around the naked girls shoulders and led her to the back door that all the girls and fathers has come in, back to their clothes. Sari couldn’t help but wonder if this was the girls first time being presented to the Shaw, would she have to come back for this embarrassment or was she done?
By this time the second girl had taken her place on the carved feet which forced the girl to stand with her legs slightly spread. The woman in black again returned to the Shaw’s side. Though all Sari could see was the girls back she could tell she was in very good shape. Long shapely legs led to a tight and firm butt. Strong and straight back and strong shoulders yet she still managed to keep an attractive feminine way about her. This girl obviously had the Shaw’s attention for he stood from the chair and started pacing around her, taking all of her in. As he came around in front of her again he nodded to the man carrying the tray with the bowl on it. The man quickly came over to the Shaw who put a finger into the bowl and as he pulled it back out Sari noticed it was wet with some sort of liquid. He took one step closer to the girl and slid his hand between her legs, right were they met. The girl gave a small grunt and was obviously having a hard time standing still. The girl being inspected gave a small sigh as the Shaw removed his hand from between her legs. In a voice that could be nothing but a command he said ” Keep your legs straight and bend over and grab your ankles.” As the girl obeyed Sari actually made eye contact with her for just a moment before the Shaw came around and blocked her view. In that briefest of seconds she could see how terrified the girl was. That look only furthered Sari’s own fear. Without moving Sari couldn’t get a clear view of what was happening but whatever it was the girl wasn’t able to stifle the grunt this time. After a few seconds the Shaw moved back around and headed towards his chair giving another casual flick of the wrist as he went.
Again the woman in black and the next girl in white moved as one. As the girl in white began to pull the girl being inspected away the woman in black came to Sari. As the woman in black began to untie the belt holding Sari’s robes closed she leaned in and whispered “Its your turn, you know what to do.” And much too suddenly for her taste she felt the woman sliding her robes off her shoulders and down her arms. Sari was now naked! She was so scared now that it overwhelmed all other emotion. The woman in black took her hand and pulled her forward. Sari did know what to do and stepped into the imprinted feet into the stone without having to be told. She continued to look down but still couldn’t help but notice the Shaw rising. Her fear grew almost out of control. Was he going to do the same things to her as he did to the girl before? And as he started to circle around her as he did the girl before she almost started to cry. As he came back around in front of her he once again nodded to the man carrying the tray with the bowl who quickly approached. From here she could see the creamy white liquid the Shaw was dipping his finger into. And just as he had done to the girl before he took a step towards her and slid his hand between her legs. Once again Sari was so overwhelmed with different emotions she could barely keep track of them all, yet at the same time acutely aware of everything around her. Mostly she was embarrassed , this man touching her in her most private of places, right here in front of everyone, even her own father. She could sense him fidgeting behind her, she could tell he was unhappy about what was happening to her. She was the oldest of three daughters so this would be his first visit to the Shaw as well. No man had ever touched her in this most private of places and she had never imagined the first time would be in front of so many people. As overwhelmed by embarrassment as she was she also couldn’t help but notice that his gentle caresses across the tops of her pussy lips was somewhat pleasant. The cream on his finger was cool and soothing. She was also aware that somewhere in the back of her mind she was very ashamed that she was enjoying what this man was doing to her. She also couldn’t help but gasp as the Shaw slid his finger further down and inside of her. His finger hadn’t entered her very far when he turned to look at the woman in black. “She is intact” he said to her. And very abruptly his finger slid out of her. She couldn’t help to notice that parts of her brain were in disagreement as to whether this was a good or a bad thing. As the Shaw stepped back and started to make his way around her he once again commanded “keep your legs straight and bend over and grab your ankles!” Sari obeyed. Just as she was able to make brief eye contact with the girl before her, Sari was also able to make eye contact, but with her father who stood directly behind her. He looked ashamed. Just before the Shaw stepped into her way she noticed the guards that flanked her father had both grabbed his arms. She wondered if this was normal or if her father had tried to stop this from happening to her. The moment she felt the Shaw’s finger touch her anus she knew what he had done to the girl before that she couldn’t see. Again she felt the cool soothing liquid on his finger as he gently ran his finger around the ring of her anus. Only because she knew what was coming was she able to suppress the grunt as his finger slid into her. It didn’t intrude into her as far as she had expected it too, probably only to the Shaw’s first knuckle she guessed. The finger was removed and she heard him say “Stand up.”
The Shaw couldn’t help but to take a moment to reflect on the seven years of his time being the Shaw. Taking over when his father had died. Thinking of all the girls he had inspected in that time. Starting with inspecting every girl from his fathers harem. In the beginning he kept most of them, as well as taking many of the girls that were inspected on their birthdays. But as time passed he realized he was being naive. There was no point in keeping so many women you couldn’t possible use them all. As time passed he released several of the older women to the house staff. Cooking and cleaning was the final job of all harem women. The palace was huge and required a lot of up keep and there was never a shortage of women the Shaw no longer used to do the work. The ones that were still attractive but not good enough for the Shaw himself got moved to the second harem. In the end the Shaw kept only the best of the best for himself. Sometimes when inspecting the girls he would play a cruel joke. Having the girl lay down and spread her legs then mounting her right there in front of everyone. These girls he never kept, sending them off defiled with nothing more then the standard silver penny for the father. If he was feeling especially cruel he would tell her to get down on all fours and with just the smallest dab of cream he would ram himself into her anus and take her that way. There was nothing like a crying, squirming girl under you as you stared her father down. He had almost done this to the girl before Sari. He was glad he hadn’t though, he was now saving himself for her.
The Shaw was brought back to the present as he approached the front of the girl again. The Shaw kept only the best of the best for his harem, yet not a one of those women could compare to the sheer perfection that stood before him now. Her hair golden with just a slight amount of curl fell perfectly around her beautiful face. Her stunning green eyes were slightly down cast as he knew she had been told. High cheek bones with a nature rouge to them, a cute little nose and full and inviting lips completed her face. The Shaw reached out and parted her lips with his thumb only to find beautiful straight and white teeth. Slender yet strong shoulders led down to two perfect breasts. He reached out and took one in his hand. It was just a small amount bigger then would fit in his hand, and in his palm he could feel the nipple standing out firm. Her stomach was impossibly flat yet managed to remain soft, not hard to the touch. A small outcropping of golden pubic hair had very recently started grow above her pussy, but that could be fixed easily enough. Her hips were still slender but he had seen enough women mature to know that they would fill out beautifully, she was only 16 after all. Finally her long and shapely legs. All of this was covered by flawless skin of the lightest copper color. Giving the girl a small smile he turned to face the woman in black “I will have her tonight, prepare her. But do not spoil this one, I want her whole!. See to it personally.””
As the woman in black and the next girl in white stockings started forward the Shaw turned to her father. “Do you have any more daughters?”
“Yes your Highness I have two more. One turns 15 in just over a month the other has just turned 13.” her father replied
“Well if they are anything like this one I can’t wait to meet them.” With that the Shaw turned to head back to his chair.
The woman in black passed Sari and went to the next girl in line. The girl in white that came to Sari took her hand and led her off to the man with the tray of sacks and silver pennies. This time the girl grabbed one of the sacks off the tray and showed it to Sari “Your family will never want for anything again.” she told Sari and pulled her to her father. When they reached him the girl pressed the sack into his hand. She looked at both of them and said “Say your goodbye’s, you will probably never see each other again.” Sari finally started to cry as she hugged her father tight. Very aware of her nakedness, the feel of her fathers hands on her naked back. Her breasts pressed into his chest. She leaned back to look at her father for what was probably the last time “I love you father, please tell everyone I love them as well.” When he looked back at her she wasn’t sure if it was sorrow or relief written on his face or some combination of the two. Her family would never want for anything again, but then again he was loosing his daughter. He told her he loved her very much and promised to tell the rest of the family her message. The girl then took Sari by the arms and drug her out of her fathers arms just as the two guards on either side of her father drug him back as well. There would be no long goodbye! The girl led her to the side of the room farthest from the men holding the trays and from there they witnessed the rest of the choosing.
The Shaw must have taken no interest in the girl after Sari for she was already being led away and the final girl was being led forward. Again the Shaw rose and walked around the girl once and nodded to the man holding the tray with the bowl. The man came forward one more time and the Shaw dipped a finger in. From this side of the room Sari had a much better view of what was happen, although she knew fully what was happening as well. Sari was surprised by the forced the Shaw used to slide his finger into the girl, he hadn’t been that rough with her. Sari noticed that the guards didn’t have a hold of this girls father like her fathers had, Had moved to protect her? When the girl was told to bend over she couldn’t suppress a grunt as the Shaw forced his entire finger into her anus. Again Sari was confused, he had been so gentle with her, why was he now being so forceful? After the girl was told to stand back up and the Shaw had walked back in front of her for one final look he turned to the woman in black and said “This one too, prepare her normally.” With that the Shaw turned and headed for the door, his guards taking place in front and behind him.
The only other girl chosen was given even less time to say goodbye to her father before they were pulled away. The two new girls were led through the back door by the woman in black, each escorted by the girl in white stockings that had taken them to their fathers. Sari wondered what would become of the clothes she had worn and left in the back room. Would her father grab them for one of her sisters? As soon as they crossed the threshold of the door the woman in black stockings suddenly turned on them.
Looking at Sari she said “What is your name girl?”
“Sari Ma’am”
“You will call me Mistress, I am in charge of this harem and though I may be called to be used by the Shaw the same as you, I deserve and demand your respect.”
“Y..Yes Mistress” Sari replied.
The Mistress turn to the other girl and said “And your name?”
“Kari Mistress.”
The woman in black chuckled “Kari and Sari, I’m sure there will be a many jokes about this pairing. Get to know each other well, you will be spending a lot of time together. You will bunk together when not being used. You are each others grooming partners. It is your responsibility to make sure the other is always in perfect form. You will wash each other, shave each other and any other possible thing the other might need, including preparing her when the Shaw has use of her. Do you understand?”
” Yes Mistress” they both said in unison, although Sari wasn’t sure she did.
The Mistress turned to the girl that had led Kari back and said “Taker and start the preparations as normal.”
“Yes Mistress.” The girl in white stockings said. Then led Kari down the hall they were standing in.
The Mistress turned to Sari and the girl in white stockings with her and said “Come with me.” And just like that they were headed down the hall in the opposite direction as Kari.
The Mistress led them down the hall a short distance and into a small room. The only furniture was a small bed with very average bedding and a chest of drawers. There were several girls in the room, all wearing the same white stockings, waiting for their arrival. Sari was told to stand in the middle of the room and everyone made themselves busy around her.
The Mistress then spoke “The rules are simple here girl, First you are to let no man touch you other then the Shaw himself, the punishment is severe. The man caught touching one of the Shaw’s harem girls is castrated and from this point on will become one of the harem guards. Sari figured that was what had happened to the two men with the trays at the choosing ceremony. The punishment for the girl is much worse. Most of the girls don’t survive. Second you will do whatever the Shaw says without question. This also will incur a very strict punishment. You are to do whatever I say without question, I also am allowed to punish you if I feel it is necessary. And finally you may be punished for no other reason but to entertain the Shaw himself. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress”
Just then one of the other girls in the room presented Sari with what looked like a small root. “Eat it.” the Mistress ordered
“What is it?” Sari asked
“It is a root that will help to prevent you from becoming pregnant, and that is the last question I will answer when I give you an order. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.” Sari took the root from the girl and did as she was told. She was then laid on her back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge spread apart. A girl came and knelt between her legs with a bowl and started spreading a cream on her legs and around her pussy. When her legs and pussy were completely covered the girl leaned back and handed the bowl to a another girl and received a razor in return and started to shave Sari. The girl was obviously very experienced at this. She moved quickly and very shortly Sari was shaved clean. Pulled back to her feet Sari was told to raise her arms and the same girl then shaved her arm pits clean as well. Sari was once again told to bend over and grab her ankles. As Sari obeyed another girl moved beside her and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Sari couldn’t believe it when the girl began shaving even her ass. When this was completed she was told to stand.
“She is ready.” the girl who had been shaving her said.
“Take her and wash her then.” said the Mistress. “But be careful not to spoil her, the Shaw wants her whole.”
Four girls in white stockings moved forward and led her silently out of the room and further down the hall. They entered the last room in the hall and Sari was amazed at the size of the room. She had never seen a room so big in her life. Almost the entire room was taken up by a huge pool of water, it couldn’t have been more then two and half feet deep but it must have been twenty feet square. Near the door was a table with pitchers, soap, towels and extra rolled up white stockings on it. The four girls all stopped and bent to remove their stockings. Two girls then led Sari into the pool while the other two went to the table and grabbed a bar of soap and a pitcher each. Sari could only wonder at how this much water we kept warm as she stepped into it. As she reached the center of the pool she was told to kneel, the second two girls arrived and handed the bars of soap to the first two. The two girls with the pitchers leaned down and filled the pitchers from the pool and emptied them onto Sari. Once Sari was completely wet the two girls with the soap then knelt beside her and started to wash her. Starting with her hair and moving down, as the girls worked their way down her body the two girls with the pitchers would rinse her clean. She had to admit she found the whole process rather enjoyable. Even though Sari should have seen it coming she was still surprised when one of the girls kneeling beside her slid her hand between Sari’s legs and started washing her pussy at the same time the other girl started washing her ass. Again overwhelmed by embarrassment at being touched in such private places she couldn’t help but enjoy these girls tender caresses. The finger on her pussy was slowly moving back and forth along the length of her lips, slowly little by little easing its way between them. While at the same time the finger on her ass was making slow circles around her anus. She watched the two women with the pitchers move in closer and each took one of her nipples in their hand and roll them back and forth between finger and thumb. She was so overwhelmed by these sensations she couldn’t help but gasp as she closed her eyes. Sari decided to let go and just enjoy this moment. She tried to lean forward pressing her breasts harder into the girls hands while at the same time her hips started to buck trying to ride the fingers on her pussy and ass harder. Almost as one the fingers on her ass and pussy slid the smallest amount into her and she was almost overcome by the waves of pleasure that had started to crash onto her. The finger wiggles inside of her, moving in and out of her. The fingers slid out of her only to penetrate there way back in, never going any deeper inside of her though she wanted them to. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, she was about to be washed away, just when she thought she would be overcome with pleasure everything suddenly stopped leaving her reeling. She felt the four girls around her supporting her as she was left gasping, trying to catch her breath and come back down from these sensations. When Sari had finally come back to herself she was disappointed to find she was being led out of the pool. Why hadn’t they finished what they had started, and why had she enjoyed what these GIRLS had done to her? She thought only men were supposed to make her feel like this, was something wrong with her? Or was this normal, the girls sure seemed to know what they were doing. Each of the girls grabbed a towel and started to dry her and each other off. Having still not completely come down from the sensations before she found herself truly enjoying the feel of these girls hands on her even through the towels. What was wrong with her? When everyone was dry the four girls went back to the table and each grabbed a pair of stocking. As the four girls bent to pull the stockings onto their legs Sari’s eyes were drawn to their groins, perfectly smooth bald pussies, nice puckered assholes and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to caress and massage them. The girls finished replacing their stockings and came to Sari, one knelt in front of her and lifted first one leg then the other as she pulled the same white stockings onto Sari’s legs. The girl stood and they led her out of the pool room and back down the hall to the same room they had come from.
There in the middle of the room was her Mistress standing alone now. Sari’s eyes were immediately drown down to what could only be described as a belt that she was wearing. Only hanging down from the belt was a large leather cock and balls. The only penis Sari had ever seen was her fathers when she had accidentally walked in on him in the outhouse. This was much larger though and looked almost hard when her fathers had been very limp.
The Mistress looked at one of the four escorting Sari and said “You will stay.” Then with a glance to the other three she added “The rest of you are dismissed.”
Almost as one all four girls said “Yes Mistress.” The three excused themselves while the other one stayed. She knew it was the girl that had been massaging her pussy earlier.
The Mistress then turned to her and said “I see you have your stockings on, very good. You are not to be seen without them from now on. The only time you are allowed to be without them is when you are bathing. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress”
The Mistress went over to the chest of drawers and pulled a drawer out reached in pulled something out and closed it. What she held up for Sari looked like a mini version of the leather cock hanging between the Mistress’ legs. Only at the back end there was a little cap with a string looped through it. “This is to help prepare you if the Shaw decides to use your ass. Bend over and grab your ankles again.” Sari had a chance to see her Mistress dip the mini cock into a bowl exactly like the one the Shaw had used before using his finger on the girls before bending over. Looking between her legs she saw her Mistress come behind her, the cock waving between her legs as she walked. She once again felt the cool soothing cream on her ass as her Mistress gently rubbed the tip of the mini cock around her anus. Sari almost screamed as her Mistress forced the mini cock into her ass all the way to the cap at the end. Though it was only about 2 inches around it was still more then she was prepared to take. “You will keep this inside of you until you are called to the Shaw, and you will thank me if he decides to use your ass tonight.”
“It is time you learned some basics. Get down on your knee’s in front of me.” Sari stepped forward and got onto her knee’s. The mini cock in her ass felt huge in this position. The large leather cock hanging right in front of her face. “This is to represent a cock, it is just like the Shaw’s. One way of pleasing the Shaw it to take it in your mouth and slide it in and out. Do this now. As Sari leaned forward she opened her mouth just enough to let the tip in her mouth and slowly moved her head back and forth along it. Just then she felt the mistress’ hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward harshly. Half of the cock was forced into her mouth and down her throat. Sari was trying not to gag on it but not doing a very good job when she heard “You will take as much of it in your mouth as you can, you will receive further training on this later and when you are done you will be able to take all of it into your mouth without gagging on it. Unfortunately we don’t have time for that now. Just take it as deep as you can then slide back. You should be sucking on it the entire time. You should be using your tongue to stimulate it further. You will never touch it with your teeth, that is very important,. You can use your hand to massage it as well as caress the balls, which are the two things hanging below it.” Sari got the impression she had given this speech many times. There was a sort of monotone drone to it. However Sari listened intently trying to do all the things her Mistress was saying. ” You can lick and gently suck on these balls as well. Try to be creative and mix it up. Pay very close attention to the Shaw’s reactions for it is for his benefit you are doing this. If you do a good job and he does not stop you, there will be a point where the cock will start to spasm, be prepared when this happens for he is about to cum in your mouth. Which means a salty liquid will start to come out of the end of his cock. You are to swallow every drop he gives you. Spilling any will greatly disappoint him and you can be assured you will be punished for this.” The Mistress having watcher her go through the drill on the leather cock was satisfied she had a good idea what to do and asked “Do you have any questions?”
Sari leaned back letting the penis fall from her mouth and answered “No Mistress.”
“Good then lets move on. You must also learn to please a female since I don’t know if you will be used alone tonight. Go lay down on the bed with your legs spread.” Sari got up and laid down on the bed with her knee’s bent slightly and her legs spread apart. “Nariah here will please you first. Pay attention to what she is doing to you for you will please her next.” Without another word spoken she felt the other girl climb between her legs. The girl started kissing her way down one of Sari’s thighs. Just as she was about to reach Sari’s pussy she stopped and moved back and started to kiss her way down the other thigh. Again just before she would reach Sari’s pussy she stopped, only this time she moved forward and quickly sucked one of Sari’s nipples into her mouth, her teeth grazing across it as she sucked. With a moan Sari couldn’t help but put her hands on the back of the girls head and pull her tighter to her breast. After a few moments the girl pulled back and moved to Sari’s other nipple. It wasn’t until the girl moaned into her breast that she realized one of her hands had moved down from the girls head to cup one of her breasts. She pinched the girls nipple like the two girls had done to her in the bath and was rewarded with another moan into her breast. The girl let Sari’s nipple slip from her mouth and started kissing her way down Sari’s stomach to settle in again between her legs. This time however the girl did kiss her pussy. She started at the top and planted little feathery kisses down her pussy lips. As soon as the girl reached the bottom of her pussy she felt the girls tongue slip between her pussy lips and slide all the way back up to the top. As the girl pulled back just a little to spread her pussy lips apart with her hands Sari realized she had two fists full of the girls hair in her hands. The girl moved back in and started to lick Sari again. This time starting at the bottom. Sari’s lips now spread by the girls hands made it much easier for her to tease Sari’s opening with her tongue. She ran her tongue in circles around Sari’s opening first one way, then switching and going the other way. Soon Sari was grinding her pussy against the girls face. Slowly the girl slid her tongue further up between Sari’s pussy lips and she gently pulled her hood back with her fingers. The girl then slowly dragged the entire length of her tongue across Sari’s now exposed little clit. The girl must have hooked a finger into the loop of string on the mini leather cock in her ass because the small tugs the girl was giving it was sending Sari closer and closer to the edge. As the tip of her tongue hit Sari’s clit the girl started to flick it back and forth across it, but it wasn’t until the girl moved in just a little further and took Sari’s clit into her mouth and sucked on it while still teasing it with her tongue that Sari finally exploded into her first ever orgasm. Sari couldn’t control her hips as they bucked against the girls mouth. She couldn’t control the moans and grunts she was only vaguely aware she was letting out. She never wanted this feeling to end. But as all good things do she could feel this too coming to an end. She was slowly coming back to her senses. Slowly gaining control of her body again. She had never imagined anything could feel so good and was already ready to do whatever she had to to feel it again. As Sari finally regained her breath she heard her Mistress’ voice.
“Its your turn now, it looked like Nariah did a great job on you, I would hope you return the favor and do just as good on her.”
As the girl moved out from between Sari’s legs she took on of her hands and helped to pull her up. Sari let her self be pulled up by the girl. She stood at the foot of the bed her head still spinning a little as she watched the girl take her place on the bed. As she watched the girl she noticed a large wet spot on the bed between her legs, she wasn’t sure where it had come from. Had she accidentally pee’d the bed during her moment of intense pleasure? Sari was shaken from her thoughts when her Mistress called “She is ready, what are you waiting for?”
Sari was reminded of the moment before when she had been staring at this girls pussy and wondered what it would be like to be able to touch and caress it. Now she would know. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knee’s between the girls legs. Sari had paid attention to what the girl had done to her, but still, doing it back was completely different. She was once again nervous. She tentatively reached one hand out and ran a finger across the top of the girls pussy lips tracing it up and down. She gently pulled her pussy lips open and looked at the soft pink flesh inside. She could see where the girls opening was as well as the fleshy hood that hid this girls sensitive little clit. “You will have plenty of time to look and explore later. It is strongly encouraged for the girls to take pleasure in each other when waiting to be used by the Shaw. But as for now we don’t have time. You know what to do, now do it!” Sari didn’t wait to respond to her Mistress she just leaned in and sealed her mouth against the girls pussy. As she started sucking on the girls hood and her clit beneath it she felt the girl start to squirm under her. She couldn’t believe how much she liked the taste of the fluids that coated her pussy. Sari remembered that she had wanted so badly for the girl to slide a finger into her when she was taking care of Sari, so she decided to do this for the girl. As her finger slowly slid into the tight, warm and wet pussy the girl let out a very loud moan. If it felt this good why didn’t the girl do this for her, she was the one who knew what she was supposed to be doing. The girl placed both hands on the back of Sari’s head and pulled her down harder into her pussy. She started bucking her hips down on Sari’s finger, her moans growing louder. It was at this moment that Sari remembered how the girl had teased her at first, she took her time, built up some anxiousness in Sari. Sari pulled her mouth free of this girls pussy and while keeping her finger sliding inside of the girl she moved up and followed through on a strangest of urges. She kissed the girl. She had only ever kissed one boy in her life and this was not the same kind of kiss. Her lips had barely grazed the boys lips so briefly. She had seen her parents kiss a couple of times, really kiss, and she tried to mimic that. She pressed her lips onto the girls mouth firmly then let them open slightly, the girls mouth followed along. Their tongues met and slowly danced around each other. Both girls moaned into each others mouths. As they continued to kiss Sari slid her thumb up between the girls pussy lips. She placed her thumb on top of the girls clit and pressed down, rocking her thumb back and forth across it in rhythm with her finger sliding in and out of her. The girl broke their kiss panting as she started grinding her pussy against Sari’s hand. Sari could tell the girl was close to exploding the way she had, so she moved back down between her legs. She pulled her thumb away from the girl and again sucked the girls little clit into her mouth through her hood. Sari remembered how the girl playing with the leather cock in her ass was one of the final things that had pushed her over the edge so she brushed a finger of her free hand against the girls pussy getting it nice and wet. Then ever so gently pushed it into the girls anus. The girls hands flew to the back of Sari’s head pulling her tightly against her pussy. Her legs slammed closed around her head as she let out a surprisingly load moan. Had she been this loud? Just then Sari felt a fluid running down her hand and she understood why the bed had been wet when she finished. Sari let the girls hood slip from between her lips and leaned down to try and lap up as much of the fluid as possible, not wanting to waste any it tasted so good. All to soon Sari felt the girls legs relax, her hands drop to her sides on the bed and whole body seem to sag into the bed. Sari knew the girl was done. She felt a huge pride in having done such a good job in returning the favor to this girl. Sari again moved forward, she wrapped her arms around the girl and again started to kiss her.
” I think the lesson for today is complete.” Their Mistress interrupted. “You have had a long day and will need your rest before the Shaw calls you, for I think you have a long night ahead of you as well. Nariah come!” Nariah gave Sari one last glance before she got up and stood behind their Mistress Sari could see that the girl didn’t want to leave as much as she didn’t want her to. “Get some sleep, you will need it” And just like that she let Nariah out the door and closed it.
Sari had so many thoughts running through her head she didn’t know how she was ever going to get to sleep. But sleep came surprisingly fast.
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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 7: The Date
The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Seven: The Date
“I’m so sorry about the mix-up, Sister Louise,” the check-in clerk at Chicago’s O’Hare International said, disbelief tinging her voice whenever she said “sister”. The clerk, Nancy, still didn’t quite believe I was a nun. I couldn’t blame her since I was dressed in a tight, cobalt blue dress that barely covered my ass and had a deep, plunging neckline. I was wearing stiletto hills that made my ass nice and perky, and thigh high, black stockings held up by garters that peeked out beneath my skirt. My gold crucifix was nestled between the exposed slopes of my breasts.
For the last thirty years, I have been Sister Louise Afra, of the Order of the Sisters of of Mary Magdalene, dedicated to the fight against the Forces of Darkness. To aid us in our mission, certain gifts had been bestowed upon Sisters and I by the Highest, through his Agent, the Archangel Gabriel. One of those gifts was youthful beauty. I was fifty-one, but still had the perky breasts, smooth skin, fresh face, and tight ass of an eighteen year old. I was gifted with Sight, allowing me to see the mark of Evil on people and the Providence of God would guide me in my mission. So long as I had faith, chance and coincidence would lead me unerringly to my goal.
My mission, and the purpose of my Order, was to exorcise Warlocks and free their Thralls. Warlocks were the misguided men and women who sold their souls to the Devil in exchange for three wishes. Depending on their wishes, a lot of damage could be done. Most Warlocks, particularly males, made some request that allowed them to dominate others and make them their Thralls, usually to fulfill some pathetic, sexual desire. The only way to stop a Warlock, short of killing him, was to exorcise him. And that was what the dress, and the other skimpy clothing in my suitcase, were for. To exorcise a Warlock, I had to fuck him, or her, and when they orgasmed, I would rob them of their powers. Seduction was one of the many tools we nuns used.
Of course, fucking a man out of wedlock or engaging in lesbian sex were mortal sins. While I could go to confession after my mission was done and gain absolution, it was far simpler for my Order to receive a Papal Indulgence. So, after the Ecstasy came upon me two hours ago, sending me on my mission, a Papal Indulgence arrived by fax, signed by the Pope himself. I was forgiven, in advance, for all my sins I would commit until my mission was done.
And I planned to sin a lot!
It was one of the perks of fighting evil. So, after the Ecstasy passed, I packed my bags in a hurry, excited fight some evil, and get laid. Suitcases in hand, I walked out of the small, caretakers house at St. Thomas and found a cab idling on the street. Some would call that lucky, but I had faith that Providence was at work. Until my Mission was complete, the Lord would guide me to those who would help me until I was ready to face the Warlock. When I arrived at O’Hare, I still had no idea where I was going. I just had faith that if I walked up to the check-in counter, God would provide.
“Well, here’s your tickets, Sister,” Nancy said and I smiled warmly at her, stroking her hand gently as she handed me my boarding pass. She jerked her hands back and gave me a weird look. She probably not used to a woman, let alone a nun, flirting with her. “Sorry for the system error,” Nancy said, standoffish.
I sighed, glancing at the tickets, I had an hour kill before my flight and spending that time with Nancy, maybe in a cozy bathroom stall, would have been nice. After I had spent three years in a female Warlock’s harem thirty years ago, I had grown fond of women. The many different shapes their breasts could take, or the curves of her hips and ass, and all the different shapes and sizes a woman’s labia could form. I licked my lips, thinking of the varied musk a woman exudes when she’s aroused. I was getting wet just thinking about it.
I looked at my tickets to see where I was headed. I had a non-stop flight to Sea-Tac International Airport, departing in forty-minutes and scheduled to land in Seattle at 12:20 am, local time. I tried to do math in my head and thought it was almost a four and a half hour flight.
Sea-Tac, huh. I smiled, it had been twelve years since I had been to Washington State on a mission. I had stopped this Warlock who thought he was a rock-and-roller, using his power to convince people how amazing he sounded on guitar and recruiting about a dozen women to his harem. I had exorcised him and rescued the women. I recruited one of the women to the order. I started reminiscing about Sister Theodora Mariam as I queued through the TSA screening.
Sister Theodora had been a wreck after being freed. The Warlock had made her divorce the husband she loved and abandon her three daughters. She required a lot of consoling afterwords. We had spent two wonderful weeks on the California coast, making love on the beach, or anywhere else we could get our hands on each other, before she took her vows and my Papal Indulgence expired.
When I boarded my flight, I was one of only three people in First Class, the other two being frazzled business men who quickly fell asleep after take off. The First Class stewardess was a dusky beauty named Sarai, who wore a white, long sleeved shirt and navy blue vest that her tits nicely filled out. A navy blue pencil skirt clung tightly to her hips and legs. Her face had an exotic beauty to it and her accent was musical. When she handed me my champagne, her finger’s lingered a moment on my wrist, igniting fire that ran down my body and quickened my loins.
I smiled seductively at her. “I’m Sister Louise,” I purred.
“I’m Sarai,” she answered back. “Please, do not hesitate to ask for anything. It’s my job to satisfy any need you have.”
After the flight leveled out, Sarai brought me a second flute of champagne and sat in the seat across the aisle from me. She had her own flute, and held her finger up to her lip. “Shhh, it’s our little secret.”
“I’m sure you’ve earned it,” I flirted back, winking.
“You have no idea,” she sighed, rubbing a foot in her dark blue, comfortable looking shoes. “But its worth it when you meet such beautiful people.”
“I bet,” then I looked around and leaned over the aisle, and slid her shoe off and socks and massaged her foot. Sarai shifted in her seat, turning so her feat dangled over the armrest into the aisle.
“Umm, that’s nice,” Sarai purred. “So, is is business or pleasure that brings you to Seattle?”
“Both,” I answered. “I’m a nun, a Magdalenite Sister. I have somethings to attend to in Seattle, but I’m hoping to experience some of the pleasure’s of the Northwest.”
Sarai seemed puzzled. “A nun, huh? You’re not what I expected.” Clearly she wasn’t used to a nun hitting on her, but she relaxed as I continued rubbing her foot with firm pressure, kneading her soles with my thumb. I leaned over to, pretending to get a better grip on her foot, but really to let her get a good view down my cleavage.
“My order is very unorthodox,” I answered, switching to her other foot. Her legs spread and I quite a brief gimps of her panties. Leopard print, what a naughty girl.
“I’m Muslim,” Sarai confided, “so I haven’t had a lot of experience with nuns.”
“I’ve always wandered, but is the mile high club a real thing?” I asked, continuing my massage. “I mean, have you ever heard of people, you know, in the lavatories?”
Sarai giggled, getting a little tipsy from the champagne. “It happens, occasionally. We try to be discrete if we discover it. Usually, if you knock on the door it flusters the couple so much that they quickly leave.”
“Have you ever done it?”
There was a naughty twinkle in her eye. “Maybe.”
“Ohh, you naughty girl, you have!” I whispered, excitedly and she just shrugged her shoulders. I let go of her foot and downed the rest of my champagne and felt a pressure in my bladder. “Excuse me, I need to pop into the ladies room real quick.”
Sarai smiled warmly and finished off her champagne.
I stood up, grabbing my beaded purse, and stumbled a bit as the plane hit some turbulence. I made it to the First Class lavatory and slipped in, quickly doing my business, washed my hands and checked my makeup in the mirror. My face was round and doll-like with sky gray eyes and plump lips that just begged to be kissed. I touched up my red lipstick and adjusted my tits so they were more visible and opened the door, eager to get back to flirting with Sarai.
Only, she was standing there waiting for me, a hungry look on her face.
I pulled her into the lavatory, kissing her fiercely. It had been three years since my last Mission. Three years of furtive masturbation to memories of old lovers. I was ready to make some new memories to last me through the next dry spell. Sarai tongue was hot and dexterous as she probed my mouth. She shoved me against the wall and pulled up my dress skirt, exposing my black garters and the curly thatch of light brown pubic hair.
“Are you really a nun?” Sarai asked, sliding a finger slowly though my vulva. She brushed my clit and I shuddered in delight. “I mean, what kind of nun doesn’t wear panties?”
“Oh, yes, I’m a nun!” I moaned. “But we’re still human. We still have desires!”
I captured her lips in another kiss as her finger slowly rubbed circles on my clit. “But, how can you be gay and still be a nun?” she pressed, teasing my clit so wonderfully. Electricity surged through my body, tingling along all my nerves.
“We all serve the Lord in our own ways,” I panted. “We all have our sins we struggle with, crosses we bear. Oh, fuck, you’re making me cum, you hot little bitch!”
Sarai kissed my lips, stiffing my moans as I came on her fingers. Fuck, that was good. It had been far too long. “You are a bad nun, aren’t you!” Sarai hissed, licking my fingers and then holding them up so I could taste myself. “A naughty nun who loves to sin!”
“Yes! Do you always fuck your passengers in the bathroom?” I asked.
“Only the beautiful ones,” Sarai said and started to unbutton her vest. Her shirt followed, slipping to the floor of the lavatory revealing a strapless, leopard print bra that clasped in the front. The bra matched the panties I glimpsed up her skirt, earlier. I reached out and freed her tits. They were plump and full, so I rubbed my face between them, enjoying her silky skin. I found a hard, dark nipple and sucked it into my mouth. “Umm, that’s nice,” moaned Sarai.
I kissed down her stomach and she giggled as I tongued her cute bellybutton. My hands slid down her hips, down her legs, and then raised her skirt so it bunched about her hips. Her leopard print panties were wet with desire, pulled tight so I could see her delicious cameltoe. I breathed in her arousal, an intoxicating musk. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Her pussy was shaved bare, vulva glistening with sticky juices. For a moment a gleaming line of girl cum linked pussy and panties before it snapped. Her pussy was beautiful, clit hard and throbbing, vulva red with passion.
Thank you, Lord, for this bounty, I prayed silently, then feasted on her womanhood. My tongue wiggled in to her tight slit and found resistance.
“You’re a virgin!” I gasped, in surprise.
“A good Muslim girl saves herself for marriage,” Sarai answered, rotely.
“Allah doesn’t have a problem with fingering another woman?” I asked, suspiciously.
She giggled. “No more than Jesus has a problem with you eating another woman’s cunt.” The minx had me there.
I found it exciting to eat out a virgin’s cunt, even if she was only technically a virgin. I could not fuck my tongue deeply into her pussy as I would like, so I settled for lapping along her labia, drinking her musky flavor. My thumb found her hard little clit and rubbed it in fast, hard circles as devoured her sex while Sarai gasped and grounded, tits heaving with excitement.
“Oh yes,” Sarai moaned quietly, “eat my virgin cunt! Oh, fuck, you’re tongue feels amazing on my virgin pussy.” She panted hard, and, as her orgasm approached, she lost her English, chanting in Arabic, “Elhas kussi! Elhas kussi! Sharmoota elhas kussi!” Musky cream flooded my mouth, drenching my face with her passion and I drank her bounty. She was panting, eyes closed, and whispered, “That was amazing!”
I smiled as I rose kissed her. She eagerly licked her musk off my face. God had delivered me a virgin, and I was excited to take my reward. I reached for my purse. She eyed me curious as I rooted around in my beaded purse then pulled out a small, purple dildo and the strap-on harness. Fear quickened in her eye, and she backed away from me as I pulled the strap-on up my slender legs.
“We should be leaving,” Sarai said, licking her lips, nervously. “The other passenger’s might be awake.”
I adjusted the straps, making sure the dildo rubbed on my hard clit, and the smiled hungrily at her. “I thought you said you were here to satisfy me?”
“Please, miss.” Sarai backed up, bumping into the door.
I reached back behind my neck, undoing the lacings that held my dress up. The fabric fell away, exposing my small, perky breasts. Sarai swallowed, staring lustfully at my hard nipples. I stepped forward and Sarai flinched as the dildo touched her stomach. Another step, and our breasts brushed together; pale tits kissing dark breasts.
“Don’t you want to stop being a good Muslim girl?” I asked, leaning in to kiss her. “Don’t you want to be bad?”
“I-I,” she stuttered.
I slid the dildo between her legs, rubbing up against her slick cunt. “Don’t you want to experience all the pleasure Allah gave you?” I kissed her neck, and slid the dildo up and just into her pussy, pressing gently against her hymen. “Your pussy was made to be fucked, and it feels so amazing when a hard object fills you up.” I licked her ears, whispering, “Aren’t you getting wet, thinking about my dildo fucking your cunt.”
She shook her head, trying to wiggle away from my invading dildo.
“Just admit you want a beautiful woman to take your virginity! To make you a dirty, filthy, lesbian whore!”
She looked at me, tears shining in her eyes. “Allah, forgive me,” she whispered and nodded her head.
“Say it!” I hissed. “Tell me to make you my lesbian whore.”
“Please,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please fuck my virgin cunt! Please make me your lesbian whore!”
She gasped as I fucked the hard piece of plastic through her hymen, the dildo rubbing pleasantly on my clit. I fucked Sarai hard and fast and she moaned delightfully into my ear. The door rattled from the force of our fucking. Just outside this door, two men slept. They could wake up at any moment. Or another stewardess could discovers us, or even the pilot. We could be found out at any moment and that made the sex even hotter.
“Oh, fuck!” Sarai gasped loudly. “Oh, fuck my pussy. Oh, this so amazing!”
“If you keep being so loud, someone’s going to hear,” I whispered in her ear as I fucked her. “Unless, you want to be caught. You want to show the world that your a bad, little Muslim girl. A dirty, whorish lesbian.”
“Yes!” she hissed and shuddered as she came on the dildo. “I’m a dirty, lesbian slut. I love sucking tits and eating cunts!”
For an hour, we fucked in the bathroom. I fucked her, bent over the toilet. Then she put on the strap-on and sat on the toilet, and I rode her hard while she sucked on my tits. She fucked me up the ass and I had an amazing orgasm. Finally, both of us satiated, we dressed, cleaned up and slipped out of the bathroom. The other two First Class passengers were still asleep, snoring loudly. We slipped into seats in the back of first class and spent the rest of the flight making out, fingering each other to shuddering orgasms, both of us trying not to make any noise. Thank the Lord the other passengers were such heavy sleepers.
“Ladies and gentleman, we are starting to make our approach to Sea-Tac International,” the Pilot announced over the intercom. “Please put your seat backs to their full, upright position and fasten your seatbelt.”
Sarai got up to check the other two passengers, waking them up and making sure they put on their seatbelts. When she reached me, she bent down and slipped her hand inside my bodice, squeezing my breast momentarily. “Miss, please fasten your seatbelt,” she said in a brisk, professional tone. When she pulled her hand out, she left a business card for the Sea-Tac Holiday Inn pressed against my breast. On the back was written, “I have a 48 hour layover. If you wanna have fun, ask for me at the front desk, Sarai.”
I smiled to myself. Providence has laid the next step in my journey, and it was going to be a pleasant one.
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I awoke alone, sunlight streaming through the large windows, bedroom windows and glass, sliding door.
I reached for Mary and found her side of the bed empty. I sat up, looking around. I was in the master bedroom of the house I “borrowed” from Brandon Fitzsimmons. Thanks to the Pact I made with the Devil, people had to do what I told them. I also “borrowed” his wife, a hot Latina named Desiree, making her my second sex slave, along with the teenage slut, Allison. I rubbed sleep from my eye. It was late when I finally tried to sleep, nearly 3 AM. I glanced at the cloak and groaned to see it was 7:34 AM. Fuck that’s early. I thought about rolling back to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to last night.
When Mary and I got in last night it was nearly one in the morning, we slipped into bed and talked about what happened. Mary had made her pact with the Devil, like I had days earlier. And then the Devil handed me this red crystal that glowed with scarlet light, and told me if I was ever in trouble to hold up the crystal and say, “Lilith, appear before me.” A fear clenched at my stomach. Why would I need this. Mary sensed my fear, and so we talked and theorized what the Devil meant, What danger lay before us. And who or what was Lilith.
“That name is familiar,” Mary had murmured, snuggled naked against me. “I think its from Vampire: The Masquerade.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, starring incredulously at her. “You played that?”
Mary laughed. “Yeah, there was a six months or so in my junior year of high school that I really got into Twilight. And a friend introduced me to the local Vampire: the Masquerade Coven and I spent Tuesdays and Thursday nights LARPing as the Vampiress Damona.”
“Wow,” I grinned, amused. “You LARPed.”
“Yeah,” she admitted, sounding slightly embarrassed. “Although, we just hung out and dressed in just the awfullest black clothing and wore too much black makeup. With my pale skin I looked like a corpse. Which I guess was the point, but I never really liked it. ”
“I don’t know,” I said, “I bet you were real sexy as a goth.” I pictured Mary, black dress contrasting to her pale skin. Black lipstick staining her lips and her auburn hair aiding an exciting splash of color, draped over one shoulder and falling down into her cleavage.
“Anyway,” she said, frowning at me. “I’m pretty sure Lilith was the mother of monsters, or something like that. Some demon, or something like that. One of the cults had something to do with her.”
I got my smart phone out and googled Lilith. “Huh,” reading the Wikipedia page. “She was a Canaanite goddess and, according to Jewish mythology, was Adam’s first wife but refused to submit to his authority so he divorced her and married Eve.”
“Good for her,” Mary said.
The fact I initially used my powers to control Mary was still a sore subject between us, so I didn’t rise to her bait, and continued reading, “Then she became the mother of monsters and a succubus.”
“Just like I said,” pointed out Mary.
“Sorry if I didn’t want to trust Vampire: The Masquerade for my information,” I apologized, testily.
“Just Wikipedia.”
“It’s pretty reliable,” I said defensively. “Fine, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
“Good,” she said, nodding and smiling.. “As long as you remember that I’m always right, things will go smoothly for you, Mark.”
Wisely, I choose not to dispute that. “So, why would I need a monster mother’s help?” I asked, changing the subject.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know, maybe …”
We talked for a while longer, going round in circles about theories and speculations. In the end, we gave up and I promised to keep the crystal with me at all times, just in case. Mary snuggled up against me and feel asleep without a problem. And it turned out she snored. It was soft and kinda cute. And as I grappled with dark thoughts, trying to sleep, I found her snores … comforting. I wasn’t alone in the dark. Mary would be there with me to face whatever danger the Devil saw in my future.
When I finally fell asleep, it was a shallow, restless one, plagued with a reoccurring nightmare. I was surrounded by shadowy monsters, holding a crimsons crystal in my hand, Mary pressed behind me as I tried to protect her. I would say the words, “Lilith, appear before me.” But nothing happened and the monsters would swarm in and I would wake up, breathing hard. Mary would snuggled tightly against me, somehow instinctively consoling me in her sleep, and I would drift back off to sleep to experience the nightmare all over again.
I tried to ignore my worries and go back to sleep but it was too bright and my bladder was too full, so I stumbled towards bathroom. On the way, I noticed Mary out on the balcony and … I blinked, was that an easel in front of her? I had to pee to bad to find out, and kept stumbling to the bathroom. I braced one arm against the wall and started pissing, hoping I was getting it in the bowl. I was too tired to aim. After pissing, I fumbled with the shower controls. A hot shower always helped me wake up.
I leaned against the tiled walls of the shower, mauve and gray, and let the warm water pour over me. After several minutes of warm, luxurious bliss, I was finally feeling alive. I grabbed the soap and washed my body and then shampooed my hair. I stepped out of the shower and shaved my face and combed my hair. I slapped on some spicy aftershave Mary had bought me and spritzed some bodyspray in my armpits.
Yesterday, Allison and Desiree and cleared all of Desiree and her husband’s clothes and personal effects out of the master bedroom and replaced them with Mary and my clothing. I found some clean boxers, jeans, and a maroon polo shirt. Dressed, I grabbed my phone and sent Allison a text, before heading out to the master bedroom’s balcony to see what Mary was up to.
Mary stood before an easel and a large canvas, paintbrush in one hand and a wooden palette in the other, covered in smears of paints. She was dressed in one of my white, buttoned down shirts that fell down to mid thigh on her. Mary’s auburn hair was tied back and fell in a loose ponytail down her back. Her legs were long and gorgeous and she was barefoot, her feet small with cute little toes. She appeared to be painting Mount Rainier with the sun rising over the mountain’s shoulder.
“Hey, Mare,” I greeted, sitting down on the loveseat, admiring the way her shapely rear shifted about beneath the shirt tails as she painted. “Looking good!”
“Morning, hun,” Mary answered, not even looking at me. She was too fixated on her painting.
“Painting the Mountain?” I asked. God, what a stupid question. What else could she be painting. “It’s looking pretty.”
“Oh, thanks,” she said, absentminded.
“Any plans for today?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “No, not really. What were you thinking.”
I started to speak when someone knocked on the bedroom door. “Come in, Allison!” I shouted.
Allison padded through the room. The pink-haired teenage slut was dressed in a sexy, french maid outfit that she bought yesterday. The bodice of the dress was made of a transparent, black material that showed her hard nipples and the silver barbell that pierced each one. The skirt was made of many layers of white, lacy petticoats covered by the black, lacy material of the skirt. It was short, barely covered her ass when she stood straight, and when she bent over her ass and pussy would be on display.
“Good morning Master, good morning Mistress,” Allison said politely as she stepped out onto the balcony.
“Good morning, slut,” Mary said, still concentrating on her painting.
“Did you make the arrangements I asked you to,” I asked. Yesterday, I sent her several texts while Mary and I were shopping.
“Yes, Master, I made all the reservations and programmed the GPS,” Allison answered.
“Good slut,” I praised, and pulled my cock out. Allison knelt before me and sucked my cock into her warm mouth.
“What arrangements?” Mary asked, curiously. She glanced behind her and shook her head in amusement when she saw Allison blowing me.
Allison was a pro at blowjobs. She had a tongue stud, and the metal was a small spot of hard pressure, rubbing across my dick. “An orca tour,” I answered. “And then dinner in Seattle, at the Space Needle. If you want to?”
“Are you asking me out an a date while some sluts sucks on your dick?”
“Oh, yeah!” I moaned as Allison started bobbing her head on my shaft. I ran my hand through her bubblegum pink hair.
“Okay, sounds fun,” Mary answered. “When do we leave?”
I looked down at Allison. “Well, slut?”
Allison popped her mouth off my cock, “You need to leave within the next ninety minutes or so,” she answered then sucked my cock back into her mouth.
“Well, then I need to get ready,” Mary said. “Slut, when you finish blowing Mark, clean up here and take everything to my studio.”
Allison moaned around my cock that could have been, “Yes, Mistress.”
Mary bent down and kissed me on the lips. “Have fun,” she said with a smile, stroked Allison’s hair, and walked inside. I followed her ass with my eyes, enjoying her hip’s sway, before she disappeared into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed Allison’s wet mouth and tongue on my cock. She was bobbing her head rapidly on my dick, my sensitive head brushing the back of her throat. My balls tightened, and I came in her mouth.
“Thank you, Master, for your yummy cum,” Allison said, semen staining her lips, then she gently licked my cock’s mushroom head, lapping out all my cum, then zipped my pants back up.
I went downstairs and heard Desiree cooking in the kitchen. Desiree was an amazing cook, and I wondered what delicious food she was making for breakfast. My stomach rumbled, clearly just as eager for her cooking as I was. Still to tired to do anything constructive, I turned on the TV and saw a blurry, black and white image of my face off a security camera.
“The fuck,” I murmured to myself, turning the volume up.
“Authorities are asking for you help in identifying this man,” the news anchor reported, “wanted in connection with the a series of strange events that happened in the South Hill Bestbuy on Thursday and robbery of a jewelry store in a local mall, as well as several other strange occurrences. Eye witness place him in the company of two young women, one with red or auburn hair and one with hair dyed pink. Call Crimestoppers if you have any tips.”
Wow. I guess I made more of ripple than I thought. Well, I did start an orgy at the Bestbuy. I snorted, gas, huh. I guess that’s one way to explain a bunch of people fucking in the electronic aisle. Could this the danger the Devil was warning me of? I shook my head. No, that couldn’t be it. If any police showed up to arrest me, I would just tell them to let me go. And if Mary or Allison got arrested, I could just walk into the jail and free them.
The news then started talking about some stupid bullshit a dog did, so I turned it off. I stared at the blank screen of the TV and pulled out the red crystal, studying it. The gem appeared to be a perfectly ordinary crystal. It didn’t burn with that crimson light like last night, it was cool in my hand, and smooth as glass.
“Master?” I jumped. Desiree was standing in front of me, peering worriedly. She was dressed in the same maids outfit that Allison wore and her large tits covered by the sheer bodice dangled in front of my face. “Mi Rey, are you all right? You didn’t answer me.”
“Sorry, I was just thinking,” I replied, slipping the crystal back into my pocket, next to the engagement ring box. I needed to get my mind off what the Devil said. I hoped today was going to be a fun, romantic day with Mary that went perfectly. “What did you want, Desiree?”
“Breakfast is ready, mi Rey,” she answered. “Shall I go let Reina know.”
“Yeah, she’s probably getting out of the shower now,” I told her. “Desiree, what does, uh, mi rey mean?”
“My king,” Desiree answered, then a pained look frowned her face, “do you not like it?”
“No, no, I like it,” I paused. “So Reina is …”
“Queen,” she said with a shy smile, then headed upstairs to find Mary. “Tell her that!” I called after. Mary would love be called Queen.
In the kitchen there was a small, breakfast table and laid on it were four plates with omelets and crispy toast. A pitcher of orange juice set in the middle of the table along with several jars of various jams. On the counter, a pot of coffee steamed. I poured myself a cup, added cream, and set down at the table. The omelet turned out to be a tasty, southwestern omelet with red peppers, bacon, jalapeno, jack cheese, and avocado.
My three ladies marched in, Mary in her pink robe, her hair wrapped up in a towel, fresh from her shower, flanked by Allison and Desiree in their maid outfits. Mary set next to me and kissed me on the lips. Everyone complimented Desiree’s cooking, and hungrily devoured the omelets she made. Afterward, Mary and Allison disappeared upstairs to get Mary ready for our date while I nursed my third cup of coffee and watched Desiree clean the kitchen. It was quite sexy, catching flashes of her dark ass and pussy when she bent over, or reached up to put dishes away in the shelves.
When Mary returned, she found Desiree standing before the sink while I fucked her from behind. Desiree was just too sexy to resist. “What do you think?” Mary asked, twirling about in a yellow sundress decorated with red orchids. The dress had an ovoid, plunging neckline and a high skirt that fells to her mid-thigh. A pair of black, thigh-high, healed boots complimented the outfit. She had put on a light amount of makeup, transforming the natural beauty of her face into something amazing: a hint of blush on her cheeks, eyeliner that made her green eyes more brilliant, and a deep red lipstick that made her smiling lips more desirable.
“You look gorgeous,” I groaned, savoring Desiree’s silky cunt. “I love those boots.”
Mary laughed. “Are you almost finished, I don’t want to be late?”
“If you could make out with Allison, that might help,” I said, hopeful. “Fine,” Mary said. She pulled Allison to her and they kissed, tongues wrestling. Mary’s hand slid into Allison bodice and pulled out a perky breast and pierced nipple. Then, with a wink at me, she bent down and licked her tongue on Allison’s nub.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” I moaned and shot my load deep into Desiree’s cunt.
“Good, let’s go,” Mary said, impatient, and grabbed my arm. I barely had time to zip my pants up before Mary dragged me out of the kitchen. As the door swung close, I caught just the glimpse of Allison kneeling down before Desiree to drink my cum straight out of her pussy like a good slut.
In the living room, Mary grabbed a small purse that matched her dress and I picked-up my keys, pulled on my black duster, ignored Mary rolling her eyes at how ridiculous I looked, and grabbed the camcorder and the GPS that Allison had programed for our trip. Then we were outside and piled into my Mustang. The engine roared to life and the GPS was plugged in and, “Fuck, I didn’t know we had to go that far,”
The orca tour was apparently all the way north at Anacortes; north of Seattle and north of even Everett. The GPS predicted it would take a little more than two hours for us to drive north. When Mary slid into the car, the skirt of her dress rode up and I saw a flash of red hair. The saucy filly wasn’t wearing panties and I caught a glimpse of the fiery heart of pubic hair above her pussy. As I started driving, she slid up the skirt and lazily started to masturbate.
“That’s a little distracting,” I said, my eyes continually drawn to her finger slowly rubbing a circle on her clit.
“Between you fucking Desiree and having me make out with Allison, you got me horny,” Mary replied. “So just suck it up.”
“I’d prefer you to suck it up!” I said, leering at her.
She snorted with laughter, then closed her eyes, rubbing a little harder on her clit. She writhed in her seat, biting her lower lip. The scent of her arousal filled the car, sweet and spicy. Mary moaned softly, fingering herself, now, grinding her palm on her clit. Two fingers were fucking rapidly out of her cunt, her breath quickening. She arched her back and groaned wordlessly as she came.
“Now that you’re finished, mind sucking my cock?” I asked, my cock painfully hard in my pants
Mary eyes fluttered open. “Didn’t you tell me not to do that again. As I recall, you almost wrecked the car when you came.”
“Fine, I’ll pull over,” I said.
“We can’t be late,” Mary complained. “You’ll just have to wait.”
“C’mon, Mare, I’ll be quick.”
Mary snorted with laughter. “You sure know how to sweet talk a gal, Mark.”
“I love you,” I told her, reaching out and stroking her bared thigh. “You’re so beautiful and desirable. I’m powerless before your stunning beauty. You are a goddess, and I only wish to shower you with my affections.”
Mary started to gently rub her swollen vulva, teasing her lips, with her right hand. “Mmhh, shower me with your warm, sticky affections! That sounds so hot.” Her finger slipped into her cunt, fucking slowly in and out of her wet lips.
I reached down with one hand and unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out through my fly. “See how strong my devotion for you is! Look at how hard my desire to worship you is.”
Mary’s emerald, lust filled eyes were drawn to my cock. “Ohh, so big and hard,” she moaned. She licked her lips, and reached out and grasped my cock in her soft hand, stroked me twice, then slid down and cupped my balls. “Yes, you are full of thick, creamy offerings.” Resistance caving before lust, she lowered her head to my lap
Her mouth was warm and wet on my cock, wantonly sucking and rubbing her tongue on my sensitive head. I stroked her auburn hair, savoring the pleasure Mary was giving me. I was so excited from watching her masturbate, that I wasn’t going to last long in her sweet mouth. The car was filled with the wet noises of her mouth sucking my cock and her fingers fucking her cunt. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, “here cums your offering!” My balls tightened and then I was spilling my offering into my goddess’s mouth, and she drank it all, thirstily.
She sat up, lips stained white, and furiously rubbed her cunt and clit. “Ohh, that was so delicious,” she moaned, and licked her lips. “It was warm and salty! Fuck, fuck! Mmhh, your offering ran thick down my throat!” She bucked on the seat as she came again on her slim fingers.
“Having a woman’s mouth on your cock is the only way to drive,” I said, shoving my cock back into my pants.
Mary sighed. “Well, I’m just glad that you didn’t get us killed.” She fixed her emerald eyes on me, “And don’t expect me to do that again.”
An hour later, feeling frisky, I started stroking her thighs, then slipped my hand down and started to finger her wet pussy. Her face flushed and nipples hardened beneath her dress, and then she was more than happy to suck my cock again. I was enjoying the blowjob so much, I missed the exit from I-5 to highway 536 that led west to Anacortes. After I came, Mary glared at me for missing the exit and declared that she would never blow me again while I drove.
I got us turned around and thirty minutes later we rolled into Anacortes, a beautiful city resting on the northern peninsula of Fidalgo Island with the gorgeous Puget Sound on one side and forested hills on the other. We drove through the picturesque town, a classic American fishing town turned tourist destination. We passed old buildings, lovingly maintained, and pristine parks full of happy people. The salty smell of the Sound filled the car as we passed docks upon docks crowded with all shapes of boat. Small boats, yachts, fishing trawlers, and more.
When we finally reached the dock where the Island Explorer 3, a hundred foot-long white boat with two decks, sat moored, we had fifteen minutes to spare. Mary turned heads in her sexy sundress and thigh-high, black boots, as we boarded the ship. And it wasn’t just the men who stared, it seemed that every woman who saw her eyed her lustfully and Mary enjoyed every minute of the attention. Last night Mary had wished for all women to find her desirable and not resist any of her sexual advances, and it was definitely working. As we made our way to the bow, women kept brushing against her and smiling at her. Finally, we reached the bow, Mary stood at the rails and I stood behind her, hugging her as she bounced excitedly as the ship slipped its mooring and pushed out from the dock.
Mary’s ass wiggling against my cock had a predictable effect. Mary felt the hardness and whispered in a husky voice, “I’m not wearing panties. And with your coat …” She trailed off, as I quickly unzipped my pants and she felt my hard cock poking her pussy. My black duster hid what we were doing from view.
“So, my coat’s not so ridiculous,” I moaned into her ear as I slid my cock up inside her wet pussy.
She gasped. “I guess not.” And then she squeezed her cunt about my cock as I gently fucked her.
As the boat pulled out into the Puget Sound, steaming to the northwest towards the San Juan Islands, women started approaching Mary. They would talk to her, flirt with her, caress her arm, or just stand blushing in her presence. The pretty ones, Mary would kiss and slide her finger’s down into waistbands of pants or short, searching for wet pussies; and if they wore skirts she would slip a hand up underneath and finger the woman until she came. Most had husbands or boyfriends who objected to their girls being fingered, so I would have to order them to just stand there and watch. After cumming, Mary would send them away and hold up her sticky fingers to my lips and I would taste their musk.
I started to fuck Mary hard while she fingered the second woman, cumming into her tight pussy. Mary gasped and cried out and came on my dick. Then I would rest in her cunt until my cock would harden and I would start fucking her all over again. Our activities did not go unnoticed, but a few orders to the crews left us alone to pursue our pleasures.
After Mary fingered half a dozen women, and I cummed a couple of times into her pussy, Mary started to grow more bold and the next woman she fingered, a petite Japanese woman with olive skin and blue-black hair, Mary pulled up her shirt and pushed her bra up. Then, licking her lips, she bent down to suck on the Japanese woman’s small, round tits with her hard, brown nipples while she fingered the woman. A Japanese man, her husband I assumed, started snapping pictures of his wife getting her tits stuck and muttering something in Japanese. It sounded like he was enjoying the sight.
“That’s it,” Mary cooed, as the Japanese woman neared her orgasm, “come for me, slut. Come on my finger you nasty, lesbian slut!” Mary was fucking her hips back into me as I slammed my cock hard into her warm, wet depths. The sound of our fucking was wet and sloppy as several loads of cum already filled her pussy.
“I cum, I cum,” the Japanese woman moaned in thick, broken English, “You make cum, good!” the woman said, and Mary kissed her and then she stumbled into her husband. He pushed her up against the railing and I smiled as he started to fuck her with his small dick.
Mary held up her fingers and I licked the spicy flavor of the woman. “Does she taste good?” Mary moaned, “does the lesbian slut taste sweet?”
“So sweet!” I panted, I was nearing another orgasm. “I’m so close to cumming, Mare!”
“Cum in me,” Mary wantonly moaned, “fill me up with more of your warm cum!” Her cunt pulsed on my cock as she orgasmed and I groaned and shot another load into her wet cunt.
We were both breathless and sweaty. The cool, sea breeze felt like heaven on my hot skin. And then Mary gasped, and pointed excitedly. Out in the waves, three orcas broke the surface and we forgot all about sex as we watched these beautiful, majestic animals swimming through the water. I pulled out my camcorder from the pocket of my duster, and started filming. The whales were black with white bellies, and swam with speed and grace, knifing through the waves. Mary was right, it was romantic and I was glad I got to watch this with Mary.
“Aren’t they magnificent,” cooed a woman with a sultry, french accent.
A brunette woman, with a short, boyish haircut, slid up to the railing beside us. She was a short woman with the graceful, slim body of a dancer. She was dressed in black, skinny jeans that hugged her hips and ass and a maroon blouse with a deep, v-neck. A second woman, tall with dirty-blonde hair and blue highlights, stepped behind the French woman and hugged her. She was a curvy beauty in a lacy, white blouse and pleated, black skirts that showed off gorgeous, tanned legs. Both wore matching, diamond wedding rings.
“I know,” agreed Mary, her cunt gave a pleasant squeeze on my cock and I knew Mary was getting excited by the two women. “So beautiful and exotic.”
“I’m Lana,” the blonde woman said with a slight Slavic accent. She had the round face and prominent cheekbones of an Eastern European. “And this is my wife, Chantelle.”
“We’re on our honeymoon,” Chantelle said, excitedly.
“Congratulations,” Mary cheered. “I’m Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark.”
Then Mary leaned in and kissed Chantelle on the lips. Lana gaped in surprise, opened her mouth to object and Mary released her wife’s mouth and then kissed Lana on the lips. Chantelle struggled to catch her breath and Lana was just as breathless as her wife when Mary broke their kiss.
“I love your accent,” I told Chantelle, “what part of France are you from?”
“Saint-Jérôme in Quebec,” she answered, laughing, “but I live in Dupont, now.”
“We live in Dupont,” Lana said, pouting. Chantelle kissed her wife, apologetically. “Last year we bought this cute little house. It’s very cozy.”
Chantelle smiled wickedly. “Mmhh, very cozy,” she cooed and wiggled her shapely ass against her wife’s groin.
“So how’d you two meet,” Mary asked.
“We met dancing,” Lana asked. “We both work at Deja Vu in Lakewood. And one night, Chantelle was on stage and I was working the room, you know, looking for a guy who’d want to buy a lapdance. When we made eye contact, it was like, eh, electricity shot between us. And as Chantelle danced on stage, it was like she was dancing only for me. When we got off work, I took her home and we made love for hours.”
“Your strippers,” I blurted.
Chantelle gave me a frost stare. “Exotic dancers.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said, taken aback.
“I think that’s so romantic how you met,” Mary said, and slid her hand across the railing and caressed Chantelle’s.
Chantelle eyed us up and down. “Are you fucking her, right now?” she asked with a naughty smile.
“Just enjoying the sweet embrace of my girlfriend,” I answered, slyly.
Chantelle laughed and was about to say something when Lana excitedly pointed. “Ohh, look at her jump!”
An orca had burst out of the water, momentarily, and then plunged back into the black waters of the Sound. Lana hugged Chantelle excitedly, rocking her wife about in her embrace. Mary started stroking Chantelle’s arm, dragging a finger lightly up and down her silky skin. Chantelle smiled at her and eyed Mary lustfully with her hazel eyes.
“You two are wild,” Chantelle confided. “Lana and I enjoyed watching you finger that Asian beauty.”
“I would love to finger you, Chantelle,” Mary said as she caressed the French-Canadian’s arm.
“Hey!” Lana protested. “That’s my wife!”
There was an excited twinkle in Mary’s eyes and I knew what she desired. I grabbed Lana’s arm and pulled out of Mary’s pussy. “Hey, Lana, let’s me and you have some fun over here. You’re wife is in some very capable hands. So relax and let me do what I want and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
Lana didn’t struggle as I pulled her a few feat away. Mary and Chantelle were kissing passionately and Lana looked sadly at her new wife making out with another woman. “How could she?” she asked, plaintively, as I started to rub her firm, plump ass.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered in Lana’s ears. “She still loves you, she’s just having some fun. Don’t be jealous.”
Lana relaxed and I captured her juicy lips in a kiss and then spun her about, rubbing my sticky cock on the back of her skirt and then lifted it up, exposing her curvy ass covered by powder blue, lacy panties. I pulled those off the cheeks of her tan ass. It was sexy seeing no tan lines on a woman’s ass and I imagined this voluptuous women lying naked on the side of the pool, glistening with oil. I slid my cock between her legs, found the wet, shaved lips of her pussy and shoved into her wet tunnel.
“Oh, fuck,” Lana moaned, her cunt squeezing pleasantly on my cock. “That’s nice. Ohh, its been a few years since I had a cock in me!”
Chantelle’s jeans and bright, red thong, were tangled about her ankles, her slim ass shoved up against the railing as Mary tribbed her, fucking her clit hard into Chantelle’s. Chantelle was moaning, writhing on Mary’s hips as Mary sucked on her neck. Both newlywed lesbians moaned as they were fucked. Lana reached out and captured her wives hand and they gripped each other tightly as there pleasures built.
Around us, other couples were starting to join the fun. The Japanese couple were the catalyst. Husbands and boyfriends that had to watch Mary finger their partners, now had their women bent over rails, fucking them passionately. I started another orgy, it seemed. I wonder if they would blame this one on gas. Lana’s cunt was convulsing on my dick, driving other thoughts out of my mind as she came hard.”
“Fuck me, fuck me!” Lana moaned. “Flood my cunt, stud.”
My balls tightened, my orgasm building, and then it exploded out of me, flooding her warm pussy. “Jesus, that was nice!” I gasped, kissing Lana’s neck, breathing hard.
Chantelle and Mary were writhing together, grinding their pussies together. “You gonna cum for me?” Mary hissed into Chantelle’s ear. “Is your dirty cunt gonna cum on my pussy? You gonna cum on another woman while your wife watches?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Chantelle moaned. “Watch me, Lana! Watch me cum!”
Lana squeezed her hand, supportively. “Cum, cupcake.”
Mary and Chantelle came together, bucking wildly against each other. “I’m cumming, Lana! Oh, it so sweet!”
Satiated, Mary broke her embraced with Chantelle and stumbled next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Lana and Chantelle embraced passionately and kissed and it was Lana’s turn to trib Chantelle. Mary and I stood, arm in arm, and watched the orcas play in the Puget Sound accompanied by the sounds of passion from about the ship. The orcas were magnificent beasts, graceful and powerful.
When the orcas disappeared beneath the waves, and the Island Explorer 3 turned to head back to Anacortes, Mary turned to me and kissed me. “Thank you,” she whispered, tears beading her eyes. “That was magical.”
I caressed her face. “It was,” I answered and cupped her chin and kissed her.
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Mary and I were the first to step off the Island Explorer 3, followed by Lana and Chantelle. On the way back, it was pretty obvious that Mary need to get cleaned up. I had shot four or five loads up in her and it was leaking down her legs. Lana got to do the honors, while her wife cleaned my cock. Lana was still licking up my cum when I shot a load down Chantelle’s throat, so I ordered Chantelle to join her wife. Mary came on both their faces.
“Can we keep them?” Mary asked, panting hard from her orgasm.
“Sure, Mare,” I told her, liking the idea of having a pair of married lesbians for sex slaves.
We got into my silver Mustang, proud owners of two more sluts. Mary had them follow in their beat up old Honda Civic. It may have been red once, or blue, or white. So many side panels and fenders had been replaced over the years, who could say what the cars original color was. I had to resist speeding like a manic since I wasn’t sure the Honda could keep up, but we eventually made our way through the terrible Seattle traffic in downtown and reached the Space Needle.
After a brief stop at the Restaurant so I could give the staff some instructions, we went up to the observation deck and saw the breathtaking view from the top of the Space Needle. You could see for practically forever. Seattle looked amazing, sandwiched on an isthmus between the Puget Sound to the west and Lake Washington to the east. Mount Rainier was as imposing as ever, the mountain’s glacier looked on fire from the setting sun. We watched the sun set behind the Olympic Mountains across the Sound.
As the last rays of the sun vanished behind the purple shadow of the distant Olympics, I fell to one knee, and reached into my pocket. Lana and Chantelle, who had been enjoying the romantic vista with each other, gathered around. Lana had my camcorder and, thanks to the heads up I gave her, was filming. Mary had this stunned yet excited look on her face and was slowly blushing a deep red.
I fumbled getting the box out of my pocket, almost dropping it, but I just manage to hold on. I opened the ring box and held it up. “Mary, I stole your heart and then you stole mine, and while we may not have known each other long, it has been long enough for me to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed, eyes full of tears.
She pulled me up and threw her arms about me and kissed me thoroughly. Time seemed to stop and there was only Mary and I, connected body and soul. Our bodies were pressed together, out tongues in each other’s mouth. I staggered when she broke the kiss, leaning on Mary to avoid falling down while she clung tightly to me for support. Around us, other tourists clapped and whistled. I pulled the black diamond engagement ring out of the box and my hand trembled as I slid it onto her left ring finger and then we were kissing again.
The applause and cheers died away when we both kissed Lana and Chantelle and the spectators all walked away in confusion or disgust, or both. But Mary and I didn’t care. We were happy to share our love with out sluts. Mary clung tightly to me as we headed down to the Skycity Restaurant, one floor below the observation deck.
To surprise Mary, I had left her outside when I gave the staff my specific instructions, so she didn’t know what to expect and she was excited to find out. The Maitre D’ was waiting outside the restaurant entrance next to a close sign. He was politely apologizing to customers who wanted to dine there. He let the four of us pass with a stiff nod, clearly unhappy but unable to object. In the restaurant the female, attractive members of the wait staff lined up naked save for little, white waist aprons, leaving their flat stomachs and beautiful breasts on display. There were six of them, all gorgeous in their own, unique ways.
“Choose three to wait on us,” I told Mary, “and the other three will serve Chantelle and Lana.”
“Thank you, Master,” Lana said, eyes feasting on the banquet of naked women, arm wrapped around her wife. Chantelle licked her lips.
“Your welcome, Lana,” I said. “Its your honeymoon, still, so you two have fun.”
Mary considered the women and choose a buxom, raven-haired girl, a lanky blonde, and a short, but very busty, Asian woman. She wrapped an arm around the blonde and the Asian and pulled them tight and grinned wickedly at me. “Oh, we’re going to have fun tonight!”
To be continued …
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The Payment
This is a story of pure fiction, upon special request of mandmd
The Amulet
HE AMULET
The auctioneer droned on, “who’ll give me twenty dollar, twenty dollar, twenty dollar, who’ll give me twenty dollar twenty dollar, twenty dollar? Come on people, we have a box of antique jewelry that’s at least worth ten times what we’re asking here! We have to move this stuff, so please, someone out there give me twenty dollars.” Drew thought about it for another second, and then slowly raised his hand! “Finally, we have a bid of twenty dollars. Do I hear twenty five? Sold, to the man in the blue plaid shirt for twenty dollars, he stole it from you ladies and gents. Our next item up for bid is……………” Drew made his way through the crowd up to a table where he paid his twenty bucks and picked up his box of old jewelry and knick knacks. As he carried his prize to the car he thought, “Why in the hell did I buy this old junk, what a waste of money!” He tossed the box into the back seat of his car and headed for home.
He popped open a can of beer and plopped down at the kitchen table. He opened the lid of the card board box and peered inside, immediately he picked up a small wooden case with a silver clasp. Carefully flipping open the small latch, he lifted the top and much to his surprise, encased on a blue velvet cloth was a polished piece of amethyst hanging from a thin leather string. “Wow,” he mumbled while holding it in his hand. “It’s beautiful!” As he examined it closer, he detected writing etched in its stone face. With the aid of a magnifying glass he read, “Who ever wears this amulet around his neck, will have the power to control minds and wills.” “What a bunch of bullshit,” he said with a laugh. “But it’s still a pretty stone,” he thought while putting the leather strap around his neck. Little did he realize how much the little stone would change his life forever.
Stepping into an empty elevator to make the ride to the twentieth floor where he was a junior executive with an investment banking company, Drew pushed the button for his stop and waited for the doors to close. At the last moment, a young blonde with big breasts slipped through the sliding door and punched her floor! Both of them nodded at each other, in a sort of elevator form of etiquette, and then as usual, stood silently as the car made its accent! Out of the corner of his eye Drew mentally undressed the big boobed beauty and thought to himself, “I wonder what size those baby’s are?” His mouth almost dropped to the floor when out of the blue she turned to him and said calmly, “They’re 34C!” “Excuse me?” Drew replied in a stunned voice. “My bra size,” she answered, “it’s 34C!” The door to the elevator slid open and Drew stepped into the corridor while looking over his shoulder with his mouth agape. “Sweet jesus in heaven,” he said aloud while entering his office complex. “How in the hell did she know what I was thinking?”
While still trying to figure out what happened, he took his seat behind his desk, he picked up his copy of the Journal and forgot all about it!
Later in the morning as he was pouring over some trading charts, a knock on his door frame made him look up to see the mail girl standing in the doorway. “Come on in, Jill,” he said with a nod. “What have you got for me today?” “Not much, Mr. Carter, just the usual,” she replied brightly. As she dropped the rubber banded cluster of mail on his desk, he couldn’t help wondering if this little nymph had a shaved pussy. “I trim it, so my bush doesn’t show when I wear a swim suit,” she offered, before turning heal and leaving him sitting there in stunned silence. “W-what the hell is going on here,” he said softly, “first the blonde on the elevator, and now Jill!?!” As he leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, he felt the small stone press into his flesh under his shirt and thought, “It can’t be, it’s just a old piece of rock.” Still, his curiosity was piqued, so he decided to make a little test!
He pressed the button on his intercom and spoke, “Jean, can you please bring in the charts for last Thursday.” Moments later, his secretary executive assistant appeared at the door with the requested documents and said, “Gott’em right here boss!” As she walked towards him with the charts, he concentrated and thought, “When is the last time you got fucked, Jean?” She handed him the charts and said easily, “Last night,” and then calmly as you please left his office and returned to her desk. “Holy smokes,” he said, it works, it really works.”
Drew now realized that he could get people to reveal things to him, but the real question was whether he could get someone to actually do his bidding. Taking a walk to the coffee room, he passed the office of another junior exec, Blair Owens, who the other j.e.’s considered to be an ice queen! He stuck his head into her office and asked, “Hey, Blair, I’m going for coffee, do you want me to get you a cup!?!” She looked up at him over the top of her glasses and replied curtly, “No, thank you, I already have some.” He paused for a second before leaving her office and thought to himself, “When I get back from the coffee room I want you to have your panties laying in the middle of your desk.”
Nervously Drew poured a cup of coffee and slowly walked back to his office, stopping casually in front of Blair’s office to peer inside. “Christ alive,” he said to himself, “she fucking did it, her panties are sitting right in the middle of her desk. Now growing more bold, he thought as he stared at her, “Reach under your dress and finger your cunt!” Almost automatically, Blair casually began fingering her pussy while he stood in her doorway watching her. Looking around to make sure no one else was coming, he thought, “Call yourself a fucking whore!” Now nearing an orgasm, Blair sighed, “I’m a fucking whore!!!” “Okay,” he thought, “blow your nut for me, cunt.” Almost instantly, her whole body shook as a climax enveloped her pussy. Now taking a little pity on her, Drew let her relax and get back to work. Sitting back down at his desk, Drew couldn’t wait for lunch, he had a lot of thinking to do.
On his way to lunch he stopped at Jean’s desk to check for messages, and thought, “Did you suck him off last night too.” Again, calmly and casually she replied, “Of course. “Did you swallow?” he thought. “Oh, yes, I swallowed it all,” she answered back. Elated at his discovery, he headed off for lunch. Again, he was alone on the elevator with an attractive woman and thought, “Reach out and touch my cock.” Suddenly a small hand snaked out and grabbed a handful of his crotch, while feeling around for his pecker!!! “Do you suck,” he thought?!? “Yes,” she replied!!! “When we get down stairs, follow me, when I tell you too, you’ll drop to your knees and suck me off!!!”
Like an obedient dog, the woman followed Drew into a store room and immediately dropped to her knees when he pulled out his now rock hard cock!!! “Suck it off,” he thought, “let me cum in your mouth!!!” It was dead quiet in the small room, except, that is, for the smacking sound of lips on the head of his pecker!!! Hungrily she worked the head of his pecker until it spurted all over her lips and into her mouth!!! Now taking another chance, instead of thinking it he said out loud, “Show me your pussy!!!” Again, without a hint of question, the stranger lifted her dress and exposed her hairy pussy to him!!! He reached out and quickly brought her to an orgasm with his finger while she stood impassively holding up her dress!!! After zipping up he said, “After I leave, wait a minute before you leave, have a nice day!!!”
Sitting in the cafe around the corner from his office he decided to have some fun with one of the waitresses as he thought, “Your pussy itches like the devil and you have to scratch it!!!” Standing in the middle of the restaurant, as if she were alone, the waitress slipped her hand inside of her jeans and worked over her slit like there was no tomorrow, and of course, before long, everyone in the place was pointing and laughing at the lascivious behavior of the young woman with her hand in her pants!!!
Drew noticed one woman who was making more fun of the waitress than anyone else, so he decided to have a little fun with her so he thought, “Stand up, take off your top and play with your tits. Again, as if controlled by a strange force, the middle aged woman stood up and did as she was told. The whole place was a buzz as they watched one woman rubbing her cunt, while another was calmly cupping and manipulating her big jugs!!! One of the woman’s friends was trying to get her to sit down and cover herself, so Drew gave her the message to take off her panties and masturbate for the crowd! Oooooo’s and ahhhhh’s came from the crowd as the young lady sat on a table top and furiously fingered her dripping pussy so that everyone could see her. Again using the power of suggestion, he ordered, “Beg for someone to eat your cunt.” Now in a fit of extreme sexual arousal, the little masturbater pleaded, “Please, somebody eat me, I need to have a mouth on my cunt.” No one moved, not wishing to get involved in such a wild scene, until Drew suggested that the waitress with her hand in her pants orally satisfy the begging little bitch!!! The crowd actually cheered as the mouth of the waitress attached itself to the pussy of the masturbating cunt! Drew chuckled as he dropped some money on the table for his lunch, and just before leaving, showed some mercy on the out of control women and thought, “Just for another five minutes.” And then he left.
The elevator was packed with men and women returning from lunch, but for some reason, all of the women began rubbing their vaginas right through their dresses and skirts. The men just stared as all of the females itched their pussies right in front of them. As Drew stepped off at his floor, he gave one final command to the women, show the men your pussies. As the door slid shut, he could just make out several of the women pulling up their skirts and pulling down their panties. Now secure with his power, he wandered through the office making everyone strip, both males and females. One more quick suggestion and all of the men were getting blown by their female work mates, all that is, except for Jill, the cute little mail room girl. He had her follow him back to his office where he had her sit naked on his desk and masturbate for him. She had a very cute pussy and it didn’t take her long at all to rub herself to a really hard orgasm.
Drew asked her if she had ever sucked a pussy, and when she said no, he went over to Blair’s office and had her follow him back to his office, where upon he had Jill suck Blair’s hot cunt to a shattering climax!!! Then he turned them around and had Blair eat out Jill. It was evident that both of them were very oral, as each of them brought the other to climax very quickly. While Jill was petite and trim, Blair had a very large set of boobs and a big fat ass, so Drew decided it would be a good idea if Blair nursed Jill with her large breasts!!! Jill lay in the arms of the bigger woman, with her nestled against her chest and her mouth eagerly sucking one of Blair’s big hard nipples. Even though both women were normally heterosexual, Drew made sure that he suggested that from now on, they would take turns eating each other out at least once a day.
The big boss, Mr. Cotter, had the corner office overlooking the lake, but when Drew looked inside, he wasn’t admiring the view, instead he was getting his cock sucked by Gretta, his secretary of twenty odd years!!! At fifty five she was kinda old and saggy, but it was obvious that this wasn’t the first cock she had ever sucked!!! He chuckled a bit and was about to return to his own office when low and behold he ran into Mrs. Cotter, she must have come down town and was stopping in to see her husband!!! Drew decided to have a little fun, so he said, “Hi Mrs. Cotter, let me escort you to your husband’s office!!!” He opened the door just in time so that both he and Mrs. Cotter witnessed her husband losing his load into his secretary’s mouth!!! Mrs. Cotter stood stunned, frozen in her tracks as she watched in utter dismay as her hubby was getting a good suck job from Gretta!!!
Finally when she was able to speak, she was about to scream a string of expletives at her husband, but instead, she calmly asked if Gretta would kindly suck her pussy for her!!! The sixty year old matron began undressing while Gretta led he over to a large chair where she sat her down and lowered her mouth to the older woman’s dripping hot box!!! Her husband watched with a bemused smile on his face as his secretary licked his wife to a hard quick orgasm!!! Just before he closed the door and left the happy threesome, Drew suggested that Mr. Cotter fuck both of the woman one after the other!!! As the door silently shut, Drew saw both women lay down on the floor and spread their legs in anticipation of a good hard fucking!!!
That evening back at his home, Drew ordered a pizza from the local shop and sat down to watch a little television! When the door bell rang, he grabbed a twenty from his wallet and opened the door, only to be faced with a pretty red headed pizza delivery girl !!! She handed him the pizza, he handed her the twenty, and then, with just a thought, she came into his living room and showed him her fiery red furred pussy!!! As he buried his face into her hot muff he thought, “Just like the advertisement says, we deliver it hot or you get it free!!!”
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