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Galaxy – Home

An off duty stripper looking for a new idea of home finds it when she goes home with a mysterious bartender

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Home alone with Alyssa part 4.

In part 4, our sex addicted teenage step siblings, Brad Wilson and his lover slash stepsister Alyssa Dean continue their erotic sexual adventures. This half of our story is filled with one on one sex. But the final scene may, or may not surprise you. Alyssa has a sexual encounter with someone closely related to Brad.

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Unwanted: Part 1

It is mid summer and Jon wants to play in his sister’s room. What he has in mind is not fun and games though. Tiffany has no choice but to accept his advances though as her parents always let Jon have what he wants while punishing her for complaining in the slightest.

Fantasm

Rider Chapter 2

As you may remember, I went on a bit of a bender after Rose’s death. It’s been five years, just over, since she disappeared. As I said, I’ve seen a few other women, with always the same outcome – I just couldn’t handle the closeness, the sense of loss for what I once had.
Well, not a lot has happened since I wrote the last story, about a year and a half ago. I’m still in my job – I managed not to get fired, just – and I’m still a regular at the bar. Got a couple of grey hairs now, though, but I’ve managed not to put on any pounds, thank God. Stayed off the rollies too, and feeling much better for it.
This takes place just a few months ago, on the five year anniversary of Rose’s vanishing.
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Right, where was I that night? Easy to answer – the bar. And tonight, I was going to get utterly, utterly hammered. As I discovered, five years doesn’t dull the pain nearly as much as it should.
I’d drunk til closing time, then given John – same old barman! – a few roubles on the side, and he’d returned with a bottle of Vodka. “On the breakages,” he muttered, and I nodded gratefully. It wasn’t the first time.
I sat outside on the step, in the shelter of the doorway to avoid the falling snow. Raising the bottle, toasting the flickering street-light a few yards away, I worked my way round the lump in my throat and whispered, “Here’s to you, Rose, wherever you are. Remember I love you.” And with that, I buried my head in my arms and started to cry.
The purring of an engine did little to rouse me from my stupor, until a voice broke the relative silence to say, “You all right, buddy?” There was the click of a door, and I raised my head to look up. A woman, dressed in cast-off mechanics’ overalls, was standing on the pavement, looking down at me. Hurriedly I wiped my face on my sleeve, stumbling to my feet. “Erh, yeah, I’m ok really. Just a little emotional,” I slurred, not looking at her.
There was no response. Still staring at the ground in shame, I shrugged and looked at my bottle. I was just about to ask her to leave, when she suddenly spoke.
“Pete… Peter?”
I spun round to look at her, neatly depositing myself at her feet as I did so, the slippery snow and the alcohol doing nothing for my composure. She reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. I looked at her, and saw in that worn face someone I knew, someone I loved. “Rose? Is… is that you?” She nodded, and her arms went out to me just as mine went out to her.
We stood, holding each other on the pavement, for long minutes. When she pulled back, she had tears on her cheeks. Without a word, she tugged me to her car, and drove in silence to my flat.
When we reached my flat I groped in my pockets for my key, finally extracting it and sheepishly proffering it to Rose, explaining, “I really doubt I could open this lock anytime soon!” She looked at me for a second, then took the key and opened the door, pulling me through and locking it behind her. I extricated myself from her grasp and stumbled to the bathroom, locking the door and then throwing up, hard, into the toilet. Pulling myself up and staring into the grimy mirror, I shook my head at the state I was in, and splashed some icy water on my face.
Still gasping from the shock of the cold water, I left the bathroom, walking discernibly straighter than before, and found Rose had put some coffee on to boil. I stood beside her at the kitchen counter and took her in my arms. Burying my head in her hair, I took in her scent, remembering it like she’d left only yesterday.
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Over coffee she told me what happened.
“The day I was due to meet you, I got car-jacked, around three hundred miles outside Moscow. It was a young man and his girlfriend. He kept his car, and gave mine to her. I heard later she died in it, but I don’t know anything about that. The guy – he called himself Vladimir – forced me into his car. Turns out that there’s a large Clan – maybe two hundred riders – who’ve taken up residence in what was once a peasant village, that was abandoned and forgotten in the Stalin purges. I don’t think it even has a name. They called it the Enclave.
“Vlad was surprisingly protective of me. The rapes I’d heard of never happened, though there were some close moments. He was pretty good to me, all in all.
“Turned out, though, that I knew just as much about cars as their best guys did, so I got drafted into the mechanics side of their clan. I spent three years working, doing that. Then, one day, a seriously beat up car was recovered by a clan member who subsequently flaked out and shot himself. No-one wanted the car, so I took it.
“It took me a year to do it up, starting from scratch, using parts from other totalled cars. And then, some guy, who didn’t like the fact Vlad wouldn’t let him get his leg over, nicked the fucking thing, and set it alight. A year’s work, lost like that. Vlad killed him for that, though. Sometimes I wonder if he fell in love with me.
“Still, it doesn’t matter. There I was, carless again. For the next ten months, I worked harder than ever, and managed to fix up another wreck. A shite car, but it had wheels.
“And then one night, I just upped and left. It took me a week to find out where I was. Since then, I’ve been on my way to Moscow – got a new car on the way – though it’s not much of an improvement. I’ve been searching for you for three weeks now. When I saw you at the bar tonight, I didn’t honestly think it could possibly be you. But… well, here we are.”
I sat in silence for a while, staring at her shoes. Then, lifting my head, I met her eyes. “I read about Vlad’s girl’s death in the paper – I thought it was you, in fact. Since you left, I’ve not done much with my life. Still the same old job, you know how it is. Met a few women, but… I just couldn’t relate to them. It’s good to see you, Rose.”
She nodded, setting down her coffee cup and taking mine from my hands. The coffee was cold now, anyway. “Well, it’s damn good to see you, Peter. But right now, I’d like to go to bed. I’ve not slept since yesterday night.”
I just nodded and led her to the bedroom, turning off the lights as she undressed and slid between the sheets. I disrobed and climbed in beside her, pulling her soft form to me. She rested her head on my chest, and, the room still trying to spin around me, I fell into sleep.
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When I woke up, the bed was empty. I rolled over and touched the spot where she’d been lying, and found that it was still warm. Sitting up, I cursed long and loud as my hangover kicked in, my head pounding like a jackhammer, right between my temples. The curtains had been drawn, revealing a grey and cloudy day. For a moment I lay in bed, my forearm over my eyes, and thought about last night, running into Rose after all those years.
The bedroom door clicked and swung open as Rose pushed it open with her foot, bearing a tray with a coffee pot and two mugs. She chuckled at me as I cringed as she flicked the lightswitch with her elbow, and I winced as she slammed the door with her foot. “Hungover much, then?” she inquired with a raised eyebrow. I could only nod.
She set the tray down on the bedside cabinet and sat on the bed. It finally dawned on me that she was dressed, and dressed in clothes she wasn’t wearing yesterday. Black T-shirt, black jeans, and faded motorcycle boots. “Did you go out?” I enquired, sitting up and pouring myself a mug of coffee. It steamed in the cold of my bedroom – the damn boiler was broken again, and I’d not got around to getting it fixed.
“Yeah,” she said. “You were spark out, so I thought I’d head off to – to where I’ve left the car, and get some things. I figured you wouldn’t wake up.” I nodded wryly, and drank great gulps of the coffee. “What time is it?” I asked. She checked her watch and told me it was just after nine. I cursed again, and struggled out of bed – spilling my bloody coffee on the way, too. “Shit, I’m late for fucking work. The boss’ll kill me!” She laughed at me, shaking her head, and pointed out that it was a Saturday. I looked at her, shaking my head at my own stupidity, and started to laugh. She laughed with me, and, as the laughter faded out, we sat there and looked at each other.
I studied her face. She was older than when I met her first, that was plain to see. Lines that hadn’t been there before were now etched, like great sorrows, into her face. Years of working in the wastelands of Russia, repairing cars, had ground in fine lines of oil that showed up like deep shadows on her face. She seemed almost hardened. But when she smiled, the years fell off, and it was like she was in that bar again, asking me for a seat.
That day was a little surreal. I go dressed and we went out. We walked for an hour or so, deep into the Moscow backstreets, down alleys that I didn’t even know existed. Finally, we came to a parking lot. There, at the end, was her car. It was nothing like the gleaming, sensual piece of engineering that she’d had when I met her. This, too, was black, but it was battered. Dents had been sprung out, but you could still see where they’d been. The wheel arches were muddy and smeared with dirty snow, and the windscreens were grey/brown sheets, punctuated with the clear glass where the wipers had done their work. It looked like a workhorse, rough but effective.
“Yeah, it does the fucking job, at least,” she quipped as she saw me study it. “We’ll take it back to yours – it’ll be a little safer than leaving it here, at least. Hop in.”
I got in, and she pulled off with the slightest of screeches. Cutting down a couple of overgrown alleys, she pulled out onto the main road to my flat, deftly inserting herself between two taxis that seemed, to me, to be almost nose to bumper. Nonetheless, she found the space somehow.
Pulling up by my flat, she pulled a dufflebag out of the boot, hefting it over her shoulder. We climbed the stairs to my apartment, let ourselves in, and she made lunch while I took a much needed shower. As I returned to the kitchen, she was rummaging through the dufflebag. I had a quick look in over her shoulder, and noticed the flash of banknotes. “Got some cash there, then? It’s ok, you don’t need to pay rent!” I quipped. “It’s not rent money – it’s all my money. Just before I found you I was planning on going South again, so I withdrew all my savings. 35 million roubles here.”
My eyebrows rose in shock as I calculated. “That’s nearly 3/4 of a million! Where the hell did you get that?!” She merely raised an eyebrow and bit into her sandwich. I sensed the discussion was closed.
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Life slipped into an easy rhythm in the next few days. I got up for work each day, she made me coffee. We left at the same time, she’d drop me off at work, and then drive off. Sometimes she wouldn’t return until late, 10 or 11 at night. She seldom spoke, and I seldom broke the silence. It wasn’t an uneasy one, mind. There just wasn’t much that either of us had to say. She was solitary, and I wasn’t exactly Mr Party either, so it suited us.
Often she’d come in late, and, without a word, crouch in front of me as I sat on the sofa and kiss me passionately, before pulling me into the bedroom. She’d climb on me and ride me without a sound, barely a shadow in the dark, collapsing on my chest as she came, before pulling me on top of her, clutching my shoulders as I emptied myself into her.
Sometimes she wept afterwards, silently, but I felt her tears on my shoulder. I didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell me.
Months passed. Rose got a new car, gleaming and black, just like the old one. She spent many hours underneath it and inside the bonnet, tweaking it just right.
My parents died. They were rich, and, though I’d not spoken to them in years, they left me all their assets. I was their only son. Suddenly I was rich, and I didn’t know what to do with the money. I spoke to Rose about it, and she told me that I should do what my heart wanted. And with those words I did know what I wanted. As we sat in the kitchen on Saturday morning, naked, I said to her, “I want to do what you do. Between us, we have the money to never have to work again. We can be nomadic, like you used to be.”
She looked at me, hard. “This isn’t a decision you make on a whim, Peter. There’s no romance in this life. You have to love it to stick with it. It’s hard. It’s alienating. Still… it’d be great to have you with me.” And with that, she broke out into a smile. “C’mon, if you’re serious, let’s go. We’ll pick you up a car on the way. And, for God’s sake, some proper clothes!”
I grinned, like a little boy. For the first time, I felt free. We dressed quickly, me in jeans, jumper and desert boots, her in the black top, jeans and boots that I associated with her and Riding. She packed her dufflebag with the efficiency of someone who’s done it many times. “Take what you must, if anything. You don’t need clothes. But grab a bag for your cash – there’s no ATMs where we’re going.” I could only nod, hoping to hell that I was still in control.
We got into her car and roared off. I felt exhilarated and breathless. Stopping at my bank, I went inside with my dufflebag and requested the attention of the manager. I explained to him that I wished to withdraw all the money in my current and saving accounts and close them both. He seemed a little surprised, but complied without much persuasion. 117 million roubles, it came to, all told. 2.4 million, in Sterling. Like I said, my folks were rich.
Back in Rose’s car, we took off towards a car dealer. With money to spend, I could barely contain myself from buying the fastest thing they had, but Rose cautioned me. “You’ve got to eat, sleep in this thing. You’ve got to be able to drive for 30 hours without getting cramps. Don’t be a fool.” Taking her advice, I prowled around the cars in the lot, looking for the one. And, near the back, I found it. Midnight blue, a long swept bonnet and tapering tail, the engine roared like a velvet lion. The instant I slid into the seat, I knew for sure. It seemed to mould itself around me, like it had been built for me.
I bought it. The next few hours passed in something of a blur, as Rose played with the engine, making a few critical noises – but as many pleased ones, as well – installed some radio gear in the cars that I was certain I’d never figure out how to use, before stepping out, leaving the door wide open, with the words, “Enjoy. She should serve you well.” I slid in and gunned the engine, slipping out the dealership on Rose’s tail. Stopping only to pick up provisions for my car, along with maps, and a handgun and knife for my protection – even I knew that bears weren’t the worst things out there.
We stopped at the first motel on the East highway out of Moscow, and killed time until evening, playing pool – badly – and musing in silence over a pint or two. At last night began to fall. Rose got out the maps, and pointed to Tomsk. “That’s where we’re going this time. I’ve an – an old friend over there, who I’ve not seen in a little too long. It’s over 2000 miles, so we’re better get started. All being well, it’ll take us about 2, maybe 3 nights driving.” With a quick kiss to my forehead, she got into her car.
I shook myself out of my slight daze and followed suit. She gunned her car down the highway, and I followed, leaning back in the seat as my speed reached 100mph. I had a slight nagging disquiet in my mind – her tone of voice when she mentioned her friend had unsettled me. Shrugging it off, I got comfortable for the long drive to Tomsk.

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Being with Mary

Something I threw together, I was in a weird mood when I wrote this so let me know what you think in the comments below!

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A wish for A wish

A wish for A wish
I was pissed, I felt my hands clenched into fists as Tabitha told me she was going to prom with Andy rather than me. Now normally I wouldn’t be this upset over being turned down, but a week ago she had told me that she would go with me.
“Uhh Tyler please understand,” she had said, “Andy’s really special to me.” When I didn’t respond, she tried to compromise by saying that she’ll give me a handjob later. Compared to what she and Andy will be doing on prom night, the handjob seemed like a fucking weak offer.
“Whatever,” I said grudgingly and walked off. To calm myself down I went to the gym for about two hours. The sky was darkening as I walked home. It wasn’t until I reached my street when I heard a cry. Turning my head towards the sound, I saw a man in a white uniform trying to take a bag from an old lady, the old lady struggled to fight against him. I grabbed my cell phone and quickly punched the numbers for the police and told them the situation. I was able to catch the man in surprise by charging right into him knocking him out cold.
About seven minutes later the police arrived and hauled the guy off. I turned to leave, but the old lady stopped me.
“Thank you young man,” she said.
“Ah no problem ma’am,”
She then offered the bag up to me and said, “Please accept this as my gratitude,” I looked from the bag back to the old lady and finally took it, the old lady nodded and turned to walk away. I looked into the bag and saw what looked like an old fashion dusty as hell lamp. I looked up but to my surprise the old woman was gone. Later that night at my house, I sat at my bed staring intently at the lamp. I grabbed it and with a damp towel started wiping around it to get rid of the dust. Doing that reminded me of the movie Aladdin and just for fun I started to rub my arm against the lamp. For the first five seconds nothing happen, and I was about to stop until the lamp started vibrating like crazy and a faint purple smoke started spewing out of it. At that moment the whole house felt like it was shaking and the whole room was turning a red.
I was getting so damned scared that I almost shouted, “I wish this shit would stop.”
Then I suddenly heard, “Your wish is my command master,” Immediately everything was normal again. Still scared as hell I grabbed the lamp and shoved it in my closet and piled it with clothes. At that moment my seven year old brother bounded in my room.
“Your toooo loud,” He exclaimed at the top of his lungs.
“What do you want,” I said scowling. He looked around and pointed at my 3ds.
“I want that.” He screeched.
“Well too bad, my 3ds is not to be loaned to anyone under the category of obnoxious.”
Suddenly he started wailing around my room screaming off his bratty head, “AAAAH, I WAAAAAANT IIIT, AAAAAAAAH.”
“I WISH YOU WERE IN BED ASLEEP OR SOMETHING FOR AT LEAST FIFTHTEEN HOURS,” I roared at him.
After that he immediately stopped his eyes droopy. He then fell asleep right on the floor. I carried him to his room and placed him on his bed.
“What the hell just happened,” I asked myself. When I got back to my room, I nearly had a fit. Thick purple smoke filled my room, I watched in both awe and horror as the smoke began to compress itself into a human shape. The shape took a step towards me, then the smoke disappeared entirely and it left behind the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.
She was only a few inches shorter than me, her skin was lightly tanned, she had shoulder length black hair, and brown eyes. Her breasts were mid-C’s and very perky, she had a nice and voluptuous ass that I grab for hours, the fact that she had a great body was reinforced by her clothes. She was wearing what seemed like a two-piece bikini except it was purple laced with what looked like pure gold. This made her small nipples quite visible. Her body just seemed too perfect, at that moment she took another step towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck and embraced me in the hottest kiss ever. It was heavenly, her lips were so smooth and soft that my body responded naturally and soon we were locked in a passionate motion, our lips upon one another and our tongues endlessly dancing around each other. After about five minutes of this, she slowly withdrew and gave me a sexy smile.
“Greetings Master,” She said her arms still wrapped around me.
My mind was still hazy from the kiss and all I could answer was, “ugh huh.”(Not the best)
She giggled and gave me a quick kiss.
That kiss snapped me out of my hazy state.
“Wait-, who are you,” I stammered.
“I would’ve thought that was obvious,” She smiled.
“Are you a genie?”
“Yeah,” she said smiling, “I have many names but recently I’ve been using Gabriela Thompson since it’s the most up to date.”
“But enough about me, lets talk about you Master. You requested two wishes, so you have one more wish. Once your last wish is granted I’ll have to take your soul.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head, “Wait–WHAT? My soul?”
She nodded solemnly, “As instructed in Dijin Arts, once the third wish has been granted, the genie must take the wisher’s soul or they lose power.” Her arms tighten around me as she pressed her body into mine, allowing me to feel her breast even more and they felt damn good. But my situation was still pretty bad.
“Do I have to lose my soul?”
She thought for a moment, and then a sly smile appeared on her face, “There is an alternative way for you to preserve your soul and still retain an infinite amount of wishes.” She then looked up at me, her eyes seemingly sparkling, “But will you be willing to do it?” I quickly nodded, anything sounded better than losing my soul for two retarded wishes. Her smile deepened, “Good, the alternative route is for you to become my servant for all eternity and fulfill my desires. Your wishes will be based on the number of wishes you have made come true. Am I understood?” I didn’t waste another moment thinking.
“I accept.”
She smiled again and said, “Then the contract is sealed with this.” She kissed me again this time more passionately than before. She grinded her chest against my own slowly at first then started picking up speed. I was rapidly developing a raging hard on.
“Ah damn..please don’t notice.” I prayed to myself. I cursed whatever fate that caused her look down at my hard on.
She dropped to her knees and rubbed her hand against my cock. I gave a soft groan.
“Master do you want me?” she asked looking up at me, her hand going between her legs, “Do you?” I was so hypnotized that I was barely able to nod. “Then I’ll start you off with a wish of my own. You have one wish left at the moment. I wish to you is to make love to me and make me cum real good. If you fail to complete any of these objectives than your soul is mine master.”
I gulped but responded, “Ok.”
She smiled, “Then let us begin,” and with that she pulled both my pants and boxers down, revealing my hard six inch cock. She studied it, “Hmmm not bad. But I think about two more inches for length and half an inch for width will do the trick.” As soon as she had utter the words, my cock began to hurt like shit, I looked down and saw that it was indeed growing. Not just in length but in width as well.
“Holy Shit,” was all I could say.
“Much better,” Gabriela said smiling as her tender hand started stroking my cock. Her other hand was between her legs rubbing her clit. Then she spat on my cock and rubbed her saliva on it. After a few more strokes, she gave the tip a kiss and opened her mouth taking in about four inches in her mouth. My body shudder as her hand went routinely between rubbing my cock’s shaft and massaging my balls. Every few minutes she would lash her tongue at the head and go back to bobbing her head back and forth sucking my cock. I grabbed her head and started to thrust into her mouth. Her hand was now in her undergarment fingering her pussy as she started picking up her speed. Eventually I could feel the pressure in my balls building, and knew that I was about to cum. Gabriela must have known as well cause she was going even faster.
“OH SHIT,” I cried as I came, my cock released three full loads into her mouth. Gabriela kept her mouth on my cock the entire time, I watched as she slowly swallowed the cum, after that she let my cock out of her mouth. She then let a small amount of cum dribble from her mouth and seductively wiped it across her arms while allowing her hands to roam her body. Finally she stood up and sat on my bed and beckon me to sit before her. Excited as hell, I knelt before Gabriela.
“Now it’s your turn to pleasure me,” she said smiling as she removed her fancy garments thus revealing her tiny pink nipples and smooth pussy. She spread her legs and gave me a better look at her pussy while saying, “Now please me,”
If I hadn’t came from the blowjob, I would have came just from this sight. It was an understatement to say a hot girl or a sexy diva sat before me. Gabriela was more of an angel..No a fucking goddess in my eyes. I drew my head near her pussy and was intoxicated by its fragrance. I placed my lips on her clit and breathed into her pussy. Her moans gave me confidence to continue. My tongue slowly going through each fold of her pussy, while my hands gripped her tight ass and slowly made their way to her ass hole. Gabriela moans increased as her body shudder every time my fingers would slightly prod her asshole or whenever I would lick her pussy. She then grabbed my head and pulled me in deeper.
“Oooh my god.” She moaned. Eventually I withdrew one of my hands and grabbed her breast, fondling and groping it and twirling her nipple admiring how hard it was becoming. Then I withdrew my other hand from her ass and used it to insanely finger her pussy starting with one finger then two. I felt her body shook as she released a moan, and from how tight her pussy was squeezing my finger, I think it was safe to assume that she had came. I ended my assault and sat down on the bed next to her and waited for her to regain her breath. When she did, she took my hand and placed my fingers in her mouth and greedily sucked onto them. I found that very sexy.
Finally she stopped and said smiling, “Incredible, for a seventeen year old, you’re really good.”
“Thanks,” I reply. Gabriela stood up and pushed me to lie on my back and then straddle up on me. She pulled my shirt off and threw it aside, then let her hands feel all over the muscles I’ve developed.
“Nice,” I heard her whisper. She then grinded her pussy against my cock. We both moaned in ecstasy. Gabriela then lifted her ass just so it was a few inches above my cock and lowered her ass just in front my cock and started grinding it with her ass. My new hard on was getting painfully worse with each teases, so when Gabriela lifted her ass again in another attempt to tease me, I grabbed her ass and forced it down while thrusting my cock up. The resulting unison was so pleasurable and felt so natural. As soon as my cock had entered her pussy, I was fucking Gabriela like crazy. It didn’t take Gabriela long to match my pace and soon we were both moaning. It felt amazing and our rhythm was undisturbed, Gabriela would lift her ass to the very tip of my cock and slam her ass down just when I would thrust up. My hands were routinely smacking and groping her ass to fondling pulling her nipples. Her body was delicious especially her nipples, I would suck and nibble on it for as long as possible. Soon my balls felt the same pressure as before. I knew Gabriel was close to cumming as well for her pace and rhythm was growing wild. She was the first to cum, her pussy was squeezing the life out of my cock as I continued to thrust. It was at that moment I came right in her pussy. It felt so amazing as my cock released three full loads. After that Gabriela collapsed on me with my deflated cock still in her pussy.
“That was wonderful Master,” Gabriela said and gave me a passionate kiss. The kiss seemed to have woken my cock, cause it was getting harder. Gabriela broke off the kiss and said with a sly smile, “Whoa slow down. We have all eternity my Dear Master.”
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Money is Power (part 6)

Mindy finished in bathroom, yelled that she would be right back and was out the door. I’m supposed to be pretending I’m asleep.
Yeah, at this point in time it doesn’t make sense to me either.
Mindy and I are in Las Vegas. We are co-workers, and have been for more than a decade. Working in different departments we have had little contact in that time. I was very aware of Mindy and her sexy body. She knew me, but was never more than polite until just over a week ago.
It was then that Mindy came to visit me in my office with a problem. She needed $30,000 to repay money she had borrowed, without asking, from her church building fund. Her boyfriend, and co-homeowner, is the church treasurer and knows nothing about the “borrowing”. He also doesn’t know that Mindy gambled the money away in the Colorado casinos. I had recently come into enough money that I was quitting the company. I agreed to give her the 30 grand, if she would be my sex slave for the weekend. She was less than thrilled (pissed actually), but very desperate to keep her relationship and freedom. Desperation won out, and here we are.
Today is Saturday, late morning. Mindy was to have found a creative way to wake me up this AM, but she forgot. So, I just spent the last 20 minutes using my hand and a ping pong paddle to make sure her ass, and the rest of her, would not forget again. Towards the end of her spanking she convinced me to stop beating her very shapely ass; by saying she would find a creative way to wake me up, like she should have. My hard-on overruled me, and here I lay.
I’m not tired, as I had slept for 10 hours. I had already been up to pee. I am hungry. I am bored. My hard-on had dropped to Def Con 2, as the minutes have dragged by. Fantasizing about what is to come isn’t working.
You see, Mindy is 37 (10 years younger than I am), but could pass for 27. She has round, c-cup breasts, on a medium frame. Mindy’s tits have the most delicious looking erasure nipples this side of the Playboy mansion. In heels, her long, tanned, and gym-enhanced legs look to on forever, and her high, heart-shaped ass, causes men to get slapped back to eyes-forward whenever she walks by.
In the past 18 hours I have tapped that three times, including cuming in her ass twice, spanking her once, making out with her half naked in the elevator, using a vibrating egg to get her off in the restaurant downstairs, and made her run naked to our room. I’m pretty much living the fantasy.
I hear door open and think “Finally” and so does Bruno. He is instantly trying to peek up to see what she is up to. Mindy walks over, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and says
“Just a few more minutes, stud. I need to get ready.”
“Shit!” I think. I’m tired of waiting. My cock is suggesting that I just grab her, bend her over the bed, and fuck her as I knead her firm breasts. But, after three orgasms in 2/3 of a day, his appetite is more under control. So I just reply, with eyes closed and feinting sleep;
“This better be good. I am dying to bring out the riding crop.”
“It will be.” she says with a slight quiver, betraying the apprehension she has about her plan.
I hear her walk away, close the bathroom door, and then the shower comes on.
“Oh, hell no”. I’m thinking. “A few more minutes, my ass.”
I’m starting to work up a little anger, when an idea occurs to me. I should be videoing some of this action. I don’t why I didn’t think of this before. It’s all happened so fast. Plus as I have been violating every orifice of her body as fast as I could get it up; there hasn’t been a lot of blood in my brain.
But, now with a few clear minutes it hit me. After this is all said and done, Mindy and I are back on even terms. In theory she could try to make some sort of issue of what we are doing, later on. I mean I could too, but you never know who might have more to lose by then. Not to mention I am sure I would love to relive some of this fantasy when we get back home.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone and iPod. Yes, I still have an iPod. I like it, and it has video capabilities. I figure I will get a couple of angles and zoom levels. It takes me about ten minutes to get everything set up. I finish about the time the shower stops. I was married for twenty five years, so I know that she isn’t done. But, I am surprised that it is only about five more minutes before I hear the door open, and Mindy walks out.
I had already gotten back into bed, with the covers to my waist. I’m facing out, eyes closed, on the side that faces the bathroom. My senses were on high alert, and so was my dick. We both had no idea what to expect, but we both had high hopes. I could feel Mindy put her weight onto the bed, in two spots. I assumed she was about to lean over me. That was confirmed when something lightly touched the top of my cheek, and left something behind. I was about to open my eyes, when Mindy whispered.
“Shhhhhh. Keep you eyes closed, baby. I have your breakfast ready. Just roll onto your back. Shhhhhhh”
I did as I was told, and I felt her slowly move the covers off my body, turning my tent into just a tent pole. She climbed on top, straddled me, and I felt her stop just short of my very hard cock, and then shift her weight forward.
“Open your eyes.” She said softly.
I did and there to greet me were Mindy’s beautiful, bare, breasts. The left one was dangling just an inch from my mouth, and both nipples were hidden by a dollop of whipped cream.
“Are you hungry, stud?” she asked in a sexy voice she had not used with me before.
I was and I licked the closest tit, while both of my hands rose to grab one each. I was careful not to disturb breakfast with my hands. I wanted all of that creamy goodness in my mouth. I licked again, and then rose up to engulf her hard, erect nipple into my mouth. The sweetness of the whipped cream, and the hardness of the nipple mixed together to produce a response that I almost could not control. Instead of the near reflexive biting down, I just lightly caressed it with my teeth. I felt her shiver slightly, and then I pulled back.
She guessed, correctly, that I wanted the other breast’s treat, and I went at this one with more gusto. I licked her nipple, hard, like a child with his ice cream. I took most of my own cream treat with the first swipe. I continued licking, this time around the edges, still catching her erect nub with my tongue. Both hands were now busy squeezing and kneading each breast, feeling their fullness and weight. With the whip cream gone from the second, I went back to the first to insure I had missed nothing, and enveloped that nipple again. Mindy moaned, just slightly under her breath.
“I’m still hungry” I said
Motioning to the bedside table, she said “There is plenty more. Do you want to me to do the honors?”
I didn’t answer her, as I leaned over to get the bowl of whipped cream. When I was back into position, she leaned closer allowing her firm melons to dangle closer to me. Rather than use the spoon, I decided to let gravity take care of it, and I dipped each nipple into the bowl and set it to the side.
This time I took as much breast, nipple and whip cream into my mouth as I could and sucked deeply. I drank in the sweet cream and felt the half inch nub glide over my tongue and lips as I swallowed. Then I greedily attacked it again, this time with the intent of suckling like a pig, while mauling her melon with my hand. Finishing, I turned to her other breast and with two aggressive licks I had most of the cream vanquished leaving the nipple bare for my next assault. Again I could not resist a long pull on Mindy’s ripe breast. Sucking on them, while also alternating between gentle squeezes and rigorous massages sent waves of pleasure that culminated in a cry for release from my groin.
But, as delicious as Mindy’s breast had been, I wanted to taste her lips and tongue. These did not need the flavor of whipped cream. Mindy’s may not have done a great job giving head, but I had found out that she could kiss. I intertwined one hand in her hair and pulled her down to meet me. She opened her mouth willingly and our tongues began to dance and play. My hands, unable to enjoy Mindy’s breasts in this position, caressed her back, hips, and one found her well reddened, and slightly swollen, backside and gave it a squeeze.
Mindy winced from the jab of pain, but did not break our embrace. My hands continued their travels all over her body, occasionally stopping to feel the heat of her ass and to give her butt cheeks a gentle massage. I really loved Mindy’s ass.
I reached down to try to guide Mindy onto my cock, but she broke our clench, leaned back to an upright position and asked with a pronounced pouty voice.
“Aren’t you still hungry? I made sure to get you a clean plate to eat from.”
I followed her eyes down to her now hairless pussy. That shower had not been a waste of time. As horny as I was, the thought of eating Mindy’s pussy full of whipped cream was irresistible. I reached for the bowl, as Mindy rolled over on to her back and spread her legs for me to take in the sight. And what a sight it was. The lips of her labia were swollen in anticipation and glistened with her own juices. The baldness of her pussy uncovered and enhanced her evident desire. It seemed to cry out, ‘My defenses are gone. Take me’. I moved over in between her legs and reached in with my head. I gave her clit a flick with my tongue. She jumped, and then moaned out.
“Eat me. Please eat my pussy. Do it now, please”
I dipped the spoon into the creamy fluff and came away with a nice measure. I hovered over my target and let gravity be my spatula. The cream oozed off and then landed with a silent plop right at the top of her pussy. I waited for just a second, as it started to slide, down and then used two fingers to smear it around her blood engorged pussy.
Then I began my tongue maneuvers between Mindy’s legs. I worked my tongue outside in, going around and around her opening. As my tongue filled with cream, I swallowed it and savored the combined sweetness of the whipped cream and the honey of Mindy’s own juice.
Mindy moaned in pleasure, and squirmed with anticipation.
“What do you want me to do?” I teased.
“God! Keep going! Eat my pussy! Lick up that cream!”
With the outside devoid of white, I made one pass starting just above her little rosebud, and licked right up the middle, ending with another flick of her clit. There was a long moan following that flick. I worked around the top of her pussy, avoiding the little pea, and driving her crazy with anticipatory pleasure. Then I licked each side of her lips, slowly, with just a bit more than the tip of my tongue cleaning all of the whipped cream away.
With this accomplished I began my probe on the inside of her pussy, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go. I began down at the bottom of her opening, and moving it in and out, trying to both gain depth and spread her apart with my mouth muscle. I slowly worked my way up to the top and began a direct assault on her pussy nub with my tongue.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she began to cry.
I did not stop, licking her clit directly, for just a moment and then focusing on the areas all around her little pea. Every few seconds, I would add a lick or a flick to her clit. Each time I was rewarded with an involuntary twitch or a moan. I went about bringing her anxiety level up and up, adding a little more attention to her nub, with each cycle. But it was when I put my clenched teeth on it and started to hum that pushed her over the edge and she cried out
Oh Jeez! Oh! Oh! I’m…….I’m cumming!
With that she clenched her legs around my head, and I got an idea of how she must have felt when I held my cock down her throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t panicky. I was impressed by the duration of this orgasm. She released my head, and I crawled up between her legs, stopping to lick a stray wisp of cream from her glistening stomach and getting side tracked long enough for a little nipple play. Then I was lying on top of her, face to face.
“I’m full. But, you look hungry to me.” I said.
She grinned, and as I rolled off her, she rolled off the bed, grabbed the bowl, and moved to the bottom of the bed to approach my very erect rod from that angle. Mindy decided to take an aggressive approach. She swooped her hand into the whipped cream, and grabbed my cock with that hand, in one motion. The white sweetness went everywhere, including my balls. She moved her sticky hand down around to cup them for a fast second and then began her own oral assault.
With a light grip established she leaned and took me into her mouth to just past the head. She wrapped the underside of my organ with her tongue, and then slid slowly down, like Bruno was a cherry popsicle. She kept going down until I touched the back of her throat. I felt her swallow the accumulated whipped cream. Then she began to lick the underside of my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure each time her warm touch caressed my member. She withdrew completely and turned her attention to my balls, where she tried to clean up all of the white mess that she had made. I squirmed with arousal, wanting her to take me back into her mouth. I waited only a few seconds longer before directing her back to my cock, where she took me at once.
Once I was inside her mouth, Mindy began to slide my cock in and out while maintaining both suction and her tongue on the underside of it. The up and down motion combined with Mindy’s tongue sliding up and down the underside of me, felt incredible. I was starting to lightly thrust, and had Mindy’s hair in one hand. My other was fondling one of Mindy’s hanging breasts, alternating between kneading her melon, and rolling her erect little erasure. I was beginning to lose it.
Mindy felt me start to tense, and grabbed the base of my cock. She squeezed firmly, but it did not hurt. She then straddled my cock and I felt the warm, silky wetness of her pussy, as I easily slid inside her. She waited only a moment to savor the fullness before she started to gyrate up and down. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down. Their momentum was arrested at the bottom of each bounce, causing a slight shutter before she ascended again. I could only endure that sight for a few strokes before both her breasts were in my hands, being manhandled and fondled.
I pulled her into me so I could enjoy sucking her nipples while she bobbed endlessly on my rod. My now free hands worked their way up and down her back, finding her ass. I slid my hands all the way down to cup the cheeks of Mindy’s fine bottom. After squeezing them for a few moments, I grabbed hold and arrested her up and down motion, while I was mostly out of her pussy. I then began thrusts of my own, rising to ram into her suspended cunt, all the while squeezing that fine ass cheeks.
Taking control had thrown the switch, triggering the start of my orgasm, but I caught it time. I still had one more hole to fill. I released Mindy’s ass, worked my hands up, to her head and pulled her in tight for a long kiss. As I released her, I whispered.
“Put me in you ass.”
She hesitated for just a beat and then found herself and replied
“OK, stud.”
“Tell me you want in your ass” I said in a louder voice.
“I want you in my ass” she repeated, not quite as enthusiastic as I wanted. I knew that her butt was sore from both the spanking and the earlier reaming. I decided to add a little incentive.
“You want me to add stripes to your sexy bottom, instead” I whispered.
“No!” she said just a little too quickly. She recovered herself and then said, in her best sexy whisper, emphasizing the word “fuck” each time
“No, stud. I want you to fuck my tight ass. Fill me up. Fuck my ass!”
“Much better” I thought as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and began to line it up for a rectal plunge. I felt her tighten and wince slightly as my cock touched her little starfish. Then she slowly applied pressure until I began to breech her tight opening.
She drew in a gasp as I made it past her outer ring. Not being patient, I began to apply pressure to her hips trying to force her down faster. She resisted
“Ow! Ow! “Let me relax first!” she replied.
Not liking her having this much control I pulled out and told her to beg me to fuck her ass from behind.
“Do me from behind! Fuck my ass! Please fuck me ass!” she moaned.
She really did not want that riding crop to flay her already tender bottom, wide open.
She got off of me, got on her hands and knees, and dropped her face to the bed, sticking her red and inviting ass in the air. The she added, while starting to slowly rub her clit.
“Do me! Do my tight little ass!”
Impressed, I lingered just long enough to grab the KY jelly from the night stand, and applied a liberal amount to my shaft, and added a little to her awaiting orifice. Having just penetrated her ass, I did not hesitate once my cocked touched her opening and I was able to get past the outer muscle with little trouble. Feeling the now familiar tightness of Mindy’s ass squeezing my shaft, I slowly, but persistently, pushed in. I felt the tightness that was at the head of my organ, envelope it, as I drove all the way to the bottom of Mindy’s ass.
I lingered for a couple of moments to take in the sight. My cock was buried as far as it would go in Mindy’s bung hole. I could see her, eyes closed and mouth part way open. Mindy was looking to the right side with an expression half way between pleasure and pain, on her angelic face. Her weight rested on her left side, as her right arm disappeared beneath her body. The flexing of the muscles in that arm and shoulder told me she was working her pussy as hard as she could, not waiting for me.
“Talk to me” I said
“Ooooh, that feels good. Hurry! Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Make me cum!”
I began to slowly pump her in and out. I felt her pick up the pace of her own manipulations, striving to both bring about pleasure and forget that her ass was now being stretched well out shape.
“Do you like having a dick in your ass?” I asked in an authoritarian voice.
“Yes. Ohhhhh Yes. It feels so goooooood. Faster! Make me feel it!”
That was no problem and I picked up the base, giving an extra thrust as I bottomed out. Each time I hit home, I felt my balls bounce off her fingers, and I felt the rapid rhythm she had developed. She was finger fucking her pussy, much faster than I was doing her ass. This was bringing her to fruition much faster that I was and I felt her ass tighten around my cock, and all but stop me in place.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried out “I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
I fought through her muscle contractions with a few thrusts and then felt her release me, as her orgasm waned. Mindy’s ass still held me tightly, but I was now free to pump mercilessly. So released, I began to pound her ass just as hard as I could, using her hips as my fulcrum to leverage myself deep into her anal canal. I felt the beginning of my climax, and after being denied twice already, there was no stopping me now.
Mindy sensed what was coming and was now merely trying to survive the pounding her ass was receiving. She relaxed as best she could, and I could see the pained looked on her face and hear the soft grunt each time I bottomed out.
“Awwwwwww Shit!” I exclaimed as my balls tightened. With the beginning of my first rope, I pulled her hips deep into me and met them with a powerful final thrust. I held her ass against me as I felt one, two, and three ejaculations fill her ass. I continued with tiny thrusts trying to find another fraction of an inch of Mindy’s incredibly tight ass. But, there was a limit to her depths and I had found it. A few grunts and small gasps escaped Mindy as she held tightly to the blankets with two clenched fists, and buried her face in the mattress.
For what seemed like a full minute I held both hips tight against me as my wave of pleasure flooded over me and then passed. Then with an exhale, I slowly pulled back and watched as I inched back out of her back door. When my softening member came out, I reached underneath, found a breast handhold, and rolled us into a spoon position.
“Oh fuck!” I said “That was the best breakfast in bed I have ever had.
As she caught her own breathe, and likely letting the pain subside, she indulged me, gaining a few points in process by replying
“My pleasure, stud. But, I don’t think my little ass will ever be the same again.”
I just smiled as I mindlessly squeezed her breast.

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Reapers 4

4
The world around them spins for a moment to stop spinning in a location similar to the last, the differences being that there is no Kail, nor the threat from the unknown attackers. Anisa bites her lip softly, tightly wrapping her arms around herself.
“Mom sure is convincing… In that brief moment… I saw what he saw… heard what he heard… when my mother walked in, holding my ruined crown… he was devastated…”
“I bet. She’s very good at tricking people when she wants to.” Shan sets the bag on the bed and opens it. Wiping the tears from her face she looks at the bag.
“What’s that?”
“Our stuff…” he pulls out two big boxes, one marked with her mother’s writing, the other an unknown hand.
“Oh… Duh… totally knew that…” she sniffles softly and clears her throat “So umm… I think I heard you say something about training earlier…? What kind of training..?”
“My kind, but it can wait, you’re a mess and I need to treat a few cuts.”
“Fine… Do you mind if I take a shower? Or do you call dibs on the bathroom?” she smiles softly in an attempt to make a joke.
“I think we can share.” He winks, the little remainders of his clothes threatening to fall off at any moment
“Tempting but no thanks.” she walks to the window, looking out “You go on ahead…”
“Too bad.” He chuckles, wraps an arm around her, dragging her with him into the changing room of the bathroom, and shuts the door behind them.
“Why are you so damned insistent on this?? Don’t you know the consequence????”
“Of having a good time and enjoying oneself? Not really.” He chuckles and slides a door closed between the bath and the changing room. She growls threateningly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Relax young one, if I really wanted to make a move on you I’d be a little less direct.”
“Quit calling me that! I’m not a child!”
He chuckles and turns the water on “If you want to join then you may. If not then you can take care of a few things out there then get in once I leave.”
She curses him under her breath, sitting down as far from him as she can get.
“Suit yourself.” Water splashes about and shortly he walks through the door with nothing but a towel around his waist, deep cuts marring the sculpted build he had before they had run.
“Stop…” she walks up to him, her fingers gently touching the cuts “Do… Do you want help….? Bandaging these…?”
“You want to help? I would like it, but I honestly wasn’t expecting you to offer, I’m touched…” He smiles sweetly at her, every inch of him relaxing at her touch.
“Easy tough guy… Don’t turn into a teddy bear on me now… I’m just… worried that you won’t disinfect these and they’ll really get nasty… If that happens then I’d have to clean puss and dirt and crap out of them for days on end… not to mention the smell… So really I’m saving myself trouble later by doing this now…” she smiles softly back at him “I’ll clean them when you’re finished, ok?”
“I think it’s safe to say I’m out.” He winks at her playfully.
“Fast shower…” She shakes her head softly, gently pushing him towards a chair “sit. I’ll see what I can do…” she rummages through the box with her mother’s handwriting on it, pulling out a clear bottle of brown liquid. Then she goes to the cabinet and looks until she finds several bandages, some peroxide, and a tube of triple antibiotic ointment “I’m not gonna lie to you… This stuff will sting like fire…” she sets the supplies on the little table that appears beside him and then grabs a needle “But I promise that’s the only pain you’ll feel. Ready?”
“Born for it.” He relaxes and stays still for her to work on him.
“Alright… Just… Hold still…” she gets a rag and holds it against the edge of each of his cuts, pouring peroxide in them. Then she takes the bottle and opens it, using the applicator attached to the lid to apply the brown liquid to his skin, smoke rises from his cuts when she applies it, quickly she takes the needle and, using a red string that seems to have appeared from nowhere, she stitches up his cuts. The string instantly dissolves into his skin as it flawlessly comes together, looking like there were never any cuts to begin with. She sighs softly “All done…”
“Thank you. Now, is there any way I can repay you?” He asks, grinning softly, his arms sliding around her waist.
Thinking for a minute she says “Don’t hit on me… Unless you mean it…” getting up she shuts the door between the bath and the changing room, leaving her clothes on the floor.
“What would you like me to do to mean it then?” He chuckles softly, standing by the door.
“You should already know the answer to that question… Would you hand me a towel please?” She leans her head out to look at him, her hair dripping water on the floor
“Maybe you should come get it from me.” He winks playfully and steps back, holding the last clean towel behind his back “Come on Anisa.”
Anisa grins softly “Hand it over… Or the panther behind you rips your head off…” Anisa softly lowers her head in acknowledgement to her mother’s familiar “How’d you find me Spook?”
“The stench of this one could not hide your perfect blood, daughter of Caroline, Mistress of The Darke.”
“You know I resent being called that Spook, I’m as pure in my blood as your mistress, and you know it. And he found us because I let him, otherwise he’d be floating in space.” He hands her the towel and walks off, steam raising from his shoulders as the last drops of water boil away.
She wraps the towel around herself, smiling broadly “You’re such a good boy Spook… So what’d you bring me?”
“A letter… From her highness, stating that your father knows your alive and well. Also reminding you what’s at stake, why you can’t choose him, why you shouldn’t mate with him and more of that… Also the council believes that your father is no longer fit to lead. Your mother has given me her permission to speak to you freely about my opinions, if I may?”
“Of course Spook” Spook shifts into human form, his hair jet black and his eyes sparkling pools of emerald green.
“Miss… I believe that you have two options… Either way you must marry and bring an alliance to the peoples… the obvious choice was Kail, but you dishonored that when you wiped his memory. Lady, that leaves your new ‘friend’… And if you want to save that relationship I suggest you get in there and calm him down. Reapers, especially Draconian Reapers, have very bad tempers. So be careful, and choose wisely… I will return in three days for your decision” with that, Spook disappears into the shadows. Anisa, still wrapped in only the towel, goes back into the bedroom in search of Shan.
He paces the porch, roaring into the night, the stars, blinking in and out wildly, as if frightened or wooed by the sound.
She stands in the doorway, illuminated by the light from inside, although her face is in shadows, concern pours out in her voice “Shan…? Please come back inside…?”
“Ok…” he turns to come back in, the stars all dim slightly as he moves from sight.
“Shan… Spook has a twisted sense of humor… I’m sorry if he upset you… He’s just… one of those people that gets his enjoyment at the expense of others and I’m really sorry about the way we both acted up there… That was truly awful of us… Forgive me?”
“Hmmm…” He makes an act of thinking.
Softly she moves her hair behind her ear, giving him a to-die-for puppy dog face “Please Shan, Master of this house, forgive the trespasses that my mother’s familiar and I took against you…?”
“HA!!!” He tackles her, spreading wings at the last moment and flies them into the bed room “I think you should accept my punishment first.” He winks evilly, the world around them getting darker moment by moment.
“You don’t really want to be mated to me for life do you??? Because that’s what will happen… That’s the consequence of being a daywalking Vampyre… As daughter of Caroline and John, Vampyre and SkyKnight, the one I mate with will become the heir to both their kingdoms, with me. And I can only ever mate to one man, meaning if you take me now… I will be your mate… for life… If you ever betray me… I will die…”
“Your Mother said the same thing to all my advances, and it just made the appeal to her stronger. It’s the same with you Anisa.” He winks, and licks her neck, the move so ancient, so Vampyric that it causes her breath to stop and her heart to skip a beat.
She shudders softly, barely resisting the urge to kiss him “The council hadn’t perfected the drug… Mom got lucky… lucky she didn’t die when my father kidnapped her from her family and did the same thing to her that you’re about to do to me… When she survived mating with him the researcher’s reconvened and realized that each dose had to be specific to the Vampyre’s blood, it couldn’t be general… It’s been tested… so I know for a fact that it works… my best friend was made to take the drug, to mate with two men, her cells… They… they say she exploded… Please Shan; please listen to me when I tell you that if you continue now you’ll be stuck with me for life…”
“Believe me, I know what I’m getting into, I’ve spent too much of my life alone, having someone there for the rest of it sounds perfect to me.” He rakes his teeth along her neck, softly drawing the skin taut.
“Really…? You… You don’t mind…?” she tries to remain level headed as her body screams out for attention “You… you know you can’t go back…”
“Who in their right mind would want to go back to being lonely??” He kisses her neck, slowly nibbling upward.
“One more thing… You’re not doing this because I’m the first one in a while are you? I mean… do you at least think I’m pretty?? I… I know you probably don’t love me… we’ve only known each other for a few days… but… do you at least like me…?”
“There is not a flower to which I can compare thy beauty, there are not enough words which I can use to tell you how I feel. It is my belief that for you to understand, I’ll just have to show you.” He winks and then kisses her lips, expertly using his to part them so his tongue slides across her teeth. She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around him rather than continuing to resist. He smiles, kissing her with a fiery passion “Thank you darling Anisa.”
“All I ask is that you don’t regret…” Anisa says, kissing him back.
“I never regret how I feel.” He smiles at her, the feel of it on her lips like the sun on flowers. “Now…” He gently pulls her to the bed. “Shan I… I mean I’ve never…” she closes her eyes, blushing.
“I know.” He smiles back, “I know the rules of your people, and several of the medical texts as well.” He stands back for a second and lets his shorts fall to the floor. “I know that you can only pick one person, and it’s still not too late to back out.”
“I have chosen Shan… By going with you, I chose you over Kail, it’s too late to change my mind now.” She says, letting her eyes wander freely across his body. Softly she sits up and grabs his wrist, pulling him onto the bed she kisses him. He kisses her back, and presses against her, his shaft only inches away. Slowly he slides into her, meeting resistance he stops.
“There’s still time to back out of this Anisa,” he whispers softly in her ear, she whimpers softly then shakes her head.
“I already told you, I’m not backing out.”
“Alright then.” he smiles lightly into her eyes as he pulls back slightly then thrusts, breaking her hymne. She screams out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He kisses her softly, his hips wriggling back and forth. She moans softly, her fingers twisting together behind his neck. They continue that way for several hours, her moans filling the house, until neither can go any longer and both are fast asleep. Shan’s body lying against hers, the sheets and blanket twisted around them.
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Home alone with Alyssa, part 3.

This is a continuation of my Brad and Alyssa series. It’s been a while since I posted parts 1 and 2. So if you’re not familiar with this step sibling erotic love story, you’ll need to read the first parts.

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My sweet sweet cookie.

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