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the training of lucy

The Training of Lucy
I had met Lucy several months ago at a family party. She was a friend of my sister in law.
We were introduced, we exchanged pleasantries and then we went our separate ways to enjoy the party and I thought nothing more of it.
She was attractive. About 5’5” with blonde hair that came to her shoulders cut with a straight fringe. Her figure was curvy. She didn’t have large breasts but on her small, slender frame they looked ample, she had a slim waist and a nice rounded ass and thighs.
As the night went on I would catch her out of the corner of my eye as she danced and she caught me looking a few times. It was hard not to watch when she was moving that lovely little body of hers in such a provocative way.
As the night went on and people started to slowly slink away, most of them in a drunken haze, I got ready to leave. I noticed Lucy putting her coat on and saying goodbye to my sister in law and the friends they shared then she did something very unexpected. On her way out she passed my table and with a wink and a smile she handed me her business card and, still smiling, looked over her shoulder at me on her way out the door.
Bewildered I looked at the card. It told me that she was Lucy Brett and that she was the head of human resources for a major high street retail chain. It had a mobile number and an e-mail address.
As I did my best to absorb the information on the small piece of card in front of me whilst simultaneously playing that little smile and wink over and over in my mind my fingers found indentations on its back. I turned it over and there in blue biro it said,
‘call me? Text me? J xx’
I couldn’t believe it. She was beautiful and she had just given me her number. I wanted to call her straight away but of course that would have been far too odd. I went home a very happy man.
After a day of chasing my tail over whether or not I should call her, I called her and we decided to meet for a drink.
When I first met her she came across as quite an intimidating person. Very direct in her views but never unpleasant. She, as her card had told me, was the head of human resources for one of the biggest retailers in the country and was used to being in a position of authority. As petite as she was she wasn’t the sort of person I’d want to mess with if she got angry.
Most of her days were spent in an office in the city making sure the people under her control did as they were told but every now and again she would be awarded the rare luxury of working from home.
We went out a couple more times and we got on so well. It was so nice to be in her company. She was strong willed and wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to. The conversations we had were often very deep and our sense of humour was matched perfectly. Being around her was addictive.
Very soon we were texting and calling each other every chance we got and after a while the messages and phone calls started to get ruder and ruder.
After a couple of weeks of this the anticipation got too much for us and we had to take each other to bed. Her body was amazing. She spent her lunch breaks in the company gym when she could and it showed.
Her breasts were high and firm. As I said, they weren’t huge but her tiny body made them look big. Her belly was flat and sculpted and her hips were wide and womanly with a lovely fleshy ass and rounded thighs. Her pussy was shaved completely and was as rounded and fleshy as her ass with her tiny inner lips just visible in her slit and when she was aroused they would open out like a butterfly.
But the one thing that surprised me the most in the bedroom was how submissive she was. She would stand in front of me and slowly undress while keeping her eyes either on her own body or the floor. She would take off her clothes while trying to keep herself covered with her arms or hands, almost as if it were something she was being made to do rather than something she enjoyed.
As soon as things started to get heated between us and it was obvious that we were going to end up having sex it was as if someone flipped a switch and the assertive, confident forthright person that was Lucy became a shy, timid and submissive little girl.
I guess after you spend all your day trying to be the strongest person in the room (which can’t be easy for a small blonde girl in her late 20’s) it’s good to give up that pretence and surrender your power to someone else.
I didn’t mind, I loved it. It turned me on so much and it lead to quite possibly one of the best sexual role-play games I have ever been a part of.
Trying to explain it would take to long. Instead I‘ll tell you about the last time we played.
It would usually happen on one of the rare days that Lucy was working from home.
On this occasion we had spent hours pleasuring each other the night before. Sex with Lucy was always amazing.
Knowing she was at home I sent her a message. I had told her before I left that she wasn’t allowed to play till I got home and that she had to get on with her work.
As soon as she got my message she would know the game I wanted to play.
I typed it and pressed send.
“has Daddy’s little girl been good today?”
It was a few minutes before I got a reply.
“I’m sorry Daddy”
Her first reply was an apology, I knew this could mean only one thing. She had been naughty while she was supposed to be at home working, but just how naughty had she been?.
“Have you been a bad girl? I think you had better tell Daddy what you‘ve done”
She took quite a while to reply. Even though this was just a bit of fun she really got into it and I could tell she was a little nervous about telling me.
“I’m so sorry Daddy but a couldn’t help it. All I can think about is what you did to me with your big dick last night and it made my little pussy all wet”
There wasn’t much I could do to stop her thinking about it but if she had done anything else, which I suspected she had, she knew she’d be in trouble.
“have you touched your little pussy? Tell Daddy the truth now girl”
Her reply came quickly, she was desperate to explain and defend herself.
“I have Daddy but it just made it even wetter. I’m sorry, please don’t be upset with me”
She knew she had done wrong, I had left specific instructions before I left the house.
“you are a very bad girl. I told you before I left this morning that you weren’t allowed to touch it until I got home didn’t I? Daddy is not happy”
Again, she was quick to try and explain her actions.
“I’m so sorry Daddy, please don’t be upset. I tried to do my homework honestly I did but I could feel it getting all damp and slippery as I sat on it. I just had a little touch but it got really wet”
It was hard to stay in character sometimes when she sent me messages like that. She knew exactly what she was doing and the thought of her touching herself made me twitch in my boxer shorts. But staying in character was part of the fun.
“you are a very bad girl, you haven’t done as Daddy told you and you have touched your little pussy and made it all wet. I think you had better show me how wet you have made yourself”
The reply came after a while and when I opened it my cock started to swell and I felt my trousers getting tighter.
It was a close up picture of her gorgeous pink pussy. Her swollen little inner lips had spread out from inside her and were wet and glistening. Her little clit sat at the top of her slit, hard and poking out from under its hood and there was a tiny bead of her juice trickling from her tight little hole.
The message simply read:-
“sorry Daddy”
My dick was raging. The sight of her pussy so wet made me want to go home and fuck her right there and then and she knew it. But here I was stuck at work.
It was time for a little payback.
“sorry is not good enough! You didn’t do as Daddy told you and now you’re going to have to be punished”
I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to punish her while I was here and she was there but I took a few moments to think. Then it struck me.
The toy box.
Before I met her Lucy had been single for a while and had built up a small collection of toys. We had started using them together and had been adding to the collection.
“please Daddy no, don’t punish me. It was only a little touch and I promise I won’t do it again”
Her sweet and innocent routine was making my hard on worse. If I hadn’t been stuck at my desk I would of taken it out right then and started wanking it.
“you’re a bad girl. Daddy told you not to touch at all and you didn’t listen. Did you put your fingers in?”
The few moments it took her to reply felt like a life time. My heart was beating in my chest and I held my phone, watching it, waiting for it too beep.
“yes Daddy L ”
The thought of that tipped me over the edge and I started to move my hips trying to get as much sensation as possible from rubbing the now swollen and sticky, wet end of my throbbing cock on the inside of my shorts.
Time to turn up the pressure.
“you will do exactly as I say. Do I make myself clear?”
“yes Daddy”
Suddenly something else popped into my mind. If she’s doing everything I say I’ll throw in a little extra for me.
“I want you in the correct uniform for doing your homework do you understand? Let me know when you are properly dressed”
There was only one outfit in her wardrobe that I meant and she knew exactly which one it was. It was one of my favourites. It took a while for her to reply, she would have been taking care to get the look just right.
“I’m dressed Daddy”
In my minds eye I could see exactly how she would look and it made me want to explode. I looked at the clock and it was only ten minutes to quitting time. Thank god for that!.
Now for her punishment.
“go to your toy box and find your toy with the suction cup on the bottom. Let me know when you have it”
Again, she knew exactly which one I meant. It was a pink rubber cock complete with balls and a suction cup as a base. It had a wire leading from it to a small battery pack that, when turned on, made the tip vibrate.
“I have it Daddy”
I already had my reply half written.
“you will go to the coffee table and you will stick your toy to it. You will sit on it until it is all the way up inside you. You will not turn it on, you will not move at all, you will sit still and wait for me. I will be home in 20 minutes. Am I clear?”
I was closing down my work station and packing my things when my phone beeped.
“yes Daddy”
“I will be inspecting you when I come home and if I suspect for a second that you have disobeyed me again you will be in serious trouble. Is that understood?”
“yes Daddy”
“do as I have said and let me know when you have done it”
At last I was on my way out the door. Thankfully my office was only ten minutes walk from Lucy’s house but I walked a hell of a lot faster that day.
My phone beeped again.
“it’s all the way in me Daddy. It’s so deep. I can feel the balls on my little clit. I want to bounce on it like I bounce on your cock. Can I Daddy? please?”
God I could hardly walk. I typed as quickly as I could.
“no you may not. You will sit still and you will not move until I get there, understood?”
“yes Daddy”
I didn’t bother to reply, I could see her front door 100 yards away. I almost ran the last few steps.
I got to the door and took a moment to calm myself. Staying in character over the phone was one thing, staying in character in front of her was something completely different.
I gathered myself and turned my key in the lock. I slowly made my way down the hall hanging my coat and placing my bag as if it were just any other day, then made my way to the front room.
There she sat on the small, square, glass topped coffee table as I had told her.
Her hair was gathered in two high pig tails. She had on a tight fitted white blouse which really showed off her thin waist and rounded breasts and around her neck was a short navy blue tie with an oversized knot. Her blouse was tucked into a short, pleated, blue and green tartan skirt. She wore knee high white socks and baby doll shoes.
She would have not looked out of place on the set of a school girl porn film and I was very suddenly aware of how swollen and wet the end of my cock felt against my belly as it was squashed by my trousers.
As I entered the room doing my best to maintain my air of authority she sat on the edge of the table. She didn’t look up, her head was bowed and turned slightly away from me. Her eyes were fixed firmly at the floor.
Her knees and thighs were together and her feet apart. Her toes pointed in towards each other and her hands gripped the edge of the coffee table either side of her legs supporting her as her whole body trembled slightly.
I stood in front of her, my hands clasped behind my back like some wicked headmaster taking in the sight of this gorgeous woman. She didn’t move.
“is it still inside you?”
Again, she didn’t move or look up. She just slowly nodded and through stammering breath she shakily said,
“yes Daddy”
I could see she was having trouble, she was obviously doing exactly as I had ordered. But I still wanted to see it for myself.
“show me”
Her hands went to the hem of her short skirt and slowly started to slide it up her trembling thighs. She never raised her eyes, instead her gaze remained fixed on the floor. She gave the feeling that she was ashamed of what she was revealing to me.
As her skirt gradually slid further up I saw the tops of her thighs as they were clamped tight together and I saw the beautiful Y that her legs made as they joined her body. She lifted her skirt to her tummy and started to open her legs.
She was breathing very heavily and her legs were shaking as they moved. A couple of times she had to stop and catch her breath but as her legs opened I saw her smooth round little fanny and trapped between her and the glass of the coffee table were a little pink pair of rubber testicles.
She really had done as she was told. I could see that the full 5 inch’s of the little rubber shaft must be all the way up inside her and here she was, sitting perfectly still as I had told her.
It was starting to take its toll on her though. She sat looking at the floor, her breathing was short and laboured, her hands held the hem of her skirt up to her belly and her legs were spread apart. Her knees were trembling and every now and then I could see them wanting to close again as the sensation of having her pussy filled almost took over her.
She looked positively terrified as I bent down to pick up the little battery pack that was attached to the thing inside her.
“no Daddy! Please no!”
“you will be quite! You have been a very bad girl today and you will not speak until spoken to. Do you understand?”
“yes Daddy”
she said as she looked nervously at the little box in my hand. My finger on the button.
Her eyes didn’t stay on the little box for long. I held it in my left hand and with my right hand I undid the zipper on my trousers.
I stepped closer to her as I reached inside and pulled out my cock.
It was throbbing. I had been hard for almost two hours. My tip was swollen and purple. It was right in front of her face now as I pulled back my foreskin to reveal just how wet and sticky it was with pre-cum.
“is this what you have been thinking about today?”
Her eyes were wide and fixed on my cock. She was devouring it with her eyes when eventually she nodded and breathlessly said.
“yes Daddy”
I let her look at it for a moment before I said,
“but you’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?”
Just as the words “yes Daddy” were about to escape her mouth I pressed the button. The reaction was immediate.
She almost looked as if she was having convulsions. Her eyes screwed tight shut as she nearly doubled over. The tip of the toy buried deep inside her and vibrating made her legs want to close tight again but she knew I wouldn’t let her do that and as her hands gripped her skirt she forced them to stay open.
“you did a bad thing today didn’t you?”
It took her several attempts to answer me properly, she could hardly catch her breath.
“y..ye..ye..yesss Daddy”
“did you touch your little pussy till you came? Tell me the truth”
“n..no….Daddy”
“I think I had better see for myself”
I hit the button again and it stopped vibrating. Her whole body relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief in between her already heavy breaths.
“up you get, slowly now”
As she stood the little rubber cock was slowly revealed inch by inch. It glistened and as the tip of it left her I saw a small string of her juice stretch between it and her soft puffy lips.
“now up on the table on your hands and knees. I want to see for myself just how naughty you‘ve been”
The coffee table was small and square but it was just the right size for her to kneel on with a hand and knee in each corner.
She assumed the position of a prime pedigree bitch being inspected at Crufts. Her head was bowed and her ass was stuck up in the air.
I started to slowly walk around her, my cock still standing proud in front of me as it stuck out of my fly.
Her short skirt only just covered the cheeks of her ass as she bent over like this. At the top of her gorgeous round thighs was the broad oval of her pussy divided by the little slit that started at her swollen little button clit and travelled up to where her flushed little lips spread out to frame her tight little hole. It looked amazing as it tried in vain to hide under the hem of her little skirt.
I carried on walking round her, admiring the shape of her body as her ass stuck out and the small of her back dipped towards the floor, her rounded breasts hanging underneath her, confined by her shirt and her beautiful, innocent face with her kinky little pig tails. My cock was fit to burst as I took in this site.
As I moved around in front of her I put my finger under her chin and lifted her head slightly. She was staring straight ahead at my cock.
“open your mouth for me”
She did as she was told. I aimed the swollen end of my cock at her mouth and slowly pushed it past her lips. I felt her start to move her tongue and it felt amazing but I reached down and gripped one of her pigtails and said.
“no! just open your mouth for me”
She stopped moving and just kneeled there with her mouth open for me.
I started to gently thrust into her as I held her pigtails one in each hand.
“that’s it, that’s a good girl”
The feeling of her warm, wet, soft mouth on my cock was amazing. I know if I had kept pumping I would of shot my cum straight down her throat. I knew I needed to stop but I couldn’t help myself. Just a couple more thrusts. God it felt good.
I slowly took my cock out of her mouth and she closed it, gently licking her lips.
“what do you say?”
“thank you Daddy”
I resumed my slow walk around her as she perched there on the table.
I stood behind her. She was quite literally dripping wet. There was a clear bead of her juice dripping from her clit and as I looked I could see several other spots that had already landed between her legs.
I took hold of the hem of her skirt and gently lifted it over the cheeks of her ass. It was so beautiful, round and firm to the touch as I put my hands on her cheeks.
I spread them apart a little and I could see her little brown ass hole twitching and the lips of her soaking pussy spread just a little more, I could see the tight ring of her little cunt just inside.
“Daddy’s going to put his cock in you now but you’re not to make a sound do you understand? I don’t want to hear a peep out of you, is that clear?”
She turned her head slightly and, over her shoulder, I just heard her say
“yes Daddy”
My cock was so hard it hurt. It was longer than her toy by at least an inch and a half and quite a lot thicker. It was wet from her mouth and I knew that her pussy was so wet I could ram it all the way into her in one hard push no matter how tight she was.
So that is exactly what I did.
I moved my hands round to get a firm grip on her hips, I aimed the end of my cock at her tight little hole and thrust hard and fast.
The power of my thrust made Lucy’s whole body move. The cheeks of her ass rippled from the impact of my hips, her head rose and fell making her hair fly and the material of her blouse shifted as her titties swung back and forth on her chest.
But most noticeable of all was the noise she made. A loud, short, sharp exclamation of a mixture of pain and pleasure which she tried to silence as soon as it left her lips.
“AAHUK!”
She knew what she had done.
“what did I say?”
Her pussy felt so good on my cock. It was warm soft and wet inside, it made my swollen glans tingle and the fact that she was so wet that I had been able to ram it all into her at once made me want to shoot into her right away.
But I had a role to play and it was a good thing. If she hadn’t of disobeyed me and shrieked like that I may of cum too soon.
I took my cock out of her and slapped her ass hard, she yelped. I watched as her cheek blushed and a white hand print started to appear.
I walked round in front of her again and she had a pained expression on her face, I couldn’t tell whether it was from the slap or the way I had rammed my dick up her.
Lifting her chin I said,
“open wide”
She dutifully opened her mouth and I pushed my now soaking cock back into her mouth.
“that’s a good girl, now lick it all clean and we’ll start again”
Her tongue licked the length of me as I thrust into her mouth over and over. It started to feel too good again and I had to take it out and save some for her pussy.
Walking back around her again I stood behind her. My cock was busting to be in her again, I was so close I could feel the heat from her on the end of me.
Taking hold of her hips again I said,
“not a sound this time do you understand?”
“yes Daddy”
My cock head was at her entrance and once again I thrust into her hard, sinking all the way in.
Her ass shuddered, her legs trembled, her head lifted and fell and her blouse tightened with the movement of her breasts.
I stood for a moment with my cock deep inside her. She felt amazing. Her head slowly fell and her breathing became deep and stammered but she didn‘t make a sound.
“that’s a good girl”
I slid my cock half way out of her then rammed it back in hard making her shudder just as I had done the first time.
I looked down and I could see her puffy outer lips gathered around my shaft with her thin inner lips sucking me as I slid out then they would disappear as I rammed it back in.
I was fucking her hard and it looked and felt amazing. Her tight little hole was so soft I could feel it wanting to drain me.
“is this what you’ve been thinking about all day?”
She found it hard to speak I was pounding her so hard. I could tell she wanted to cry out every time I fucked my cock into her but she knew she wasn’t allowed.
“ye…ye…yes……Daddy…..uh”
She was down on her elbows now gripping the edge of the coffee table so hard her knuckles were going white.
I could hear her pussy squelching and see the cheeks of her ass rippling every time I drove my dick home hard.
“tell me what you were thinking”
“I was…..….thinking…..of…you……uh!……fucking me hard…uh!………just like this……uh!”
“how about if I fuck you like this?”
I started to thrust faster, fucking her really hard, really fast and really deep, my hips slapping off her ass and almost pushing her off the table with every thrust.
“oh yes!……oh yes Daddy…..fuck me like that…..oh Daddy I love it…..oh Daddy…..oh Daddy….uh..uh..uh!”
“are you going to do as you’re told in future?”
“yes Daddy……uh…uh….I promise….uh…I promise I‘ll be a good..uh..uh…good girl”
Her pussy was so wet now I could feel her juices squirting out of her pussy over my shaft every time I slammed it back in.
“well if you promise to be a good little girl you can have a treat. I’ll let you choose where I shoot my cum. Where do you want it?”
“oh I want it……inside me Daddy….uh…uh…..shoot it up….up inside me Daddy,…….I want…to feel you…..cumming in me”
“ok, you can have my cum in your pussy. Now what do you say?”
“thank…..uh..thank you Daddy…uh..uh”
I had been fucking her hard and fast for only a little while when I felt her pussy starting to flutter.
“oh Daddy…..oh Daddy….I’m cumming Daddy….I’m cumming!”
That was it, hearing her shout that was too much for me.
“Daddy‘s…going to cum…too…are you ready?”
“yes Daddy……..I’m ready”
I felt her pussy fluttering on the end of my cock and it started the chain reaction in my hips. I felt the pressure building between my legs and my balls tightened, I grabbed her hips, held them tight and rammed my cock deeper into her than ever before.
“OW DADDY!!”
As my cock twitched and squirted inside her I felt her pussy tighten and she started slamming her ass back at me.
“oh Daddy…..oh Daddy……give me al your cum Daddy…….give me all your cum Daddy….…I love your cum Daddy……..I love it deep inside me…….ooh….oooh….oooOOOOHHHHHH!!””
With one final squeal she pushed back against me and I felt her pussy clamp down on me hard, her legs started to tense and want to kick out and I felt her pussy get very very very wet.
Looking down I saw her little ass hole contracting and her lips quivering as they were stretched tight around me. Her orgasm coursed through her.
I forced myself back in deep and she moaned as I felt a mixture of our juices squirt out of her and run down my balls
I moved my cock back and forth as far as I could inside her as she started to calm down, her orgasm slowly subsiding. Every now and then she would shiver as I pushed it in.
She was kneeling on the table panting for breath as I slid my slowly deflating cock out of her.
I stood for a moment and looked at her freshly fucked pussy as my cum, mixed with her cum slowly dripped from her to land on the table
I walked round her and, lifting her chin, I said.
“open wide, you need to clean Daddy up”
She opened her mouth and sucked my cock in licking it all over as she did. Cleaning it of her cum and mine. The sensation of her tongue darting from side to side on my end felt intense and I could feel the last few drops oozing from the eye at the end of my dick.
“that’s a good girl, now what do you say?”
She reached up and held my cock as she took it out of her mouth, still sucking me as she did, and said,
“thank you Daddy”
“Now go and get yourself cleaned up”
“ok Daddy”
She stepped down off the coffee table and straightened her skirt. She had a spring in her step as she almost skipped to the door and, just as she was about to leave she turned and said
“I love you Daddy”
“I love you too sweetie”
And with a broad smile she turned and headed for the shower leaving me exhausted and thinking of the next game we could play.
THE END

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the creators chapter 2 (rewrite)

Authors note (PLEASE READ): this is one of the first stories I have ever written so please excuse me if my grammar is not up to par with most authors. I will continue to work on it throughout the series. I am rewriting this chapter to hopefully fix some errors I have created in the original its heavily rewritten introducing new characters and it will be longer with more details and changed scenes but all still lead to the same as chapter 3. please leave messages in my comments or even pm my account to help me better myself and my story for your reading pleasure; I have already received a few helpful comments here and there I thank them and I thank you for reading.
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CHAPTER 2 (rewritten)
I awoke to a bright white room and a horrible headache. My eyes painstakingly trying to adjust to the brightness. Unable to even think straight at the moment I call out a weak sounding “hello” no response. I laid in bed for the next ten minutes trying to get my headache to go away I decide I should sit up and see if that helps at all it doesn’t.
I look around the white room trying to get my barrings trying to at least find out where I was. It didn’t take long to figure out where I was the beeping machines the I.V in my arm and just the general look and smell alone from the whiteness of it all to the way the beds look, the drawers, the TV. Dangling off the wall from a mount and the smell of alcohol permeating the air.
I’ve been to the hospital many times in my life some checks on me but mostly checks on my mother due to her aging condition. I originally found it weird for every time my mother,whom I thought was another sister, went to the hospital I had to come along, but now I know the reason the doctors thought that if my mother stopped aging maybe I would stop too but nothing ever came out of it.
I searched around the side of my bed for a minute then “AHA!” I found it the little remote that would call the nurses into my room and pressed the button. A few minutes later a nurse and a doctor both walked into the room stopping by my bed.
I immediately recognized the nurse she was Ms. Debra Cox which I always thought was funny cause her name was just like doctor cox from the show scrubs; she even slightly acted like him her take no shit attitude from anybody doctors, nurse, or even patients. She did care a lot though she had a huge heart and was one of the kindest people you’ll ever know as long as you don’t piss her off. One of the other nurses once told me that I was Ms. Coxs’ favorite patient. Me and her always got along and she was always smiling around me. Ms. Cox was about normal height about 5’4 I would say she had below average sized breast but they still looked great on her despite her breasts though she has the nicest ass I’ve ever seen its nice and round but firm with no sag to it as far as I can tell I’d say she has a runner or a yoga butt she wore the average scrubs every nurse wheres but I’ve always wanted to see her in one of those sexy pink nurse outfits with the skirt I’d possibly even cut the skirt even shorted so her ass is practically falling out.
I smiled when I saw her and she smiled back at me but remained silent as the doctor spoke. “Alex
Wells how are you feeling son”.
“I feel fine sir all I can complain about is that I have this very large headache that’s pounding at my skull.” I wince as a flash of the headache hits me painfully.
“ah, I see nurse will you please grab some acetaminophen for me thank you.” Ms. Coxs leaves the room as he begins to ask more questions. “Now son do you remember how you ended up here?” I shake my head and he writes something down on his note pad. “well son what happened was that you took a nasty spill in your kitchen knocking you out almost immediately; luckily you received no head trauma from the impact and should be able to leave tomorrow after some more tests”
after he tells me the memories of last night come spilling in. I remember I had sex with my sister I also remember the bottles falling then subsequently floating there. I don’t dare say any of this to the doctor though unless I want to get thrown in the looney bin. “what about my mom and sister?” I asked with a slight concern in my voice.
“oh there fine they were here last night with you but then had to leave; they said they would come by today as well.”
“oh good” I sigh in relief just then Ms. Cox comes back into the room with the medicine. “here you go” she says handing them off to the doctor. I take the medicine and the doctor eventually leaves the room after a few more questions. Now its just me and nurse Cox.
“You know you’ve been in here plenty of times before always for checks up and tests but never once have I actually seen you here injured now your sister I’ve seen her injured plenty of times but that’s different.” we both laugh at this while she sits on my bed next to me. “you know I’m actually a little mad at you” she says firmly.
“w-why?” I ask not understanding any reason for her to be.
“Because you never visit me not even once to say hi in what two years! Then the next time I do your passed out cold” she hmphs and continues “ I mean how am I supposed to talking with my favorite patient if hes all passed out!” a hint of truth in her voice as she says these words but tries to keep a smiling face as if shes being playful.
“aww I’m sorry” I say as I hold my arms open for a hug. She quickly come in for a hug and I couldn’t help but feel her breast press into me through the small robe I was wearing. I think I actually felt her nipples get hard but I quickly dismiss that thought there’s now way that she wouldn’t wear a bra to work, but I was wrong as she pulls back from the hug I look down and notice to points coming out the front of her shirt.
“you’ve gotten so big” is all I hear shocking me back into reality she couldn’t be talking about my growing hard on could she but the only response I got out was “huh?” she laughed a little and said “ I said you’ve gotten big these last two years” I mentally face palm myself realizing that’s what she means
“i mean look at you 2 years ago you were this cute tiny scrawny kid but now you’ve grown up your not a big muscled man” she says her cheeks turning slightly flush as she slowly runs her hand up my arms feeling my muscles “a man” she repeats a few more times under her breath before realizing what she’s doing and pulls her hand back like a whip regaining control over herself.
I smile inwardly as she tries to leave making some excuse about needing to do paper work and such but I know how to play and I know what that was not to sound like an over confident ass but I knew mentally she wanted me and I knew this would be my once chance to have her .
“Ms. Cox wait” I said making her turn around before leaving “is something wrong Alex?” she asks curiously? “actually yes could you please look at something for me?” “sure whats wrong sweety?”
“i feel like I have this huge burning sensation in my body” she looks surprised and says “oh? Where does it burn your stomach” I reply with “yeah somewhere around there”.
She comes over to me as I lay down on the bed and moves my robe to the side revealing to her my full hard on; I notice a slight smile cross her lips but she does her best to ignore the raging monster down there and starts feeling my stomach “no not there I think its lower than that” I see her smile more while she slowly lowers her hands more and more/ each time she moves she asks “here?” and I reply with “no a bit lower”. We play this little game until her hand is wrapped around my engorged member through my boxers.
Through heavy breaths she asks me “here?” and I simply nod but then say “ I think you’ll need to have direct contact though it feels like its getting hotter.” her cheeks flush more and her breaths’ get heavier as she wraps her slender fingers around the hem of my boxers slowly pulling them down. She bites her lip as my full member comes into view and wraps her hands around my now bare shaft once more. I let out a small moan from her touch; her smile visibly grew by at least 3 times when that happened. “That helps but I think you need to stroke it to cool down the entire area. She merely nods and starts stroking my shaft slowly at first but then picking up speed.
She adds her other hand on my member and keeps stroking adding a slight twist while doing so. She sticks her thumb up so that every time she moves her hand up her thumb rubs the underside of the head causing me to moan more in pleasure. “that feels great but I think you need to use you mouth to cool it off” she smiles more almost like shes shaking happily “could you also take off your shirt? I know it would help cool it down more if you did”. She lifts her shirt off right away and quickly moves her mouth down to the head and give it a quick lap; then begins to lick all around the shaft from the bottom to the tip of the head I feel her soft warm tongue lick the underside of my cock sending tingles of pleasure through my body.
She takes one of my balls and sucks it into her mouth surrounding it with her tongue licking up and down. She pulls her mouth away and presses her lips against the head and slowly lowers her head allowing her lips to part as her warmth surrounds my shaft “that feels amazing” I moan ans she starts circling her tongue around the head then stopping every so often to lick the slit at the top. She begins to bob her head up and down still using her tongue at the same time to lick the underside while providing the rest with a constant suction. She begins to moan causing vibrations all throughout my stiff member.
As this being my first ever blowjob I had to stop her, I didn’t want to blow my load just yet.
She looked at me curiously as to why I stopped her I had to take a few deep breaths before speaking “that helped a lot but I think I have one finally way to make the burning go away entirely” she gives a sly smile implying she knows what I mean and starts taking off her pants and panties immediately.
She climbs onto the bed and straddles my waist before slowly lowering herself onto me and moaning loudly before quieting herself. She begins to bounce up and down my rigid shaft while I thrust up in time with her movements. I lean up to kiss her but she stops me “no kissing please” she says almost pleadingly I look at oddly for a second but don’t have any time to think and she begins moving her hips up and down harder on my shaft causing me to moan. Her walls held onto me tightly and it almost felt like she was getting tighter with each thrust. I flipped us over and started doing her doggy style while grabbing her nice ass. I decided to slap It lightly and felt her tighten and moan in response so I slapped her hard and faster moaning each time I did. By the time I was done slapping, her ass was bright red. I soon felt myself getting close and moaned out “I’m gonna cum!” she moaned louder and said “its OK cum in me its a safe day” I moaned again and a few moments later started shooting spurt after spurt of my hot cream into her womb while she came from me cumming inside of her.
“thank you that was amazing” I said trying to lean in and kiss her again but again she blocked me off
“ah ah ah no kissing but if you ever feel anymore burning down there be sure to give me a call”. she said with a wink then got dressed and left the room wiggling her ass more than usual on her way out.
“nice performance their kid”and a slow clap shocking me from the dreamlike state I was in. I whip my head towards the mysterious voice and see a tall man standing there his long arms still in the slow clap his skin is Grey not pale and his hair is black and slicked back like Le Chiffre from casino royal he wears a black suit with a blood red tie underneath it. “a note worthy performance I must say you know I bet you would have won the Oscars with that” he chuckles wickedly I don’t know what it is about this man but he scares me deeply inside.
“please don’t tell anybody about that she could get fired for it” I beg the man.
“now why would I go and tell something like that family shouldn’t hurt one another right?” he say a wicked grin plastered to his face.
“f-family?” I said a little taken aback by his statement I don’t remember anyone like this in our family.
“of course I’m your family in fact I’m your father” he says with that wicked grin still attached to his face.
I felt anger rise up in me I had to hold myself back not to punch this man “you mean to to say your the one that raped and impregnated my mother cause her to be trapped in that body forever!” I almost shout through gritted teeth.
“AH the very same” he say while doing a bow with that same grin of his no longer scaring me just pissing me off.
“you better speak quick cause I’m gonna bust your teeth in, in about 5 seconds” clenching through fist tightly.
“now now Alex no need for violence there’s a very good explanation if you’ll hear me out”
“Explanation what explanation could there possibly be huh? I don’t need to hear some shitty excuse!” I yell as I begin to lunge my fist at him. Suddenly the man flicks his wrist and I’m up against the wall unable to move an inch. All the anger leaves my body and in its place fear fills me up whole.
“wh- what are you gonna do to me” I say with a shaky voice.
“do? Nothing my dear boy I just want to have a nice little talk with you but you were getting a little to steamed up. Now hear me out” he snaps his fingers and the next thing I know were both sitting in a cafe somewhere.
“wh- where are we? what the hell is going on?” fear still gripping me tight.
“Paris obviously and to know whats going on your gonna hafta hear me out how about it?” I simply nod my head knowing there’s nothing I can do.”good boy, good boy now for the explanation. Me and you are what are called creators”
“creators?” I ask curiously.
“yes creators we are a race of species above the average human in all aspects we posses magical powers and can do whatever we want so to speak you however are unable to cast even the simplest of spells right now.”
“powers? You expect me to believe that what so called powers” I think back to last night with the floating bottles but shake it off.
“don’t lie to me I know you saw what happened last night the mysterious floating that happened with the bottles that were about to come crashing down on your poor poor mothers head.” he said with a maniacal laughter afterwords.
“how would you kno… you some how made them fall over didn’t you?! It was you, you son of a bitch you could have almost killed her you asshole!” I slam my fist down on the table in anger causing the other people in the cafe to jump.
“ah ah ah Alex temper temper” he said waving his finger back and forth “i simply put you in a situation in which you powers would awaken and even if they didn’t I would have stopped the bottles… maybe” followed by more laughter.
“you son of a bitch fuck you!” I’m scream with rage right now as I grip the sides of the table almost contemplating throwing it at him.
“see that’s exactly what I was trying to do last night!” he says as he points to my hands.
I look down at my hands to immediately pull them away in shock “h-how!” I stutter while stumbling back. My hands hand melted away the solid iron table where my grip was.
“see your power right now is controlled by your emotions you need to get YOURSELF in control” he emphasizes yourself.
“and how do I do that I ask him still in shock.”
“nope not today sorry I believe today’s question was …. AH yes about your mother. Now with your mother I did what I had to do because in order for a child to be born with the powers of a creator the mother needs to be a child with a pure heart and soul and she fit that category to a tee. I believe she still does actually.”
“you lay one slimy finger on her and your dead!” I stiffly said making sure he understood every word. He simply nodded and continued.
“before I go I have two warnings for you be wary of THEM and avoid this symbol at any cost” he showed me a symbol of a circle with for strait lines protruding from it and then I was back. In less time than it took to blink I was back in the hospital and the man was nowhere to be seen.
About and hour later after some heavy thinking the doctor from this morning came back in with several others whom I assume would be doctors ,but half of them don’t look like they could open a book much less diagnose a patient. When the doctor spoke it was almost mechanical sounding his voice had no emotion no inflection no nothing it was just a flat tone “Alex Wells we will need you to stay for a few more day as further testing is needed.
“is everything OK doctor? Why do I need to stay longer?” I asked with a hint of odd suspicion in my voice; things didn’t seem right no matter how you look at it.
“Everything is fine there is no need for concern we just need to run a few more test is all” he said with the same flat tone as before.
“what kind of tests?” I ask even more suspicious.
“just the usual such as blood test and the like”. That’s what drove in the final warning flag there’s no possible need for a blood test with just a concussion.
“ah I see blood tests that makes sense” I nod my head as I see a few doctors snicker. “doctor would it be alright if I use the bath room?”
the doctor looks at one of the men surrounding him and he nods then the doctor turns my way “yes that is fine but please do hurry up we would like to get these test done quickly so we can get you home as soon as possible.”
“I have a feeling that if I went with them home would be the last place I’d see” I thought to myself as I got up out of the bed. As I walked past my stuff I quickly grabbed my phone and tucked it into my boxers. A sudden Idea struck me and I decided to see how it would play out. I walked past the men to the door when one of them grabbed my arm and stopped me. The man was huge and had a shaven head his left eye had a huge scar going down it and the eye itself was white obviously blind there.
“where do you think your going?” his accent obviously Russian
“didn’t you hear my bathroom broke so they told me I have to use the bathroom next door if I have to go yeah apparently the guy who was in here before had dysentery or something cause he just strait out ruined that toilet.”
as he let go of my arm I noticed what looked to be branded into the back of his hand to be the symbol the man told me to avoid at all costs. He looks at me and says “fine but be quick don’t make me come for you”
I nod and walk out the door when I make sure there not looking at me walking down the hall anymore I dash across the hospital floor through the corridors and make my way to the elevators but as I press the button nothing happens.
“AH fuck! The white Russian and his lackey cut the power to the elevator didn’t they” I say inside my head. I take a step back but start hearing yell through the hall “Fuck they must have figured out I left” I said out loud.
“psst” “what was that” I said aloud “psst Alex come here” I look over and see Ms. Cox calling me over with her hand.
“Ms. Cox what are you doing here?” I asked worriedly.
“no time for that now we got to leave now come on” she grabs my hand and pulls me through the emergency stairs door.
“Ms. Cox what are you doing why are you helping me?” I ask I mean in her eyes don’t I just look like a runaway patient why would she help?
“goddamn those bastards they can have anyone else but not you!” she says with an angry tone.
“what do you mean do you know who they are” as we run down the stairs she stops and turns to me look Alex I know you know more than you put say you do I know its not much more but still it enough for now I’ll tell you what I know when were not running for our life alright?”
I simply nod as we both continue running down the stairs. We finally reach the base floor after a tiring trek down the stairs.
“stay here I’ll be right back”she said as she opens the door from the emergency stairs and walks out closing the door behind her.
I press my ear up to the wall and listen in to whats happening.
“nurse Cox did you see him on the stairs at all” said by a voice I don’t recognize.
“no I’m sorry doctor I haven’t seen him at all”
“dammit where could that brat have run off to” I get a little upset at being called a brat but not enough to make me do anything. I soon hear foot steps run off in all directions and then I hear nothing.
I begin to worry if Ms. Cox is alright I haven’t heard anything but that’s a bad thing too. Suddenly the door flies open but luckily its Ms. Cox.
“Jesus you scared the shit out of me” I say in a hushed tone.
She ignores my statement and hands me a few pieces of clothes. “here put these on” she says while she hand them to me.
As I unfold the clothes I realized shes handed me scrubs and a doctors coat. I quickly slip on the outfit while she starts talking.
“Ok what were gonna do is walk out there me and you I want you to act natural, were gonna be walking strait through the lobby and out the front door its that simple OK?”
I simply nod my head as we head outside the escape door. We try to walk as natural as we can making it look like we’re having some sort of pointless conversation a few doctors give me some odd stare here and there but that’s all. We finally slip through the gate and through to the parking lot; We get Into Ms. Coxs’ car and drive all the way to my house. When we finally arrive at my home we finally relax. Sinking into our seats and We both turn our heads to look at each other.
“I’m sorry about earlier I know I was being mean I was just so scared I didn’t know what was gonna happen to us” she said with fear in her voice.
I leaned over the seat and hugged her to me tightly. “lets go inside and get something to eat alright” she just nods with her face pressed into my chest.
As we both walk into the house mom and sis look like there about to leave but end up just looking surprised in the end.
“Alex? We were just about to go see you what happened?” mom asked me curiously.
“well they let me out early because I finished all the tests and Ms. Cox decided to drive me home.” I’m honestly surprised at how easy I can lie to people on the fly like that and by the look on her face she is too.
“OH! Donna I’m so sorry I didn’t even see you there thank you for bringing him home safely” “oh no problem Sarah I had fun with the little rascal here” she said as she put me in a headlock and gave me a painful nuggie. Once she finally let go her and my mom went off and started talking about some pretty mundane stuff. I inwardly chuckled at how calm she can be at points.
“I’m glad your ok” she said as she walk up to me shyly. Then wrapping me in a tight full hug. I hugged her right back and look over at the two women Donna seemed to give me a knowing smile and even a wink. Sis and I walked back to our rooms together but I informed her that I had a really hectic day and would be to tired to fool around. She gave me a pouty face but she said she understood as we each went into our own rooms. As soon as I hit my bed I was out like a light.

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Evil Souls Have No Limits (Chapter 2)

This is chapter 2. I am sorry it took me so long but I have been very busy. Secondly I went more mild on the death part in this chapter. Also, there will be some more info added in chapter 3 about the charaters from another story series on here that me and the other arthur are going to connect our stories with. There is a tidbit of info in this chapteron that subject. Second to last point, please give me some feedback on who you would like to see become the next target for amanda’s first job and idea’s you would like to see. I think some fan interaction and ideas could help spruce it up a bit here. Lastly, please comment good or bad with your thoughts, all I ask is speak intelligently.

Morning Bells (Part Five: The Facebook message)

Sorry this one took so long i was adding in new characters and this chapter actually turned out to be a pretty long one. I hope everyone is enjoying the series so far and i appreciate all the comments and votes i read every one of them and respond when i get the chance. Please vote and comment on this one and let me know about your favorite parts or if you have any ideas… Thanks!

Reading Allowed, Pt.4

READING ALLOWED, Part 4
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
He made her put the collar on herself. He showed her how to open the clasp with the Allen key and watched her fix the steel band around her neck. It fit perfectly—snug against her skin but not tight enough to constrict her breathing in any way. He pocketed the key and just watched her as she knelt at his feet, feeling the collar with her hands and getting used to its weight. After a quiet, tense minute, during which he was sure she was contemplating the seriousness of the decision she’d just made—and, he had no doubt, getting hornier by the second—he reached down and clipped the chain leash to her collar.
He took a step back and gave the leash a vicious yank, pitching Marie forward onto her hands and knees. She gasped and her hand went involuntarily to her neck. She looked up at him and her face, small and pale above the shiny uncompromising steel, revealed her hurt feelings. “Just making sure it works, princess,” he said in reply, smiling cruelly. He pulled steadily on the leash and she followed him, crawling, over to a padded spanking bench assembled in the middle of the store. He sat down and she settled at his feet.
Marie was exhausted. Her thoughts and feelings had been rioting since that morning, and it was taking its toll on her. She knew she’d made the right decision when she agreed to wear his collar, but her life had changed so irrevocably and so fast—she couldn’t assimilate the joy and confusion that flooded her. Her pussy and asshole burned where he’d so roughly fingered them. The slight pain only made her hornier.
For she was horny again, almost unbearably so. The way he’d manhandled her, the feel of the slave collar around her neck, the crawling, all had their inevitable effect and by now she could feel her wetness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her nipples, still recovering from having been clamped for an hour or more, were hard and throbbing. How badly she wanted him to touch her again, to hold her like he had before… She rubbed her head against his leg, instinctively seeking comfort.
“Sit up and look at me,” he snapped, sounding irritated. Marie rushed to obey him, remembering to spread her thighs, hoping he’d notice and be pleased.
But his voice was cold as he went on, “Now for your punishment.”
She looked so dismayed it was comical. He would have laughed if this hadn’t been an important moment. He had to make good on his promise to make her suffer right away, or she might not take him seriously.
Marie felt her stomach sink. She’d been so hoping he’d take her in his arms, hold her down and fuck her thoroughly. Hadn’t he punished her well enough for her two transgressions? She’d thought the panties over her face and in her mouth, the clamps on her nipples, being left uncomfortably bound and alone in the bookstore hallway had been her punishment. What had she done now?
As if reading her thoughts, he was saying, “I think you learned your lesson about following my directions precisely, and maybe even about coming without permission.” He paused for effect. “But you’ve completely neglected to thank me for your gift.”
Marie’s hands flew to her collar and grasped it tightly, afraid he might take it away from her. An instant later, however, she threw herself down, her forehead touching the tips of his shoes and her palms to the floor on either side of him. “I’m so sorry, Master,” she said to the floor, “I didn’t mean to be ungrateful.” She raised her face to look up at him. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, “for the most wonderful, precious gift I’ve ever been given. I know I don’t deserve it, especially now when I’ve been so thoughtless.” She rose up onto her knees and seized his hands. “Please, please punish me, Sir, as I deserve.” She released his hands and prostrated herself before him again.
He was glad she wasn’t looking at him, because he was a little shocked. He never expected her to attain this level of submissiveness this soon. He didn’t know if she was just being clever, trying to think of the right things to say to mollify him, or if she really meant it—but either way, it was an impressive apology. It also made him hard as a rock.
He stood up and said, “Get up,” and to his relief his voice sounded disgusted. She rose shakily, keeping her eyes downcast. He studied her face for a couple of seconds but he still couldn’t tell if she’d been sincere in her apology or what she was thinking. Well, in a few minutes all her thoughts would be focused on the pain of her ass.
In truth, he wasn’t angry with her, or even really disappointed—she’d learn. But he’d been waiting all evening to really enjoy his new little submissive, and now his body was straining to possess her. “All right, princess,” he said finally, indicating the spanking bench. “Climb aboard.”
Marie looked at the contraption with trepidation. He had been sitting on a cushioned platform, about three feet off the ground. To one side of it, about a foot lower, were two skinnier, longer platforms, about two or three feet apart and angled outward. On the other side were another two platforms, a little shorter and about shoulder-width apart. An intimidating collection of straps and cuffs dangled from several points.
Satisfied that she’d figured it out, Marie gingerly approached the bench. Kneeling carefully on the long padded rests, she aligned her hips with the middle platform and bent forward until she could place her forearms on the arm rests. As soon as she was in place, her instincts screamed at her to jump up and get off this thing. She’d never felt so exposed, even when she’d been bound and naked in the parking lot earlier. She started to tremble. Why, once he strapped her down he’d be able to do anything he wanted to her, and she would be helpless to resist.
He, on the other hand, was delighted with the way she looked on the bench. His friend Theo had adjusted it to his specifications earlier that evening, and her petite frame fit perfectly. Her arms were supported from her hands to her elbows, her legs from her knees to her ankles, while her small bare feet hung in the air off the end of the leg rests, her toes pointing at the floor. The main platform supported her hips and stomach, but her breasts hung free, almost beckoning him to do things to them. The arm rests were low enough that her ass was pointed enticingly upwards, while her legs were kept spread and angled apart, giving him access to her crotch and inner thighs. His heart pounded at the sight, and he knew she’d look even sexier when she was strapped down.
With that thought in mind, he began to efficiently fasten the straps and cuffs to her body. There were cuffs for her ankles and wrists, pinning them securely to the arm and leg rests. Additional straps went around the backs of her knees, her arms near the elbow, and her waist. He pulled them all very tight, knowing that when he was done she wouldn’t be able to so much as wiggle. When he was done he stepped back and looked at her, slowly circling her helpless form. The black cuffs and straps contrasted delightfully with her pale skin, the dusky pink color of her nipples and pussy also standing out. The angle of the leg rests pulled her buttocks and pussy lips apart slightly and tightened the skin over the whole area, making it more sensitive to punishment. He swore he could see her pussy twitching, clear moisture seeping slowly and steadily from it, making her plump labia look shiny and enticing. It was a vision.
He stepped around to her front, where she kept her head down, her hair falling around her face. “Look at me,” he commanded and she did, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her nervousness and her arousal. “Do you remember reading me your favorite book last night?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her stomach tightening as she wondered where this was leading.
“In that chapter, what happened to the princess?’
“She—she was sp-spanked, in the tavern in the inn,” Marie stammered.
“Spanked with what, princess?”
Her heart pounding, Marie struggled to get her voice to cooperate. He reached out and pinched one of her sore nipples. When he started twisting it, she finally cried, “A—a paddle, Sir!”
He released her nipple, saying, “That’s right.” He smiled wolfishly, adding, “I’m sure you can guess what’s going to happen to you.”
He took a step towards her, adding, “But not just yet.” He reached out and smoothed her hair away from her face with his hands, pausing to massage her temples gently with his thumbs, soothing her. “Not…just…yet,” he repeated softly, as if to himself. He opened and unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. Then he took his cock in his hand and began to rub it across Marie’s face.
“Mmmm…” His eyes were intense, his expression deeply focused as if he was an artist and her face the canvas he was painting. Sometimes he used just the very tip to make delicate little patterns around her eyes and other times he would press its entire length against her face, seizing her head and grinding it roughly back and forth against him. Marie knew she had to be utterly still, to continue to meet his gaze, even though she was dying to take him into her mouth, especially when he began to rub the head across her lips.
She got her wish, although not in the way she had hoped, when he used his hands to pull her jaws apart and shoved his cock into her mouth–as if she were not a person at all, nothing but a convenient hole for him to fuck.
His face was as cold and dispassionate as his movements were brutally lustful. He pushed his cock down her throat and held it until she began choke and gag, then withdrew just long enough for her to gasp for breath before pushing into her again, over and over.
Marie whimpered, tears running down her face, as she choked and tried desperately to relax her throat enough to accommodate him. Her body of its own accord writhed helplessly against her bonds until she felt as if every muscle was about to be torn loose. And her pussy…oh god, her pussy was dripping!
At the very edge of her peripheral vision she could still make out his face during those few seconds when her head wasn’t being forced up and down on his cock. She saw his eyes blaze and his jaw tighten and knew instinctively that he was about to come. So when he pulled out of her mouth and released his grip she raised her eyes to his, holding his gaze as he reached his orgasm and with no more than a single grunt of pleasure began spurting his come onto her face.
Thankfully, he missed her eyes, but Marie could feel the globs of come sliding down her cheeks and forehead. Bound as she was, she couldn’t wipe it off. But he had no intention of it coming off, she realized as, recovering himself, he used his thumbs to gently, carefully smear the deposit across her face, rubbing it into her skin.
“Maybe this time you’ll remember not to wash your face.”
Tears filled Marie’s eyes at the thought of having the sticky residue of his come on her face for hours, days maybe, but she reveled in his cruelty—now only wishing he’d get on with it and fuck her as roughly as she was longing for him to do. But he was going to paddle her first.
He had refastened his pants and walked away, out of her sight. She could hear him touching something on one of the store’s racks. Her body tensed at the sound of wood knocking into wood; her muscles struggled in vain to close her legs. He came back, holding three different paddles by their handles. He thrust them toward her face, saying gruffly, “Choose.”
The sight of the frightening instruments had Marie flexing involuntarily against her bonds again. All three paddles were made of wood, but their properties varied otherwise. One was long and skinny, about an inch thick, with holes bored through it at intervals. The second was broader and shorter, with a long handle. She looked at the third one with distaste. It was dyed a lurid purple color and the paddle at the end of its long handle was shaped like a heart. She remembered vividly her spanking from last night, so she had some idea now of how painful a spanking could be, but that had just been with his hand. This had to be much worse. She wished she had some idea of which would hurt the most. She wished she could read his mind. Was there one he wanted her to pick?
It was taking her too long, she realized suddenly, frantically, just as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up and back. “Didn’t I tell you I expect instant obedience?” he growled, and she hastened to say, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry… the middle one.”
Without releasing her hair, he brought his face close to hers and said, “Beg me to punish you. Be specific.”
Marie gulped. She squirmed nervously against the straps. “Please…” she whispered, then paused and took a shaky breath. “Please punish me, Sir, for… for forgetting to thank you for my gift.” Her eyes closed as she braced herself for the rest. “Please paddle me, Sir.”It hardly gets better than this, he thought as he watched her pretty, expressive face, still shiny with his come; saw the eager, apprehensive look in her big green eyes as she begged him to hit her bound, defenseless body with a wooden paddle. He was glad he’d fucked her face just before; otherwise, it would be a struggle not to take her right now. She was so tempting when she begged.
But first things first. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, murmuring, “Good girl,” then released her hair and stepped around to her rear. He dropped the other two paddles and hefted the one she’d picked in his hand. He wondered if she knew that the longer handle would allow him to swing with more force.
Marie hoped he wouldn’t make her wait forever like he had the night before… but as soon as she completed the thought she felt the smooth wooden edge of the paddle stroking her inner thighs, which were spread and stretched by the spanking bench.
He slid the side of the paddle up against her pussy, making sure to stroke it over her clit, then back up between her buttocks and over the little star of her asshole. He loved the way she gasped and squirmed in her bondage. He’d pulled the straps so tight she could hardly move, only her head remaining free. He stopped teasing her with the paddle, stopping only a moment to notice the gleam of moisture on its surface, and said loudly, “Now, since you obviously need some instruction in manners, princess, I think it’s appropriate for you to thank me after each swat. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” came her quiet, strained voice.
The next sound that came out of her mouth was a yelp of pain– “OWWwww!”–followed by the hiss of her breath through clenched teeth. He had given her no warning whatsoever beyond the whoosh of the paddle just before it struck and she’d been completely unprepared. Oh christ, it had hurt much more than any of his previous spankings. And he was just beginning.
Even though she was still gasping with pain and shock she forced herself to speak. “Th-thank you, Ssssir,” she whispered. “Thank you for p-punishing m-” The second blow cut her off before she could finish, making her head jerk back, and before she could lower it he had seized her by the hair again, yanking it tightly in his fist. “Speak up, you lazy fucking whore!” he yelled.
“Y-y-yes…YES SIR!” She spoke so loudly that her voice echoed in the empty store. She sobbed a couple of times, then continued. “THANK YOU FOR PUNISHING ME, SIR!” Her scalp was on fire, her ass…her…oh god, her pussy was literally throbbing, she could feel it! Then, before she knew what she was saying she burst out, “PLEASE PUNISH ME SOME MORE, SIR!”
If he’d had any remaining doubts about her sexual nature, they were eradicated by her surprising plea. He’d been a little unsure about how she’d take those first couple of blows—they were delivered at about eighty percent of his strength, hard enough to slam her hips forward into the padded bench. The skin on her ass was already glowing a lovely shade of red. But she was enjoying it—glorying in it, even. She looked so incredibly sexual right now. Her eyes were closed so that her long lashes fanned out over her cheeks; her head was drawn back by his grip on her hair, exposing the smooth lines of her throat and accentuating the slave collar she wore; her breasts with their swollen tips were thrust forward as her back arched. There were little beads of sweat at her hairline. His innocent little submissive—she was lost in pleasure as he punished her.
He released her hair, taking a step back for better aim. “You greedy slut!” he growled, a touch of humor in his voice, but she didn’t notice it, too busy absorbing the blow that followed his words. And then another, before she’d managed to choke out a thank you. As she started to gasp out the words, he swatted her again, and she lost her breath. Finally he paused and she cried out, “Thank you, sir, thank you thank you!” She didn’t know if he was counting, but Marie wasn’t taking any chances.
He dropped the paddle and put his hands on her ass cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin. He ran his fingernails lightly over them and watched her struggle in her bonds, her feet flexing helplessly. “Tell me you’re my slut,” he ordered, his voice roughened by his burgeoning arousal. He looked at her asshole, exposed and surrounded by the bright red skin of her ass. He eased his thumb into it, unable to resist.
Marie moaned at the invasion, her ass clamping down on his thumb as her pussy clenched involuntarily, grabbing at the empty air. She’d die if he didn’t fuck her. “God, yes, I’m your slut, Sir, I’m your slut!” She almost screamed the last words. “Please, please fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Sir, PLEASE!” She pictured him standing behind her, between her helplessly spread thighs, looking at her, casually raping her ass with his hand. She heard him unzipping his pants again and strained against the strap, trying to push her ass back towards him in invitation.
He positioned his cock, leaned over her and got a grip on her hair again. “Don’t you dare come,” he snarled close to her ear, then drove into her in one hard thrust.
It was impossible. Marie screamed as his cock filled her all at once and she tumbled into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body thrashed against her restraints as of she were having a seizure or receiving a huge electrical shock. She screamed again and again. It was too much and it went on, wave after wave, for so long that she was almost afraid that he had somehow triggered an endless orgasm; that she would continue to come like this until she died from it.
He held himself perfectly still, his hands resting lightly on her hips as she jerked and gasped and screamed beneath him. He had been reasonably sure that she would be unable to stop herself from coming, given how utterly, mindlessly aroused she was—which was why he had told her not to, of course. But he was slightly shocked by the how quickly it had happened and by the incredible intensity of her orgasm.
Eventually, though, she settled beneath him and became still. Her breath, still coming in sobs at first, slowly quieted and her head hung down as if she had fainted. Only then did he withdraw his now somewhat softened erection and stand. He tucked himself back into his pants and closed them up again.
He stood for a moment looking down at Marie, pinned like a butterfly on the bench. His. He leaned down and, even though he was fairly sure she wouldn’t feel it, placed a tender kiss at the base of her spine before turning and walking out of the room, returning moments later with a cup of water.
He walked to the front of the bench, where she still lay only semi-conscious, her head lolling slowly back and forth, her sweat-soaked hair hanging in limp strands around it. He let her rest a little longer, waiting until she showed signs of stirring before seizing her hair again, lifting her head up and dashing the water into her face.
As she gasped and spluttered he leaned down, put his face to hers and said harshly, “I told you…not…to…come!” He waited until her still-startled eyes focused on his before adding, “You are going to learn to do as you’re told if it takes all night!”

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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street (Part Two)

If you have not read the first part then I think you should, and thanks to the people who left their comments on the first part. I hope you enjoy the second part, if you like it then leave a comment because I already have the third part written as well.

Aerobic Spank 3

At Hope’s direction, my wife crawled over to where I was seated on the sofa, took my hard penis in her mouth and began to lick and suck me. Hope sat down behind her and began to lick Sonia’s pussy as she pleasured me. Sonia reached behind her and began to rub Hope’s pussy.
And suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Hope jumped up, peeked out the curtain and then opened the door. In walked Sonia’s daughter, Molly, and her best friend Bridgette. Both girls were 19 years old and in their first year of college.
“Well, what’s going on here?” Molli exclaimed.
Hope laughed, “Oh, just a little payback session for your mom. She needed a good spanking on her little butt to get her straightened out.”
“Oh, I see,” Molly replied. All I can say is she’s had it coming for a long time!”
“Molly!” Sonia exclaimed, her face beet red.
“Well, you DO deserve it,” Molli retorted. “You have a great husband now, but you sure don’t appreciate him, and the way you talk to him sometimes isn’t very nice! So, please just go right on ahead; don’t mind us.” She grinned.
“Oh, no!” said Sonia! “You two young ladies just march right on back out the door!”
“No, they’re staying!” Hope interjected. In fact, I called and invited them! I think they need to see what happens to women who don’t treat their husbands right.” With that, Hope walked over, took Sonia by the hand and helped her to her feet. Then she sat down on an ottoman and pulled Sonia face down over her lap. Sonia’s pink bottom was once again on display for all of us to see. Hope began to spank her again, alternately slapping each cheek slowly and firmly. The girls moved closer, where they could watch the spanking from close quarters. Molly’s friend, Bridgette, who hadn’t uttered a word as yet, watched with especially rapt attention as Sonia’s bottom was spanked again and again.
I had put a throw pillow over my privates as soon as the girls walked in and Sonia released me from her mouth. Now Molly looked at me and grinned, “You weren’t quite quick enough; I’ve been wanting to see that thing ever since you and Mom got together. God, she wasn’t exaggerating a bit when she told me how big it is!”
“Well, it really is none of your business,” I replied. “Maybe you need a bit of what your mom is getting right now, to teach you some manners.”
Hope glanced over at me with a smile on her face. “I’d be happy to take care of Molly, if you’d like to take over for me for a while.” she offered.
I nodded my assent, and Hope quickly transferred Sonia to my lap. I started again where Hope left off, slapping Sonia’s gorgeous bottom vigorously. This elicited an occasional squeal from time to time and a few tears, but I was not exerting a tremendous amount of force. In fact, between spanks I rubbed her cheeks and slipped my hand between her legs to rub her pussy, which was still dripping with moisture.
In the meantime, Bridgette had switched position again, so she could see exactly what I was doing to Sonia’s bottom. Finally she leaned over and whispered in my ear asking if she could rub Sonia’s bottom. I smiled at her and nodded, and she began to rub Sonia’s bottom gently between each smack I landed on it. I don’t believe I have ever seen anyone focus with such intensity as Bridgette did. She seemed totally oblivious to everything else in the room except Sonia’s body. As she continued to touch Sonia and I continued to spank, Bridgette’s ministrations became more and more intimate. She reached around and fondled Sonia’s small breasts and her fingers played, longer and longer each time, tickling Sonia’s pussy and anus. By now, Sonia was moaning and writhing on my lap as the spanking and the fondling continued. Eventually, Bridgette’s fingers moved slowly, but relentlessly, in and out of Sonia’s wet pussy and her other hand rubbed circles on Sonia’s clit as I continued to spank her bottom with a slow, steady pace. Suddenly, Sonia groaned mightily as she came on Bridgette’s hand.
While Bridgette and I worked on Sonia, Hope had made Molly remove every stitch of her clothing and get down on all fours on the living room floor. She was spanking Molly’s bottom in time with the spanking I was giving her mother. As Hope turned Molly’s bottom cheeks pink, I could see the smile on Molly’s lips and the passion in her face. She was being spanked as she watched her mother get spanked, and she was enjoying it immensely. Hope paused between spanks, as I did, and licked Molly’s pussy and bottom as Bridgette played with Sonia.
Just seconds after Sonia spent, Molly had a very loud, very intense orgasm of her own.
Hope stopped spanking Molly’s bottom for a moment and answered the door. In walked Robin, another one of the girls from the afternoon’s gym session.
“Well, I figured it was the more the merrier,” Hope grinned at me.
“Absolutely!” was the best response I could muster. This was an absolute dream come true.
Robin was already taking her clothes off, and Hope walked back to Molly, who had maintained her doggie-style position on the floor.
“I have an idea,” Hope said brightly. Let’s have a little show here! Molly, you turn around so we can all see your pretty bottom, and Sonia, you get right here next to her so we can see yours. These have to be two of the sweetest tushies in California right here!”
As Sonia and Molly rearranged themselves on the floor, Robin came over, plopped herself on the couch next to me and snuggled up. She was very affectionate and always gave me a hug whenever she saw me and she always looked terrific in her leotards, but this was truly phenomenal: she was completely naked and pressed tightly against my side. On the other side, Bridgette was sitting, with one hand down the front of her pants and the other playing under her blouse.
Oh, my God, she murmured, would you look at that!” I was only too happy to look. My wife and her daughter were now kneeling side by side, their elbows on the floor and their butts facing those of us on the couch, and let me tell you, there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination. Hope had arranged them so that everything was on display.
Sonia’s pussy had been shaved earlier that day at the aerobic studio. Her pussy was wet from her earlier orgasms and the smooth white lips were puffy and slightly parted, revealing the pink and beige inner lips. Her anus was also visible, a puckered brown little hole that, I knew from experience, had the ability to stretch considerably. Her buttocks were smooth and taut and muscular, not a dimple or a wrinkle, and bright pink from the spankings she had been receiving.
Right next to her, Molly’s privates were similarly displayed. Molly had naturally auburn hair. She had shaved her pussy, leaving just a small thatch of auburn above it. Her pussy was light pink, and somewhat smaller than her mother’s. Molly had obviously enjoyed her spanking and Hope’s sucking and licking; a bead of clear fluid trickled from her pussy and ran down the lips toward her pink clit. She reached back between her legs and spread the moisture around the little pink bump. Hope smacked her bottom and told her to wait. Molly’s bottom hole was a gorgeous, bright pink color, a meaty little rosebud. Her bottom was not as muscular as
Sonia’s, but was full and round, without an ounce of excess fat. It was also quite pink from Hope’s spanking it. As we watched, Hope moved from one to the other and spread their pussy lips apart so we could see up inside and then spread their bottom cheeks open, which had the effect of opening both holes wider at once.
“Do you guys have a ruler around here?” Hope asked. “I think we need to get a little more color in these cheeks!”
I replied that there was one on Sonia’s desk in the corner of the living room. Hope went over, picked up the one-foot wooden ruler and returned to the two women kneeling in front of us. She started spanking each of the four cheeks, lightly at first, one smack to each buttock, and then back to the first to repeat the sequence. Smack, smack, smack, smack went the ruler. As she continued to spank their upturned bottoms, Hope increased the intensity of the strokes and then the frequency, going from one smack to two and then to three. This elicited squeals from mother and daughter as the blows landed and then they began to sniffle and cry, Sonia first and then Molly. Their buttocks progressed from a light pink color to bright pink and finally to bright red. As the women began to cry, Hope stopped spanking their bottoms and moved from one to the other, spanking their exposed, wet pussies with her hand. She didn’t spank hard, just light little spanks, repeated at a quick cadence. These brought impassioned moans from the two.
Bridgette, in the meantime, had slid her jeans down past her knees, and I could see her hand moving rapidly under her panties as she patted her own pussy, mimicking Hope’s technique. Her eyes were wide open, taking in the scene of her friend and her friend’s mother getting their pussy spankings. Suddenly, her body stiffened and she moaned as she came.
On my other side, Robin had stretched out so she could fondle herself as she watched. I was caressing her breasts and tweaking her pink nipples as she rubbed her pussy. “Oh, God, I am so wet and so excited!” she exclaimed.
Hope stopped spanking Molly’s puss and left the room for a moment. She returned with a small bottle of oil from our bedroom and began to spread it on Sonia and Molly’s assholes. As we watched intently, Hope pressed her index fingers into the two exposed anuses and began to move her fingers in and out. She dipped her fingers into the women’s bottoms four or five times and then pulled them out to smack their cheeks several times each. Then her fingers were re-inserted and the asshole fucking commenced again. This seemed to especially excite Molly, who once again reached back between her legs to play with her pussy as Hope spanked her and probed her anus.
After an intense orgasm of her own, Robin had started playing with my cock. She was such a tease. She would manipulate it gently and then stop so I wouldn’t get excited enough to come. Bridgette, her hand still in her pants, was breathing heavily as she alternately watched Hope doing the women and Robin’s hand fondling my hard penis.
After a while, Robin said, “Hey! How come Bridgette still has her clothes on? Come on, girl, you’re the only one who isn’t naked around here!”
“N-n-no, it’s OK, Bridgette stammered nervously. I’ll just keep them on.”
“Like hell!” said Robin. You can take them off or I’ll do it for you.”
“Why don’t you do it then,” Bridgette replied, her face bright red.
Robin let go of my cock (just in time once again) and pulled Bridgette to her feet. Off came the shoes, pants, blouse, bra and panties, leaving Bridgette as nude as the rest of us. There was a collective gasp from all of us. Hope stopped what she was doing, and Sonia and Molly both turned around to look. Standing before us was one of the most beautiful bodies we had ever seen. Bridgette had always taken care to dress to hide her beauty, and none of us, except Molly, had a clue as to what was hidden under the somewhat frumpy clothes. Bridgette was tall, statuesque, with large breasts, brownish nipples with reddish tips and the most luscious ass you’ve ever seen. She was not cut and muscular like the others, but just gorgeous all the same.
“Hey, Molly, you ever get to mess with that?” Hope queried.
“Sure, we’re roommates!” Molly exclaimed.
“Well,” Hope replied, “I think you two should show us what happens after the lights go out in the dorm!”
Molly glanced at Bridgette, the question unspoken, but obvious. Bridgette’s face was once again bright red as she murmured, “I will if you will, Molly.”
And suddenly, there was a knock on the door. What now? (Another chapter?)

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My Summer Back Home: Part Two

Part two of My Summer Back Home. Word count: 37,784, almost double the last. I spent time editing, as requested. I tried to cut down the line count for the paragraphs. I hope y’all enjoy the editing ticks, finding the reading all the more pleasurable. Please leave comments, lewd or not, constructive or admirable. I accept all. Farewell lovely readers, enjoy the incestuous tale of Julia and Jace. (Written by an amateur 18 year old male)

Slave-Complete

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Aerobic Spank 2

Aerobic Spank 2
When I returned home and cleaned up after my surprise experience at the aerobic studio, I sat down and gave the situation some thought. Sonia wouldn’t be returning home until she got off shift at 7:00, so I had sufficient time to decide exactly how to react. On the one hand, I had certainly been aware that Sonia was bi-sexual. She had mentioned, for example, that when she saw Hope undressed in the locker room, she became aroused. She loved Hope’s firm, pear-shaped breasts and pink nipples. I also knew that Sonia liked being spanked, and we had made that a part of our sexual play. She had even shared fantasies at times that involved sexual situations with a few of her friends and co-workers. What I had not been aware of, until I saw it with my own eyes, is that Sonia had acted on her fantasies and had not breathed a word about it to me, much less included me. I mean, most guys would love to watch what I had just seen by accident! I wanted to come up with something that would act as a combination of punishment for keeping secrets from me and encouragement to continue her sexual pursuits with my full knowledge, agreement and participation, if appropriate.
Here’s what I did: I phoned Hope and told her what I had seen at the gym and what my reactions were. Sonia had told me that Hope was more comfortable in her sexuality than anyone she had ever met, so I was hoping that Hope would assist me in my plan. I was not disappointed! She said she’d be delighted to help, and actually suggested some enhancements I had not even considered previously.
At 7:20, Sonia came through the front door, smiling and talking as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place that day. I asked about her day, and she told me about the usual occurrences, customers she had waited on, a new bikini she wanted for herself and so on.
I finally asked, “So did anything unusual happen today?”
She looked a bit concerned as she responded, “No, why do you ask?”
“Well,” I said with a smile, “I stopped by with a sandwich at noontime, and you weren’t behind the counter, and the door was locked.”
Sonia’s face turned pale, and she started to stammer, “W-w-w-ell, I-I-I…”
“Don’t bother,” I told her, “I watched it all through the window!”
“Everything?” she gasped.
“Yep! I saw and heard everything! So…the question is, what are we going to do about it?”
“I’m so sorry,” Sonia began.
“Well, I’m sorry too, Sonia,” I replied. “I’m sorry you didn’t tell me what was going on, and I’m sorry you didn’t trust me enough to know that I would understand. In fact, you know your fantasies turn me on, so why would you think it wouldn’t be OK with me for you to follow through on them?”
“You mean, you wouldn’t have been mad if you knew I was doing all that?”
“No,” I said, I wouldn’t have been mad about that. I’m not mad about that now. What I am furious about, though, is that you kept secrets from me! That really hurts me, Sonia! I love you and I want you to be happy, but I think you need to pay for deceiving me, too”
“P-p-pay how?” she asked nervously.
I think you need to take all your clothes off right now and take a good hard spanking on your bare bottom!” I replied.
“Or what?” she responded somewhat defiantly.
“I don’t want to live with someone who won’t tell me the truth and wants to shut me off from a significant part of her life,” I declared. “So here’s the deal; you need to decide right now whether to take the punishment I’ve determined, and work with me to figure out how we’ll arrange our marriage and your other activities, or I can pack some things and leave right now. You decide!”
“You mean I can continue to have the things I need outside of our marriage and still be married to you too?”
“I mean that you can INCLUDE me and share that part of your life with me, or I don’t want to be here!” I responded.
She hesitated for a moment more, and then her eyes dropped to the floor as she began to undress. As always, I marveled at her beauty, but now there was an added component, because I was firmly in control. I knew that she would do whatever I told her to because she truly wanted to continue our marriage. When she finally removed her panties and stood before me completely naked, it was one of the most thrilling moments of my life.
“What do you want me to do now,” she asked softly.
“Well, before we go any further, I have a surprise for you. Only fair, I think, because I certainly got one this afternoon! Come on out, Hope!”
Hope walked out of the hallway leading to the bedroom. She, too, was nude, her tall, slender body magnificent. Sonia’s mouth dropped open; she was completely stunned. Hope didn’t say a word, simply walked across the living room and took Sonia in her arms. I watched as the two friends embraced passionately, breasts pressed together, hands caressing each other. Hope’s hands moved to my wife’s bottom and pulled her close. Sonia’s newly-shaved pussy pressed against Hope’s thigh. I was totally aroused at the sight of my wife and her best friend playing this way.
Finally Hope pulled away and said, “Well, I guess there’s a little business to take care of before we get too carried away. Sonia, why don’t you get on your elbows and knees on the floor and get that butt of yours right up in the air.” Sonia immediately did as she was told.
Hope nodded at me, and as we had planned, I knelt on one side of Sonia and Hope on the other. I began to rub one cheek of Sonia’s magnificent bottom and Hope attended to the other cheek. We played with Sonia’s bottom for a few minutes, a delicious task to say the least.
“OK,” I said, “here we go. I delivered a stinging slap to Sonia’s cheek, which elicited a sharp yelp. Hope immediately popped the other cheek, and we continued alternately spanking Sonia’s bottom until it was bright pink and she was squirming and sniffling.
Finally Hope said, “Sonia, have you showed your husband how you play with yourself?” This was something I had asked of Sonia in the past, but she had always demurred.
“No!” Sonia exclaimed, “And I’m not going to do it now either!”
“We’ll see,” Hope murmured and proceeded to pepper Sonia’s backside with hard sharp smacks. After 10 or 12 to each cheek, Sonia was in tears.
“OK, I’ll do it!” Sonia blubbered. Just stop, please!”
Hope grinned wickedly and said, “Just reach right back between your legs and get busy, girl!” Hope looked at me and said, why don’t you just get up and sit on the couch and enjoy this. I’ll make sure Sonia puts on a good show for you…she does it for us on a regular basis.”
As I got up and moved to the couch, I asked, “Just how long has the deal at the studio been going on, anyway?”
“About a year, I guess.” Hope replied. “Sharon thinks up all kinds of “reasons” to spank us and have sex. All of us get off on it, so we’re glad to play along.”
Sitting on the sofa, I had a marvelous view of Sonia’s ass and her hand rubbing her pussy. Hope straddled Sonia’s back, facing me and spread Sonia’s buttocks apart, making the view even more awesome. Then she started spanking Sonia’s cheeks again, slapping both cheeks at the same time. Juice was dripping from Sonia’s spread pussy lips.
“Look at who’s all wet,” Hope smirked. “You love getting a spanking on your naughty bottom, don’t you?”
“Oh, I do!” Sonia gasped and rubbed her clit even more briskly. Before long, she began to shudder and shake and had an intense orgasm. My sweat pants around my ankles, I watched and stroked myself while I watched my wife play with herself.
“OK, now you have to show him the rest, Sonia,” Hope ordered. No hesitation now. Sonia’s middle finger, wet with her juices, was inserted into her bottom hole and then moved in and out, fucking her own asshole. Hope resumed slapping both of Sonia’s bottom cheeks, and Sonia came again. When her spasms subsided, Hope said, “Well, I think it’s about time to take care of your husband, like a good wife should.” At Hope’s direction, my wife crawled over to where I was seated on the sofa, took my hard penis in her mouth and began to lick and suck me. Hope sat down behind her and began to lick Sonia’s pussy as she pleasured me. Sonia reached behind her and began to rub Hope’s pussy.
And suddenly there was a knock on the door.
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