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I recently wrote a story called “The Surprise” – a non-consensual story with a twist. I deliberately picked a vague title, and so I will try and write a different tale under each of Literotica’s twenty-five writing categories with the same inspiration over the next year. This is Number Seven.

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My wife wasn’t wrong to leave me; I was bisexual, and she wanted monogamy. While I adored her figure, with her perky breasts and amazing butt, I also needed to play with my gender. During a sales visit to London, I attended a gay bar with a public playroom, and sucked on my first cock. That experience opened my eyes, and for three years, I maintained my marriage as I sought male sex partners for anal and oral sex. My world tumbled down when she discovered my FabGuys and Grindr accounts, and the truth came out.

We agreed to split amicably, which was far more than I deserved, and she took ownership of our six-bedroom abode. I had an excellent job in our family firm and settled into a four-bedroom detached house in a small village in east Cheshire. Close to the motorway, railway station and with splendid views of the countryside, my cul-de-sac property was an ideal home for me to rebuild my life.

As a thirty-five-year-old, I wanted sexually available men and women of a similar age, and there were little of those in the surrounding area. However, I still travelled to Manchester, Stockport or Chester for dates, and the scenery around my village was fantastic. I lived close to work, and could drive to our Mancunian factory three days a week, and work from my home office on the other two.

Six months after moving into my new property, I had the bushes and shrubs removed from my front garden and replaced them with small low-maintenance plants; I was never much of a gardener and the five trees had roots that were encroaching on the sewers. My neighbour complained.

A month later, I changed the three-foot high fence in the back garden with bigger replacements, and planted conifers in front of them. I wanted my privacy, and my neighbour whinged.

During Pride Month, I flew the horizontal striped flag from my upstairs window. My neighbour protested and as chair of our local parish council, he officially wrote to me to advise that “perversions should not be advertised where children could see them.”

I ignored his pathetic baiting, but more and more I felt I didn’t fit in to the village life. There were cliques, clubs and societies that were not welcoming to new members. I needed a more cosmopolitan environment. A few Tinder and Grindr dates, with the inevitable culmination of the rendezvous in the bedroom for a one-night stand, couldn’t sate my wanderlust. I wanted more and looked at a few houses available on the property market nearer to the city centre.

Towards the end of the summer, a guy who I’d met a few times from FabGuys contacted me. Twenty miles away, in a small town in Cheshire, was the country’s biggest all-male sauna, and they were hosting an infamous sex party. He had two tickets and his friend had dropped out. Did I want the spare ticket?

The Horse Fair is a simple but sordid concept. It is an orgy and attendees purchase entry for one of the three roles. Firstly, the “stable lads” guarantee the safety of the participants by ensuring everyone uses condoms and lube. They are also responsible for directing the play and arrive at the party first. The “mares” are guys who like to bottom. The stable lads hood them, strip them naked and restrain them. Lastly, the “stallions” are men who top, and they enter the party to sodomise and use the mares. Anonymously. The event is pure sleaze, and it sounded wonderful.

Simon’s spare was for a mare.

Feeling lonely and a little isolated with my life, I leapt at the chance, and met Simon in a layby. I traded one ticket for the forthcoming event for £20 – the face value – and a blowjob. His smooth cock slipped effortlessly between my lips as my tongue worked his glans. The 40-something avid cyclist owned a juice bar and his cum was the sweetest, tangiest delicacy in the county; I always adored going down on the health freak.

The following months were busy at the family firm, and the Horse Fair slipped from my thoughts. Previous trips and parties where I could explore or enjoy my sexuality had preyed on my mind for weeks leading to the event, but with new orders flying into our company, I immersed myself in my work.

I had a busy Friday in mid October, but arrived home at 4pm. Excited, I douched and plugged my arse, ate at the local pub and then drove across the county to meet Simon in the car park of the all-male sauna. I’d been to the former working men’s club before and the vast two-storey building catered for hundreds of men at the same time.

He greeted me in his hoodie and sweatpants. “You’re early!” I said. “Stallions aren’t allowed in until seven thirty!”

“I’ve got a mare ticket! Like you!”

“I thought of you as more of a stallion than a bottom!”

He laughed. “You’ve görükle escort always had me with your lips around my cock, begging me to come in your mouth!” The versatile juice bar owner followed me into the venue, and we swapped our tickets for entry to the vast sauna. We walked to the expansive changing rooms, chatting. Butterflies danced in my stomach; it had been a year since I had attended an orgy, and nothing of this scale.

The rules stated we had to be nude from the waist down and, apart from a pair of plimsolls, I stripped naked. I was not the only guy to have a plug in, and I removed my sex toy, placing it in a bag with my clothes.

Over fifty guys of all shapes and sizes crammed into the changing room, stuffing their garments and possessions into the lockers. A few wore harnesses or tight T-shirts, but most were naked. The atmosphere was jovial and light-hearted; I had my butt squeezed several times by passing attendees as I chatted to my fellow mares.

A railway worker, a schoolteacher, a diversity officer and CEO conversed about geopolitics, football and the state of the roads. The only real thing we had in common was that we were about to be fucked by a stampede of stallions, eager to sate their horniness with our bodies.

A dozen men in sports wear walked to the front of the rowdy, boisterous changing room. A stout, bald-headed man shouted for silence, and then introduced himself before stating the rules once more.

My heart pounded as the reality sunk in. Mares were to be hooded and could not remove their hood for the duration of the event. They were to service all cocks, until nine, when it became a free-for-all orgy until the small hours.

As he spoke, they passed white hoods around the group of men, and at the end of his speech, we had to slip the thin sack over our eyes. A few minutes later, a pair of hands tied it behind my head, fastened my wrists together with zip ties, and then led me into the sauna.

We walked past a room where pornography was playing. I heard the groans and squeals, as well as seeing the brightly coloured light masked through the thin cotton. The softly spoken stable lad guided me up a flight of stairs and told me to “wait here.” I felt a table at thigh height and I instinctively rested my palms on it, stretching my calf.

I heard movement. I could taste anxious excitement in my mouth, as there were steps around me. Other mares, certainly.

My watch was in my locker, but I knew we must be approaching seven thirty. I could see nothing but darkness and I closed my eyes, straining my ears to hear anything. Breathing like me. A shuffling of feet. In the far distance, I heard a smack of skin and boots on the floor.

The time had come.

Thumping beats of dance music reverberated around the club. I flinched when I felt the first touch on my body. Hands squeezed my buttocks and pushed on my back, presenting my hole to the dominant stallion.

Suddenly, cool wetness dabbed on my douched opening was followed by a cock pressed against me, filling me up. Smooth and slow, nuzzling his dick against my prostate as his hands rested on my back.

The patient movement delightfully opened me up, finishing the job of my butt plug. I loved every moment. He had rough skin, but was he a fit tradesperson or an experienced, overweight bear? Ginger, blonde, black or bald? Hirsute or glabrous? Tory, Labour or Lib Dem? I could only imagine what person was behind the wondrous dick sensually sodomising me.

It felt too good. He was big, and he thrust powerfully, building a smooth rhythm as he fucked me, harder and harder. The stallion smashed his hand against my exposed skin as he pounded my hole, chasing his pleasure.

I was nothing but a vessel to him; a fleshlight or nameless orifice. A disposable butt for the tops to fuck and use, and then discard. And he did; his cock pulsed in the rubber sheath buried inside my lubricated hole.

The moment he withdrew, another took his place. He couldn’t see my face, and I couldn’t see him at all. I felt surrounded by men with hands, bodies and dicks pressing and bumping into me. “Hold him down!” The stallion demanded, encouraging his friend to push my shoulders onto the padded table top.

The deprivation of my sight heightened my other senses. Everything excited me, from the touch on my skin and my hole to the smell of lubricant filling the room. The sounds of rough, guttural buggery. The taste of a bare prick stuffed into my mouth whilst his friend roughly sodomised me.

Ferocious, merciless sex; he pounded his cock into me as he slapped my body. My lungs burnt as his mate packed his long dick into my throat, face-fucking me as his fellow stallion hammered my butt. I gasped for air, but could not resist. The barbarous group of men groped me, plundering me for their pleasure as they rotated.

As one man emptied his balls inside a condom, the guy in my throat replaced him, stuffing my arse with their prick. Then, the stallion twisting my nipples or smacking bursa merkez escort my skin filled my mouth.

No humanity, no emotion. Just half-a-dozen cocks of all sizes, pushing their way into my abused hole and pleasuring themselves with my body. Blindfolded, time had no meaning. My mind simply concerned itself with the continuous orgy surrounding me. I was on my seventh cock of the night, more than doubling my personal record in an evening, and we had barely started.

As the room quietened, a stable lad pulled at my wrists and led me along the corridor and into another area. The pounding beat of the music was louder, and I heard a commotion as I stepped inside. It was a busier part of the event, and within moments, I was on my back in a sling, swaying in midair. A pair of firm hands fastened my ankles to the chains and smothered my arsehole in cold lubricant. His thick, meaty prick forced its way inside me.

Utter bliss. His cock rubbed against my prostate as he fucked me. His hands pulled on my legs, moving me in the swing as he rampantly screwed me. I was just a piece of meat. Nobody said a word or acknowledged me, they used me and went.

I lost track of exact numbers. I was there to be fucked, but it was continuous. As one man finished, the next stallion lined up to take his place within a handful of seconds. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh and of grunting sexual release filled the room, as waves of stallions fucked me, or used another guy in the swings.

And it felt amazing. I was just a worthless slut, eager for cock and savouring every hard, horny thrust into my lubricated hole. I barely caught breath as the stallions didn’t hold back, pounding us with rampant lust. Sleazy, wanton, nasty and filthy, and I loved it.

I adored the feel of rough hands groping my body, not needing to ask permission. I longed to have more cocks slide against my prostate or pound my hole, not worrying about sexual consent. They could do what they wanted, and I craved to be used and abused, taken by dominant stallions for their pleasure. But most of all, I savoured the anonymity. My employees, my friends, my ex-teachers or even my neighbour could fuck me and I would not know.

I could not know.

Every prick was anonymous. Each dick that hammered into me was nameless.

The stable lads moved me from the swing to the bed, and then to the wall, with my last fuck being with my hands held above my head as a long, stout shaft sodomised me against the cold wood. I felt his cock pulse as he came, panting into my ear as he unloaded his balls into the condom. “Night, slut!”

The stable lads guided us back to the changing room, and I removed my hood, covering my eyes. “You can go home and the stallions won’t see you. Or come to the three-hour orgy.” There was a fifteen minute window where the stallions were not permitted to leave the sauna to give the mares time to depart.

For those that savoured the anonymous aspect of the party, they left, and a few did. My hole ached, but I had planned to stay for a drink and some oral fun, but I saw I had five missed calls and one text message on my mobile from my sales manager. This was not a conversation to have in the changing room of a male sauna during a gay orgy, so I thanked Simon for the ticket, dressed, and walked to my executive saloon to return the call. Our biggest customer had contacted us with an urgent order worth several million pounds, and I sat in my vehicle, at the back of the car park, discussing the logistics with him, my brother and our director on a conference call.

We wanted to fulfil their needs to maintain our relationship, and it took an hour to agree for a way forward. As we completed our discussion, and I looked across the splash of tarmac, I noticed a familiar vehicle depart. When I got home, I downloaded the footage from my front and rear dash cams, checking that the navy BMW hatchback, with the name and logo of an estate agency on both wings, was the car I suspected.

My neighbour had attended the Horse Fair.

In the background, on the video, he left the building, crossed the car park, and got into his vehicle before driving away.

I exported a clip that showed him visiting the sauna, as I sat in my lounge, sipping an expensive brandy. Of course, I didn’t want to “out” him to his family. I remembered the difficult discussions and humiliation I felt when my wife discovered my bisexuality, as well as the hurt it caused. It was not something I wanted to do, despite his aggression towards me and my sexuality.

For a few weeks, I ignored what I knew. I had several dates on the hookup apps and met a couple of wonderful women and loads of horny, filthy men. I quite enjoyed playing the field, and the pettiness of the married family man adjacent to my property became a minor consideration.

It was after I brought back a young twink after a date that we had our next flash point. The tank top and short denim shorts were a clue to my date’s bursa escort bayan sexuality, as well as the crude message printed on his shirt. He had the biggest prick I had ever seen, and we had hours of sexual ecstasy as he stretched my hole and pounded me relentlessly three times during the night and once in the morning.

Pavel shocked my neighbour when they met in my driveway, and the homophobic parish councillor visited me that evening, “to remind me that the sort of behaviour I exhibit is not suitable for a family-friendly village.”

“Come in,” I said, opening my front door. “Let’s discuss this like adults.”

He hesitated, and when I repeated my offer, he followed me into the lounge. It took fifteen seconds for me to link my phone to the television and display the video clip. He watched the screen, aghast, as I explained what I had seen after the Horse Fair at the Sauna. In less than a minute, his expression went from arrogant to anxious.

“How long have you had this?”

“Over a month,” I replied.

“And you said nothing?”

“Not my place to discuss your sexuality with anyone.”

“But…” He started. He balled his fingers into fists as he stared at the clip, playing once more. “But… this is a decent village and…”

“And you do what I do. Don’t you? You’re bisexual or gay. This hatred of me is because you’re jealous. You want my way of life.”

He gulped, and fled my house, slamming his front door on the way out. I heard nothing more from him for two weeks until a handwritten letter on headed notepaper dropped onto my mat.

I was cordially invited to High Farm the following Tuesday at 7:30pm and I should follow the pink arrows on the track.

I dismissed the offer, screwing the note into a ball, and tossed it into a bin. But, my mind wondered. Did my homophobic neighbour wish to murder me in a remote location because I had proof of his homosexual infidelity? Was this so they could discuss the footage without being recorded or overheard? Was this even from my dreadful neighbour? The letter was on paper headed with “The Freedom Society”, but I had no idea who they were.

I dropped a message to my favourite gay smoothie maker, explaining the past two months, and sent him a copy of the clip. I was curious about the invitation but didn’t want to go without some sort of protection, and if they had nefarious intentions, I wanted someone to explain to the police what likely fate had befallen me.

Our family firm was successful because of the risks my brother and I had taken. We assessed our options and made bold decisions that often paid off. This was another such occasion where I would not take the safe, easy option. My curiosity had piqued.

I checked the map before I left and strode from my cul-de-sac onto the main road and then turned along a narrow country track until I’d walked half-a-mile and reached my destination. I strained my ears as I stepped onto their driveway and public right-of-way. A sign on the wooden fence containing the familiar yellow and black arrow denoted a byway.

After a few hundred metres, the track split, and underneath the council’s demarcation for a footpath was a small painted pink arrow, pointing to the fork away from the farm. I used the torch on my phone in the twilight and followed the course between two fields until I reached a metal gate.

On this sign, the weathered pink arrow was to my right, leading towards a barn. I heard noises inside the vast structure and tucked my smartphone in my pocket, stepping onto the track and across the compacted earth to the wide farming construction.

Light emitted through a crack in the door of the windowless property. My heart pounded as I rapped my knuckles on the wooden frame, awaiting a response.

What I didn’t expect was an almost naked stout man in his early fifties flinging open the green door and beckoning me in. “Matthew Smart?” He gruffly asked.

“Yeah. I don’t know what this is about.” He smiled, standing in front of me in calf-high muddy black wellington boots and a dark blue bobble hat. His body was covered in muscles and hair, with his tiny prick buried in his unruly bush.

“We’ll explain.”

“I’m…”

“Get in,” he snapped, as if he was a military sergeant. “I’ll freeze my nuts off out here.” I stepped inside a flickering small room, created from plasterboard and bathed in harsh LED light. They had clearly divided the barn into separate spaces. Two doors led from the back of the room, and he picked a deep tray from underneath a wooden desk against the wall. “Go in there and put your clothes in the box. Come out of the door at the end. Keep your shoes on.”

“But…”

“Don’t be a pussy, Matthew.” He snarled as he spoke, and bits of spit came from his mouth. I felt uncertain, and I slowly padded through the door marked WC.

Wooden benches on both sides of the narrow twenty foot long room, with a toilet and four shower heads at the end. Open plan and with no privacy.

I pondered running away at that point. For a minute, I sat on the bench, pondering my next course of action, but my addiction to risk drove me forwards. I removed my shirt, followed by shoes, trousers and underwear. I hadn’t come out with my wallet, and had just my front door key and my phone in my trouser pocket.

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Chapter 5

Days passed. Serena’s injury healed quickly and the bond between Henri and the sisters continued to grow. Henri was ordered to spend each day with them, from sun up to sun down. They quickly grew accustomed to his manhood, taking him with no hesitancy or pain whatsoever. No pain, only pleasure as they practiced the forbidden act over and over with him. He was surprised but he did grow familiar with the tightness and exquisite sensations, letting him last and last. He was able to prepare each woman for long periods of time before the pleasure mounted and he released his seed. They grew more skilled with oral pleasure, to bring him back to erect. Something he didn’t think was possible. And then there was Serena… she continued to desire his semen in her mouth as often as opportunity permitted. He became so used to this that she stopped asking and he automatically would feed his seed to her upon his climax. Yvonne never requested the same and he didn’t ask.

They remained in fear of the Master’s coming, especially as the days passed. They only practiced the forbidden act; their goal was preparation. Henri learned more fully the importance of lubrication, knowing it was the key to the women’s survival when the Master called. He hoped he could supply his seed to their bodies just prior to Mentula’s entrance, thinking this would give them the best chance.

The guards continued to give him orders but never gave clues to when the Master would call upon the sisters. Henri assumed they didn’t know themselves. Rumors abounded in the great hall. Young women arriving daily from other countries and were never seen again. High pitch screams echoing the structure fed these rumors. Henri wondered why they would come willingly and what would happen when they stopped.

**

The latest willing woman’s heart stopped after only the third guard. This did not stop the other seven from getting their enjoyment from her corpse, if only by sight, masturbating over the top of her and covering her splendid physique with their loads. With her body disposed of, they went back to their assignments around the great hall. No one noticed the Master was with them in his human form. No one put the familiar face of the Master together with the average man. The ring was again on a chain around his neck. He always kept it close, never without it.

After walking the defeated country’s sacred hall, the Master felt the ring warm on his chest, signifying its hunger already. The ring craved more, increasing in its wanting since he first discovered it. It was becoming insatiable. He returned to his quarters, sneaking in the hidden entrance to avoid detection by the guards in his human form. Peaking around the divider, the Master checked to see if a new woman was available to him so soon. The ring grew hot and he must obey the ring. The bed was empty. No matter, he would find his own. Removing his clothing he detached the ring from the chain and placed it, glowing, over his flaccid cock. Surging with power and an unquenchable hunger for sex, the Master left his chamber through the large double doors and headed in the direction of Henri and the Sisters. Their time had come.

**

Henri was on the precipice, just a few more thrust and he would achieve enough arousal to stimulate ejaculation. He was working hard, vigorously driving his hard, meaty cock in and out of Yvonne, his favorite. Her ass was exquisite, and he never missed an opportunity to fill it full of his steely member. She was panting, working her clitoris with a blurred hand, lying on her back with both legs high in the air. Serena, kneeling next to Yvonne, watched Henri thrust in and out, waiting impatiently for the eruption. Her eyes pleaded for Henri to climax, almost begging for the nectar Henri would soon deposit into her wanting mouth.

It wasn’t to be. Suddenly the door to the chamber opened abruptly and the Master entered. Henri, seeing him, immediately pulled out of Yvonne just prior to his climax. Diverting his eyes, he backed slowly away from the two women to an alcove. Seconds later, peeking around the stone corner, Henri took the chance to view the Master finish what he had started. Henri’s penis remained rigid, wanting greatly to release the load he had boiling in his loins. The urge only increased as he watched the Master join Yvonne and Serena. Henri was in awe of the Master’s form. He was enormous, towering over the women. His naked muscled body rippled with power and definition. The Master’s penis was immense almost twice as long and thick as Henri’s own. At the base of his shaft, Henri saw a curious gold ring tightly around the Master’s giant cock. Even from the distance he was away, Henri could see odd runes around the ring and they were shining a faint blue.

With amazement, Henri watched the long thick shaft engorge and grow erect, getting larger with each second until the Master took hold of it in one gigantic hand. With fear in her eyes, Serena approached, reaching up with both hands to grip the Master’s hard cock. Henri’s hand spontaneously went to his own throbbing member and stroked just as Serena began. Standing, Serena opened her mouth to lick the red swollen head of the Master’s cock but could not open wide enough to take him inside her mouth. Using her hands, she stroked and licked the massive shaft, sticking her tongue deep inside the inch long slit of the Master’s urethra.

The Master’s head fell back in pleasure. Henri felt pride. He had taught Serena well and hoped what she had learned would somehow save her and Yvonne. The Master grunted approval as the tongue of Serena pressed deeper into his massive slit and she stroked quickly. With her hands on either side of his shaft, she stroked the thick tool, each hand separated by over an inch, the master was so wide. The runes on the gold ring continued to glow blue as Serena stroked the massive shaft.

Envious, Henri wished he had finished before the master arrived. This was not a selfish desire only; no it was to aid Yvonne in what was to come. If Henri had reached climax he would have deposited the needed lubrication into Yvonne’s rectum in preparation for the Master, giving Serena a few spurts for good measure. Now that he had been unsuccessful, she would have to endure the Master without the helpful lubrication of Henri’s seed. Henri watched on as Serena did all she could to coat the Master’s mammoth cock with her saliva before he turned and took Yvonne.

Yvonne lay motionless with fright on the red velvet lounge. Henri could see her fear, and he could also see that she was concentrating on keeping her anal muscles open from when Henri so abruptly left. She did not want it to close fully though it would do little to ease her pain when the Master tired of Serena’s hands and mouth. Henri had taught her this, showing her the ease in which he could return to her ass if she remained partially open. The Master was much too big for it to matter but still she tried.

The time had come.

Henri could do nothing but watch. He had been sent in to prepare the women for the Master’s arrival and had possibly now failed. Without his seed, Yvonne may hemorrhage and die from the Master’s massive cock. Awestruck, Henri watched the Master pull away from Serena and kneel down on the floor beneath Yvonne. Even kneeling, his cock was much too high to enter her. Lifting the woman in one large hand, the other grasped his wet cock, bending it down to Yvonne’s quivering anus. The sheer size of the Master’s head roughly covered Yvonne’s bottom from Henri’s view as the Master came in contact with the panicked woman. Gripping Yvonne’s body tighter around the waist, the Master pressed her upon his cock as if she was a toy vagina made just for him. Yvonne cried out in pain as her ass stretched around the red bulbous head until it was forced into her anal cavity. Henri expected her to die, to be torn asunder but somehow she had survived the initial penetration, and was taking the Master further into her body. She was limp in the Master’s hand, possible unconscious, Henri could not tell from where he stood around the corner. He was still stroking his cock, unaware he was even doing it, as he was unable to turn away from the sight. Further and further the Master’s cock disappeared into Yvonne’s body until half was hidden from Henri’s view. The Master stopped, holding the limp woman still and seemingly basking in the sensations covering half of his member.

Serena moved then, still standing next to the Master, she placed both hands under his heavy balls, lifting and rolling them in her hands. The Master grunted his approval and immediately began to pull Yvonne back off his cock with just his hand. Serena moved to the half of his cock that was not in use, stroking with her hands as Yvonne was brought back on the other half. The combination seemed to please the Master. Serena sped up, stroking twice as fast as the Master moved Yvonne for several minutes. Assisting her sister more, Serena leaned over and licked and spit upon the Master’s shaft as it left Yvonne’s body while she stroked him.

Henri watched from afar the Master’s heavy testicles begin to rise, but it took quite some time. Serena was frantic, trying desperately to get the Master to climax, stroking faster and faster. Henri knew she was trying to save her sister and her mouth was drying out quickly. The longer the Master penetrated Yvonne the more damage she would suffer. It was apparent to Henri that more of the Master’s cock was entering her the closer he came to his climax. He knew not where it could be going, fearing the worst.

Already, twice the amount of time had passed from when Henri had entered the chamber to prepare the sisters this evening. The stamina of the Master was staggering. Not only was he lasting he had been holding the full weight of Yvonne in his one hand as he manually moved her body on and off of his shaft. There was no doubt in Henri’s mind why he was so feared. He could hear soft moans coming from Yvonne, she was not completely out and thankfully not dead. The ring around the Master’s shaft glowed bright blue, pulsing now, as did his shaft at the same rate almost as if they were connected.

Serena had begun to tire; sweat covered her naked body as she tried valiantly to save her sister. Her chest gasped for air, lifting her large breasts with each deep inhale. She was constantly licking the top and side of the Master’s massive cock to add as much lubrication as she could for Yvonne. Henri watched with a sort of pride at all the preparation coming to fruition.

As Henri’s reminiscing ended, he noticed Serena had a hold of the gold ring around the Master’s shaft. She was moving it with her hands up and down the slippery shaft of Mentula, all the way to where the shaft disappeared into her sister’s body. The Master seemed to enjoy this even more and from the moans of pleasure, the monster was making, he was on the verge of climax. Just as the climax arrived, Serena screamed and pulled as hard as she could on the ring, forcing her sister’s body off Mentula and pulling the ring from the long wide shaft of the Master at the same time.

Right before his eyes, Henri watched the Master’s body shrink to a normal man, and drop Yvonne onto the lounge chair. Henri recognized the guard immediately, the scrawny man who had come alone to the woman’s chamber several days ago. Henri sprang from his alcove with all the speed he could muster. As the man struggled to take the ring from Serena, Henri came from behind and snapped his neck like a twig.

Serena and Henri stood over the dead man looking at each other in shocked surprise and relief. Serena held the ring in her palm and Henri looked at it in wonder.

“The source of his power… it has to be. How did you know?”

“I didn’t.”

“Why did you remove the ring then?”

“I was just trying to save Yvonne from his seed. I knew when he was going to climax and acted.”

“Your act was our salvation, Serena,” Henri said, looking at the ring in her hand.

You take it… use it to rid our nation of the plague that has fallen upon us,” Serena said, handing it to Henri.

He took it, but only held it in his hand, looking at it curiously.

“Yvonne!” Serena screamed, remembering her sister.

This pulled Henri back to the women. The women he loved.

“I’ll live,” Yvonne said, weakly.

Henri could see the extent of the damage. She was torn severely from Mentula but Henri believed she could be stitched and eventually recover.

“I will see to my sister. You must use that ring and rally the remainder of our forces. Run the bastards out of our lands,” Serena blurted.

“I will return for you both,” Henri said, backing away from the sisters.

Both of them watched him lower the ring. It began to glow blue as it neared his semi hard shaft. As Henri placed the warm ring next to the head of his cock, it enlarged to fit his wider member. Pleasure and power surged through Henri’s body as the ring passed over his head, sliding down to the base of his penis on its own. He could have sworn his cock was literally pulled into it. Henri’s body grew before the women, filling the small chamber with his massive size. He was even larger than the previous Master was and his already large cock was colossal with the ring upon it.

Both women gasped at the size of Henri. He looked down at them from above, his head almost to the ceiling of the high chamber. He looked at his hands and body, amazed at the size and power he felt.

“This shouldn’t take long,” he said in a booming voice.

Leaving the women, he scarcely made it out of the door of their chamber. The first guard he saw thought he was the Master and saluted him. Henri took the man by the head and ripped it from his body. Every guard he saw he did the same until they began fleeing for their lives before him. Soon the call to arms was sounded and Henri was joined by soldiers from his own country. The Master’s old forces fled before him as he dashed them to pieces with his indestructible body. The carnage was great and terrible. A cheer went out over the cries of the wounded and dying. The naked form of Henri could be seen laying waste to the enemy long into the night.

**

Serena returned to the chamber with a doctor during all the chaos. The doctor assessed the damage to Yvonne’s body.

“It is not too terrible. You’ve split between your anus and your vagina. Not unlike during childbirth when the cut is made purposely. Granted this is not as clean but I can repair the injury.”

Serena held Yvonne’s hand as helped her drink strong liquor for the pain as the doctor sewed her up. It took about an hour and the cries of battle sounded throughout the land.

“Almost as good as new. You will be sore for a week or two.”

“When can I engage is intercourse again?” Yvonne asked before he left.

The doctor looked at her curiously and then to Serena. “Must be the strong drink,” Serena smiled.

“Ahh… well, my dear… I’d give yourself at least three weeks before you participate in any extracurricular activities,” he said, smiling.

He left them alone with that.

**

Arrows, spears, sword and ax bounced harmlessly off Henri’s body with the ring at the base of his penis. He was indestructible and power beyond his wildest imagination coursed through his body. Thousands of men died at his hands as he threw catapults, rocks, even bodies at the fleeing army of the old Master. Those he caught he tore asunder with his bare hands, dropping limbs along the way. His own countrymen followed him as he led them all the way to the enemy’s capitol and laid waste to all that opposed him.

Weeks later, after their surrender, he left their ruined nation and returned to his own, wanting to get back to Serena and Yvonne. Along the way, he noticed more and more women following him; keeping away but always present on the outskirts of his army. During a rest, not that he needed one but his men did, he commanded one of his soldiers to bring a woman following him to his large tent. She arrived shortly.

“Why do you follow my army?” he asked in his new booming voice, he had yet to remove the ring.

“I do not follow your army but you, Master. I follow Mentula.”

“Mentula?” he asked. “Mentula is dead.”

“No, Master, this is Mentula,” she said, walking across the tent and grabbing his flaccid huge cock.

“You seek the ring?” he asked.

“No, I seek the pleasure of Mentula,” she said actually stroking him a single time before he tore her hands from his enormous cock.

“Are you insane? Erect this would rip you to shreds,” he said pulling away from the woman.

“No, Master… I have prepared myself for Mentula.”

It started making sense to Henri after that. Those rumors of willing women coming to the Master were true. But he knew they could never prepare for something so large. The woman did not shrink away from him, only looked lovingly at his growing shaft. He felt a stirring in his loins he had not experienced before. The ring grew warm almost hot around his shaft and his desire to take this woman became unbearable. The simple touch she had imparted upon his penis had caused it to grow and soon his colossal cock was hard and throbbing before the woman as he sat in a giant chair they had taken from the defeated capitol. He knew he would kill her but the ring and the desire was overcoming his senses and decency.

“Yes, Master… Mentula craves a sheath. Let me be your first.”

Henri looked down at the beautiful woman as she began to disrobe in front of him. His enormous cock throbbed and began to drip copious amounts of clear pre-ejaculate down the shaft. She was very endowed and lovely to look upon, her red hair flowing over her shoulders. Her nipples grew erect in the cooler air as she presented herself to him. The ring pulled him forward, lifting his body off the chair toward the woman standing before him. His character and integrity were being tested to their limits. Deep down he knew she would not survive but the yearning in his loins were forcing him to ignore her imminent death.

He pulled himself back to sit again, fighting against the pull of the ring on his cock. The desire was growing and he was weakening. She was very beautiful and after the weeks of combat and slaughter, he felt an intense desire to empty his loins.

“You must leave me now!” he raised his voice. “I do not wish to join with you… you will die.”

“No, Master… I’ve prepared myself for Mentula since I came of age. See… I will prove it to you.”

The red haired woman approached him. He could do nothing to stop her for fear of letting the ring control his movements. She reached upward, above her head and began to run her hands up and down his shaft, coating his cock with his own plentiful juices. The pleasure coursed through his rod, the sensations more stimulating and powerful then he had ever recalled. The ring brightened and pulled toward the woman. Henri, using his hands tightly on the arms of the chair, held himself down. The willing woman climbed upward, using the ornamental wood until she was on an arm of the chair. Moving one leg to the other arm, she spread her legs over his enormous rod and looked up into Henri’s face. She was going to try and lower herself down onto his cock… onto Mentula!

First, she began to pleasure herself before him; running her hands over her breasts and between her legs. She opened her sex to him, sawing her hands from front to back and suddenly he saw what she was doing. She was lubricating her forbidden orifice! She had prepared for the old Master… the Master that craved anal from his followers. Henri swallowed hard, almost crushing the arms of the chair in his grip, to keep from thrusting forward and destroying the woman with his cock. She would never be able to take him inside her body, no matter what preparation she had done.

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Rachel was cooking in the kitchen, trying to decide how to ask him. It wasn’t the easiest conversation she had ever had to have, she wondered how best to breach the subject.

She had only known him four weeks, and things had been going great. He was really hot, and really sweet. It made a change from her usual choice of idiot, and she was happy for once.

She wished she could just be happy with everything, and not have to say anything, but she knew the longer she left it without saying anything, the more awkward it would get later. She just hoped he took it okay.

Rachel was looking forward to seeing him again. Already feeling her arousal grow. She lifted her short black and white checkered skirt and moved the crotch of her panties over. She pressed a finger into herself.

“God I’m wet,” she mumbled to herself. She released her panties and let her skirt drop. She sucked her finger into her mouth and tasted herself. Just the thought of what tonight might have in store was making her horny as fuck.

They had made love quite a few times now and he was a great lover. Slow and passionate. Unselfish in the act, always looking after her needs first. He had a great body and a magnificent cock. She should have been content and hated herself for not being so. She needed something else, not always, but occasionally. She had tried to push him into it, but it hadn’t worked. She hoped desperately that she would get it tonight.

“If he doesn’t get scared off,” she said to the sauce she was stirring. She jumped slightly as the doorbell rang. Turning down the hob she hurried into the hall towards the front door.

Stopping at the mirror in the hall, she fluffed up her long brown wavy hair with her fingers. Checked her makeup and adjusted her breasts, pushing them up and together in her simple white blouse. Her ample firm round breasts looked great in the tight shirt, she thought. Hopefully he’ll agree. She headed to the door and opened it.

“Hey Liam,” she said. Her green eyes instantly drew to his deep brown eyes.

“Hey Rach,” he said. He handed over some beautiful pink roses and a bottle of wine. He drunk in her pretty face. Battling not to look down at her body.

“Thank you,” Rachel said. “You know you don’t have to buy me flowers every time you come round. Not that I’m complaining.”

“I know I don’t have to,” Liam replied. “But I want to. You’re worth it.”

Rachel blushed and looked down as she moved against the wall to let him into the flat. She wasn’t great at taking compliments.

Liam went to move past her and stopped. He lifted her chin with his hand and kissed her on the lips. The other hand on her slender waist. He felt her open herself to him and they kissed deeply. Rachel’s hands held out to the side with the flowers and wine. Liam pulled back.

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.” She really is, he thought. Her long brown hair framed her perfect features. The open buttons on her shirt presented her slender neck and cleavage. This time he couldn’t help but glance.

“Get in there,” Rachel said. “We need to eat. I’m starving.” Blushing a brighter shade of red. God damn it girl, she thought. Pull it together. The ache between her legs was stronger now. She checked out his firm ass in his jeans as he walked in front of her. The toned contours of his back obvious under his tight dark green t-shirt.

“Sure,” Liam replied, smiling. “Something smells good.”

They chatted as Rachel served dinner. Liam watched her as she moved around the kitchen. He admired her body. She was tall and thin. Beautiful long legs shown off by the short length of her skirt, high on her thighs. Bare and smooth, he had to fight the urge to go up behind her and press into her as he kissed her neck.

He resisted and they ate. The talking and laughter flowed. They were good together. Some similar interests, but both still happy to listen to the other if different.

It was when they were on dessert that Rachel felt she needed to broach the subject. It was now or never. She struggled to find an opening. Scared of his reaction. Luckily Liam noticed something was bothering her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing she had gone quiet. “I haven’t said the wrong thing have I?”

“No not at all,” Rachel said quickly. “I just wanted to talk to you about something. It’s……just……..a bit awkward.”

“Okay,” Liam said cautiously. This sounded quite serious, he thought.

“Everything’s great,” she said, seeing his anguish. “There’s just something I want to ask, hoping you enjoy it too.”

“I’m listening,” he said. Not sure what to think now.

Rachel sat there thinking, Liam watching her. She couldn’t think how to say it. All scenarios she had gone through now just sounded weird.

“Oh fuck it, I’ll just come out with it,” she said. “I love rough sex. I can’t help it. The rougher the better. I’m sorry if that makes me a bit of a perv but there you go. I love it when we have sex, I really do, it’s amazing, but right now I need this. I wanted to put it all on the table now. I’ve tried to push you further but it’s not working.”

“Okay,” Liam said, thinking. “How rough?” She saw her face look puzzled. He wasn’t sure what reaction she had wanted.

“Very,” Rachel said. She hadn’t really anticipated that as the first question. “Even if I’m begging you to stop I want you to keep going.” She felt her arousal grow. She thought he would be shocked, but he didn’t seem that bothered by it.

“And where do you like it rough?” he asked. “Where on your body?” He felt his cock harden.

“Everywhere,” she replied.

“We need one rule,” he said. “I can’t tell if I’m going too far if stop doesn’t mean stop. We need a safe word. One I know will mean definitely stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Nothing will be too far,” Rachel said, she winked, and he smiled. She saw a glint in his eye and she liked it. “If it makes you more comfortable we’ll have one. You choose.”

“Something random,” Liam said. He tried to think of something really random. “How about…… Mr Potato Head.” Rachel burst out laughing.

“Okay. Good one. Definitely won’t forget that,” Rachel said, trying to be serious again. “So you okay with this.”

“Think so,” he replied. “If it brings you pleasure, I’ll try and give anything a go.”

“You might regret that statement,” Rachel said, grinning mischievously. She watched as Liam stood. Her eyes fixed on his noticeable bulge in his trousers. He walked around and stood behind her, his hands massaged her shoulders and she groaned as his warm firm hands kneaded her neck.

Liam bent down and kissed her neck. It felt good, not exactly rough so far.

“What about your desert?” Rachel said.

“Fuck desert,” Liam whispered into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me for more. I’m going to pound my cock into every hole on your body till you can’t take any more. You’re mine now, got it?” He reached down and squeezed her breast hard.

“Oh god,” Rachel gasped. This was going a lot better than she expected.

“I said, do you understand?” he said. His cock was raging in his trousers. He squeezed her breast again, harder this time.

“I understand!” Rachel said, gasping again at the squeeze and the talk. So far so good, she thought. She felt herself leak into her panties. “I’m yours. I want it in every hole. Oh god I want it.”

He roughly stood her by her arms and she squealed in surprise. He kicked the chair out of the way and shoved some dishes and cutlery across the table, spilling her white wine. He bent her over the table and pressed his hard cock against her ass. He pressed harder and she groaned.

“How much do you want it?” he said loudly. Pushing his pelvis forward again. The bulge rubbed into her thigh gap, pushing into her now desperate cunt.

“Oh my god. I want it so bad,” Rachel groaned. “I want you inside me. Please fuck me. Please.” Her panties were pulled down, and she cried out as fingers were pushed into her roughly.

“So fucking wet,” Liam said. “So ready for a pounding.” He pushed his fingers deeper, making her groan again. He felt around inside her, stretching her, exploring. He pulled his fingers out and pulled her up into him. She pressed against his body. He pushed his fingers into her mouth and she tasted herself.

“Suck them clean,” Liam said into her ear. Forcing them down her throat till she gagged. She gasped and sucked her juices off his fingers. He pushed her back down hard.

She heard him unzip his jeans and a rustling. Then she cried out loudly as the cock entered her hard. He slammed into her deeply, her bony pelvis banging into the table.

“OH FUCK!” she screamed, as it filled her.

“You fucking like that don’t you?” Liam said. Pounding into her again.

“Fuck yes!” she said. “Harder.” It felt so good. She was on the verge of cumming already. She screamed in pleasure as he thrust into her again. Then he built up speed quickly.

Liam started fucking her hard. Everytime he thrust forward she was lifted off the floor with the strength. She was lying face down on the surface of the table and crying out in pleasure. He continued to pound into her hard, her cries getting louder.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed. “I’m fucking cumming. I’m cumming.” Her legs lifted off the floor, and she gripped the table edges to stop herself sliding forward. It felt so deep inside her with every slam from his pelvis. She couldn’t stop it.

Rachel screamed as her pussy flooded with her juices. Her orgasm hit her hard and she shook violently. One of her legs stretched out shaking, the other bent as it quivered.

She was still cumming as Liam pulled suddenly out of her. His cock glistening in her juices, some dripping out of her onto the kitchen floor. Liam handled her roughly as he dragged her off the table.

“I’m still cumming,” She groaned. Her legs still weak and trembling. He ignored her and knelt her down in front of him before shoving his cock into her mouth.

“Shut up and suck your cum off my cock,” he instructed. And she did, tasting herself on the shaft. He forced himself deep and she gagged. He pulled out and her spit strung out from her mouth as she gasped for breath. He gripped her hair in his hand, holding it in a ponytail. He pushed himself back in and she groaned on his cock as he slid back down her larynx. As she gagged again he held her until she struggled for breath, then he let her up.

She took in deep gasps of air and looked up at Liam with pure lust, her eyes red and watery from the intrusion down her throat. Liam bent down over her, gripping her hair hard. He tilted her head back.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours,” he said. “Fill your throat with my cum.”

“Oh god yes,” Rachel said. She pushed two fingers inside her dripping cunt, igniting her already sensitive sexual organs.

Liam shoved his cock back inside her mouth and she took him eagerly in. He was close to cumming now. Rachel’s moans and pure want had him filled with lust. He started thrusting into her, pulling her head onto his cock.

Rachel opened her mouth and let the swollen head push in and out of her throat. The cock squelched as it hammered in, spit dribbled down her chin and over her chest. Running into her cleavage. Her fingers worked inside her, bringing her close to another orgasm.

“Drink my cum,” Liam groaned. “Take it all my little cum slut.” He thrust forward and held her head as he unloaded a large explosion of cum straight down her throat.

It slid down Rachel’s throat and she swallowed it down, but it was too much. She gagged and coughed. Cum was forced upwards and had nowhere to go apart from out of her nose. She pulled back and Liam released her, his cock still emptying his load. Cum slopped out of her mouth and down her chin as she coughed. Liam sprayed his last few squirts into her face.

“Fuck,” Liam said. “You okay?”

Rachel smiled up at him. She couldn’t have been more wrong about the man in front of her. This was going to be a good night. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and used the same hand to wipe the cum off her chin. She sucked her fingers into her mouth, tasting their mixed secretions.

Liam was worried that he had gone too far, but when he saw her smile he hid the one that nearly crossed his face. She really did like it rough, he thought. He decided he better not disappoint. He bent down and kissed her deeply, tasting himself and her in her mouth. He wasn’t one to be offended by the taste of his own cum.

“It’s not over yet,” he said. He roughly dragged her up and lifted her onto his shoulder. Rachel screamed in surprise. He carried her to the sofa and threw her down onto her back. He roughly pulled her skirt off and threw it on the floor. He pulled her top off and bra, he squeezed her firm breasts hard making her groan.

Rachel gasped as he suddenly pulled her legs open wide, pushing fingers in roughly. He went deep and pushed hard against the inside of her stomach.

“So fucking wet you dirty slut,” Liam said, leaning over her. “Let’s see how wet I get you.” He pressed hard into her insides, rubbing roughly, his fingers banging into her. His hand moved fast.

“Holy fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rachel groaned. “Oh god no.” The pleasure tore through her and she squeezed her breasts hard. It was almost too much. His fingers squelching in and out of her. An orgasm building quickly, but not like anything she had experienced before. It felt like she was going to implode.

He pushed his fingers deeper. He watched her writhe and squirm on his fingers, her juices running out of her. It was so hot, his cock rock solid again.

It felt so amazing as his fingers worked inside her, but it was also too intense. She was close to saying Mr Potato Head. She was close now though and she couldn’t stop herself.

“Cum for me,” Liam said. “So wet. So desperate.”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Rachel screamed. Liam pulled his fingers out just as she started shaking. A jet of cum shot out of her, arching through the air. She squirted hard. He rubbed at her pussy with his whole hand, spraying her everywhere as she continued to scream. She gripped his hand to stop him and he pushed three fingers back inside her, holding her tight as she continued to squirt into his palm. Her opening contracting on his fingers.

Rachel shook violently for some time, making garbled noises. She couldn’t think straight. She felt her legs being pushed back and stretched wide open. Before she could say no, it was too soon, Liam’s cock rammed into her, filling her insides completely. She screamed again.

He pushed down on her legs, pushing them up round her shoulders, allowing him to slide deep inside her, feeling his top hit her cervix.

“Oh fuck,” Rachel groaned, her legs stiffened, still shaking. “So fucking deep. Fuck me please. Fuck me hard.”

“Oh I will,” Liam said, sliding out and then pushing back in hard, Rachel cried out. “You’ll be begging me to stop, soon enough.” He started slow and deep at first and then picked up speed. He started grunting as he banged down into her hard, forcing her into the sofa cushions with each thrust.

“Choke me,” Rachel begged, between moans. “Choke your dirty slut.” She was lost now, consumed by pure lust. It felt so good inside her. She wanted it inside somewhere else, not quite yet, but soon. She needed it.

Choking was pushing Liam’s zone of comfort, but he too was too aroused. He gripped her neck and squeezed.

Rachel moaned loudly as the hand squeezed her slender neck. The shaft of the cock sliding in and out. She was going to cum again. And she did. And hard. Her legs going rigid and shaking. Her pussy flooded again.

“Fuck!” Liam said, bending down close to her ear. “You really are a dirty little slut. Cumming again so soon. You fucking love it so hard in your wet cunt.” He was still ramming hard into her as she orgasmed. “What about that tight asshole of yours, how much do you want my big cock up that ass?” He thought he might be pushing his luck, but she said anything goes.

“Oh fuck. Yes please,” Rachel groaned. “Put it in my ass.”

Liam couldn’t have moved quicker. He pulled out of her dripping cunt and flipped her over so she was lying on her front, lengthways on the sofa. He pulled one of her legs out and shoved his face between her ass cheeks, burying his tongue into her asshole.

Rachel yelped at the pleasure of his tongue. She felt him probing just inside her. Spitting in her and lubing her up. She felt his finger slide in easily. She moaned. More spit was applied, another finger inserted, stretching her open.

She groaned as the fingers came out and groaned again as Liam pressed his body on top of her. She felt him manoeuvring the tip of his cock against her asshole. She shook in anticipation, in excitement.

“Put it in me. Please fuck my ass,” Rachel begged. She then groaned as Liam applied pressure, her opening stretching around the tip of his penis. His rock hard cock slowly slid into her until he felt some resistance. He held it there.

“Beg for it,” Liam said. “Beg for my cock in your tight ass. How much do you want it.” He thrust forward slightly, stretching her wide, but still not breaking through.

“I want it so much,” Rachel moaned. “Fuck my ass. Please put it inside me. I want to feel it deep up my ass.”

Liam thrust into her, breaking through the resistance and ramming his cock deep. Rachel screamed, gripping the sheets hard. The initial pain turned to pleasure quickly as the cock went deep inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

Liam started to slowly thrust into her, bringing his cock nearly all the way out before pushing back in. He slowly built up speed as Rachel’s moans got louder and louder.

Rachel couldn’t talk now, the pleasure was too much. She just managed garbled moans. The cock felt so good inside her, filling her anal cavity completely. She was going to cum again, and soon.

Liam started thrusting hard into her. Using his body weight to force himself deep inside her. Rachel screamed in pleasure with every thrust. It was too much for him. The tight asshole, the hot body underneath him, and the screams were pushing him to the brink of climax.

He held on for as long as he could, not wanting it to end, but it was a lost cause. It was just too much. His groans got louder.

“Cum in me,” Rachel managed between cries of ecstasy. She could hear how close he was.

Liam groaned loudly and ejaculated deep inside Rachel. He thrust hard with each squirt of his cum, his cock spasming in her anal cavity.

Rachel gave one long scream as she orgasmed hard. Again. Her body shook violently beneath Liam. She groaned as pleasure tore through her body.

Liam pressed into her, letting all his cum fill her tight asshole. The opening squeezed his shaft as it tensed and relaxed during Rachel’s orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” Rachel managed, after a while. “God, that was amazing.” She still lay under Liam, his cock now spent, slowly softened inside her. She felt Liam’s kisses on her neck. He moved in close to her ear.

“That was amazing,” he replied. “How did I do with the rough stuff?”

“You’ll do,” Rachel replied. She smiled broadly. He had definitely passed the test.

The End.

Thank you for reading.

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Cathy worried about her daughter Melanie who just was eighteen years old. It made Cathy think back of her own teenage years when she was as an ugly ducking growing up in Ohio. Only in her late teens she suddenly bloomed into a beautiful swan. Unfortunately being a blooming beauty, combined with her youthful inexperience, soon made her a single mother. Fortunately she received great support from her parents, Bob and Carol.

The young mother created quite a career for herself, working hard to become a model. When one of her friends tried to get accepted as a centerfold by using her photograph, it resulted in Cathy becoming a centerfold herself. She was so successful she was elected Centerfold of the Year. In the meantime the ravishing blonde made sure Melanie wouldn’t fall in the same trap as herself. From the time she was a little girl, Cathy let Melanie have ballet lessons. The early start made it easy to continue the lessons during her teen years. Although Cathy tried to keep Melanie away from boys inevitably the effects of hormones took over. Two months after Melanie entered the cheerleader squad of one of the high school football teams she proudly presented her boyfriend, a local star, the quarterback of Ohio State University.

When Cathy saw Tony for the first time, it was like déjà vu: his height (he was 6 feet 3) as well as his good looks. Complementing his naturally athletic build was a crown of collar-length blond hair and green eyes that held a mysterious quality guaranteed to mesmerize the most reluctant female. He had an attractive face with a square jaw line and an enigmatic smile that hinted he was much more mature than his age. Although not even thirty he seemed he knew just how to get what he wanted. Cathy remembered a similar man from her past. It was Mel all over again. How long had it taken him to kiss her? Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? How long did it take him to fondle her breasts on their first date? One hour? Two hours? And how long did it take him to bed her? Cathy almost blushed. What an innocent girl she had been then, what an easy conquest… Three months later Mel had her pregnant. Another two months and he was gone, to the NFL, making money. She saw his pictures, surrounded by other girls, in Sports Illustrated, People and other magazines she read in the waiting rooms of her obstetrician.

Over the years Cathy had developed a great relationship with her daughter, even when she had her career as a Centerfold. They seemed more like two close friends than mother and daughter. However, Cathy’s protective motherly instincts came to full alert when she now realized her young was in danger. Tony was much too old for her. He was a dangerous man. Cathy did a good job in hiding her worries and weaving a subtle network of activities. Melanie and her hunk never had the chance to be alone together for more than an hour. Ballet lessons, visiting grandma, shopping sprees with mom, regular studies, all these were keeping Melanie quite busy. Tony did seem to notice Cathy’s obstructions and she caught him a couple of times checking her out.

It took one month before Tony called to invite Cathy to meet him in the city for lunch. When he rose from his chair to greet her, Cathy noticed again how handsome he looked; his athletic body, the angle of his jaw, those green eyes. He looked much older than his age of twenty-six. She guessed he would have a great dick and from experience she knew her guess used to be right. Quickly she suppressed her X-rated thoughts. After the usual small talk the conversation inevitably shifted to Melanie.

“You have a beautiful and sweet daughter, Mrs. Shaw.”

Cathy decided to skip further small talk. “What do you want from her, Tony?” she said “Do you just want to have sex? That’s it, isn’t it?”

He looked startled, almost amused.

“Actually, Mrs. Shaw… It’s not Melanie I want, … I want you!”

Cathy looked him straight in the face. He smiled and looked at her with those green eyes of his. This was not the reaction she had prepared for.

“Look, Tony, I don’t like what I hear. You can’t be serious!”

“Sure I am, I was really impressed by you pictorial, in fact I still am. Do you know I voted for you to be the Centerfold of the Year?”

“This is ridiculous, why are you pursuing Melanie?”

“You look so alike, like mother, like daughter. You’re almost like two sisters and I much prefer the older sister!”

“Look Tony. I am not going to date my daughter’s boyfriend. Your infatuation with me will go nowhere, and you know it. This conversation is ended!” Resolutely Cathy left the restaurant. She had never heard anything more ridiculous and embarrassing in her life. The man even had the nerve to look at her legs when she walked away! She was glad she stopped this nonsense right from the start.

A week later a blushing Melanie confided to her mother that she had tender feelings for Tony. He was invited by the Seahawks to visit their facilities in Seattle and talk about escort bursa a contract. He could take his wife or girlfriend with him. The information switched on all Cathy’s alarms. She had enough control to show interest and offer the support to be expected from a good mother. Inside however, she was furious Tony didn’t give up. She called him to have a second meeting.

“What is this Seattle thing supposed to mean?”

“If I can’t date you, I can at least date her!

“This isn’t a date, you just want to fuck her. Do you know she is a virgin?”

“I don’t want to fuck her, I rather like to fuck you… I am sorry, that sounds awful.”

“It is awful!”

“I mean, I am not eager to fuck young girls, I rather have an adult woman… it’s considered perfectly all right now for a woman to take a much younger lover. Look, Mrs. Shaw, you are a wonderfully looking MILF, you cannot blame me to want you!

“What do you mean by MILF?”

“Didn’t you see the movie American Pie?”

“No, I missed it, tell me about it.”

“MILF is an abbreviation of ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’

Cathy concluded the guy obviously had a problem. As a single woman she seldom found what she really needed. Many times she had seen male eyes travel slowly up from her slender ankles to the graceful curves of her calves, then up again to the smooth-skinned and long thighs, the prominent buttocks and trim waist. But then she had seen them turn away, concluding this centerfold beauty was beyond their league. Now she had to deal with this impertinent fool who kept staring at her with those damn eyes.

He has seen me nude already. Cathy almost panicked. The Centerfold of the Year pictorial had been quite daring and revealing. Some of those pictures even had shown her intimate slit. Tastefully of course, and details brushed away, but nevertheless… Unconcerned he was looking at her legs again. Cathy felt almost naked under his stare and she felt getting all hot when she followed his eyes to her crotch.

“Stop looking at my legs! If you bother us again, I will go straight to the police.”

Even as she rose and left, Cathy knew her threat was mute. Melanie was over eighteen, legally adult and publicity would be the last thing she wanted. At breakfast the following morning an upbeat Melanie told her she Tony had asked her to accompany him to Seattle, the following weekend. It was all Cathy needed to hear. She dialed his cell.

“Where and when?” she asked when she heard his voice.

“The dining room of the MetroLux Hotel, 7 pm and Mrs. Shaw… could you wear the black lingerie you used in your pictorial, please…”

Cathy slammed the phone down.

The MetroLux was the best hotel in downtown, a carefully restored building dating from the end of the 19th century. Tony had made a reservation for a private dining room.

“He is quite sophisticated for a young man.” Cathy thought. However, she was pleased the chance one of Melanie’s friends would see them together, would be minimal. She had chosen a simple black high collared evening dress. The last thing she wanted was to excite him.

“I forbid you to take Melanie with you to Seattle. I did some research and found out you will share bedrooms with the girls you take with you.” Cathy blurted out the moment the waiter had served their drinks and taken their orders.

“You are unreasonable, Mrs. Shaw. Melanie is an adult, beautiful young woman. I am a man and I have my needs. We like to have some fun together. It is considered healthy to release sexual tensions, to enjoy each other! How has your love life been lately?”

“Watch it, Tony! My love life is none of your business and you are talking about having fun with my daughter! You are talking about bedding my little girl…! If you are feeling horny, don’t use my daughter…!”

“But it’s you I want, you are looking amazing tonight. Ever since I saw your Centerfold of the Year pictorial, years ago, I dreamt about you. When I’m looking at Melanie, I am only seeing you. When I’m kissing her I feel like kissing you. I need to make love to her, unless you can suggest an alternative…”

Cathy swallowed before she expressed her indignation.

“You bastard!” She hissed.

Again the waiter interrupted them, this time bringing them their entrees. Only after he had taken their dessert orders, could Cathy continue to express her indignation.

“Read my lips: leave Melanie alone. If you feel horny, just find another woman…!”

“I don’t want just another woman! I never would be able to make out with a stripper or a call girl. I only want you!”

“You’re really crazy…”

Cathy realized she slipped into repetitions. The past week she was tormented by sleepless nights with wild wicked dreams. She started feeling less convincing. This guy was hopeless. Cathy had some stalkers in the past, but they always were kept quite a distance from her. This was close, much too close for comfort. To bursa escort make things worse Tony seemed to sense her waning outrage. He remained remarkably quiet and even confidently took her hand between his.

“You are so beautiful and sexy, Mrs. Shaw… Come on, I’m not too bad looking, give me a chance.”

Cathy felt a shiver creeping up her spine. This was getting dangerous. This guy really could soften a girl up. His hands seem to exude some electrical current. Melanie wouldn’t stand any chance against him.

“You ‘re just a creep, looking at tits and ass in girlie magazines. You should be ashamed.”

Cathy had the feeling she had regained control after her jiff of weakness.

“Mrs. Shaw, I didn’t just look at your tits and ass, I mean yours are beautiful, but most of all I looked at your face. The first picture of your pictorial… your lips, they are beautiful!”

Cathy felt flattered, the first picture happened to be her favorite too. She also felt excitement creeping up. The guy was impossible, but he was undeniably cute in some way and he showed a combination of maturity, confidence and determination. Cathy found it more and more difficult to resist his charms. For a last time their conversation was interrupted by the waiter.

“Your check, sir… any time you’re ready.” He disappeared discretely.

When Tony reached over to take the check Cathy felt the back of his hand accidentally rubbing against her knee. It gave her the creeps. She was relieved they would leave. Suddenly Tony took her hands again. When he turned to her she saw his gaze moving to her lips.

“I love the little grooves in your lips… “

He hesitated, obviously wanting to ask her something.

“What do you want, tell me!”

He smiled and looked at her.

“Could you go down on me and suck my cock?”

Cathy lashed out wide to slap him right in the face, but he gripped her wrist in a flash. She was fuming in rage.

“You filthy bastard, what in the world made you think I would do anything like that?”

He firmly held her wrists.

“Please, please… come down, Mrs. Shaw. I had some drinks with Mel, last month, he told me about the days you had with him. He told me everything!

Cathy suddenly felt paralyzed. Tony knew… Memories of the past feverishly whirled through her mind. Mel was the man who discovered and unfolded her submissive nature. He had enjoyed and exploited her body time after time, always finding new ways to subdue her and humiliate her, to lure her into raw, nasty sex. Suddenly he was gone but even then she never really could hate him. She named their daughter after him, keeping a living memory of al those nights she sobbed and convulsed in peaks of ecstasy. Cathy never guessed he would kiss and tell. Now another man knew her secret. Those quarterbacks were like old ladies, blabbering around about their conquests when they were hanging out together.

Tony’s eyes still were locked in hers. She noticed again they were green and they were hungry. Cathy felt her anger drain away. Gradually she felt excitement building in her. It started minutes ago, and now it was there, centered right in her groin. She thought of the way Mel had dominated her. Without a word she slipped down from her seat and dropped on all fours. Light filtered through the tablecloth so she effortlessly noticed how his erection pressed against the front of his trousers. She hesitated for a moment but then decidedly slid his zipper down until his trousers opened. She became aware of his fingers in her hair. When she leaned closer, she inhaled his scent. He smelled musky, sweaty and male. His cock was hot, alive and powerful touching her cheek for just a second. It felt like warm velvet over solid steel. Excitement rushed through her body when she felt his penis swelling in her hand. Then her head dropped forward when she took his plum into her mouth.

She ran her tongue around the bulb of his silky-smooth knob, down to the full length of his penis, savoring the masculine taste of him. With one hand under his scrotum, she slid her tongue back up and down his shaft before she wrapped her lips around his swollen tip. It was a long time ago she handled such a beautiful cock. Easing his balls out of his trousers she gazed at the hairy bags as his spheres rolled and heaved in her hands. She watched his balls move within the thin bag of his scrotum as he gasped in his male pleasure. She continued to slip him in and out of her mouth slowly, till her lips moved down, down to the vary base…

Tony was going to come in her mouth. She knew as he clutched her head. My daughter’s friend is going to cum in my mouth. The utter decadence of the situation made her shiver. His sperm gushed in to her mouth, the salty liquid bathing her tongue, filling her cheeks as his cock rhythmically twitched. She wallowed hard, taking care the fluid wouldn’t seep over her lips.

“That was wonderful!” he said when she resumed bursa merkez escort bayan her seat next to him. “Let’s proceed to the bedroom, I made a reservation for a nice suite.”

“I will do no such a thing, enough is enough!”

“If you don’t want to sleep with me I will get you a taxi right away but I prefer you would come with me upstairs. I am looking forward bringing a defiant women to submission!”

She noticed a distinct change in his demeanor, the success of his forward approach having unleashed his dominating side. His acquired knowledge how to handle her definitively gave him all the self-confidence he needed. All of a sudden Cathy was aware of tingling warmth in the pit of her stomach. She felt a deep visceral need, blatantly sexual, centered right in her groin. How she longed for the blistering orgasm she so long had dreamt about but had never achieved since Mel.

They rode the elevator in a hurry. As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Tony pulled her against him. She felt his huge cock through his trousers.

“Bend over!”

He lifted her skirt and ripped her thong straps apart, casually yanking the tiny gusset from her open lips. Cathy knew her sex would be open and dripping. Her bottom cheeks were shamelessly exposed.

“Your cunt is mine, Mrs. Shaw.” His voice sounded assured and arrogant.

“Don’t call me Mrs. Shaw.”

“OK, then I call you Cathy, my slut! You will be a slut for me, won’t you?”

“No, oh no…” She felt his finger exploring her intimidate folds, deliberately touching her clit slightly. Not too much, just enough to make her rut. Her back arched, allowing him even easier entrance.

“O, yes you will! I love those single mothers with their dripping cunts! They are the most desperate, begging and crawling to be fucked.”

“No, no, nooo….”

“I bet you will! In a minute you will drop on your knees and start sucking my cock again. Don’t worry, I will fuck your brains out till you can’t have anymore and cry for mercy.”

“Never, never!”

The moment she let the words escaped her mouth Cathy knew her defeat would be inevitable. The urge to submit and experience the humiliation of total surrender overpowered her, a craving for the bittersweet delight of ultimate defeat. His fingers relentlessly intensified her excitement. She dropped to her knees working feverishly on his trousers. Almost frantically she opened his belt and finally pulled down his pants. In the light of the bedroom for the first time she could admire his athletic body in its full glory. She looked in awe at what her hands held. The massive plum colored helmet and its shaft thrust up from a thick hatch of hair. Thick blue veins were coiling themselves around a majestic column of rock-hard flesh. Her fingers could hardly encircle it and the slit was already exuding pearls of pre-cum. It was far the biggest member she had ever encountered.

“Ohmigod!” she murmured. Excitement was churning her insides at the thought of this monster splitting her nether lips, spearing up in her cunt. Suddenly his hand clenched hard in the wealth of her blonde hair and her head was wrenched back so that she had to stare up into his eyes.

“Now you will beg for it, like a good slut… won’t you?”

“Yes, fuck me… please, fuck me!” She whispered.

“Good girl!”

Cathy didn’t make romantic love like a good Centerfold should; she just jumped into his arms. With him standing she started riding him like in her earlier, wild years. His hands delved deep in her cheeks while he mercilessly impaled her on his upright phallus. The way his member stretched her inside was beyond anything she had experienced before. It brought her to an earth shattering, blinding orgasm.

Having experienced an orgasm earlier that night, Tony didn’t have his second orgasm yet. When she had finished writhing and moaning he lifted her off and unceremoniously threw her hard down on the bed, on her back. She felt the weight of his muscular body pinning her down. In two movements he hooked her knees in front of his shoulders, spreading her wide open, her sex, oozing the juice of her heat. His weight crushed her, his hot rod pistoning in and out her contracting channel. Inch by inch, with each thrust, she was stretched further. She groaned at the remorseless way he treated her, pinning her knees down to the mattress with her face in between, her hips bucking up at him urgently, greedy for another blistering orgasm she had missed for so many years.

When he finally started those long, intense, pelvis-slapping thrusts, she clenched every internal muscle around his flesh, determined to milk every drop from his dancing balls. As the world exploded in her head she heard herself screaming in ecstasy. He rewarded her with hot jets of sperm overfilling her cunt. When they savored the aftermath of their pleasure, she felt the wealth of his emission slowly trickling along her thighs. Cathy’s hand moved down across his muscular chest to his flat stomach and found his pubic hair and the cylinder of his semi-erect penis. It was neatly decorated by grayish layers of slime. She cupped the glorious balls and juggled them gently, the stroked the penis itself. It hardened under her touch, growing under her greedy eyes.

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This story immediately follows the events of the first chapter and will make numerous references to it. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven’t already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.

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Thursday. David had asked if he could pick up the camera on Thursday, which gave Mandy two days to prepare. The important pictures are already there, she thought to herself. I just need to take some filler photos so that they won’t seem too conspicuous.

It was finally going to happen. It had been almost six weeks since she almost accidentally lent David a memory card containing intimate photographs of herself, and so much had changed since then.

The accident had awoken a fantasy deep within Mandy—the desire to lose control, to be vulnerable and powerless, and to “accidentally” expose herself to others. She had an uncontrollable yearning to fulfill her fantasy, but she had chickened out two weeks ago when she had gotten a chance to repeat the scenario with Jacob. She would not let her cowardice get in the way again. Not this time. These photos had been taken specifically for this purpose, and that photo shoot had been an unexpected adventure unto itself.

Mandy still wasn’t sure if anyone had seen her that night, but she had inadvertently discovered another outlet for her imagination. Since that night of accidental exhibition, she had intentionally left the curtains open a couple times while changing. However, she hadn’t done anything nearly as daring as the events of last week…

With two days to fill her memory card with pointless photos, Mandy decided to take her camera around campus. It was a warm spring day, and as an amateur photographer, Mandy had no trouble finding subjects to snap. She wasn’t trying particularly hard, and a few images of trees and flowers would suffice for her purpose. She also brought the camera to her biology class and photographed her friends during the mid-class break.

As was their custom during the breaks, Mandy’s study group hung out in the main lobby of the lecture hall. Several of her closest friends were in the class, including Sarah, whom Mandy had known since middle school. The two girls had been roommates in their frosh year, but this year, Sarah had chosen to get a single room, leaving Mandy to share a double with a stranger. It worked out for the best, because that is how Mandy and Megan had met. Still, Mandy sometimes missed living with her childhood friend.

The rest of the study group was made up of Mandy and Sarah’s mutual friends, David, Jacob, Mike, Stephanie, and Miri. The group was accustomed to Mandy’s love of photography, so it was nothing out of the ordinary for her to bring her camera to class.

“Let me take a picture of you and Sarah,” Mike offered after Mandy had photographed him and Stephanie.

Mandy hesitated. The camera in her hand contained naked photos of herself—photos of her writhing on her bed, finger fucking herself, and licking her own juices. The most personal photographs she had ever taken were on that camera at this very moment, and her heart skipped a beat as her male friend asked her to hand it over…

…but she did hand it over. She watched intently as Mike lifted the camera and pointed. Her eyes were locked on his hands. She tried to act normal, posing for the photo with her close friend, but she could not concentrate. Mike was only a few button presses away from seeing photographic evidence of Mandy’s most private moments, from seeing his friend and classmate naked and degrading herself in the comfort of her own bed. If only he knew.

The flash blinded her, and she was brought back to reality. The camera passed around the group several more times as friends took pictures with one another and goofed off like they normally did.

“Can I get a copy of those pictures when you get a chance?” Sarah asked politely. David and Miri asked if she could do the same for them, and the others gradually agreed.

“Sure, no problem,” Mandy replied. “I’ll upload them and send them sometime soon.” Hmm, that gives me an idea. “David, you can just download them off the memory card when you borrow the camera, right?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

She tried to hide her grin as her plans came together. “Okay, cool. I forget what else is on the card. I haven’t cleared it in months. I think those pub crawl pictures from last term might be on there, but I forget,” she lied. She had removed those images weeks ago. “Just go through there and see if there’s anything you want.” The double meaning was a joke that only she could get, but that was okay. He will definitely look through the pictures now, and I can play dumb if he says anything. I just wish I could be there when he finds the gift I’ve left for him.

The break was just about over, so the students gathered their things and headed back towards class.

That night, Mandy kuşadası escort was sitting around her dorm room with Jacob, Megan, and Megan’s boyfriend, Alex. Mandy had actually known Alex ever since they went to elementary school together, and for the most part, she did not like him—a fact she kept from Megan.

Even as a child, he acted like a spoiled brat. When he grew up, he became an arrogant pervert, and he treated other people like shit. He constantly objectified women, and his jokes and derogatory comments often left Mandy and Sarah feeling uncomfortable. He was a relatively handsome man, tall and fit, with dark hair, and well groomed, but Mandy had known him long enough to see through his appearance.

Up until recently, the last time she had spoken to him had been at their high school prom. He had bumped into her on the dance floor and looked her over approvingly. “Hey, Mandy! You’re looking pretty hot tonight!” He had shouted over the music with a drunken slur. “I’ll have to keep an eye out for you tonight at the after party. After you’ve had a few drinks, I bet that dress will slip right off!”

Needless to say, she had steered clear of him at the party and had even gotten a friend to keep watch over her. Mandy had been so happy that she would never have to see him again after that night…until two months ago when Megan brought her new boyfriend home. The shock had been like a punch to the gut.

What could Megan possibly see in him? She was so incredibly out of his league. At 5’6″, 140 lbs., and with enormous 36D breasts, Megan was a bombshell. She had light blue eyes, perfect cheek bones, and layered auburn hair that just barely reached her shoulders. She looked like a model, even on a bad day. When Mandy first met her after they had been assigned a room together, she had been jealous. Now she wondered how Alex had ever managed to get with a girl like her.

She didn’t know him in high school. She doesn’t realize what a jerk he is yet, but she will eventually see it. She has too. Mandy had tried to broach the subject a couple of times, but it was no use. Nobody likes being told that they’re dating a jerk, whether it’s true or not. Mandy decided to hold her tongue and just wait it out. She would simply have to try and avoid him as much as possible.

Unfortunately, tonight he was unavoidable. When Mandy came back to the dorm room from dinner, Megan and Alex were making out on Megan’s bed. Megan insisted that they stop with Mandy there, though Alex didn’t see the need. In order to quell the awkwardness, Mandy quickly texted Jacob and invited him up to visit. Once he arrived, the four of them sat around, talking about movies, sports, and classes. Mandy learned that Alex was enrolled in the business program at her school, not that she particularly cared. She also learned that he was still close friends with Tom and Nick, a couple of other assholes from high school that she would have sooner forgotten.

Around midnight, Jacob got up to leave, explaining that he had class in the morning. After he left, Alex whispered something into Megan’s ear. Her eyes opened wide and she playfully hit him on the shoulder, laughing. “No! We’re not going to do it with her in the room.”

Alex seemed visibly annoyed by her response. He did a poor job of keeping his disappointment to himself, and Mandy could clearly read the frustration in his face. He declared that he might as well go home then, grabbed his bag, and left after a cold “goodbye.”

What a child. How can she not see that he is a dick? The two girls talked for a bit longer and soon went to bed. Tomorrow would be a big day for Mandy, and she didn’t expect to get much sleep.

Several times throughout the night, she quietly touched herself under the safety of her sheets while Megan snored loudly. You’ve become such a slutty girl, she told herself as she licked one of her fingers clean—something she had never done before last week. Is there anything you won’t do?

That last question gave her a devilish idea. At night, Mandy usually slept in just a pair of panties and a loose fitting t-shirt. Tonight was no different. She looked over at Megan to make sure she was still in a deep sleep. Underneath her sheets, Mandy tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slipped them down her thighs. Carefully, she pushed them down, past her knees, until they rested around her ankles. She removed them completely, held them out alongside her bed, and let them drop to the floor. Next, she reached back under the sheets and hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt. The material slipped up over her tummy, along her breasts, and across her shoulders. The shirt found its place on the floor along with her panties.

Mandy paused again to examine Megan. Her snoring had subsided and she was now breathing lightly. Mandy softened her voice into the lowest audible whisper that she could. “Megan? Are you awake?”

The only response was soft breathing. Butterflies filled her tummy as Mandy slowly pulled her sheet down, exposing her naked body to the darkness of the room. She felt the light friction of the material sliding along her swollen nipples until the sheets fell away and she felt cool air on her breasts. Still, the sheet kept sliding, along her stomach, past her smoothly shaven lips, down her thighs, until she could lightly kick it aside with her foot. The two girls frequently changed together, but they rarely stripped down past their underwear. As far as she could remember, this was the first time that Mandy had been completely naked in the same room as Megan.

She slipped out of bed and moved silently towards the window.

A few people were still walking around campus, appearing and disappearing into the darkness as they passed under streetlights along the walkways. In the boys’ dorm across the courtyard, several rooms were still lit. In a couple windows, Mandy could see the silhouettes of students sitting at desks. She leaned forward until her nipples made contact with the window. The cold glass sent a chill through her body, but she made no effort to move away. She knew that it was unlikely that anyone would see her in the dark, but the risk of standing so close to the window was exciting nonetheless. It was a strange sensation to watch people going about their lives while standing in the nude.

Mandy turned away from the window and looked over towards Megan. Her roommate was lying on her back with her sheets pulled down to her waist. She was wearing a grey tank top, and her huge breasts stood out prominently as they rose and fell with each breath. In the faint light from the window, Mandy examined the ample cleavage that showed through her deep neckline. She could just barely make out where Megan’s nipples poked against the fabric.

I wonder what they look like, she wondered. The thought caught her off-guard. Although she had been occasionally curious about what it would be like to be with another woman, she had never really looked at another women as a sexual object…

What the fuck am I doing? She stepped back. She’s my friend and my roommate.

She snuck back towards her bed, but she could not take her eyes off the sleeping beauty. Once again giving into temptation, she pleasured herself then and there, naked on her own bed, no more than six feet away from Megan. As she approached her climax, Mandy rolled over onto her stomach and muffled her moans into a pillow.

Exhausted, she immediately fell asleep.

In her dream, Mandy was at her biology class, surrounded by her classmates. Everybody was talking about their most recent assignment, but Mandy was afraid because she hadn’t finished it. She knew her professor would be disappointed if he found out, so she tried to hide in the back of the classroom. Despite her efforts, everyone was staring at her.

Looking down, she was shocked to learn that she was wearing only a towel. She turned back up towards her classmates, who were all cramped into her tiny dorm room. I didn’t invite you guys here. It must have been Megan. It’s too crowded in here, and I’m going to be in trouble. She wanted to tell them that they had to leave, but her voice was gone.

Looking back towards the window and over the courtyard, Mandy had a wicked thought. With her back to her classmates, she loosened the towel. Pretend you didn’t see them or they’ll think you’re a slut. Eyes followed her everywhere. From across the courtyard, her friends watched her from the windows of the boys’ dormitory. As the towel dropped to the floor, cameras flashed all around her.

I have to get to the shower. I’m going to be late for class. Hands forcefully grabbed at her bare buttocks and would not allow her to move. She struggled, but it was no use. The more I show them, the more they want. A stream of hot water poured over her naked body as Mandy suddenly found herself in the shower. She could still feel her classmates’ hands, but she didn’t see them anywhere. Am I still being watched? It didn’t really matter—they had already seen everything.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as the hands roamed across her entire body, soaping and scrubbing her head to toe before finally merging into a single pair. She opened her eyes and found Megan in the shower with her, naked. Megan stood behind Mandy with her arms around her body and her hands gently caressing Mandy’s breasts. She is so beautiful. The two naked girls embraced as the room filled with a fury of camera flashes. I want to kiss her and I don’t care who sees it. But as her lips touched her roommate, Mandy was flung onto her bed.

After you’ve had a few drinks, I bet that dress will slip right off… A voice echoed in her head. She got to her knees and looked up at Alex standing above her. She tried to get up but he pushed her down. She tried a second time, and he pushed her again. Why is he so mean to me? But she knew exactly what he wanted. She reached up and unbuckled his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock. She took him into her mouth and sucked him in shame while her classmates looked on.

Suddenly, he pushed her down onto the bed again. She tried to get up but a myriad of hands held her down. No, please don’t. But her voice was nowhere to be found…or perhaps the words were a lie. She wiggled to escape, but the hands would not let go. They knew. They all knew. She thrashed and fought, but the hands held her steady as Alex forced himself inside of her, and she could feel his cum filling her womanhood. The only sound to pass her lips was a cry of pleasure. They all know.

She woke suddenly. What the fuck was that?!

Her head was flooded with emotions and her sheets were soaked with sweat. As she tried to shake the disturbing thoughts from her mind, the morning sunlight peeked through the curtains and onto her glistening skin. I’m naked. She looked over at her shirt and panties, strewn across the floor, and the events of last night came back to her. She looked over towards Megan’s empty bed, neatly made, and panic set in. Oh shit, did she see me lying here naked or was I under the sheets? Ugh, this could get really awkward when she gets home from class.

However, the panic soon gave way to anxious excitement. It reminded her of last week’s photo shoot, when she had realized that she had left the curtains open. The uncertainty of whether she had been seen, whether she had been exposed, brought a smirk to her face as she got out of bed.

She had been living with Megan for almost seven months, and never until last night had she ever thought of her sexually. But now she remembered the way that Megan’s top had clung to her body as she slept. Mandy tried to imagine what Megan would think if she had seen her naked. Would she be shocked? Would she like what she saw? Mandy couldn’t remember Megan ever showing any sign that she was interested in women. But I never showed any sign before last night either…

Still naked, Mandy wandered around the room in a daze, eventually focusing enough to get ready. She peeked through the curtains at the busy walkways below. Do it. Nobody is looking.

She allowed herself to open the curtains slightly, knowing that if anyone bothered to look up, they might get a partial view of her. But as far as she could tell, nobody noticed.

Mandy had a quick shower that morning. The dream was still vivid in her memory and she wasn’t sure whether she should be worried about Megan. She’s pretty easy-going. She probably wouldn’t bring it up even if she did see me.

She decided not to attend her biology tutorial that morning and instead went for lunch. Having slept in much later than usual, it was almost noon by the time she was finished getting ready and left her room.

What did the dream mean? She wondered as she walked through campus. The last part had particularly frightened her. In her dream, she did nothing to stop Alex from taking her. The details were fading from her memory with every waking minute, but it seemed like she had wanted him to fuck her in the dream. No, that can’t be right. But the more that she replayed it in her mind, the more that she felt butterflies in her stomach. I was weak and he took control of me. The ambivalent thrill reminded Mandy of her first close call with David and the camera.

Oh, right! David is picking up the camera today! After such an eventful morning, she had completely forgotten about it. Mandy wondered if she should perhaps call off her elaborate plan for a second time after everything that had happened. The thought weighed heavily on her mind while she ate lunch at the meal hall. She seemed to be headed down a dangerous path, and she wasn’t sure where it would take her. Maybe the dream was a warning. However, when she got back to her dorm room and found David’s message asking when he should come by for the camera, her excitement returned and doubts faded away.

Megan would be home any minute, but she usually went out with her friends on Thursday nights, leaving Mandy with the room to herself.

“can u stop by tonite? im busy most of the day.”

It felt like an eternity as she paced the room, waiting for his reply. Minutes later, her phone chimed. “sure no prob. see u at 9ish?”

It was already 1:00pm, and she dreaded the thought of waiting eight more hours. I waited a month and a half…I can wait a few more hours.

Megan soon arrived home, and that provided a temporary distraction.

“Hey!” Mandy greeted, nervously.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Just got back from lunch. You eat yet?”

“Yeah, I grabbed a sandwich on the way home from class.”

“Cool.” Mandy’s stomach twisted in knots as she tried desperately to read Megan’s body language. Is she acting strange? Does she look like she saw me naked? Would she even act differently if that were the case? Maybe she was awake the whole time and saw me masturbating. Would that be such a bad thing? She tried not to think about it, but the questions bombarded her mind. “Do you have plans for tonight?” Mandy asked, trying her best to be nonchalant.

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Many years ago, I was fortunate to marry a submissive and very sexually adventurous 22 year old with a firm and very desirable body. She was not inexperienced, although her liaisons had been fairly conventional, albeit in a liberal age. Prior to our marriage we indulged in an active and promiscuous sex life. At that time, she lived in a nurse’s home, where she enjoyed casual sex with both doctors and patients. I would insist on the details later, occasionally, whilst adding to the sloppy mess left by her previous encounter.

We enjoyed a varied and adventurous sex life, and I offer a selection (attempting to avoid the many repetitions), of our little adventures.

Following our marriage (no kids), I began to have her dressed to please (both for me and any other random strangers who might take an interest), this consisted of the usual; stockings and suspenders, no underwear, and no imagination needed to see she was bra-less. She thrived on the attention when we were out, and, before long, I encouraged her to go out with friends, with no restrictions on her activities.

She very quickly became an enthusiastic participant in our free and easy lifestyle.

On an early ‘successful’ night out, she returned at around midnight, with the words ‘I have done what you want – I have been fucked. She then got into bed with me where I slid my fingers over her used pussy, enjoying the sloppy residue of her earlier adventure. I quickly mounted her doggy style, emptying my load in her, as she recounted her experience – which, simply consisted of a pick up at a nightclub, followed by a stop off for sex, in her car.

Next day she asked if she could see her ‘friend’ again (she had obviously arranged a meeting after dropping him off near the local army base). I said yes, although I told her that I was not interested in her having any long term relationships.

She went to his place the following Wednesday, where she was fucked, sodomized and obliged to do ass to mouth. Jane was prepared to do this, but her soldier friend then insisted on beating her (a leather belt across her arse) – she was unable to talk him out of this, and, sensing him growing angry, and, fearful of worse, she agreed to take the beating. She was soon begging for mercy – which, I guess is what he enjoyed – as she was repeatedly instructed to spread her legs, to allow better, and more painful, access to the flogging. When he eventually stopped, he told her to remain face down on the bed – climbed on board – sodomized her again – then rolled over and fell asleep.

Jane sensed an opportunity, and left, very frightened (he was virtually a complete stranger), without any intention of returning.

She caught up with me, two hours after this encounter, in our local pub. I could see she was flushed so I got her a drink and she gave me the details. This was just the sort of thing I liked, although, of course, I did not want her badly hurt. I realised that he was an opportunist, who had taken full advantage of Jane, as soon as he had gained physical and mental control over her. In hindsight, her beating could have been much worse, so too, his use of her, to gratify his sexual requirements – I repeated my preference for one night stands.

We went home, where I examined her welts, along with her gaping arse, before sliding my rock hard prick up her pussy. She was sore following her beating, but I forced her to take another load to join those from earlier. I was young, and Jane’s activities had made me randy – before morning I had fucked her repeatedly – I would have buggered her too, but her screams forced me to stop. She said that she had been sodomized brutally, on the second occasion (she believed he had become over excited from beating her). Jane explained that she was too afraid to protest, and simply submitted to whatever he wished to do.

She bursa escort promised that she would do anything I liked, with anyone, if I would spare her arse for a few more days.

I have said that I discouraged any repeat meetings, and this was, in the main, adhered to. However, Jane did have a regular – a doctor who had met her at work – he arranged to meet her socially – fucked her – then had her, repeatedly, visit him in the doctor’s residence before she finished her night shift. Jane always gave me the details, following these assignations, and I enjoyed fucking her as she confessed.

It was not until some months later (when I had my cock buried in her arse), that she informed me that he always insisted on anal sex, and that he always emptied his load in her arse. I did not mind – although he was the first to exclusively sodomize her – most of the others preferred to vary their pleasures.

The only time that this routine was changed was when the doctors’ brother visited from Turkey. He told Jane to meet them in his rooms one Saturday evening. She asked me for my permission, and I agreed, but insisted on stockings and suspenders with no underwear – I wanted there to be no doubt as to her availability. After a couple of drinks the doctor demonstrated his usual technique, before handing Jane over to his brother. He fucked her, than used her mouth until she swallowed – I was surprised that he did not bugger her, but Jane said he did not attempt to use her in this way, although he must have known she was available..

The doctor, on the other hand, continued to use her for anal sex until he was transferred, some months after their first encounter.

Many evenings we would go out together and I would fuck her in the toilets of a pub, or use her mouth, until she swallowed, in a car park – all fairly adventurous, but nothing too unusual by our standards.

One evening, feeling the urge for a little excitement, I told her to dress for a fucking, and took her to a local lorry park. I walked up to a parked lorry, roused the sleeping driver, and asked if he wanted to fuck my wife. After initial suspicion (and being half asleep), he agreed, providing that I would send her over, alone – I went back to the car and told her what she had to do.

She walked over and climbed in the cab while I waited in my car, just ten yards away. After ten minutes I got out and walked up to the lorry. It was obvious, from the sound coming from the sleeper cab, that Jane was being fucked, so I went back to the car, and waited. She climbed out after another twenty minutes, walked back to the car, and said, ‘let’s go’. I drove just a mile or so, to get clear of the spot, parked up, and told her to get on her knees across the front seat. I could immediately see that she was wet, and I pushed my cock in up to the hilt – a couple of minutes later, after she had described being fucked and taking a mouthful – I shot my load up her. I had discovered a convenient method (although not always foolproof), of having Jane fucked by strangers, with the minimum of pre-planning

On another occasion, following a few drinks, I parked up, and told Jane to ride the car gear stick – she impaled herself on the bulbous pole and began to ride – becoming more and more turned on. I told her I wanted her fucked now – it was approaching midnight and a casual pick up and quickie was not likely, but Jane came up with a suggestion. We were parked next to a building site which had a night watchman occupying a wooden office. Jane asked me if I wanted her to approach the site and let the night man fuck her. I told her to go, and said I would wait. Once again, curiosity got the better of me and, after a short time; I went to check her out. Jane was bent over a desk, skirt up over her waist, legs apart as the sixty year old night man licked her bursa escort bayan – I returned to the car and waited. On her return she explained that he had struggled to get hard, but eventually – after using her mouth to stimulate him – he fucked her. My cock was fit to burst, so I made Jane swallow a load right there, passing traffic notwithstanding.

Our life went on this way, with no limits but my inclination, and imagination, on any adventures I might fancy. This is not to say that I did not pay heed to Jane’s preferences. Unusually, she preferred older men over the younger ones – it may be that her earlier beating had frightened her. She also began to prefer me to arrange her meetings, and, I must say, I became more and more demanding, as opportunities arose.

After some six years of marriage, following some upheaval at work, I was obliged to search for temporary accommodation. Jane and I looked over a small house in Birmingham, being let by an Asian gentleman (Pakistani, I believe). We were interested, but so were a number of others – I told Jane to wait in the car, while I spoke with the landlord. As soon as she had left, I repeated my interest in the property, and told Mr. Amin that he could fuck Jane if it would seal the deal. He was very wary at first, and he took some persuading that the offer was genuine, eventually, after I had assured him that she would do exactly as she was told – by him or me – and that he could either fuck her immediately, or that I would send her, dressed for maximum pleasure, that evening – he agreed. He was interested, but in true Pakistani bargaining fashion, insisted that, in order to do the deal, he wanted to fuck her now, and have her again, later.

I must stress that we could, doubtless, have secured an alternative let, but I did not wish to let this opportunity, for a further adventure, slip.

I returned to the car and told Jane to go back into the house and do whatever the landlord wanted – she was surprised, but not shocked, and walked back up the path and rang the bell. Twenty minutes later she returned to the car, and told me he had used her mouth until she swallowed, and was expected that evening. I was a little surprised that he had not fucked her, but he was quite old (in his fifties), and perhaps wished to conserve his energy.

I delivered Jane to the same address at seven that evening – she knew why she was there, and was dressed to my usual preferences. I instructed her that, after Mr Amin had finished with her, to take a taxi back to the hotel.

She arrived back, around midnight, and climbed into bed. I climbed on, lifted her knees, sunk my dick into her, and asked for the details. It turned out that her night had been, relatively, uneventful – Mr Amin had taken her out for a drink and some food – he had put his hand up her dress as they sat together, commenting on the stockings and no underwear combination – otherwise all very civilised. He then took her back to the house and told her to bend over the kitchen table. He pulled up her dress and penetrated her – he withdrew, and then put his dick at the entrance to her arse hole – he asked if she had ever had anal sex, to which Jane answered, yes. His response was a small grunt, together with a forward thrust of his hips, as he added his name, to the many others, who had enjoyed this particular activity. He emptied his load into Jane’s arse and then, to her relief, took out a handkerchief and wiped his dick (she thought he might make her do ass to mouth). He told her we could move in the following Monday and drove her back to our hotel.

Over the following weeks, tensions were high, and Jane and I fell out on several occasions. On a night out together, about two months after our move, we had words – Jane was upset – and, in a quiet voice asked me what I would görükle escort like her to do. She was without underwear, and in stockings, and I told her I wanted her fucked. We went into a pub with live music playing, where Jane soon informed me that a man was interested. I told her to do whatever he wanted. She left the room for the ladies and, soon after, the man opposite followed. She returned some fifteen minutes later and told me that they had met up on the rear car park – he had kissed her and slid his hand up her skirt – and he wanted more. She said he had a room in the hotel/pub, but was sharing with a friend, and asked what I wanted her to do (he was a young guy, around thirty, and, I think, Jane feared a repeat of the beating she had been forced to take, some years before). I told her to go with him, and call me when he had finished with her – upon which, I left for home.

The phone rang at three in the morning with Jane asking me to collect her – I asked if she had been fucked – she answered, yes.

She was waiting on the roadside as I pulled up outside the pub. As she got in the car I put my hand up her skirt, and felt the sloppy remains of her encounter – in response, she said, ‘not here, take me back and I will do whatever you want’.

We returned home and Jane made for the bathroom. I stopped her and told her to get on her knees (I always liked to see the state in which she had been left), I pulled her skirt up, and told her to spread. I shoved my dick up her and immediately felt the sloppy remains of her earlier encounter. She told me that she had been fucked twice by both the guy in the bar and his friend. Her original pick-up had taken her to his room, where he fucked her as his friend lay in the other bed. She was then told to go to his friend’s bed, where he, also, quickly had her. As the second guy rolled off her, she was ordered to get back across the room for more. The first guy then made use of her mouth to get hard, before she climbed back into his bed. He told her to open her legs and lift her knees as high as she could. In this position and with him on top; he gave her a long passionate kiss – which served to stifle her moan – as he accessed her for anal sex. He rode her steadily for a few minutes, before she felt him stiffen, and let out a long sigh – indicating that he had finished buggering her.

As he slowly softened and slipped out, he called triumphantly over to his friend ‘she takes it up the arse’, while at the same time, gently pushing her in the direction of his room mate – Jane had no illusions as to what this gesture indicated, or what the next few minutes held. She simply walked over to the other bed, where the second guy placed two pillows across the bed and told Jane to lie, face down, with the pillows raising her buttocks. In this position; he too, took advantage of her willingness to ‘take it up the arse’.

He added his contribution, by ejaculating as deeply in her bowels as he could, before withdrawing from her now, very sore, arse. At this point, they had had enough, and told Jane to get out as they had to work the following day.

Back home I finished fucking her, and then allowed her to use the bathroom. As usual, following hard sex, Jane asked me to wait for a few days before resuming anal sex – we had come to understand that most men (certainly over fifty per cent), once they realised that Jane was theirs to enjoy, made her perform anal sex –fortunately, she learned to accept these inevitable demands.

I always enjoyed the idea of Jane submitting to anything her latest pick up required. She enjoyed rough sex (even though she, naturally, got scared when at the complete mercy of strange men) – and preferred no lube when being sodomized, as she felt the pain added to the feeling of being dominated. She enjoyed me flogging her before sex, although I never really got off on this. Occasionally, at her insistence, I would tie her to the bed and use a belt on her – she would protest, and call me everything under the sun, as I worked my dick up her arse following a beating – but before long, she would be begging for me to use her more vigorously.

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Lynn felt sad and depressed because it was Valentine’s Day and she did not have a sweetheart. She was a beautiful young woman with a perfect and sexy figure. Her bust size was 48DD. She knew that men always adored her globes but couldn’t understand why she didn’t have a sweetheart or a lover at least for Valentine’s Day. She decided to go for a jog on the beach. She put on her loose fitting shorts and a very revealing top. She liked the way her breasts were pointy and her nipples felt so good as they rubbed against the soft fabric. She reluctantly left the house and jogged all the way to the beach.

There weren’t too many people out yet — it was only ten in the morning. She was jogging hard now and was sweating profusely. Several men stared as she passed them and let out wolf whistles. This made her smile and she stopped to lean over as if tying her shoe laces so they could get a good glimpse of her goodies. The men’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets and they drooled at her immense tits. She saw the effect she had made, winked and jogged on. She got a little turn on from that display. She was tiring now and began to slow her pace. As she got near the lifeguard’s station, she saw a real hunk of a man standing and talking to the lifeguard on duty for the day. He was a tall and bronze god-like hunk. His black bathing trunks fit him perfectly and his manhood was outlined for all to see.

She could see at least a ten-inch length hanging in his trunks and did she want to circle her tongue on that. What a nice Valentine’s gift to herself that would be. If she couldn’t have a sweetheart, then she could have a big dick between her legs before day’s end. Well it was time for her bold display of her overstuffed tits again. She was right in front of that man of her dreams and she bent down to supposedly tie her shoe laces again. One of her huge breasts actually fell out of her top. The men were watching very intently. She feigned embarrassment and quickly tried to push it back in place but it seemed to have a mind of its own. The nipple hardened and her breast just bounced right out of her hand. The hunk walked over and gently kneaded her run-a-way breast and pushed it back inside her top. Shock waves ran over her body. His hands were so gentle and struck nerves all over her body.

“Hi hot lady, my name is Ray,” the bronze god said to Lynn. She barely could move her lips as she stammered, “Hi, I’mmmmmmmm Lynnnnnnn.” It now was her turn to drool for he was inches away from her body. His dick stood up and it seemed too big to be real. Ray went on, “Your body is a real dick turn on; Let’s go for a swim to cool me off.” Lynn beamed and they both ran for the water. Her love juices were flowing and eskort görükle she could tell that her shorts were moist already. She didn’t mind at all that she didn’t have on a bathing suit. She would do anything for this man whom she had just met. Ray let Lynn swim ahead of him for a little bit. He swam harder and caught up to her. He reached out and pulled off her top to fully expose her gigantic breasts. He got close to her and pinched one nipple and then the other. Lynn moaned, “Ooohhhhhh.” Ray swam a little ways from her and came back underneath as he pushed his hand into the front of

her shorts. Lynn was burning up now. His touch was exquisite and she wanted to ride his hand all day if she could. She pushed against his hand and one finger glided into her pussy hole. She moved up and down and down and up against his finger. Ray did not want her to cum yet so he quickly pulled his finger out of her. Lynn was disappointed that she had missed an orgasm. Ray slid his hands along the waistband of Lynn’s shorts and yanked them off of her. She blushed, “Ray, I can’t go completely naked out here.” “Shut up and enjoy it,” he responded. Ray brushed his dick against her legs and she almost reached her peak right there and then. He then pulled her to him and moved his dick between her legs. His dick felt like what she imagined a stallion’s would be like. It was at least four inches wide and it had to be twelve inches long. Lynn was breathing heavily and Ray was enjoying her horniness. He wondered whether she could take all twelve inches of him but would soon find out. Ray let go of his hold on her and swam underneath her. He opened her legs and clamped onto her clit.

Then he began to suck and suck it harder and harder. Lynn wriggled and squirmed and oooooohhhhhhh and came right into his mouth. He swallowed her sweet cum and then came up for air. Next he told her to suck on his dick. Lynn took a deep breath, swam underneath him and opened her mouth wide as he pushed his dick partly into her mouth. It was so huge and it almost choked her. But she was hot for him and tried to get as much into her mouth as she could. Ray reached behind her and spanked her hard and heavy-handedly. She encircled his penis tip with her hot and roving tongue. She couldn’t breathe but he held her firmly in place so she couldn’t come up for air. She thought she would lose consciousness before he finally let his load off into her mouth. She came up for air with a mouthful of his cum. She was about to spit it out, but he told her to swallow every last bit of it. She had never swallowed cum before and it wasn’t too bad. As a matter of fact, it was good. He seemed to be the controlling type, but right now she certainly didn’t kestel escort mind. She only wanted a good fuck on Valentine’s Day.

At this point, Ray pointed out that they were going to swim to the cave on the other side of the beach. Lynn followed him there. Once there, he pulled down some flowers and vines to make a makeshift bed for them. It was in the shape of a heart. He indicated to her that it was a Valentine’s bed to fuck on. He made it especially for her and her heart leapt with joy. She didn’t mind the crude way he said it to her. Her pussy was dripping with juices and needed to be satisfied — minor imperfections of his wouldn’t bother her now. Ray pulled Lynn down beside him and began to suck on her nipples and she was immensely aroused. Her nipples grew a full 1/2-inch with his ministrations. He was rough at times and then gentle. She let out a low growl, “yeoowwwwww, that hurts but it feels so damn good, Ray.” Then she came with a full force. Her love juices flowed all over the Valentine’s bed. She straddled Ray and took his erect penis into her hands as she kneaded it and rubbed it up and down. “Suck it baby, suck it hard,” yelled Ray. Lynn obeyed him and she slurped and sucked and sucked. He spurted his cum down her throat and she gladly drank until he had no more.

Ray pushed Lynn off him and told her to lie down. She did as she was told. Ray whipped his hard-on between her legs. It was amazing how he was erect again so quickly. He seemed to be half man and half horse looking at the size and width of his dick. Lynn licked her lips and anticipated what was coming next. She was wet and Ray shoved his huge cock into her pussy hole. She was small though and it wouldn’t go in further than two inches. Lynn screamed in pain. She wanted this fuck but he was larger than she thought. Ray kept rocking back and forth for he couldn’t stop now — nothing could stop him now. He got another inch inside her wet pussy. His dick filled her up completely and there was more to go. Lynn thought she would go mad with the pain she was experiencing. “Stop Ray, pleeeeeease stop,” begged Lynn. She thought this part man, part horse, would rip her insides apart. His dick seemed to be getting larger all the time. Ray heard nothing. He was in another world. One where his dick ruled and it would not be denied. He pushed harder groaning all of the time. Another inch in.

Lynn was beating at his chest and trying to push him off. He was ram rod hard and strong as a bull. He pulled her legs wider and stretched them back behind her as far as they could go. He felt a little give and another inch of his manhood squeezed in. This was going to be the best Valentine’s fuck he had ever had. bursa sınırsız escort Each Valentine’s Day, he always seemed to have a new conquest and one that was too small for his giant of a dick. But perseverance and determination always won for him. Lynn was gurgling at this point. She was in so much pain and saw death as the only way out for her. This fuck certainly wasn’t what she thought she wanted or needed. He was a damned mad man and one with a dick that wasn’t one of this world. She kept trying to make him stop. She screamed and screamed but no one was around to help her and even if there had been someone around, nothing would have been able to stop Ray — not now. He was ramming her harder and harder. Her pussy lips stretched wide and tight against his dick. She thought she would split at any moment. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Ray kept saying over and over as he grinded further into this woman with the big tits. Too bad her pussy hole didn’t match the size of her titties he thought to himself.

Lynn couldn’t stop screaming. She felt like a caged animal about to be slaughtered on Valentine’s Day no less. When she thought he had no more dick to push inside her tight pussy, another inch seemed to be added on. Ray put his hands under her ass and pulled her closer to his dick. He could fuck her for the rest of the day. Ray felt himself about to cum and “Oh Goddddddd, I am cumming,” he growled. Lynn felt that this was her saving grace. She just knew that he would shoot all of his cum inside her and then his dick would gradually slide out and she would be saved. He slowly pulled out of her, but no such luck; his dick sprang to attention again. He fell back onto their Valentine’s sex bed and pulled her on top of him. Lynn kept saying, “No, no, no I can’t endure anymore; Please let me go before your big assed dick kills me.” Ray would hear nothing of it. He spread her legs and commanded, “Sit your pussy on my dick and swallow it up inside of you.”

A miracle happened, as Lynn reluctantly sat her pussy hole onto Ray’s huge cock, it began to go in slowly and deeply until all of it was inside her. She felt such a relief and began to slide up and down on his half man, half horse cock. She was filled with a fire that would not be quenched for a long time. Ray smiled as he saw the joyful expression on Lynn’s face. He pushed up and she pushed down. Her pussy hole seemed to expand and allowed his dick easy entry in and out in and out they went. They both became animals of the wild, needing sex and wanting more and more. Lynn moaned and she groaned, “ooooooooooohhhhhh, aahhhhhhhhhhhhh, give me all of your big cock, Ray, give it to me all the way.” Ray shoved it hard and she rocked back and forth. They sped up and shock waves washed over their bodies, their brains and their sexual members. Love juices flowed for hours non stop. They both experienced orgasm after orgasm on Valentine’s Day and her pussy was stretched and made ready for this half man, half horse cock too.

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Janet and I had been friends for years. As we’re each 25 years old, we’ve been friends for roughly a decade. In that entire span of time we never dated or even let our respective lusts get the better of us. Instead, we’ve remained the closest of friends and let fairly regular flirtation weave its way in and out of the majority of our conversations and interactions. Nothing especially overt, but the occasional silly sexuality or interlude of semi-romantic moments seemed to pepper our daily lives.

They stretched a fairly wide gambit, from a stare and running commentary on drool-worthy cleavage on a night at the bar to a nod to the sparkle in her eyes when we were out for dinner. Not to highlight my own indulgences alone, Janet had no problem pursuing her own moments of heart-felt spontaneity and lust. Be it a playful squeeze of a jean-clad hard-on during a sexual scene in a movie, or stealing a quick kiss on the cheek and pausing a moment too long after a long night on the town.

In short, we both had our moments of desire and intrigue, but over the years we always managed to either stay at least a few steps away from action or find the timing wrong to act on any particular urges. However, things always have a way of changing. I suppose I should describe Janet and myself at this point. I’m fairly common in my appearance. 5’10, mid-length light brown hair, blue eyes, and average build. Nothing terribly exceptional. Janet, on the other hand, was a vision at any given moment. She’s Asian, about 5’4, has long dark hair reaching to the small of her back, and eyes that are as soulful as they are flirtatious. Her curves were just about perfect for her eskort bursa size, a moderate B-cup and the slightest curve of her ass both fit her frame perfectly.

The night in question was…at least slightly remarkable. Janet had taken the night away from her current boyfriend to drown her sorrows with me. Or, to be a bit more honest, I had recently discovered that my girlfriend of the past two years had been cheating on me for some time. That relationship seemed shattered beyond repair, and Janet was joining me in a night of drinking as I attempted to move forward. Our escapes as we bar-hopped were of less interest for this particular story and on this particular site than what happened as the night ended. So, after that lengthy introduction, let me begin-

I stumbled drunkenly into Janet as we headed toward the curb. My hands were clumsily finding her shoulders in an attempt to keep balance, and she was focusing on hailing a cab to get us both home for the night. As she attempted to flag down the few cabs readily available, my hands slid down her lithe frame. They rested briefly, and happily, or the curves of her breasts. She half-heartedly shrugged them off, but as they remained and stole a gentle squeeze or two, she paid no more attention. Within moments she found a cab, and we were on our way to her apartment. The drive was uneventful as I rested my head on her shoulder and tried desperately to maintain some loose grasp on where the blurs of reality ended and the blurs of my intoxication began. I vaguely remember being guided with few words up to her apartment, and stumbling to her bedroom. There wasn’t a particular plan on her part, bursa yabancı escort as her primary concern seemed to be getting my hopelessly intoxicated ass into bed to sleep off the night. However, it wasn’t a plan on my part either. Years of lingering desire and affection had taken their toll, and with enough alcohol in my system I couldn’t help but act.

As she helped me take off my shirt, I acted. I let my hands rest on either side of her waist and pulled her down to where I sat, on the edge of her bed. I kissed her, our first real kiss. Even in the cloud of alcohol I expected her to stop me, push me away, or insist that we stop. But…she didn’t. Maybe it was the remnant of the many drinks of the night, but her kiss tasted slightly of strawberry. Her tongue responded to mine with vigor and desire I wouldn’t have imagined possible. As I guided her now slightly limp frame onto the bed, her hands found their way to my bare back. Her fingers, so gentle and delicate, were now raking their fingernails roughly down my back. The pain was negligible, enough that blood may have been drawn — but only barely so. Our lips separated for a moment or two, and her top was being pulled off by both our hands. I barely noticed the black lace of her bra before she had the hooks unclasped and was ripping it off.

I’ve always been a breast man. Great legs or a luscious ass are mesmerizing, but a perfect pair of tits can put both to shame. If Janet’s assets in this department weren’t perfect, they were something close. Again, they were solid B’s. Maybe small by some standards, but they matched her frame well. Her hands bursa merkez escort rested behind my head for a moment before guiding it to her breasts. I didn’t need more of an invitation than this to act. My mouth fell readily to one of her dark brown nipples. I licked and suckled upon them briefly, before more roughly toying with them with my teeth. The lightest of grazing and bites, all the while letting my hands fondle.

It wasn’t long before her jeans were slipping down her hips, her legs, and being tossed to the floor carelessly. Her matching black, lace thong joined it quickly. In my still somewhat drunken stupor, I fumbled to take my pants off as well. Janet, apparently, didn’t have the patience to wait for that. She pushed me back, yanked my pants and boxers off with a couple quick motions, and mounted me. Her eyes locked on mine as she guided my hard eight inch cock into her wet, ready pussy. My hands explored her body readily for the first time as she rode me slowly. I held her sides while trying to guide her to a quicker pace, caressed her breasts lovingly (and occasionally squeezed them more roughly), and held her close while thrusting as deeply as I could. She kept herself busy as well, and seemed to enjoy the control of riding me as slowly or as quickly as she desired. Her fingernails continued to dig further into my back, and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the mixture of nearly silent gasps of pain and, almost immediately afterwards, deep moans of desire.

But, alas, all good things must find their ends. Seeming to sense that our night of pleasure was nearing its end, Janet leaned down to my neck and bit a good deal harder than I had expected. I managed one last thrust into her warmth before cumming like never before. Her deep, throaty moans seemed to mimic a similar end to our night. And, while I woke up with one hell of a hangover the next night, I can honestly say that was the best night out I’ve had in my life.

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It was one of my first nights in Love City and I still had no place to stay. I knew Q from my previous life and I heard that she had been living here for several years. She agreed to put me up.

In the evening we chatted on her couch about music and book, drinking wine. The conversation got a bit boring, so I decided to change the subject. The first kiss startled Q, but she didn’t move away. I slid my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue was quick to respond. Soon they were both dancing wildly to the same tune. I slowly placed my palm on the back of her neck, as if the hand was too shy to share the passion of the lips. Q’s eyes were closed and her hands were buried deep in the fabric of the couch.

“I love the way you kiss, but we can’t have sex today… Not yet,” she said after we paused to catch her breath. We returned to the conversation about books and music, but now there was some tension just below the surface of her voice and she did her best to hide it. One more glass of wine. Suddenly, Q stood up without a word, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. She didn’t turn eskort bayan bursa on the light, so for a few seconds I saw only her dark silhouette against the colorful neon lights of Love City flickering outside the window. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, she had just removed the panties and stood there naked. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to watch her undress. She climbed gracefully into the bed and said “Buon giorno, my dear.”

I undressed clumsily and joined her in the bed. For a minute I knelt between her legs spread invitingly, admiring her marvelous curves in the flashing neon light flooding through the window. I leaned towards her face, kissed her lips, and placed my hand on her groin rubbing it gently. I kissed Q’s neck and moved downwards to caress her breasts. My lips found the hard nipples swollen in arousal and started sucking them. She moaned with elation, but her arms around my shoulders were motionless and dead. I continued downwards, until I reached her groin and started licking her wet, warm, fragrant clitoris.

“Alright,” she gasped. “I will altıparmak escort let you in, but you have to use a condom. I don’t want you to stay inside after we’re done.” I reached for my pants, took a condom from the pocket, and put it on. I started rubbing my erect penis against her clit to see if Q was already moist and open enough.

“Go ahead, but be careful. I’m a bit tight.” I gently slid my penis into her and when it was all in, I pressed my body against hers, started moving slowly and kissing her face. I noticed that something changed in her, but couldn’t say exactly what this was.

“Can you call me by my name?” she whispered.

“Q…”

“Can I imagine you love me?”

“Yes, you can,” I replied after moment’s hesitation.

“Can you tell me you love me?”

“I’ll tell you when it’s true.” She said nothing. Her hips responded to my rhythm, but her hands in my hair were lifeless like two pieces of wood.

“Take me from behind.” I felt a pang of disappointed, since the sight of the magnificent breasts undulating bursa türbanlı escort to the tune of our lovemaking was extremely stimulating, but we changed the position. I firmly grabbed her hips and began thrusting rhythmically. A new wave of excitement was gradually taking me away. I closed my eyes and let the wave carry me. The rising feeling in my groin was slowly sucking the awareness away from the neon lights of Love City, Q’s bedroom, her body, and from my own rhythm. For an instant, the Self fell apart into a spaceless timeless void. A short-lived carnal enlightenment. When it was over, Q lay down on her back, spread her legs, and nodded towards her crotch.

“I’m a bit difficult. Sorry for that.”

I began rubbing her groin. As her arousal grew, she put her legs together squeezing my hand between the thighs. After a while the wave carried her and when her Self disintegrated for a few seconds, she panted “I love you.” Q fell on the bed exhausted and cleaned herself with the sweaty sheets. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I had to leave in the morning to find an apartment. I promised to call her, but after that night an uncomfortable silence infected the telephone lines. She never answered any call and never phoned back. A year later I saw her on TV. She was a successful woman: got herself a better-paid job and moved to a bigger apartment.

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Since I was thirteen years old and realized there was something mystical about girls that I didn’t understand and couldn’t resist I had confused love and lust. I was sure I loved Julie Drinkwater. She sat one rom in front of me just to my left in Social Studies. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her and I had no idea why. I had been raised on old movies and with Cary Grant as my role model I was certain that what I felt for her was love. I had no clue it was nothing more than her having developed a full chest years ahead of the other girls. With age I came to be more careful. It wasn’t that I didn’t think I was in love with them, I just didn’t tell them anymore.

Honestly. You can blame Josie’s mother for that. We had fallen in love, I was sure. Back when we were seeing each other regularly we would meet three or four times per week. We didn’t always sleep with each other. Normally we would just get lunch, kiss briefly in the parking lot, and go our own ways. The more we talked the more I felt that she was the love of my life and that ugly as it would be she needed to leave Martin and I needed to leave Anne. We would find a place to live. We would get something big. Shit, Josie still lived at home. I had planned to have Josie and her brother full time and my son on weekends. It went so far that I had actually started to check out the real-estate listings in the area. We wouldn’t want them to change schools.

For a time when I told Sally I loved her she responded in kind but as I feel deeper and deeper into the abyss she fought her way out until we weren’t just meeting for lunch anymore. She would still have me slip into her house sneak me back to her bedroom and let me take her any way I wanted but anything more, the part I truly craved, was fading from our relationship. I still didn’t stop seeing her until she made me but I was hurt. It was to avoid that rejection, the emotional alienation that I had plenty of at home, that prevented me from whispering sweet nothings to my new young girlfriend as we wasted yet another afternoon in bed.

It’s funny, but the more frequently you slip out of the office, the less anyone notices it and I yet again mentioned a few appointments with clients and wandered out just after ten. I stopped and picked up a bottle of wine – Josie wanted to learn, a bundle of cut flowers –she had pointed out that boys didn’t buy flowers anymore, and headed to her small apartment. Her roommate would be out. She met me at the door in nothing but a robe and panties. I only knew about the panties because the robe was so short I could see the word Pink stretched out across her lean ass as she carried her presents to the small kitchen. “Go on back,” she instructed. I made my way to her small bedroom. She was streaming a television show about zombies. I was starting to pick up more or less what was going on. It wasn’t half bad. It was only 11:30 and it was far too early for wine but she had chopped a chunk of cheese into odd shapes and really, what more did I have to do.

“If I tell you I don’t feel good, are you going to be mad?” she asked. I just smiled at her.

“Not at all, love. Should I go?”

“You better not. I’ve missed you. I hate weekends now.” She slipped out of her robe. Her breasts were small but pert and I grinned at her. I had gotten over the awkwardness of our age difference. I was better able now to just relax and appreciate her for the exquisite creature she was. The weekends were too long. They had come to serve as repetitive excruciating sentences in solitary isolation. I was always happy to wake up on Mondays, bound out of bed and get out of the house. We had a strict rule; she didn’t reach out to me on weekends. A single stray text read by the wrong eyes was dangerous. She was a good girl and waited for my first message of Monday morning before she began the barrage of text messages that was her primary form of communication.

“Maybe next weekend we can plan something.” I told her. She had crawled into bed and was trying to get comfortable, her head bobbing up and down on my abdomen looking for a place to rest.

“You need to take off your dress clothes. I always feel like I am going to wrinkle something. Can we really do that? Can we get brunch?”

I stood and undressed. I hated that with my pants off my erection was obvious. She’d said she wasn’t feeling well. Would it have been too much to ask for my dick to just take a day off? She stared at it. “I’m sorry. He sort of has a mind of his own.”

“Come here. Lie down.” Back in bed again she tugged my cock out of my boxers and slid her lips over it slowly. She sucked cock as if she was eating ice cream.

“You don’t have to do that.” I assured her.

“Stop. Just lie back. She said between long passes of her tongue up the shaft. “I’ve missed you.” I ran my hand over her back as she pleased me. She managed to watch her show as she did it. It felt as if it went on for an eternity. She was selfless in her dedication to giving head and I always felt guilty. She waited for the episode to finish before she turned her body over and resting on her knees dedicated bursa eskort her full attention to finishing me. I groaned when I finally came. She sat up. Her body twisted in ways I didn’t fully understand but it was delightful. She took my wine from me, took a sip and then nestled herself up against me.

“If I fall asleep, wake me up.” She said.

“Okay.” I promised her. She drifted to sleep almost instantly and I held her there, her soft flesh warm against my skin. I waited till I was sure. I wanted her to be sound asleep and not just drifting off before I said it.

I felt her breathing change. Her whole body seemed to swell with each full inhalation and just to make sure I ran my fingers down her spine. She didn’t react in anyway and so with my heart racing no different than when I had been young and foolish I proved men truly don’t ever change and as softly as I could manage it I spoke to her. “I love you, Josie.”

She startled me, taking in a deep breath just then as if she was going to speak but she just let it out in a long slow warm breath I felt across my chest. I held her closer and closed my own eyes.

One night, years ago after seeing a particularly disturbing move about adultery Anne and I had debated marital infidelity in an abstract way. I believed at the time we both knew what we were really talking about. I argued that it truly wasn’t about the sex. The sex was the initial draw for either Michael Douglas or Richard Gere, I don’t remember which of them it was now, but it was only the match that lit the fire. The real allure of the other woman was in the intimate moments when they weren’t fucking.

“Bullshit.” Anne called. “No one has affairs with little old ladies.”

I admit, she had a point but I was not nestled into a small bed in a small apartment close to the University to get the blowjob. I don’t mean I didn’t enjoy Josie physically, I did. But I didn’t need to. What I needed was a woman nestled up to me, her breath tickling the hairs on my chest as her ribs slowly swelled in my hand each time she inhaled.

It was a little before two when she woke me up. She was on top of me, straddling my hips. I felt my cock; it had been awake before I was, pressed against her. She rocked in a mock humping motion. When my eyes opened she began to kiss me. We wasted at least another half-hour like that. I was going to be late. I had planned to leave at one. I put it off until two, but now, with the young woman rubbing her body over mine I figured if I left at three I could get back to the office for a bit before leaving for the day and it would be enough.

“I wish I had tits. Will you buy me tits?” She had rocked back and was sitting up. She was cupping her small breasts, one in each hand.

“No.”

“I thought that was, like, a requirement. Isn’t there a rule or something, you have to buy your trophy wife tits.”

“Josie!” My response was too firm. I felt badly for speaking so firmly.

“I’m teasing. Relax.”

“I didn’t mean.”

“Shh.” She said. She kissed me again to shut me up. I was supposed to be the mature one but it is a fallacy any time a man says he has control. Women are always in control. At least that was how it was for me. I suppose some men beat submission into their woman. I didn’t understand it. Neither physical nor emotional abuse seemed to make any sense to me. It was far better to let them be in charge. I knew intellectually that women are just as clueless as we are but it doesn’t seem like it and I prefer to live in the world I have created then the reality we all suffer in. I kissed her back. I wanted her. I pressed my hands beneath the small cotton panties. She smiled as she kissed me. “Do that thing?” she asked. It was our code word. I lifted her easily and rolled her to her back. I loved the way she could extend both long legs straight up in the air so that I could pull her panties directly up and off of her legs. I nestled in between her legs and went to work. I concentrated on the task at hand. It was my hobby and my therapy and as much as she moaned and then eventually shrieked, covering her face in a pillow I knew I enjoyed it even more than she did.

When I had her gasping for breath and pressing my head off of her I tugged myself free of my boxers and moved over, on top of, and inside of her and we giggled and bounced and enjoyed a quick romp on her squeaky mattress before I had to leave.

I didn’t get out of her apartment until well after three and the stop at the office was a little silly but I made it anyway. I gathered up enough work that I could make a show of doing something that night at home and wandered home.

Anne and I stuck to our routine and ignored each other for the most part. It was only as we settled into bed that we actually had a conversation. She reminded me of the doctor’s appointment the next day. I told her I would be there. She said she would meet me. She rolled over away from me to go to sleep and I sat up against the headboard going through my emails. I cleared most of them with short responses but stopped suddenly at the bursa otele gelen escort one from Sally Mae Giordinno.

The email was short.

“Why are you ducking my calls? Tomorrow morning. I better see you first thing.” But it wasn’t the message that concerned me it was the subject line. “You Bastard! I know!”

I didn’t sleep well. I felt guilty. I had hurt Sally, that was obvious, but late at night and into the early morning the mind has a way of exaggerating problems till they feel like nothing short of a crisis. I imagined the blonde sitting across a table in a restaurant telling my wife about my affair with her daughter. I imagined the small apartment I would end up living in as I drank and smoked myself to an early death. I imagined not even making it that long as I placed Marty my friendly neighborhood New Jersey gangster into every bad Ray Liotta movie. I imagined my kneecaps would be only the first things he broke. It was good I had gotten in a nap that morning because the minute the first signs of the sunrise plied their way in the blinds I was out of bed and making coffee. I was showered before Anne was out of bed and she had only started to wake up as I slipped towards the door. “Don’t forget Dr. Lew. 11:00,” she mumbled as I stepped over our sleeping dog to make my way down the stairs and out the door.

I had hours to wait and spent the time as self destructively as I possibly could. I stopped at a service station and bought a pack of cigarettes, one of those tiny bottles of Jack Daniels that are as sad as they are adorable and a twenty-four ounce cup of coffee that was apparently some hybrid caffeine injected concoction as the label was a fierce looking lightning bold striking an angry yellow jacket. I smoked two cigarettes lighting the second off the burning stump of the first. I poured the bourbon into the coffee and drank it as I drove through the early morning traffic down to the university where I trolled Josie’s apartment complex and let my terror slowly build. I felt my heart racing in my chest. A nice solid heart attack would solve all my problems. I gave up on the idea she might come wandering out of her apartment and put me at ease by smiling at me and instead pulled back out onto the busy street and headed to see her mother.

I drove past Marty and Sally’s house for no reason. It would look the same whether he was there or not, the large garage that held five cars hid if he had left yet. I made my way to the end of the street. The desert stretched out endlessly from their block westward until it came to an end at the California coastal Mountain ranges. It was calming to stand smoking contemplating the vast sandy expanses. I finished my coffee and my hands trembled as I chain smoked my way through half a pack. I wanted a shower. I wanted a nap. I wanted to be home in bed with my plump little brunette wife and nothing to worry about. I even would have been happy to be sitting in my office flirting with the little red haired girl from Accounts Receivable.

I watched the time tick by slowly until it was nine. 9:00 was the magic hour. It always had been. I left my car where it was and walked back down the street past the perfectly groomed lawns and oversized houses. I knocked quietly and waited. I stood a step further back than usual just at the chance it would be Marty on the other side of the door and he would be holding a baseball bat.

She left me there longer than normal or at least it felt that way. I could feel my pulse in my neck. I was not healthy. When finally the door opened I expected a hydra to reach out and snatch me into the depths but instead it was familiar and welcoming warmth. She smiled at me broadly. Beneath the sheer robe she favored she wore a chemise of black lace and pink satin.

“I’m not ducking your calls, Sal’,” I said. She stepped back letting me inside. I didn’t kiss her. We needed to talk. She kept smiling at me. “What was that email all about?” She turned from me and as she turned down the hallway she let her robe slide off her bare shoulders. Her ass giggled alluringly as she walked. I loved the muscular shape of her thighs. I followed her.

“We need to talk.” I told her as I crossed the doorway into her bedroom. She refused. Instead she walked on until she came to her bed. She lay now, first on her belly, and then rolled over. She spread her legs. It was vulgar how she presented herself.

“Sally. Please.” I said.

“Do you talk to her before you fuck or after?” She said. She didn’t have the slightest bit of anger or animosity in her voice. She purred.

“Sally.”

“No. I bet she sucks you first. She suck your dick first? Girls these days. We used to make you wait for that.”

“Sally.” I was a broken record. She moved her hands between her legs. She spread herself.

“I bet she loves when you go down on her. I have to admit, you have a gift.” She was not going to let up. She licked her finger – her middle finger. I figured it was intentional. She gave me the finger then she lowered it, she made small circles at nilüfer escort the crown of her parted lips. There was not the slightest sign of hair between her legs. She was always diligent in her grooming. She was wearing me down.

“We should talk first.”

“I’m fine with that.” She purred. “Tell me how she likes it. Tell me what you do to her. Watch me get off on it. Lets see if you can make me come.”

She had done this kind of thing before. Even when I was telling myself I was in love with her she would do this. She would be rude, vulgar, overly aggressive with her sexuality in a way she knew I didn’t like that I liked.

“Fuck.” I said finally.

“That’s better. Tell me about her. Is she a ripe little blonde? She have that sweet little peach fuzz on her cunt? Does it taste like strawberries?” She was moving her finger rapidly. “I bet she’s heavy. You like ’em like that don’t you. You like to fuck her and watch her tits bounce. She’s a ripe little younger version of Anne Marie, isn’t she?” She started to slip her thin finger inside of her cunt. “God it makes me wet to think about it. She’s in college. I bet she’s bi. You wanna share her?”

Whatever she thought she knew she didn’t know the truth. I don’t know if she picked up on it but I was almost smiling. I felt the tension I had been experiencing for twelve hours release.

She slipped her finger back in her mouth. “I am so wet. You want to taste.”

I hated myself for it but I said it. “Yes.”

“Come here.” She said. She gripped her legs at her ankles and in a move she probably had picked up from yoga she spread herself open for me, her strong legs spread straight and wide. I went to her. I buried myself in the dripping wet folds of her excited cunt. As my tongue slid slowly over her clitoris she moaned. “Mmm. Maybe it’s Josephine. Are you fucking my daughter, you bastard? She’s a bit of a slut, I bet she would fuck your dick off.”

I couldn’t help it. I bit her. Not anywhere critical, just on the pale mound above her clit.

“Ouch.” She squealed delicately, not really in pain.

I went back to what I had been doing.

“You bit me! Do that again.” She groaned. I pressed the delicate nub of her clit against my teeth with my tongue.

“Harder. Like before. Like when I mentioned Josephine.”

I did. This time on the plump purple flesh of her lip. I bit firmly. She gasped through clenched teeth.

“You fuck! You fuck my little girl?” I bit again. “Ahhhhhwwwch.” She squealed. “She the one teach you to bite.” I did it again but this time shafted her with my finger. She released her ankles and her legs folded down, kicking me in the small of my back with her heels. “Do it.” She grunted. I took her clit this time in my teeth and pulled and pressed my middle and fore fingers as deep into her as I could. She shuddered. I released her clit and licked at it quickly, sharply. She closed down on my fingers. “Muaaahhhhhhhhh.” She moaned gutturally. Her body shook. I reached for her tits and was stopped by her chemise. I yanked my hand from her dripping hole and gripped her gown in both hands. I had never contemplated the tensile strength of satin before but I had to pull far more intensely than I had planned and even then it came apart at the seams.

I rose and looked down at her.

“What does she call you? Fuck me Mr. Waller. I can hear it.” She held her arms out straight, her body, spread wide across the bed every way it could be, her breast peaking out from the torn garment called to me. She sneered at me. “Or does she call you Daddy. All those years of therapy I paid for because she hated her father and all I had to do was lend her you. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me right here.”

I dropped my trousers and boxers but didn’t even go so far as to take off my shoes. If only to shut her up I fucked her. Why she was doing this I didn’t know. I couldn’t ever love her again. I didn’t even want her anymore. I didn’t like being there. I wanted to leave. I didn’t leave. I fucked her. I fucked her hard. When she still wouldn’t shut up I held her mouth closed. She bit at my hand. I pressed three fingers into her mouth and she bit down. I felt pain in my knuckles. It didn’t stop me though. I fucked her. When I was done fucking her I rose up, pulled my shirt off my chest without unbuttoning it, up over my head. I rolled her over. I pressed myself into her ass. She liked it in the ass. I fucked her till I couldn’t fuck anymore. It was a torrent of slapping flesh and groaning. “Fuck my ass, Daddy.” She groaned in a deep womanly voice and I did. I fucked it until I came and then fucked it more pressing my cum into her tight hole.

My back ached when finally my cock gave up on me. I half lifted and half shoved her up further into the bed and collapsed on top of her, one hand was wrapped beneath her, a tit firmly pressed in my palm but it was unimportant. The other hand, my right hand, my dominant hand, the hand with the strength to do something was wrapped about her throat. Pinned beneath me I reeled with the horror of the thought as it crossed my consciousness. If I chose to do it, she would be helpless to stop me. I don’t know how long I lay on top of her contemplating murder, it was ghastly and abhorrent and I think seconds drug out into hours, or the other way around. I wasn’t capable of it. I knew I wasn’t. But it would have been so easy.

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