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I have been a member of the state regulation board overseeing insurance companies for five years. The Fred Loya Insurance is family owned with hundreds of customer complaints. I invited Dee to the meeting, she suspected the meeting was a complete waste of two hours. Dee is 31 never married, she is 5′ 6″ with a small trim figure. When I finally adjourned the gathering she fled for the door checking her watch, dismayed to see it was past nine already. She had scarcely made it to the door when I called her back. ” Dee wait.” She sighed stopping and waiting till everyone had left. I move slightly past her and shut the door, leaning across her to do so. ” Dee, it has come to my attention that your family is in financial trouble.” She chewed her lip nervously as I move across the room, removing my jacket. This is the first time she has met me. I made her exceptionally nervous. ” Yes, Mr. Malone,” I cut her off. ” Dee, when you come into this building I expect you to leave your personal life at the door, is that understood?” My hard green eyes seemed to pierce through her and she swallowed, averting my eyes. ” Yes sir.” She mumbled. There is a long silence. ” Dee, is it?” She looked up and slowly nodded. She looked up slowly, confused, and her eyes widened as I begin unfastening my slacks. ” The way I see it Dee, you have two choices. You can walk out that door, and I don’t expect to see you tomorrow, or you can stay…and show me just how much you want to work with me.” She gasped backing against the door. Mr. Malone, or John, as she is beginning to think of me,as I pull off my belt and laid it neatly across my desk. ” It’s your choice.” I said. ” The door isn’t locked.” She immediately turned and groped for the door handle, but my voice stopped her cold. ” I urge you to think of your family before you do anything hasty.”

Her blood ran cold. ” Please,” She whispered. ” Don’t do this.” I came up behind her and ran my hands down her back, squeezing her ass through her skirt. ” I’m not forcing you into anything Dee, it’s your choice. You are a beautiful woman, did you know that?” Feeling trapped she turns toward me to plead with me and I crushed my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth as my hands came up to grope her breasts through her blouse. She struggles and I immediately release her. ” I see I’m wasting my time, leave.” I said. She feels tears gather in her eyes. ” Please, Mr. Malone…” She pleaded weakly but I turn and start toward my desk. ” Good night Ms. Loya.” I replied. Closing her eyes she steeled herself up and her voice cracked as she spoke. ” Wait…” I turn toward her. ” I want to work for you.” She whispered. I smiled. ” Ah, a smart woman then. I was beginning to wonder. Kindly remove your blouse Ms. Loya.” Burning with humiliation she unbuttoned the little pearl buttons that held her blouse together and let it fall away from her body. Underneath she wore a black lacy bra and my breath quickened when I saw it. My eyes traveled over her small firm breasts, down her flat stomach to her slip hips and down the length of her shapely legs. I motioned her closer and she stepped over, her stomach coiling into a hard knot. I sat on the edge of my desk and pulled her closer by the hips, then trailed my hands up the back of her skirt, squeezing the bare backs of her thighs as she is wearing a garter and thigh hose instead of panty-hose. I continue on to her panty-clad ass and squeezed lightly, rubbing her firm globes. She held deathly still as I buried my face in her chest and nuzzled her breasts. Then bayrampaşa escort I ran my hands up her back and unhooked her bra, using my teeth to tug it from her body.

Her breasts sprang free and I nuzzled my face again against her nipples and then took one in my mouth, squeezing and groping with my hands. She feels a wave of nausea overtake her and struggled for breath. I stood and move around her. ” Bend over and grab the desk.” I directed. Feeling hot and embarrassed she did as I asked and her cheeks colored as I lifted her skirt neatly up over her ass. I tugged her black lace panties down and she stepped out of them one foot at a time. Knowing her firm, white ass and pussy are exposed to me flushed bright red. I reached over and tugged her hair loose and it fell across her back. I snapped my belt loudly and she jumped. I used my knee to part her legs slightly and pressed the bulge of my erection against her ass. She hears my tortured breathing and wished I would just get it over with. She now wore shameless tears on her cheeks. ” You really are beautiful.” He whispered. ” I want my cock in your pussy.” She hears my zipper go down but dares not move. I begin rubbing my engorged cock against her ass, oozing wetness from its tip. Sliding my swollen cock to her pussy as I traced it along her slit and moaned. As my cock touched her clit she jumped and I smacked her on the ass again. I continue to rub my cock along her slit. I then crawled under her on the desk so my cock is pressed against her chin. It is very large, about eight and a half inches long and thick like a club. ” Suck me.” I urged. Taking in a shaky breath she parted her lips and took my cock in her mouth, sucking half-heartedly. I groaned and reached down, holding her head still and begin to fuck her mouth. She hoped desperately that I would cum this way that would be the end of it. After ten minutes of fucking her face I gasped, holding deadly still and carefully pulled out of her, staving off my orgasm.

I move back around behind her and slide two fingers into her cunt, now wet from being long exposed to the chilled office air. She gritted her teeth as my fingers sank into her and resisted the wave of pleasure that rolled over her. She smelled my male musk, ” No!” She hissed, grabbing my wrist trying to pull my fingers out of her pussy. I easily pushed her hands away. I aimed my cock at her pussy and sank it slowly into her cunt. My big cock had difficulty penetrating her, she is very tight so it took several attempts. She held deathly still, feeling every inch of my cock pushing into her tight pussy. Ohh! It’s so thick…so hot…so…so good! She thought as her hot wet pussy is stretched open in a few thrusts and my hard cock lodged itself inside her. I feel her muscles tighten around my shaft as I buried it fully with a final thrust. It had been so long since she had been fucked and it feels both wonderful and terrible. She wanted no part of this but her body ached for it, cried out for it, against her will. She is nervous & tense. ” Dee, just relax and take it easy!” I told her. ” Hmphh… hmphh… hmphh…” I grunted rhythmically as I start fucking her. My thrusts are slow, measured, deep and hard. ” Anhh… anhh… anhh…” Dee moaned in response, her eyes are tightly closed. ” Look at me!” I commanded, stopping in mid thrust. Dee obeyed, opening her eyes and gazing into lust inflamed eyes. I grasped her small waist while she clasped her legs around my hips as I start thrusting again, hard and deep, pulling out almost istanbul eskort fully and then plunging my cock back in up to the hilt.

” Anhh… anhh… anhh…ANHHH… AAAANHHHHH!” as she orgasms in a few hard thrusts. Her pussy, clitoris and breasts are so sensitive & tender that a little stimulation is enough to send her over the edge. ” Enough, John! I can’t take it any more!” She told me, trying to push me back. Dee cried out in shock and fear as she felt my cock still buried in her pussy. She struggled with new fury, but her left arm is crushed between the desk and her body and her right is easily pushed back by my shoulder. She grunted and cried out again as my cock entered her and thrust up high into her belly. She tried to scream but my mouth mashed down on hers, locking tightly as my tongue slithered inside her mouth
like a mad snake. My hips slamming against her thighs, ramming her left leg back against the desk again and again.
My cock drove up high inside her. It is long and very thick. Dee is gasping and her eyes filled with tears from the pain as the fat cock stabbed into her repeatedly. My hand gripped her thigh again, shoving it back and holding it
against the desk as I thrust more smoothly. Her mind is in a state of shock that she could be assaulted here inside my office and nobody was there to help. She can’t see anything beyond my massive body. Her body is shielded from sight under me. I clutched her soft buttocks and my fingers dug into the warm flesh, clawing hard at them. She whimpered helplessly, then grunted and moaned in despair as she feels me force a finger up into her asshole.
Her crotch and thighs aching as I continue ramming my lower body into her. I kept firm control of her head,
holding tightly to her curly black hair, even when she held her face still and submitted to my oral rape
I continued to tug and twist her hair.

I pull my mouth from hers at last, growling loud enough for her to hear, ” Dirty spanish whore,” I leered. ” Like it, baby?” I stuck my tongue out and licked a long trail up the side of her face, then licked her forehead and along the
underside of her jaw. I let go of her hair at last and she groaned in relief, but my hand slipped up between our bodies and clutched her right tit. I continued to thrust up into her, she had stopped trying to fight and is just waiting for me to finish, her mind and body both numbed by my sudden brutal assault. I continued to ram my cock into her for thirty minutes before I groaned and halted with my cock buried inside her. She imagined the sticky wads of
cum spurting into her and cringed inwardly. She is relieved that I had cum, that the attack was done. I seemed in no hurry. I continued to lick and kiss her face, my hand groping, squeezing her breasts, fondling her nipples, pinching and pulling at them so they hardened. She feels my cock softening as I eased myself off her, but I made no effort to open the door and leave the office, instead I gave her another awful leering smile. I pull her up off the desk and push down on her shoulders, forcing her down onto her knees on the floor of the office. She is facing my flaccid cock as I gripped her hair again and rubbed my cum stained cock across her face. ” Suck it hard again, Dee, and I’ll fuck you again,” I said. Her heart sank and she groaned in misery. I jerked sharply on her hair and pushed my soft cock against her lips. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take the thing inside. She sucked on it as she drew it in, her tongue rubbing escort şişli carefully along the underside of the head.

I continue to grip her hair, now with both hands as I sighed in pleasure. Her mind is completely numb, almost detached from her body as she sucked on my growing erection. Soon she is bobbing her lips back and forth on the
hardened cock as I slowly humped my hips in and out, fucking her face. Her hands dropped limp at her sides and she simply knelt there as though anaesthetized while I pumped my thick cock into her mouth. I pull hard on her hair, forcing the dazed girl to her feet again, turning her around and jamming her face first into the desk. She feels me
jerk her upward and feels my hands on her butt. My finger pushed into her anus again, and pumped slowly, then withdrew. A moment later she feels my cock pushing against her little round hole. She thought little about it, being too numb by then. My cock eased up into her asshole with slow jabs. It forced her anus wide and the pain is sharp, but did not last long as I drove my cock all the way up into her. She feels my balls pressing against her buttocks as I gnawed on the side of her throat and ground my hips into her. My cock moved around inside her ass as I brought
my hands around her and cupped both breasts, squeezing them hard. I slowly begin to thrust my cock, using short
strokes at first. My right hand slides down her bare belly and in between her thighs, rubbing at her slit, my finger searching for her clit. I rubbed her hard button as I did a slow motion grind into her anus, my cock thrusting slowly, now moving from side to side. She didn’t move, she hardly had the strength or awareness to stand up. Her face is still pressed into the desk as my heavy framed body moved against her.

In her dulled state it was some time before she became aware, in a vague sort of way, that her body was feeling
pleasure. She took little interest in it, though acknowledging the pleasurable feelings. Her breasts were hardened, flaring with heat as my fingers moved around them, her clit is sizzling with lust as my fingers continue to rub, stroke and squeeze the little bud. The pleasure grew, eating away at her detachment, slowly drawing her back into herself, to the awareness of the raw sensuality gripping her pussy, to the sensations of steaming heat streaming through her, rippling up and down her nervous system. Her eyes blinked in wonder and dazed consternation. She feels her body flying higher and higher, her belly heaving and churning, a massive vortex of blistering sexual heat tearing through her. ” No,” she whimpered. Then her head jerked back as a sudden spasm of lust burned down her spine. She gasped for breath, the wind all but knocked out of her. Her forehead fell against the desk, then her head jerked back again, even further, her back arching as muscle spasms wracked her body and her mind reeled under frantic sensations of blaring ecstatic release. She came with a furious crescendo of shrieking sexual eruptions, her body jerking and shuddering as though undergoing a violent seizure. Somewhere in the midst of it she feels a flood of liquid heat blasting up into her asshole.

She couldn’t think straight, could hardly think at all, knew nothing but glorious pleasure that ripped the air from her lungs and the thoughts from her mind, leaving a quivering frame of flesh behind. And then she is sinking down, down, to the floor, turning, her back against the desk, her legs spread as she slides to one side to be propped against the desk, staring dull eyed at the floor. I left quickly, but she remained there, sitting on the floor, staring, her eyes starting to flutter as her chest heaved. She drew in air and groaned weakly.

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Earning My Place- part 4

I have just finished cleaning Kend up from one the most dominating session we have had when I hear Sir call for me. I leave Kend covered up and going back to sleep as I walk towards Sirs room. I desperately need to go to the bathroom however I don’t stop. I’m sure this would be allowed, but I don’t want to keep Sir waiting. When I reach his door, I drop to my knees and wait for him to acknowledge me and invite me in. Is this required? Not in the least; however, I believe that a submissive should not enter a room without permission to enter, even if called. Sir looks at me and I can see the confusion, then understanding go through his eyes. You may enter he says. Sir, before I do, may I step back and go to the bathroom? Yes, you may. I quickly stand up and walk back to the bathroom, use it and clean myself up at the same time – including brushing my teeth and using mouthwash.

I remember from a long time ago, and probably one of the 1st times he ever shared me, of me coming back into his room after sucking one of his best friends cock and allowing his fingers in me. We finished and I walked back into Sirs room and had dropped back to my knees and he said to me “go brush your teeth, rinse with mouthwash, and wash your pussy – never come to me with another man on you.” Although he has shared me infrequently during our time, I follow this rule meticulously.

Re-entering Sirs room, I kneel beside his bed waiting for the next set of instructions. “Come lay beside me.” This is one of my favorite things to do. I love being held in his arms or my head on his stomach looking up at him.

How’s it going with Kend? He ask me. “He’s different then you. I have known you a lot longer, your criteria are different, and I’m in love with you. I haven’t known him or spent as much time with him. Sexually no issues, luckily his size is compatible to yours, so I am able to take him in all 3 holes without a problem”. He laughs and ask if that was a problem. gaziantep escort kızlar “Well Sir, you are a nice in both length and width. Very few men I have been with have had the same. There are a few but not many.” What else then. “Mentally we are still working through parts, almost everything. Likes/dislikes, wants/needs, rules/requirements.”

“Turn around and suck my balls”. I lift up and scoot under his leg. My mouth going to his balls, I slide one in and start sucking on it. My tongue running over top to bottom moving to the other. In and out sucking gently but with enough force to make him gasp. He reaches down and grabs my hair pulling me back up to him. He pulls me to his shoulder and rest my head there. I lift my leg and scoot do my clit is laying directly on him while lifting my boob so that he has easy access to my nipple if he wants.

“Can you be shared with 2 men, plus service anyone we bring home?” “Yes Sir I can. As long as I know that I belong to you, I can do anyone you set my mind too.” Laughing, he ask “What about other women? Jealousy or any other issues?” I paused before answering this one “Sir, I told you in the past that I choose you to be in my life, that you are the most important man in my life. Like you said, I’m not the woman I used to be – and that includes jealousy. No one can take you away from me, if they can, I wasn’t yours to begin with. I don’t own you, although you might own me (laughingly said). I am not jealous of any other female. The only thing I might get jealous of is the attention they are getting from you that I would want. Even that is a blimp in time. If we are meant to be together, then it will happen regardless of where our paths take us.” I say all of this with trepidation as there are a lot of feelings here that I want Sir to know and as he listened, his eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. I don’t know if he is absorbing the information or if he fell asleep. I can’t worry – the words were out of my mouth.

Laying there quietly wondering, my hand is on his cock lightly rubbing and massaging as I am drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, I feel Sir lift my hand and smack it. Touching is fine, no rubbing without permission. Stand up and go stand in the corner. Upset I jump up and go to the corner. I hear Sir moving around the room, but I don’t dare look.

Next I feel something placed around my neck – it’s my collar. “You will get to wear this now, and today while we are home..I still haven’t decided about rest of the time or permanently yet though.” Sir puts a blindfold on me and then tells me to put your hands behind my back and I feel him wrapping rope around my hands, through my collar ring and around my boobs. He then guides me to another area of his room and spreads my legs apart. I feel him slipping a cuff around each ankle and then he snaps them and I can’t move my legs. The rope around my wrist is then pulled taunt causing me to lean forward to take the pressure off. Essentially I am now attached in a manner that my ass is pushed out and I can only assume that I will be receiving some form of punishment.

I feel Sirs hands on my ass rubbing lately. “I see Kend has already taken advantage of your ass this morning.” Yes Sir I replied. “Well then he has only warned you up for me, but I have some more warm up to do. Have you received all of your punishment for the last year?” No Sir “I think it is time to add to the count, don’t you?” Yes Sir

What Sir doesn’t know or understands is that this is what I have been craving from him. I don’t care about other women, I can sex anywhere, but I have been missing the dominance. That is his gift with me. No one else has taken me to that high – no one else knows my soul like he does. I know the punishment is going to hurt, I know that I deserve it, I know I want it!

Sir starts with his hand – the sting is immediate. These aren’t playful smacks, these are definitely punishment and I will be feeling these for a while. Next is the paddle. I hear the swish right before I feel the wood smacking my ass cheek. Over and over alternating side to side. The pain is getting unbearable when Sir stops. He knows my limits, I don’t have to use a safe word with him. However, I know he isn’t finished. He leans over me and whisper “how are you doing?” Fine sir I answer..”I know you are in pain, I can see it. Do we need to stop?” No Sir, if I may have a moment to catch my breath …Sir pulls my head back and lays a gentle kiss on my lips and continues in his low tone “you have come so far this year that I am proud of you. I’ve always known you would make me a good slave, I just wish that you had lost the values.” Yes Sir I am crying. I never want to hurt you again. I want to serve you properly, I want to be yours forever. I want you to be proud of me…these are my wants I know just as I know I can’t force my wants on you. I have to earn my position, I have to earn your trust.” I feel another kiss on my lips and my pussy get wet. Sir runs his fingers down my pussy and slides them in. “Is my slut horny”. Yes sir. Sirs hands wrap around my waist and I feel his cock head at my pussy. So tight and he is large…I feel him slide slightly in and then a hard thrust as he yanks back on my hips. In and out in and out he is pounding my pussy. I’ve never felt him so deep and so hard and my muscles are clinching around him waiting to explode. “Sir may I cum?” Yes he growls. And I let myself go…the orgasm hits hard over and over as he is still fucking me. He reaches up and pulls my head up as he thrust hard 1 more time and he explodes in my pussy filling me full.

Tears are streaming down my face as I feel Sir pull out. He ask if I’m ok and I say yes sir. This isn’t the end for the day, but we are going to take a little break and recover. Kend has to be gone through tomorrow, so I will be taking care of you. Excitement builds through me as he goes on to say that I will still be receiving more punishment, more dominance, and more sex.

****To be continued. ****

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The Rogue’s Harem

Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem

Part Nine: Iron Fury

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Harem’s Armored Passion

Sven Falk – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

Metal thundered forward. The iron body hurtled at me, a brutal sword clutched in the animated statue’s hand. My eyes scanned across the room in a heartbeat, glimpsing strange monsters lurking in the background while a massive blog of slime undulated in the center of the room, a shape buried inside of it.

I couldn’t focus on that as the statue charged straight at me, face twisted in a mask of anger. A face I recognized.

“Scatter!” I snarled at my women as Prince Meinard charged at us. “Carsina, watch over Aingeal and Ava!” How was the bastard here already? We should have days before he arrived and—

“What happened to Master Theophil?” Carsina shouted behind me, her voice quivering with pain.

Prince Meinard reached me, his arm drew back. Sword slammed down at me. My new leather armor quivered. Shadows writhed around me as I flowed to the right. I moved with such speed and grace. My perception slowed to a crawl. The gray iron sword fell past me. I could follow its brutal progress. It moved like it swung through tar and—

The blade hit the stone floor.

Metal rang. Stone groaned. Chips of rocks exploded from the impact. He swung with enough force to shear through me despite how slow I perceived him moving. I shuddered as his head snapped to the left at me. His iron body creaked as his sword lashed out at me in a horizontal thrust.

Shadows dived down my wrist, forming the rapier of darkness while at the same time I ducked low. My armor gave me such mobility. Despite the death hurtling at me, I almost wanted to laugh in delight. It was like before I donned this armor, my body was wrapped up in iron chains, restraining my movements.

Now I was free.

The iron blade scythed over my head. I lunged my blade upward at Prince Meinard’s chest, a flowing blow of darkness. He was utterly open to attack. At my speed, Prince Meinard couldn’t even react to parry. He was still swinging as my rapier knifed at his chest. The shadowy point aimed right at his heart.

I struck.

My shadow blade bent and flexed. I felt the resistance in the grip. My blade didn’t penetrate his iron proxy at all. It didn’t even so much as scratch the surface. My exhilaration sank. I could flow like smoke, but my weapon couldn’t harm Prince Meinard.

“You corrupted my daughter!” howled Prince Meinard. His iron body groaned as he drew up his blade into a brutal swing at me.

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Kora Falk

As Sven flowed beneath Prince Meinard’s attack, I stared in horror at the beige ooze writhing and convulsing. Inside of it was the shape of a thrashing man. Master Theophil. Carsina shouted in horror beside me as I stared at the silhouette of the old man thrashing in obvious pain.

“Save him, Ealaín!” I gasped, horror filling my soul. There were so many terrible things. Other monsters scuttled through the church. The women of my harem, my new wives, darted away from Sven, obeying his words. Nathalie and Greta, empowered by their new armor, didn’t flee away like they used to. Ava and Aingeal grabbed Carsina and dragged her down the hallway we just came from.

Ealaín charged forward.

My aoi si muse glowed as she rushed into battle. Weapons of light flashed into her hands. Her war hammer and ax had a graceful appearance to them, flowing with their own warm, golden hue. Her black skin appeared as negative space in the gaps of her shining accouterments. She became a living work of art as she rushed at the blob to save Theophil’s life.

I felt so helpless as Ealaín slammed her weapons down at the undulating blob. My hands went to my chest. I didn’t have any sort of weapons. I had no way to fight. To help save Theophil’s life. What could I do. My body shuddered. The amulet I wore around my neck brushed my hands.

I clutched it, squeezing the gem. All I could do was make illusions. I could paint something, but would that work against the blob? Did it even see? Could I use my dazing spell on him? Would it work on the thing? How did a massive blog of jelly see?

A twinge shivered through me. I had to do something.

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Ealaín

My armor glowed brighter as I raised the two weapons of pulsing light. They felt weightless in my hands. What could I do with this armor? I felt it brimming with power. It held potential, but what could I do with it?

Could I save Theophil?

He thrashed inside the formless blog. I raised my weapons and swung hard, crying out. Shadows flashed around me as my weapons blazed brighter. It shed golden light across the blob, illuminating Theophil thrashing inside.

His body dissolved. The thing digested him.

My weapons landed against the blob. It slammed into the gelatinous surface. It rippled and jiggled like a bowl of jelly. I shuddered at the undulations. My skin crawled witnessing it. My weapons rebounded off of the elastic surface. The force made me stumble back.

The surface of the monster flowed suddenly. It gurgled as it moved. I gained my balance, shifting my feet beneath me as a bulge formed before me. It swelled like a bubble rising to the surface of a tar pit. Then it shot out at me, a battering fist of jelly. I swung my hammer, slamming into the protoplasm appendage. It slammed to the side.

My ax swung in at is body again. I shouted with all my might. I felt the power brimming in my armor swell into my weapon. It glowed like the sun. The light arced down at the appendage. I slammed into the narrow tentacle. My blade bit an inch into it. The appendage contorted and contracted. It shot back into the monster.

A gurgling snarl echoed. The entire surface contracted and rippled. Then more bulges formed.

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Princess Ava

I grabbed the sobbing Carsina and tugged her away from the doorway, from her poor master trapped in that hideous monster devouring it. Sven’s words rang in my mind. He wanted Carsina to protect Aingeal and me. He knew what we would do. That we would be vulnerable.

And he knew that Carsina was unarmed and didn’t have any way to fight. He was protecting her, too. I had to get to a safe place so I could sink into the feyhound proxy with Aingeal. We needed the swift movement of the proxy mixed with Aingeal’s magical powers.

“No, no, no,” Carsina sobbed as I hauled her away. I gripped the diamond hammer in my other hand. It throbbed and pulsed in my hand. I could feel it reacting to the power flowing through the armor. I could feel my family fighting for their lives.

“CORRUPT MY DAUGHTER!” my father boomed, his voice ringing like a bell.

How was he here so fast? Did that even matter? No.

“In here!” Aingeal shouted. Her pink butterfly wings fluttered as she threw open the door to Carsina’s workshop.

“No, no, we have to save him!” Carsina shouted. “It’s eating him!”

“We are saving him!” I shouted at her. Did I used to be like her? Panicking during danger? I felt so helpless when the assassin ambushed my family in the Forest of Lhes after they appeared from Faerie. I thought I was weak. That there was nothing I could do.

I’d learned there was always something you could do.

“You need to watch over us,” I added. “Protect me. For Krab.”

“What?” Carsina asked, her blue eyes wide with tears.

I hauled her into the workshop. “I’m going to imbue. My body will be vulnerable. There’s monsters around. You need to watch over us.”

“We’re trusting you,” Aingeal added, her purple eyes flashing to me then rolled back in her head in exasperation. “Okay?”

“O-okay,” Carsina said, her words tight, hoarse.

I sank to the floor. Aingeal joined me. She grabbed my hand, smiling at me. My proxy’s pulsed and beckoned. I thrust my soul out at the feyhound, seizing Aingeal’s with me. We hurtled together in a bodiless rush. We hurtled through that void.

We filled the vessel. Aingeal and I became one.

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Zanyia

I sprang to the right and…

Purred with silent delight at how far I jumped. I hurtled through the air jumping four times as far. It was amazing. The air rushed past my ears. My tail swished behind me while my mane of tawny hair flowed. I landed with grace before one of the monsters. It was a hideous things, looking like a massive dog. But it buzzed and hummed. Its entire body writhed and twitched.

“You look tasty,” the monster spoke. Its voice didn’t come from its muzzle, which didn’t move, but like its entire body had spoke, resonating with the same voice.

I shivered as I asked, “Do I? I’m so scrawny. Not much meat on my bones.”

“An appetizer before I enjoy the others,” the monster said, advancing on me.

Annoying anger surged through me. “Ooh, that’s so insulting. Appetizer? I am the complete meal!”

The triangular katars formed from the leather wrappings of my armor. The punching bayan escort gaziantep daggers thrust from my knuckles, the blades base thicker than my fists, each narrowing into sharp points. I smiled at the extensions to my body. I slashed with my new “claws” at the monster.

I sprang beneath its muzzle and struck it in the chest. My blade bit deep into the monster. I cut into its flesh, slashing through it with ease. I purred in delight at the wound I left in the monster, a deep strike to its chest and…

It didn’t bleed.

No blood gushed out of the deep wound. Instead, dead insects spilled out to rain on the ground, carapaces and wings severed by my attacks. I frowned at that. I looked at the monster and realized… it was a massive blob of insects that had formed into a body, their segmented bodies squished together to fashion the “scales” of its flesh.

“Yes, yes, such a morsel,” the monster said before it exploded apart into a humming swarm of angry insects.

“Las’s putrid cum!” I hissed as they surged at me, buzzing with hunger.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Iron Fury

Prince Meinard

Anger boiled inside of me. This foul, loathsome thing touched my daughter. He corrupted her purity. He made her into his slut. Shadows trailed after him as he flowed past my attacks. My iron body creaked and groaned. I swung my sword as his shadow rapier prodded my body without effect. He danced around, a fly buzzing around my greatness.

“She is mine?” I snarled, my sword slashing at him.

“Really?” he growled. “Yours? You had to enchant her to make her wet for you.”

“Because you polluted her!” I whirled to track him as he moved around me. I changed directions, slashing at him as he rounded my body.

My sword slashed at his chest. He wouldn’t get out of the way this—

“Las’s putrid cum!” I snarled as he moved like smoke. His body blurred into black streaks. How did he move so fast? “Las’s putrid cum and Illth’s poxed boils! Stay still!”

“So you can carve me up?” Sven asked, a sneer to his voice. “Do you think that will make her love you?”

“She would love me if you never stole her from me!”

“Stole her?” He blurred around another sword stroke, his blond hair flowing about his sneering face. His blue eyes glinted with a mocking light. “She came to my bed so willingly. She slid in, so lithe and breathtaking. She ached for it. She was so eager for what I gave her. She gave me everything. She surrendered herself to me with every ounce of her passion. How did she come to your bed?”

I snarled, fury pounding through my soul.

“Right, you cast a spell on her to make her so horny she couldn’t think about anything but satiating herself the only way she could.”

“She was so eager for me!” I growled and thrust my sword.

He stepped aside with ease, his rapier flicking out and poking my iron body, scratching across the surface. Doing nothing to me. He couldn’t hurt me. I just had to hit him and his damned black, shadow-bleeding armor. I would cut him in half.

“Right, right, soooooo eager,” he sneered. He paused, staring at me as I raised my weapon. “That’s why she fled you. That’s why she came to me. She begged me for help. Together, we broke your damned spell. You don’t have any hold on your daughter. But I do.

“She’s pregnant with my child.”

My iron teeth ground together. The rage built and built in me. My body quivered. I gripped my hilt. Metal scraped on metal as I focused on his hateful, young face. He confused my daughter’s young heart, tricked her into thinking he was what she desired.

Not me. Him!

And now he stole my heir. He usurped her womb!

I swung my sword with every ounce of strength I possessed. I slashed it down at him. I would cleave him in twain and have my daughter back.

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Aingeal

Our souls settled into the feyhound. I quivered, gathering my bearings. Ava controlled the body, but I could feel it. We rose, the wooden, wicker-woven body creaked as it moved. Ava shook us as she settled into control.

“Let’s go!” I thought at her. Our souls were almost one in this form, our emotions surging between each other.

“I know,” Ava said. She sprang towards the door. “Little help!”

We were in our room in the Temple of Rithi. Ahead, the wooden door was closed. In the form of the feyhound, that proved a problem. How to open doorknobs? I knew how. An excited burst shot through me as I reached out to the spirits that dwelled in the room, the abstract representation of magic and energy.

I grabbed the evocation spirits. I gathered them before me. The orange balls of light danced before me. A purple aura sprang about them, channeling them as beam. It slammed into the door. The wood splintered in an explosion a moment before Ava hurtled us into it.

An acolyte gasped in shock, her blonde braids flying as she jumped out of the way as we hurtled down the hallway. Another priestess stood in the way, gaping at us in her pink robes. She pointed at us, her mouth working.

I seized her with more spirits and yanked her out of the way. She let out a squeal as she thumped into the wall. We had to move. We had to go. Ava ran us as fast as she could down the corridor, our wooden feet slapping into the stone.

Shouts rose around us as more priests and priestesses scrambled out of our way. I blew open another door, splinters dancing around us as we leap through the ruin. Ava controlled our body with ease. She moved it with grace, changing directions to race through the main sanctum, past the great works of arts as we howled for the exit. For the daylight.

“Faster! Faster!” Ava shouted. “We need to go faster!”

“Right!” I shouted back, my soul quivering. Those monsters were hideous. I couldn’t get the image of poor Theophil writhing in the gelatinous mass.

We had to get to him. We had to save him. We had to get to our family.

I grabbed enhancement spirits as we burst into the evening. People screamed. Crowds were running down the street from the direction of the Tempe of Krab. The green enhancement spirits surged down at us, striking our body.

Speed burst through us. We hurtled out into the street. Ava roared as we charged into the mass of fleeing people. I sent out abjuration spirits, forming a shield before us, pushing aside the panicked mob. We raced down the street.

We had to get there before it was too late.

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Kora Falk

I squeezed my amulet and shouted as Ealaín crashed back from the monster, struck and sent reeling by the undulating tentacles that lashed out from the gelatinous thing. The formless slime gurgled as it raised its appendages and slammed down on my muse. Light burst from her armor. She rolled to the side, almost propelled by energy coming out of her.

I had to distract it. I had to stun it. I plunged my hand into my robe. I needed to power my magic. My fingers plunged into my pussy, gathering my juice as I shouted, “Rithi, paint an image of profound beauty for his appreciation!”

My magic surged out at the formless thing as my hand squeezed tight about my amulet. The power rippled through the air, pulsing through my body. I would daze it with an image of pure beauty. It would stand there in a stupor.

The thing gurgled. It contorted as my magic hit it. Its appendages quivered for a moment. Giving Ealaín a chance to gain her feet. She rose with grace in her glowing armor. She brandished her weapons forged of light. The formless slime rippled. It quivered and shook while poor Theophil died inside of it.

But it kept moving. It recovered. Somehow, it wasn’t distracted by beauty. Because… could the thing even see? It had no eyes? How did it sense the world? By just feeling the air vibrations? Or did it just not have the intelligence to appreciate beauty? Was it too mindless for it to work?

I hoped illusions would work. I hoped it could see. If not… I was useless. I couldn’t help Ealaín save that poor man.

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Ealaín

I was back on my feet, hacking, slashing, doing nothing to help the poor man dying in there. Such a welter of frustration surged through me as my hammer and ax landed with no effect. It was like striking water. The formless blob absorbed my impacts but I didn’t do anything to it. I couldn’t cut it. Whatever little mars to the surface my ax left melted away the moment I pulled back.

My heart sank. I couldn’t save Theophil. He didn’t thrash inside anymore. He was drowning and dissolving. He was dead. Failure pierced my heart with cold heat. I groaned as around me, other battles raged.

Greta fought an emaciated bear-thing, sweeping waves of water at it from her sword, the young girl backing away, out of her depth. She had magical armor, but she didn’t know how to fight. Flames crackled as Nathalie battled a segmented centipede abomination that scuttled across the ground in the corner, snapping at her with sharp jaws while Sven danced around Prince Meinard’s swing. Insects buzzed, a swarm chasing Zanyia as she bounded along the perimeter.

I felt so useless. I couldn’t help Greta as she shrieked and threw another panicked wave of water before her with a wild swing of her sword. The ooze lashed out with its appendages again, recovered from Kora’s spell. I battered down the plunged limbs, driving them back. They melted into its body only to reform and fire out at me from other directions. Its beige form crept at me.

I felt it… hungering for me. It wanted to wrap about me and dissolve me.

“Damn your creator!” I howled. “I hope Dauthaz punishes Biomancer Vebrin’s souls with razors and hooks!”

It quivered and gurgled, “Amulet. Amulet. Father!”

I shuddered at the words as it oozed towards me. It reared up, arms reaching, lashing out at me and… No, at Kora. It wanted my radiant. She had the phylactery. This thing must have spotted it about her neck.

“Rithi’s inspiring art!” I cursed as I knocked back another appendage. Its creeping progress forced me to retreat. The thing could just swallow me with its bulk. “Kora! It’s after you! Run!”

The creature burbled and then surged forward at me.

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Sven Falk

Prince Meinard swung with reckless rage. I felt the passage of his iron sword. Lights burst from Ealaín. Fires crackled from Nathalie. All I could do was dodge and flow around Prince Meinard. I couldn’t hurt him.

So, I needed to immobilize him. Somehow.

I had to lure him out of here. The wild swings of his sword hissed through the air. Other fights raged. My women danced and fought the Biomancer’s foul creations. The quarters were growing too tight. I couldn’t defeat the bastard in here, and if I stayed, his brutal attacks might harm one of my wives.

He wouldn’t steal another person I loved from me.

I retreated for the battered open doors of the temple. Prince Meinard chased me, his metallic race brimming with fury. His body groaned and creaked as he swung. Every step was heavy. His body must way a hundred stones or more. So much weight. Could I use that? Could I lure him somewhere that would collapse?

“She! Is! Mine!” howled the berserk prince. “MINE!”

“Then why did she cum so hard on my cock while begging me to breed her?” I asked, grinning at him before I flowed back a few feet towards the door.

Shadows danced at my feet. They writhed and undulated. I seized them. My armor let me do such interesting things. I remembered fighting the assassin. He used shadows effectively. To blind. To distract.

Could I do the same?

I’d find out.

“Her pussy milked my cock for all my seed,” I taunted. “She worshiped me with her body.”

“She WORSHIPED me!” he bellowed, his voice ringing like a mighty bell.

“Did she? Or did she just submit to your lusts to spy on you?” I asked. “Did she play the dutiful daughter because she was feeding me information about your patrols? Your activities?

“Your lodestone?”

He quivered for a moment.

“That’s right. I destroyed your army. Your ambition. I stole it all away with her help. When your daughter rules Kivoneth after your dead, I’ll be standing at her side!”

I backed out of the temple as he charged after me.

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Prince Meinard

Shadows danced and swirled about the thieving bastard. A rage I hadn’t felt since my wife’s death filled me. That impotent fury that compelled me to curse the gods and turn my back on them, to forge my own path to conquest.

Never would he rule my kingdom. Ava was mine. She was my sweetling. He bewitched her. Befuddled her innocent mind. No wonder she was so skilled at sucking cock and so eager to take my dick in her asshole. She was corrupted by him. He stole her virginity. Her purity. He turned my daughter into a whore.

I would kill him.

People screamed as I followed him outside. My sword hacked and slashed as I tried to reach him. A blur of gray streaked before me, sweeping death. If only I could reach him. He kept moving, the inky darkness crawling up his legs. It surged around him.

A man screamed as my sword hacked through his arm. A woman gasped as my blade severed her leg. I didn’t care how many of my citizens I butchered to get to him. Sven’s face twisted as he looked around at the people fleeing through the street from me.

Distracted by the carnage.

I lunged out at him, throwing my iron body forward with all my strength. I thrust my sword before me, becoming a lance aimed right at his heart. He cursed and flowed out of the way. I hurtled past him, crashing into a wagon. Wood burst around me. Sacks of grain tore, filling the air with white dust. I didn’t care. I whirled around in a spray of millet, searching for Sven.

He stood alone, the people fleeing from him.

This wasn’t working. He was too fast. I had to use that against him. I had to feint him into a move that would get him killed. I had to think. I needed my cold passion back. He was goading me. Taunting me with that smirk, claiming my daughter was pregnant with his son.

She was pregnant with mine! I fucked her! I bred her. I pumped my seed into her before he tricked her into fleeing. He enchanted her. I would save her. But not if I let him keep me angry. I faced him, studying the terrain. I needed some place narrow. I had to drive him into an alley where he couldn’t escape my attacks.

I needed to swing with precision and care.

I advanced.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Harem’s Battle

Kora Falk

I couldn’t flee. I had to stand my ground and fight. But… the slime surging at me gave me hope. It could see. It glimpsed the ruby I clutched in my hand. It knew its creator’s soul quivered in my grip, and it wanted it.

So, I needed to give it what it wanted. “Rithi, bless my sexual juices and let them paint new beauty in the world.”

“No, Kora, run!” Ealaín shouted as my pussy clenched about my fingers probing into my depths.

My pussy juices would be my paint. I ripped my hand free, fingers spread wide. Ealaín had taught me so much about illusions. She showed me that I could fool even faeries. I could definitely trick this monstrosity.

At the same moment I wrapped myself up in an illusion of invisibility, blending myself in with the surrounding terrain, I sent a doppelganger of myself darting to the right, racing around the formless ooze towards the door, my hand squeezing tight about the amulet.

“Track it,” I muttered beneath my breath. “Rithi, please.”

I couldn’t quite describe how I knew the thing followed my illusion. It didn’t have a head or eyes. It didn’t turn its bulbous body to follow my illusions sprint. But somehow I could tell it shifted its awareness. I stopped the illusion to its left, I puppeteered it, painting its actions as my fingers wiggled.

My illusion shook the amulet.

“Come on, go for it,” I muttered, the magic of my spell flowing out of me. “Leave yourself open.”

The appendages drew back into its body for a moment then erupted from the other side. Ealaín was clear to attack it as the thick, goopy limbs surged at my illusion. I jolted my form into action to dodge away from the attack.

But not fast enough.

As Ealaín slammed her ax as hard as she could into the monster, its limb smacked my illusion. It broke apart into a scintillating web of rainbowed light, its appendage passing through it harmlessly. The amulet twinged in my left hand as my right wiggled my fingers, trying to maintain the spell.

It vanished, disrupted too much by its touch.

Ealaín’s ax embedded into the monster’s body. It was a good blow, the best she’d landed, and her ax hardly penetrated. At the same moment, it rippled, drawing in the limbs that struck my illusion. A great gurgle burst out of it, almost sounding like bubbles rising out of tar.

“TRICK!” it burbled. “TRICK! TRICK!”

“Las’s putrid cum!” snarled Ealaín. “I can’t hurt it at all!”

“AMULET!” the thing called in its disgusting voice. Its entire body writhed.

Beyond, fires exploded from Nathalie. The girl shrieked in panic as something writhing leapt burning out of her flames. I wanted to help her, too. I didn’t know what to do. It didn’t matter if I could distract the thing with illusions if Ealaín couldn’t harm it.

What do to? Nathalie and Greta were in trouble. Sven darted out of the temple leading Prince Meinard. A horde of buzzing insects chased Zanyia. This was all a mess. I needed to think, to form a plan and—

“Master!” a new voice shouted.

Carsina charged past me, her red streaming behind her. She held Ava’s diamond hammer in her hand, raising it to attack. She rushed right at the formless ooze as it contorted and gurgled. Light glinted off her hammer, reflecting the fires burning around Nathalie.

The ooze’s body bulged, about to slam its appendages at the unarmored Carsina.

“No!” I shouted.

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Zanyia

The buzzing insects surged down at me. My ears twitched. Master had a good plan. I couldn’t keep dodging the thing in the temple’s grand hall. I had to escape. I had to get outside and away from the buzzing swarm before it engulfed me.

“Morsel, don’t flee!” the swarm hummed, speaking as one.

My skin crawled.

I leaped, not making a sound, my leather straps absorbing everything. They were amazing, the perfect thing for a hunter to wear and utterly useless against the insects chasing after me. The straps didn’t even cover my flesh. Most of me was exposed. If that thing got to me…

I didn’t want to be stung to death by a horde of flies.

I burst out the ruined doors into the screaming outside. Citizens fled, some lying hacked and dying. Prince Meinard crashed into a wagon as I landed. I didn’t have time to worry about him. Master could handle him. I had to survive.

I couldn’t serve my Master, my husband, if I were dead.

With a mighty leap, I soared across the street. The air hissed past me. I almost felt like a hawk soaring through the sky. My arc carried me up over the top of a three story building, landing upon its peaked roof. I hit the slate tiles and landed with a soundless impact. I darted for the chimney, pressing my body behind it.

A moment later, I heard the buzz of the insects burst out of the temple. I held myself still. I didn’t have to worry about noise. I just had to stay still and think. What could I do to deal with an entire horde of insects. What was good about that.

The sound of the buzzing swarm grew diffused. Not quiet like it moved away, but more that the noise spread out in every direction as… as it split apart. I let out a silent groan, the noise swallowed by my armor.

It didn’t have to stay together.

I wanted to peak out. To see what it was doing, but I couldn’t. I needed to stay here and think. What did insects hate? The rain. They didn’t fly when it was raining. How could I make it rain? I didn’t control the weather. I needed to channel water.

Greta’s armor? Could I—

A fly buzzed before my face. It hovered there for a moment and I heard a tiny, humming laugh coming from it.

I hissed and swatted it with the side of my katar. Its broken body slammed into the slate tiles at my feet.

Behind me, a mighty buzz grew volume. In anger.

“Las putrid cum!” I screamed and not a sound came from my mouth.

I leaped from my hiding spot as the swarm rose behind.

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Princess Ava

I ran so fast, blurring down the street. The crowd of fleeing people suddenly thinned before me. Aingeal didn’t need to clear us a route any longer. Before the Temple of Krab, Sven and my father fought while Zanyia leaped down from the roof, a growing swarm of insects hurtling in her wake. The swarm became a dense cloud, almost solid.

It buzzed with hunger for her. The droning sound vibrating the air. The lamia raced on all fours down the street, moving on silent steps. Her tail swished behind her as the insects boiled after her, the dark cloud of death coming closer.

“I bet they’re poisonous,” Aingeal said.

“Does it matter?” I asked, shocked that a swarm of insects was one of our enemies. The Biomancer created such disgusting things.

“No,” Aingeal said. I felt her concentrating as I raced to help.

A beam of purple energy fired from my mouth. It was almost like I breathed it, only it was Aingeal’s magic. The lance slammed into the sword. The insects burst away from it, opening a hole in their center to let it past through.

Another beam fired, and a third. The swarm’s insects dispersed before it, darting to the right and left, up and down. They spilled and tumbled, moving together in a mass like smoke curling around invisible walls as they reformed higher up in the air.

Annoyance quivered through Aingeal’s soul. “Cernere’s black fingers! I didn’t kill a single one of them!”

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Sven Falk

I spotted what I needed: a well.

The city of Az, like many cities, had community wells, places for the residence of their neighborhoods to draw water. And one lay a block away. A deep shaft that led to water far below. The perfect place to trap the murdering bastard.

I backed down the street as I said, “Did Ava ever suck your dick clean after you fucked her asshole? She loves doing that for me.”

Prince Meinard didn’t growl or bellow. He slashed his sword at me from the left, forcing me to dart to right. He followed up with another swing and a third, driving me away from my retreat and towards the side of the street.

I frowned at his actions. What was he doing? Where was his anger? His swings held purpose. The recklessness was gone. My brow furrowed as his next attack made me roll towards the side of street again.

Towards the mouth of an alley.

Clever.

“She cleans my dick like a champ,” I said, tensing for the next swing of his sword to hurtle at me. “Just cleans off every bit of her asshole before begging me to cum on her face.”

He swung a smidge too hard, his metal teeth grinding together.

I flowed like shadows beneath it, rolling back out towards the center of the street. As I came up, I sent out the darkness around my feet racing towards the well. It merged into the long shadows cast by the buildings on the left side of the street, the sun setting behind them. I reached the well, covering it, hiding it.

It vanished into inky darkness.

“Did she ever wake you up by sucking your dick?” I asked as I retreated backward.

He glared at me.

“What, did you think I’d fall for your obvious feint towards the alley?” I moved behind the well as he turned to face me, my shadows obscuring it. I let myself blend in, too, fading most of my body away, leaving only my skin and blond hair exposed. “Do you think I am an idiot?”

“You’re a thief!” he snarled. “And a coward. You hid in the shadows that night, too, didn’t you.” He marched towards me, a rusting laugh echoing from his body. “It’s been a year, hasn’t it? Since I was last in Az. Since I burned your family. Such a tragic accident. Your parents, that sister of yours.”

I grit my teeth against the anger. The rage beat in my heart. A part of me wanted to burst around the well and fight him.

“I heard them screaming for help,” he continued, advancing. “Your sister was in the window, shouting at my soldiers to save her. They fired arrows at her, not to hit her, but to drive her back into the inferno.”

My body shook.

“She screamed and screamed as she burned.”

“So will you!” I bellowed.

His iron lips twisted in a grin. He drew back his sword and then charged at me.

He ran into the hidden well. He grunted in shock as he struck the barrier. His iron torso pitched forward. His weight carried him down into the well. His body rang as he banged against the side. A great splash echoed.

The shadows melted away, revealing the stone lip of the well. I leaned over, peering down at him. A part of me wanted to leap down after him. To cut him apart. Katriana screamed in my mind, begging me to act.

“I will burn you alive,” I growled. “You will scream like my sister did!”

He roared his rage as I looked away. My other women were still fighting. I needed to help them. Prince Meinard would have to wait. Next time, he wouldn’t have his proxy to hide behind. I would meet him in the flesh.

Insects buzzed as purple energy lanced through the swarm. I frowned. What was going on there?

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Aingeal

“No!” I hissed as another blast of evocation spirits howled through the swarm of insects without hitting anything. That was so annoying of them.

“Thanks!” Zanyia yowled as she ran towards us.

“Watch out!” Ava shouted through feyhound muzzle. “Aingeal!”

The insect swarm, which I thought I had at least distracted from swarming at Zanyia, recoiled then hurtled down at her. A darkness fell over the lamia. A great, hungry maw seeking to devour her. She ran faster, but it wasn’t enough.

The cloud of buzzing death engulfed her.

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Prince Meinard

Water sloshed around me as I gained my feet. I flexed fingers. Everything still moved. My heavy body survived the twenty foot plunge down the well. I stared up at the circle, seeing Sven looking over me. He cursed and moved out of sight.

He thought this would stop me. I stared at the stone walls. I grinned at the uneven texture. The footholds and hand grips. My body had strength. It had endurance. It didn’t grow tired. My muscles didn’t fatigue.

I climbed.

My iron feet slammed into the crevasses, battering into the stones to work deeper. My free hand reached up, clawing at the next grip and pulling my body higher. I ground my teeth, working my way higher and higher. I would gut Sven. I would see his entrails spill out before me.

He would die screaming like that bitch-sister of his.

I worked higher and higher. The lip came closer and closer. I lunged up for it, thrusting up with my powerful legs, gripping my sword in my right hand. My left snagged the rim. Metallic fingers scratched against stone.

I pulled hard.

The momentum hurtled my iron body out of the well. I burst out to see Sven curse and whirl around. I gripped my sword in both hands and fell upon him standing before the well like a meteor. I swung my sword down at him.

I would cut him in twain!

To be continued…

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Lying in near silence on his bedroll, Xavier squirms uncomfortably. The padding was nothing more than soft rabbit hides stitched together, and left plenty of chances for the rocks beneath him to bump through. He sighs irritably through his nose. At the sound of his displeasure, he hears rustling on the other side of the fire pit.
“Is something wrong?” Comes the deep, throaty voice of his companion. That voice alone was enough to rumble deep beneath his heart and stir in his stomach.
“No.” Xavier responds, despite himself. He only wanted to get back to sleep. Stanley being awake all night fussing would interrupt that for sure.
“Okay.” He can barely see through the weak flames, when his friend turns to lay back on his own bedding. Stanley’s was made of an old bear hide, if he remembered correctly. Xavier decides in that moment that it isn’t worth his time to think about, and moves to stare back up at the stars in the sky. They’re placed at random, twinkling just the same, some bright and some dim. He can just barely make out the different constellations he’d been trained to find since he was a teen. The shield, the sword, and the bottle. The fish, the staff. The dragon was his favorite. It curled majestically through the night sky, made up of all different stars, watching over everyone carefully as it tended to do. Still, the rocks poke endlessly into Xavier’s back. He regrets his choice to not wear armor.
“Stanley?” He calls into the night, just above a whisper.
“Yes?” Comes the ready response.
“Tomorrow night. We are getting a room at the inn.”

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Luckily, they managed to scrape together enough gold coins to afford space at the nearest inn. Dawnbrook was a town not famous for its hospitality, but it did well enough. There were small shops that lined the dirt road into town, and houses scattered back just beyond them. The river flowed some distance away, the sound of the water wheel at the sawmill splashing up into their ears as they walked. Stanley felt the need to redirect Xavier away from the shops, concerned with keeping their small wad of coins intact for the time being. If he wanted a room at the inn so badly he would need to control himself.
“I don’t understand. There is a barter system, you know.” Xavier points out impatiently, being taken away from the last shop on the road.
“I do know.” Stanley nods, keeping his eyes forward.
“I may not have had to spend any money.”
“This way, there is a guarantee that you won’t. Instead of a chance.”
Xavier frowns, blowing a lock of tawdry red hair out of his eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest defiantly. His eyes stay put on Stanley’s, watching him intently instead of the road.
“Why must you always control me like this?” Xavier asks as they enter the inn.
“Control you, how?” Stanley seems unimpressed, placing their ten coins on the counter in front of the keeper. Some of the coins are caked in river mud, and he hopes they’re clean enough to be recognized.
“You won’t allow me to do anything for myself. You claim that it’s ‘safer’ that way.” Xavier raises his hands in a quoting motion, following Stanley still to the room they were assigned. He waits for the door to close behind Xavier before he sets his pack down and responds.
“It is safer that way. If I wasn’t looking out for you, you would get yourself into far too much trouble.”
“Horseshit!” Xavier snaps through tight teeth. “I could handle myself just fine, even before I met you!”
“Xavier, please.” Stanley relents, pulling at the straps holding his armor to his body. “I do not want to quarrel with you.”
“Then admit there is nothing to quarrel about.”
“I won’t lie to you.”
Xavier narrows his eyes, stomping to the other end of the room. Stanley continues unhindered, unstrapping his chestplate with practiced and easy movements. He sets it down on the floor by his pack, starting on the belt keeping his tassets in place. As it’s removed, Xavier’s eye is drawn to the shape of Stanley’s groin beneath the chainmail. He feels unsure about lusting after his companion as he had for some time. If it isn’t a distraction, it’s surely at least unprofessional. Prompting him to think, was this a professional relationship? Surely it was. They were business partners, most likely. Traveling the countryside looking for odd jobs, be it vanquishing necromancers or leading trolls and their mammoth horses to less destructive places. He and Stanley had accomplished a lot in their time together, but was that grounds for a courtship? Perhaps.
It occurred to Xavier then, as Stanley finally sat to remove his boots, that his thoughts had gone completely off course. Grounds for a courtship or not, this mean clearly understood nothing about who he was or what he wanted. Xavier was angry all anew.
“Xavier,” Stanley says softly, catching the look the shorter man holds. The frustration is obvious, but the dusting of gaziantep eskort bayan blush between his freckles just seems out of place. “I mean no harm by what I say. But you are just… naïve.”
“Come off of it! You have no idea-”
“I do, though. And I know that you need someone to protect you from powers that you’re careless with.”
“I do not need anything like that! I don’t need you telling me so, either!” Xavier shouts, his voice becoming higher as his anger mounts. “I am not careless, nor am I naïve! You treat me like a spoiled prince, and I’m sick of it! I didn’t hire you, I didn’t ask for your service. You followed me and forced your supposed ‘good will’ on me, like it would get you somewhere! Well, where has it gotten you?”
Xavier watches him with his hip cocked. Stanley doesn’t respond, only stares at him, evenly. His hands are frozen on the cuff of one of his boots. He doesn’t dare move.
“It has only gotten you self-imposed burdens and scars.” Xavier finishes, darkly. His chin tips up to reflect the confidence in his words. Stanley’s head bows lower, as he removes his boot in full.
“I will accept those burdens and scars,” he says, slowly, “so long as they keep you safe.”
“Why!?” Xavier’s voice rises higher than it had yet, angry and tinged with desperation. “Why do you care this much? Do you have some kind of need to feel important? Do you get off on a job well done? What, are you hoping one day, I’ll jump into your arms like a grateful escaped prisoner!? Is that it?”
“No.”
“Then, what?”
Stanley rising to his feet serves to effectively silence Xavier. He pads forward on the rough wooden floors, stopping just in front of the shorter man and raising both hands to his face. He holds the soft jawline between his fingers as gently as he is capable of. One huge calloused thumb brushes across the swell of his cheek.
“Because,” Stanley murmurs, swallowing thickly. “I care for you.”
Xavier’s awe twists hard into sour disdain. He takes hold of Stanley’s wrists, pushing them away forcefully.
“Get your hands off of me.” he says. “This is so not the time for humor.”
Stanley starts a rapidly weakening excuse as Xavier steps past him, laying down onto the bed. Throwing himself, really. He presses his face into the raggedly sewn pillow, hand grasping the blanket tight. Stanley frowns in pity. Xavier’s knees are pulled up to his chest, the curve of his ass visible beneath the clinging fabric of his robes. Everything about him is delicate, soft and practical. Offset completely by the immense power of the magic he holds. Stanley is quite possibly drawn closer by this, coming to sit on the edge of the bed beside him.
“I’m sorry.” He says, mournfully low. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Regardless. You did.” Xavier is muffled by the pillow.
“How can I make it up to you?”
“Oh, stop.” He raises his head from the pillow some to look at Stanley. The tears at the corners of his eyes are the saddest thing the man’s ever seen. “You think I’m just a child.”
“I don’t,” Stanley slips off of the bed to kneel beside it, eye-to-eye with Xavier. “I think that you’re strong and confident, and well educated. The magic you control terrifies me. That is why I want you to stay safe. There aren’t many skilled mages left in our world, and I think that it would be tragic if I let one as magnificent as you slip through my fingers.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“I won’t lie to you.”
Xavier considers this for some time. His eyes, an electric glittering blue, cut a hole into Stanley’s heart that wasn’t there before. His hand comes up again, slower than before, to test. He wipes at the one fallen tear gingerly. It smears across Xavier’s cheek, uncovering the barest hint of a smile.
It becomes clear in that time to Stanley that he won’t say anything. Not that there’s much to say, anyways. Xavier’s thin fingers have come up to rest over the knuckles on Stanley’s hand, and they curl around the back to grasp it and lift it closer. He uses it to sort of pull himself up and away from the pillow, rising up slowly and leaning further in.
They meet halfway in an exhilarating kiss.
Xavier’s tongue is slick and pliable, edging its way in ever so insistently. Stanley exhales a contented sigh through his nose, pulling the other man closer by his chin and deepening their kiss. A hand suddenly touches at Stanley’s shoulder. Xavier’s fingers tighten into the fabric of his undershirt. It’s soaked in sweat and dried river mud, and neither of them can wait for it to be removed.
They watch each other undress silently, all the while ignoring the bustling of the inn outside of their door. Stanley drops his chainmail in a jingling pile off of the side of the bed, his undershirt following, covering the metal over like a tarp. His tanned skin is obscured some by smatterings and tangles of hair growing in any and all possible places. Xavier traces a hand through the dense fur on his chest, dragging his fingers down through the line it draws to his groin. The hair there is thicker, somehow darker, and makes his mouth water. His focus is broken by Stanley’s hand redirecting his own down to the bed. Stanley pulls with purpose at the sash holding his robes together, sitting back on his legs when the knot finally gives. He unfolds Xavier’s robes open like a book that he just can’t wait to read. Those soft blue pages fall open onto the bed, revealing fine smooth skin peppered with freckles. Stanley can’t resist, and bends down to run his tongue up the swell of Xavier’s chest. He lets out a breath and coos, head lagging to the side as Stanley’s tongue stops at his neck. It’s accompanied by a kiss, a breath, and the distinct feel of teeth pressing just into the vulnerable side of his throat. Xavier gasps, fingers tightening around his hip.
Stanley’s large hands continue to work beneath the guise of his lips, pulling at the waist of Xavier’s trousers and tugging them down to his thighs. He looks down between them. He sees the head of his own cock, masked by foreskin, very near to Xavier’s. He dwarfs the other man considerably, in many aspects, but this one the most obvious. He drags his hips down.
“Oh,” Xavier sighs, feeling Stanley’s cock slide up against his. He bucks his hips upward, his flat stomach brushing against the solid ripple of Stanley’s. “Gods. Stanley, please.”
“Please, what, my dear?” Stanley asks, honestly.
“Touch me.”
He can’t say no to a request like that.
Stanley’s hand wraps around both of their cocks, hardly able to make it the whole way because of his own. He strokes once, twice, spreading precum from them both across their lengths. He’s obsessed with the feeling of Xavier’s gasps ghosting across his ear.
“Do we still have the oil?” Stanley finally asks.
“My bag.” Xavier groans, soft and lovely. He moves to get up before Stanley can do it first. Crawling out from beneath him, he sits on his knees to reach over the side of the bed to retrieve the vial.
As he digs almost frantically into the largest pocket, he feels Stanley’s hands grasp firmly onto his ass. The thumbs spread his cheeks wide. His soft hum peaks to a cry as a flat tongue sweeps across his entrance.
“Stanley…!” He’s breathless as the man tongues at him. “Filthy. So filthy.”
There’s only more pressure on his ass as the tongue presses into him. Lapping at his hole, opening him up, their course has been set. Xavier hands the glass bottle back to him, the translucent yellow-green oil sloshing around inside. Stanley sits up on his knees and pulls the cork from the bottle with his teeth. Where this oil came from, he has no exact knowledge. He pours a liberal amount directly onto Xavier. The man stays on his knees, cheek pushed into the bedding, heart beating in his ears as the oil is spread over his ass. How they got to this point is all a blur to him. The oil drips down from his hole, and Stanley palms absently at his balls. His other hand works dexterously to finger Xavier open. The man gasps with every extra finger inserted, rubbing insistently at his insides and scissoring to stretch him out. All coherent thought is out the window.
“Stanley,” Xavier pants, looking up as best as he can. “Stanley. I need…”
“I know. I know,” the larger man kisses delicately at Xavier’s tailbone before sitting back to look at the sight before him. Legs spread, ass swaying in the air, soaked and slick and open. His cock hangs flushed and heavy beneath. Stanley gives it a few sympathetic strokes, rising up behind Xavier to ready himself. He tugs at both of them with one hand each, spreading the oil evenly. He takes a second to pour a bit extra onto himself, figuring there can’t really be too much.
“Are you ready?” Stanley asks, placing both hands on Xavier’s hips.
“Do it. Please. Give it to me.” Xavier cries dumbly into the blankets, fisting his hands into the fabric, eyes squeezed shut. The sight of him begging like that will never get old, Stanley decides, and promptly lines up with his entrance.
At the first push of Stanley’s cock, Xavier’s eyes fly wide open. One of the hands at his hips keeps him from bucking back and forth, and he relents to stuttery moans instead. He’s held in place and defenseless against the onslaught of that massive dick. The head works its way in suddenly, and he sobs weakly into the bed. Time stops, for just a few moments, as Stanley slides his cock the rest of the way in. Xavier struggles to regain his breath. Stanley lets his out, relieved as he sinks into the tight heat of his virgin ass.
“Hey,” Stanley mumbles from somewhere behind him. “It’s okay. That’s all of it. That’s it.”
“You’re so big,” Xavier whispers, almost in awe. “I can’t. It won’t…”
“It will.” He’s already reaching for the remainder of the oil. “I promise. We can stop any time, okay?”
Xavier only forces out a noise in response, hiding his face once again. He’s too overwhelmed to ask to continue, and too prideful to say stop. He’s well and truly stuck.
Stanley ignores the swell of pride in his gut and pulls back slowly, oiling up the length of his cock until it drips onto the bedding. Slow once again, he pushes back into Xavier. Part of him can’t wait to just fuck with unashamed abandon, but he silences it as soon as it occurs to him. Xavier’s comfort is worth more to him than that.
Pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back in, he repeats this motion several times. He watches Xavier’s shoulders all the while to gauge his reactions. The redhead still has his face hidden to muffle his cries and disguise his flushed and red cheeks. Eventually, his shoulders fall, arms relaxing. A particularly deep move releases a full and deep moan, as opposed to the short and chopped ones he’d been giving. Stanley moves like that again in response, and he relaxes further.
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
Their brief conversation sparks Stanley to keep going. He increases his pace, still just as deep, moving in until he feels his own balls nudge against Xavier’s. The noises below him spur him to go even faster. Stanley rolls his hips, bending over the other man’s back as he fucks harder.
Xavier cries out at the tingling spreading beneath his skin and over his shoulder blades, worsening as Stanley’s hands come to wrap around his chest. He tugs at Xavier’s nipples, the feeling going straight to his cock. Another bead of precum dribbles out, quickly swiped away by the blankets beneath them. Stanley stretches him wide, fucking into him hard, leaning over his back and holding him down further. Xavier’s moans get louder, more encouraging. The tingling is all over now.
“I’m so- Gods, I’m so close.” Xavier sobs, gasping at the lewd sounds of Stanley’s hips slapping against his ass. Close to what, he didn’t know. But the mounting pleasure in his gut was enough of an indication. It felt like the same underlying fire as panic, but he wanted it. He wanted it bad.
“Come on.” Stanley growls closer to his ear. “Come on, gorgeous. Come for me.”
“Oh my Gods.” Xavier lets his head fall back down to the blankets, moans silenced in his throat by the shock of one particular thrust. It’s deep, like it’s pressing into his stomach, and immediately followed by more of the same. He makes a very undignified squeak. It causes Stanley to go even faster.
“Please, Stanley, I’m so- I’m so…”
“Yeah. Yeah, let me hear it.”
They were both talking gibberish, and they knew it. Xavier’s only got worse as he came. Babbling complete nonsense, riding through his orgasm, painting the blankets with thin stripes as Stanley continued to fuck him. He slowed down some, sure, and finally pulled out. He rolls Xavier onto his side, then onto his back. The other man has gone limp and does nothing to object.
Stanley pulls his legs back up and positions them more open than they were. He gets a good look at Xavier’s face as he thrusts back into his ass. His cheeks bright red and freckles nearly hidden by the blush, splotching all the way down to his shoulders and up to the tips of his pointed ears. His eyes are half-lidded, tongue up front and center in his open mouth as he pants. His cock drools the last little bit of cum onto his stomach, misplaced and swaying with the force of Stanley’s hips.
He seems a long way off from coming, which concerns Xavier to some degree. His hands reach up weakly to wrap around Stanley’s shoulders, and the man dips down to kiss him. The slapping gets louder and more pronounced this way, Xavier’s ass more open to him. Stanley moves his hands under Xavier’s lower back, lifting him some, giving him a better vantage point to fuck deeper. Xavier lets out a gutteral groan at this.
It takes Stanley five more minutes to cum. Pistoning relentlessly in and out of Xavier, keeping him held up like a ragdoll, pumping cum deep into his ass. He wonders distantly how far up it had gone. When he pulls out, finally, there’s only a bit frothed up onto the length of his cock. He sits back and actually watches for any to come dribbling out.
“Stanley,” Xavier pants, exhausted. He makes no move to do anything but breathe.
“I love your ass.” He mumbles idly. Xavier lets his head fall back onto the blankets once again, arms laying limp at his sides. He tightens up again, tensing as Stanley’s finger digs into his hole. Fingering him shallowly and withdrawing a wad of stringy cum. He feels it being wiped back onto his hole as more comes dripping out. Xavier lays an arm over his face, embarrassed.
“Don’t look at it.” He says, quietly. Stanley obeys and moves up to lay beside him.
They stay like that for some time. Xavier curls into Stanley’s chest, and Stanley holds him tight, almost as an apology for fucking him senseless. They both debate on their own time how often this reward system will come into play.
Xavier decides that, if it’s going to be like this every time, then maybe he’d like Stanley to insult him more often.

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The weekend passed quickly with Little Piggy excited and curious about what would happen next in her life. The experiences from last week left her dazed. She started wearing pantie liners daily to keep from messing her clothes with her juices. She cleaned up every part of her body, her face, hair, the little folds around her pussy and the ass pucker between her legs. She wanted to be ready when she went in for detention.

Monday after school she arrived at Mr. Newnen’s office. He led her into his private office and sat her down in an old school desk he had. He told her they would get started in a moment. He was waiting for something. She suspected it was Coach Gray. Coach said he would meet her here to work out the lessons. The room was quiet as Mr. Newnen corrected class papers all the while looking up at her every so often.

She was starting to squirm in the stiff little desk. Mashing her little pea into the hard seat. She felt her folds start to burn and was glad she had a pantie liner on. She sat up and rubbed her folds against the wood seat. ‘Are you comfortable LP? Can I get you anything?’ he said leaning back in his chair. She went flush and shook her head, ‘No.’

‘Are you sure? Maybe you would like to sit under my desk. You find that enjoyable don’t you?’ LP quivered and looked at him with questioning eyes. ‘Don’t you want to? You seemed to want it last week. Or, was that a mistake?’ He pushed his chair away from the desk. LP was just about to get up when they heard the door in the classroom open. ‘We’re in here Gray.’ he shouted.

Coach Gray walked in to the private office and greeted Mr. Newnen. ‘Well, what should be done with this one? What should we do?’ Coach posed. Mr. Newnen looked at LP and said she was just going to show him what happened last week. ‘Isn’t that right LP?’ he stood up and dropped his pants down to his ankles. LP’s mouth dropped open. ‘Well,’ he said ‘don’t just sit there. Show Mr. Gray what you and Tommy were doing in my classroom last week. What you showed me last week.’

LP shot up out of her desk as her folds twitched and she went flush. She walked toward his desk and started to climb under his desk when he said, ‘Do it right. Take off your panties please.’ Coach watched intently as she slid off her panties and handed them to Mr. Newnen. As she crawled under the desk Coach Gray could see her bare buns appear from under her skirt.

Newnen sat in his chair and slid partway in. LP could see his dick just like before, laying on the chair seat between his hairy legs. ‘Go on,’ he urged, ‘show him. From what Coach Gray has told me, you have no need to be shy.’ She walked forward on all fours placing her chin on the edge of his chair and sliding forward to scoop up his cock into her mouth. She stopped and took a deep breath.

She could feel his dick growing and filling her mouth and stretching her jaw. ‘Get on with it. Lot’s to get through today.’ he said pushing his cock forward. She was caught a mid-breath when his dick pierced her throat. Her body shook and she leaned forward taking more of his meat. He thrust his waist forward driving it halfway in. Again she shook and snorted. gaziantep lezbiyen Coach Gray leered with a smile.

She wanted it all. She could feel it harden in her throat as he rocked his chair back and forth pumping the cock in and out. She pushed again getting closer to his waist. He rocked the chair and pulled it closer to the desk driving his waist right to her nose. ‘There, you see Coach Gray. Nothing to it.’ he said patting LP on the top of the head.

‘Now,’ he said rolling his chair back a sliding his dick out of LP’s hungry mouth, ‘you were going to show me what you did under the bleachers with those boys. Coach Gray?’ She looked at his dick with envy. She wasn’t done yet, or he wasn’t done yet. She crawled out from under the desk and wobbled to stand. She looked around at the floor.

‘Hop up here.’ said Coach Gray pointing to the desk she was just under, ‘Take off your skirt first.’ She was breathing hard and her heart raced. Her dress dropped to the floor and she sat on the edge of the desk and lay back. Her head just hanging off the far side. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again she could see that huge hot dog of Coach Gray.

She instinctively opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Coach Gray chuckled a lewd laugh and Little Piggy swallowed hard. Gray placed the tip of his dick in her open mouth. She wiggled and slurped at it trying to get it into her mouth. Coach pushed it in right to her throat opening and paused. She could feel it pulsing, growing and stretching her jaw wider. LP swallowed hard again and the tip popped into her throat. Then Coach just pushed it right in.

She went limp and shook all over. Gray pulled his dick most of the way out and then with one smooth stroke pushed it back in. She shook again and again. Then she suddenly felt someone licking her folds and pucker. Mr. Newnen was between her little legs, spreading them apart and smearing his tongue all over her burning tingling folds.

Coach Gray kept pumping in and out driving LP into spasms and gyrations. While Mr. Newnen licked and sucked on her folds and her little pea. The sensations were lighting her up. Coach pumping down her throat, Mr. Newnen driving his tongue all over her sensitive skin. This went on until Coach suddenly pulled out and Mr. Newnen backed away.

Little Piggy was still shaking and catching her breath when she heard Mr. Newnen say, ‘Coach, did you bring the training belt?’ What was that she thought. What were they going to do now. ‘Yes. It’s right here.’ he replied. Mr. Newnen continued, ‘Get up young lady. Your wasting time.’ LP could barely think let alone walk. She rolled to one side, dizzy and shaky.

Coach picked her up and stood her on her wobbling legs. ‘Here.’ he said handing her the weird contraption. There were two straps connected together. One of the straps had two little fingers attached to it. It had a buckle which she assumed was the front. ‘You will wear this when you come tomorrow. We’ll show you how to put it on. Then it is your responsibility to clean it and wear it.’

Mr. Newnen opened the buckle and slid it up one of her legs. Then he lifted it to her waist and the two fingers poked her pussy folds and little ass pucker. He positioned one at the entrance to her pucker and one at her folds. ‘You see, it fits like this.’ and with that he pushed up with his mighty hand driving both of the little fingers into her. Her legs shook but Mr. Newnen kept holding them into place. ‘Then you buckle it like this. Nice and tight so it doesn’t come loose and make a mess. You see?’ She moaned yes.

He tightened the straps to ensure a snug fit. ‘You’ll wear this under your panties. Do you understand?’ LP nodded. ‘Now put your panties on and go sit in your desk.’ said Coach Gray. She did as she was told and felt the two fingers moving around in her. It made her shake with each step and when she sat down it drove them home. She gasped and rolled her eyes.

‘That’s all for today, unless you need something more.’ Mr. Newnen and Coach Gray were standing in front of her with their stiff cocks sticking out. She opened her mouth and leaned forward. Mr. Newnen moved forward first, ‘Do you want this?’ he said pointing to his dick just inches from her face. She nodded her head and leaned forward further. ‘See Coach, she’s a quick learner.’ he said moving close enough for her to wrap her mouth around his cock.

‘That’s it. You want more of it?’ he teased. She wiggled her ass on the hard chair and thrilled to the sensation of the fingers moving around in her. Then she took a breath and nodded again. Now Mr. Newnen didn’t waste any time and slid it in and out a couple times before pushing it all down her throat. Little Piggy shook and jerked as he pushed it in and out, faster and faster until he squirted. ‘Is that what you wanted young lady?’ Again she nodded as she swallowed.

He pulled out and stepped out of the way and Coach Gray replaced him. His bigger cock slipped right in and he pumped furiously making her jump and squirm on the training belt with its fingers pressing in to her pucker and folds. This was making her flush and sweat and soak her pantie liner. He kept pumping her throat with his huge dick until she was ready to pass out.

She was losing control and her head flopped around. Coach Gray steadied her head and continued pumping, ‘You can do it LP. Just a little more.’ Then he started squirting. She could feel his cock head surge every time he squirted. ‘That’s it. Doesn’t that feel better now?’ he said with that nasty chuckle. She nodded limply. He slowly pulled his meat free and set her head down on the desk.

Little Piggy was breathing heaving but smiled. Her sore lips and jaw a sign of her efforts. Her weak legs could barely hold her up as Coach lifted her from her desk and walked her to the door. He handed her skirt to her and slapped her ass. Bringing another rush of tingling and shaking. ‘Remember young lady,’ he said with a chuckle, ‘same time tomorrow. Don’t be late.’

There she stood in the hallway, numb from the excitement. Drool on her chin and nose. She swallowed and cleared her throat. There was no other sound, no one around. With her skirt in her arms, wearing the training belt under her panties, her blouse askew she felt free somehow. She started to wobble down the hall. Each step sent light tingles up her spine. The walk home may be challenging.

At home she took off the training belt and cleaned it, washed her ass and vagina. She replayed the detention in her mind. Those big dicks were hers. She asked for them and they gave it to her. She was full from their offerings and not the worse for wear. Then she looked at the belt again. Was she supposed to wear it until she saw them tomorrow, or just put it on before she went there? They didn’t say. She thought to herself, ‘If I get to have those cocks again tomorrow, I’ll wear it all night.’

She slobbered on the fingers and stepped into the belt. Sliding it up and pushing them into place. This made her groan and shake a little. The sensations filled her body. Amazing what those two little fingers felt like stuffed up in her pussy and little ass pucker. Everything she did that afternoon was colored with little sensations from the training belt. When she bent down or lifted her leg up it drove the fingers in and out.

When she finally went to bed she calmed down and hardly noticed the fingers. She lay there quietly wondering what tomorrow will bring. Mr. Newnen’s friendly manners made her feel comfortable compared to Coach Gray’s gruff words and actions which excited her but left her uncertain. Their dicks however kept her wondering.

She awoke to her dad snoring and instinctively started to get out of bed. The training belt and fingers still buried between her legs had been unnoticed until then. She groaned a little as she made her way into her father’s room. She nudged him and he rolled over to his side. She stood there contemplating a quick hot dog snack. She shuttered and her folds tingled. She bent down to get on all fours and felt the finger press into her ass which made her gasp.

She rooted her head under the sheet to his dick and sucked it greedily into her mouth and down her throat. Her lips pressed to his waist hair. She sniffed in his smells as she breathed. She arched her back sending a shock from the fingers of the training belt up her spine. This caused her to move her tongue and swallow. Now his dick started to swell pushing itself down further and making her folds burn.

She moved back pulling the head up into her mouth then ran her tongue over the tip. The fingers moving in her. Then she rocked forward forcing him all the way down. She felt him twitch and his hips thrust sending her into orbit. She shook and wiggled. The fingers in one end and her dad’s cock in the other. She pulled back and pushed in again.

Her father groaned and ground his hips forward. So, she did it again in quick succession. She was reeling and felt wobbly. But she wouldn’t be dissuaded. Her pace increased and she was awash with the memories of the day. Those big cocks slamming into her throat. She shook again and wiggled her hips to stimulate the fingers of her trainer.

Then she realized her father was stirring and stopped with her face buried in his waist hairs. He made a final push and squirted down her throat. It felt so good, the cock deep in her and the feeling of him squirting over and over.

She slid off of him and waddled back to bed.

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This is a continuation of the Then series I wrote a few years ago, I forgot my password for here and no longer use my old email, so here we go.

I finally met up with Dan and we met for dinner right after I got off work. We made a lot of small talk, the whole time I was hornier than hell and he seemed like he had somewhere else to be. Finally his cell phone rang.

“Hello, this is Dan……..Yeah, I can work that out……….Ok…Yeah….I think so, I think it will work like we talked…sounds great, see you then.”

Then he told me that it was a business client and that he needed to go. “Look, it was good to see you again. I was hoping to talk to you about a few things and a business venture I am working on. I will be back in town late next week. How about we meet next Thursday night?”

I immediately jumped on the chance, secretly hoping he wanted to hook up. It was a long week at work and I thought Thursday would never arrive.

Finally Thursday night arrived and I met Dan at the same restaurant. It was packed, so we ended up at the bar for a few drinks.

Finally Dan said “Listen, we can’t talk in here, how about you come back to my hotel room.” I did not need to be asked twice and I followed him down the road to his hotel. The whole time wondering how I could ask him if he still liked cock. In the elevator I found out.

As soon as the door closed on the elevator he turned to me. “So, I can tell you still like cock. Are you hungry?” I confessed I was hoping this would happen and he just smiled at me.

Once in his room, Jim stripped and told me to do the same. The first thing I noticed was the fact that his cock and balls were shaved, making his large cock look even bigger than I remembered. He climbed up on one of the king sized beds and positioned himself diagonally toward the small desk in his room.

I thought nothing of it and eagerly climbed on the bed when he said, Well, here you go” as he held his semi-erect penis to me. Soon I was licking his shaft and stroking him hard, all the while he was directing my efforts.

“No, get on my right side.” “:Yeah, that’s it, now lick my shaft” “Now, take it deep.” I thought nothing of it, enjoying his dominance and sucking a cock again.

I couldn’t deep throat him, but I was doing my best to please him. Then he had me shift positions and I thought we were going to 69, instead he played with my cock as I sucked his. Then he took my precum gaziantep suriyeli escort on his fingers and began to message my anus, asking me when the last time I was fucked was.

“Not since the last time we hooked up.” With that he forced two fingers into my anus.

“Well then, I need to loosen you up a little.” Then two fingers turned into three fingers. All the while, he kept telling me to take him deeper. “I want your throat bitch.”

Then suddenly he told me to get on my knees on the floor. ” No, next to the bed, now turn this way. Ok, hands behind your back. Before I fuck your ass, your mouth gets it.”

I was loving his forcefulness, it reminded me of my first real male lover, Jim. Dan stepped up to me and told me to open my mouth. Sliding his manhood in, he held my head in place and slid about half his cock in. Then he said, “Tonight I am going to make you my bitch. This is your last chance to stop it, and I mean it. After this your ass is mine.”

I was so turned on and I thought I knew Dan well enough that I consented by taking him deeper in my mouth. ‘Your choice.” was his reply as he forced more of his cock in my mouth. Then he pulled out until just the head was in and then he drove in again gagging me. Without stopping he started to fuck my mouth. Soon I was taking him all the way in, tears running down my face.

Then suddenly, and thankfully, he stopped, told me to get up on the bed, on my back and pull my knees to my chest.

“Now, it’s time to fuck your sweet ass.” And without missing a beat, he slid his cock deep in me. It hurt so much, and I knew it had been a while, but I was not prepared for that. I let out a small scream.

“Shut up, butch, unless you want me to go back to fucking your mouth.” I shook my head no and he began to fuck me hard. It took a few minutes but pain turned to pleasure. “You like that don’t you?” I nodded and moaned my approval.

Then after a few more minutes he told me it was my turn to do some work. I thought he meant that I would fuck him, but then he told me to turn around on the bed and get on my hands and knees. Then he fucked me a few strokes and told me to fuck his cock.

I began to pump back on and off his cock. We did this for a few minutes, then he had me lay on my stomach, then he really fucked me hard. I felt my own cock exploded under me as he continued his assault. Finally, he thrusting became erratic and I felt him cum deep in my ass.

He pumped me a few more times, then he continued to lay on me as he cock when limp inside me. Then he climbed off me and said it was shower time and asked me to join him. In the shower he asked me how I liked my first taste of cock in twenty years and my first ass fucking. I told him it was great and that I wouldn’t mind hooking up again. He just smiled.

“Well truthfully, I was hoping for a another session tonight. And you did agree to be my bitch.”

With that he led me by the hand from the shower back to the edge of the bed. Then he pushed down on my shoulders and I went to my knees. I grabbed his semi erect cock and began licking his head.

“No hands, bitch.” Then he began to put his cock down my throat, when I put a hand on his thigh he said, “I guess we need to do something about those hands.” With that he walked over to the desk in the room and messed around a minute then produced a pair of hand cuffs. Quickly he cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he went back to fucking my mouth.

He would slide out until just the head was in my mouth, then thrust in deep. Soon I was gagging as he drove in all the way, his balls slapping his chin. Once again tears streaming down my face. “Only a cockslut would be a hard as you.” He hissed. Then he told me to get on the bed, face down with my ass in the air. “No face this way”

Then he climbed up on the bed and fucked me like a rag doll. He fucked my this way for about ten minutes. Then he un-cuffed me and had me roll over on my back, and then I got ten more minutes before he had us change again. This time he laid down on the bed and I climbed on top of him. Lowering my stretched ass on his cock.

I rode him that way for a few minutes. Then Dan told me to jack off while he fucked me. I did and it did not take long to explode between Dan’s legs. Then he told me to get back on the floor, on my knees.

He got up and walked over to me and without even thinking I opened my mouth to receive the cock that was just in my ass. He told me to suck it good and I began to drive my mouth up and down his shaft, licking him as I went. Soon he held my face just inches from his manhood as he climaxed all over my face.

Then he rubbed his cock on my face. “That’s a good start, my cock bitch. Now I expect you back here first thing in the morning, 7 am. And I want that cock and your balls shaved.”

I was stunned, work was about 45 minutes from here, how the hell was I going to pull that off. But before I could protest I realized he had my clothes. I got up to ask him what he was doing and as he throw my clothes in the hallway he said in a loud voice. “I’m throwing a cocksucker out of my room!”

As I passed him to get my clothes, he hissed, “You’d better fucking do what I told you to do!” and then he slammed the door.

Here I was, naked in a hotel hallway with fresh cum on my face, shocked. I could hear the elevator moving and I quickly gathered my clothes up and darted for the stairs, where I quickly dressed. The whole drive home I tried to piece together what had just happened, but couldn’t. All I knew was, that it made me very horny. When I got home, I finally realized his cum was dried on my face. As I jumped in the shower, I grabbed my razor. Once I finished shaving, got out of the shower dried off and admired my now hairless cock. Soon I was beating off, remembering the forcefulness Dan had used earlier. When I climaxed, it was like the spell was broken and I asked myself why did I do that? I had no answer. I cleaned up the bath room and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up at 6:30 and thought I have just enough time to get back over to see Dan. Then I stopped myself. Like hell I thought, I have an 8am meeting that I can’t be late to. So I went to work, didn’t even bother to call or text Dan, I figured I knew he would try to convince me to come anyways. I was right.

At 8:05 I get a text from Dan, “Where the FUCK were you?”

“Sorry, I forgot about an important meeting.”

“Yes you did, with some cock!”

Again Dan had stunned me, here I was at work and this was coming over my phone, in our main conference room. Suddenly I felt like every one could read my mind.

“You did agree to be my bitch didn’t you?”

I could feel my cock stir, as my boss kept talking about sale figures and budgets.

Then Dan sent, “Is your bosses cell number 555-555-1234?”

I was horrified, he had my bosses number.

“Think he would like to see this?” and then there was a picture of me sucking Dan’s cock, except you couldn’t see Dan’s face, but you could see mine.

“Be here at lunch time or we find out” with another picture attached. This time it was obvious I was getting fucked. We were facing a camera that should have been so clear to me. A look of pleasure on my face, my lover’s face hidden.

My reply was one of beaten submission, Ok, stop I will be there.”

I knew I was in trouble, I just didn’t realize what Dan was setting me up for.

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The next morning I woke up in bed by my self, my cock was hard and the bed sheets were like cardboard.
I got out of bed, slipped some jeans on and went to the toilet, Katie’s door was open and her room was empty. I hope she didn’t know about me fucking her friend.

I went down stairs and into the kitchen, Katie was there making breakfast.
“morning Richy” she said
I looked at her, puzzled to why she called me this
“Here’s your breakfast”
she placed a full English on the table in front of me.

She was wearing a pair of white pajama bottoms and a tight white t-shirt, here hard nipples poked through like radio antennas.
I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra or and panties.
“where’s your friend” I asked her as I tucked into my breakfast
“oh she’s gone to the shop” Katie said as she wiped down the counter.
She went over to the sink which had some plates and pans in what she had used and began to wash them.
“they can go in the dish washer you know” I said, my eyes were fixed on her ass as her pajamas hugged it so tight.
“I don’t like using that thing” she said and continued to wash up.
I finished my breakfast and handed her the plate, she pushed it into the sink flat so it pushed the water out.
“aw, I’m soaked now” she said turning to face me.
Her whole crotch area was soaked, her white pajama bottoms were now see through, her pussy was as clear as day.
She saw me looking but I wasn’t bothered, I just stood there and looked.
Katie smiled at me then splashed me with some water.
I grabbed a cup full of water out of the sink and chased her into the living room with it; she fell onto the floor laughing as I climbed on top of her and poured the water onto her perfectly round tits. Her t-shirt went see through and her hard nipples poked against it.
I quickly got off her so as not to upset her.
She stood up in front of me and wrapped her arms around me
“You want to fuck me like you fucked Kelly don’t you” she said with a smile.
My mouth opened but no words came out
“Its ok I won’t tell mum” she said kissing me wetly.
I pulled her wet top over her tits then slid her wet pajama bottoms down as far as I could. She un-buttoned my jeans and they dropped down, allowing my stiff cock to stick out.
Katie’s pussy rubbed against the tom of my cock, we broke the kiss and quickly climbed out of our clothes.
Katie pushed me onto the sofa and immediately began to suck my cock.
Yes, daddy, your cock is huge she murmured as she franticly sucked on my cock.
Mmm daddy, cum in my mouth, I want to taste your hot sticky jism.
My balls tightened and I shot my load in Katie’s mouth, it dribbled out and down her neck. She finished sucking my cock and wiped off what was on her neck.

She bent over the sofa next to me, her moist pussy glistened in the light as it stuck out from her parted thighs. I stood up behind her and rubbed the head of my cock up her wet cunt slit before pushing it in. her pussy was so tight, I thought she was a virgin it was so tight but all 8 inches of my cock went in her snatch. The sensation was great, my cock ripped up the sides of her tight love tunnel as I slammed it in and out, nudging her forwards with every push.
Suddenly the door opened and Kelly walked in, she stood at the door frozen to the spot, I froze for a moment until I realized who it was and continued to fuck my step-daughters tight, hot, wet snatch.
“Don’t just stand there” Katie said as I slammed my prick into her “come here so I can lick that luscious hot pussy of yours”.
Kelly rushed to the couch, she was wearing a short dress which she quickly slipped off, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath gaziantep swinger so she positioned her self on the sofa and Katie tucked in, burying her tongue in Kelly’s cunt.

Katie soon came, her girl cum filled her pussy and pushed against my cock, her pussy was so tight there was no room for it to come out the sides when my big fat cock was in so I pulled out and buried my head in her soaked pussy as she continued to squirt her cum all over. When her orgasm finished I sat on the other sofa and watched the 2 girls pleasure each other.
Katie ran upstairs and was soon back down with a hand full of toys.
They both sat on the floor and put their pussy’s together, they grinded pussy’s for a couple of minutes then Kelly picked up a big double ended dildo, they both took 1 end and slipped it up their wet cunt’s then franticly fucked each other with it. They then changed positions so they were now ass to ass and pushed their hips back so their asses were slapping off each others.
I sat on the sofa, slowly rubbing my stiff barge pole of a cock.
“Oh Katie, fuck my ass with that strap on” Kelly said, pointing to the strap on.
Katie pulled the dildo from her pussy and put the strap-on on then squirting some Astroglide onto the strap on and onto Kelly’s ass and began to push the dildo bit into her ass. Kelly was screaming with pleasure.
AW BABY, FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT STRAP-ON, FUCK IT GOOD she screamed.
I noticed that the strap on had a big hole where Katie’s cunt was, her pussy lips were pulled apart, I knelt down behind her and pushed her forward so she was lay on Kelly’s back then slipped my cock up her tight pussy, I fucked her hard, slamming my dick into her tight snatch, making her slam the strap-on up Kelly’s ass. It wasn’t very synchronized but it was working.
“Oh, Richy, fuck my pussy” Kelly moaned
I took my cock out of Katie’s wet cunt and offered it to Kelly, she sucked Katie’s pussy juice from it then I slid under her and guided my cock into her love snatch. She kissed me wetly, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth as she moaned in pleasure.
Her head shot back and her whole body tensed up, her pussy exploded in a river of girl cum, it shot out around my cock and sprayed all over my balls, Katie quickly pulled out the strap on and began to lick the cum from my balls and from around Kelly’s pussy.
I took my cock out and slid back up to Kelly’s head, she sucked her cum from my cock as Katie licked the cum from her cunt.
“Ahh that was great” Kelly said as she stood up, her cum dribbled down the inside of her thigh.
“I think its Katie’s go now” she said, winking at me.

Katie smiled and asked if I would fuck her up the ass.
“yeah honey, anything for you” I said and sat on the edge of the sofa.
Katie came over with the bottle of Astroglide, put some on her palm and rubbed it on my cock. I took the bottle and told her to bend over, her lovely round ass cheeks parted to reveal her tiny little ass hole, I squirted some of the Astroglide on her ass which made her gasp.
“Ohh, that felt good” she said
I pushed the Astroglide into her ass with 1 finger then threw the bottle aside.
“Sit down” I said spanking her ass
“Ohh, yes master” she said and slowly began to sit on my huge stiff cock.
The head of my cock was in her ass, it was as tight as her cunt.
She continued to sit down until the entire length of my cock was up her tight hot ass.
I lay back and so did Katie, she lifted her legs up so I opened them even more, her ass gripped my cock tight and her pussy opened wide.
Kelly positioned the strap on and slid it in Katie’s cunt, I let go of her legs and she rapped them around Kelly’s hips.
I pushed my cock in and out of Katie’s ass whist Kelly fucked her pussy hard and fast.

AHH. FUCK ME, FUCK MY CUNT AND ASS, FUCK THEM HARD YES Katie screamed
My cock twitched in Katie’s ass and my balls tightened.
“CUM IN MY ASS DADDY, CUM IN MY SWEET HOT ASS” Katie said
I fucked her ass hard until I came, filling her ass with my hot sticky cum.
“AHH, FUCK IM CUMING” Katie screamed.
Kelly stopped fucking her with the strap-on and began to rub her clit franticly and licking her pussy lips. “Cum you dirty bitch” she said as she continued to rub Katie’s cunt.

Katie’s cum squirted out of her pussy and into Kelly’s waiting mouth as I pounded away at her ass, stream after stream squirted out, I reached around and got a fair amount on my hand, had a taste and offered it to Katie who sucked it from my fingers hungrily.
“You taste like your mother” I said to her
“Yum, maybe I’ll have to taste her and see for my self.” She said
“Id like to see that” I said as Katie slowly climbed of my stiff cock.
They both kneeled in front of me and licked the cum and ass flavor off my cock.

I sat back on the sofa to get my breath back, Katie and Kelly lay on the floor next to each other, top to tail.
They began to suck each others toe’s and were soon fingering each others pussies again.
I watched as they both began to put more fingers in each others pussies, Kelly got 3 in Katie’s before she told her to stop.
Kelly stopped and finger fucked Katie with 3 fingers but Katie was still getting more in Kelly’s cunt, 4 fingers, 4 and a thumb, Katie’s whole hand was now in Kelly’s snatch, all the way up to the wrist, Kelly was moaning in pure ecstasy, they stayed like this for about 10 minutes, fingering and fisting each other.
When they finished I said I was going to make some food, it was 3 o’clock now and none of us had been fed.
I couldn’t be bothered to make anything so I got out some ice cream, some strawberry syrup, and some squirty cream.

We ended up putting some on a body part and the other person had to lick or suck it off, I had ice cream on my balls which was freezing but soon warmed up by Kelly’s mouth, Katie licked strawberry syrup from Kelly’s tits and I licked the squirty cream from Katie’s pussy.

By the time we were finished we were covered in food so we decided to get a shower.
We took turns at washing each other.
I rubbed shower gel all over Katie’s body, running my hands down the front of her body whilst Kelly washed her back; I slipped 2 fingers in her pussy occasionally as I washed her golden blonde pubes.
Now it was Kelly’s turn, I washed her back and couldn’t resist fingering her hot ass, she grinded her pussy against Katie’s as my finger entered her ass.
Now it was my turn, both Kelly and Katie washed the same place, each taking a suck of my cock and my balls.
I looked at the shower gel, and laughed to my self, it was lynx. “Well I guess the lynx effect does work” I thought to my self as we rinsed off.
It took another half hour for us all to dry off, after fingering and sucking each other.
I went into my room and put on some shorts then went into Katie’s room, her and Kelly were sitting on the bed naked.
“You girls not getting dressed” I asked
“Yeah, but my bra’s are too small for Kelly, she’s a D”
“I’ve got just the thing” I said and brought her one of Claire’s bras.

“lets watch a movie daddy” Katie said
“ok” I agreed
we went down stairs and Katie put on a DVD, it was love actually. We all huddled up on the same sofa with a blanket over us and the fire on full. I was sitting in the middle with the girls either side of me.

A little way through the film Kelly and Katie started to rub each others pussy’s, I noticed so I took over, their cunt’s were hot, even through the thongs they were wearing and it wasn’t long before I could feel the wetness of their pussy’s.
They stood up and began to take off their thongs, swapped, then put the other persons on then sat down again. I went back to rubbing their cunt’s, rubbing the other girls pussy into their love snatch.

The movie ended at 10 past 8 and we decided to go upstairs, on the way up Katie whispered to me
“Shall we tie her up and fuck her”
“Ok” I said
We went into my room and Kelly lay on the bed first, I climbed on top of her and kissed her, as I kissed her I pushed her hands up to the headboard and Katie handcuffed her hands.
“How did you get them” I asked Katie, realizing they were Claire’s hand cuffs.
“I’ve known where they were for ages” she said and positioned her pussy over Kelly’s mouth.
I opened her legs wide so her pussy lips opened slightly and slid my cock in.
I fucked her hard straight away as she licked Katie’s wet pussy, I fucked her for a while then licked her pussy. Katie had came on her face and was now getting fingered up the ass.

I began to finger Kelly so I could get down to the bottom of the bed where there was another pair of hand cuffs. I got them and returned to licking Kelly’s clit.

I lay Katie on the bed next to Kelly and licked her cum soaked snatch as I fingered Kelly.
I made my way up so I was now kissing Katie and I quickly pushed her hand up the headboard and hand cuffed it.
I sat back and smiled at the two little beauties hand cuffed to my bed, if Claire was there it would be perfect.

I smiled and left the room and went down stairs for the Astroglide, when I came back up they were lying facing each other, kissing and fingering each other with their free hand.
“Hey” I shouted to them “you dirty little lesbian whores have been naughty little girls, haven’t you”
“Yes we have, punish us” they said together.
I climbed on the bottom of the bed and lifted their legs up to their heads so their pussy’s and ass holes were in the air.
I put Astroglide on each hand and rubbed it on and in their assholes as they held their legs up to their heads.
“Fuck my ass first” Kelly Said
“No…..fuck mine first” Katie said
“shut up you dirty little slut bags” I said, spanking their asses”
“ pick a hand, left or right, who ever gets the bottle goes first”
“right” Katie said
“left” Kelly said at the same time
“ it was in my left” sorry Katie
with that I slowly pushed my cock into Kelly’s ass and began to fuck away whilst Katie fingered Kelly’s wet pussy and I fingered Katie’s cunt.
It wasn’t long before Kelly came all over, a waterfall of cum shot into the air and back down.
I licked some of the cum up then moved onto Katie, my cock slid in her ass pretty easily and I was soon slamming my cock in her ass like a jackhammer. She came all over like Kelly did. I continued to fuck her ass for a few minutes longer until I was ready to cum.
“I’m going to cum babe” I warned her
“No….cum in my wet pussy……I want to feel your hot sticky cum in my tight cunt again.
I quickly swapped from her ass to her cunt and slammed my cock in and out until I came, filling her tight pussy with my cum, I pulled my cock out, the cum mixture trickled down to her gaping ass hole, I opened the hand cuffs and Kelly sucked hard on Katie’s pussy, keeping the cum mixture in her mouth whilst Katie sucked on my cock then Kelly’s pussy, they kissed, passing the cum between their mouths.

I lay there in my bed, my right hand fingering Kelly and my left hand fingering Katie until we all fell asleep.

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We won another football game on Thursday night, and I had another great game – 162 yards rushing and three touchdowns on offense, and 12 tackles and an interception that I ran back for a touchdown on defense. We won 42 – 7. I received a lot of attention from a lot of females at the after-game party. Patty was jealous, and Jeff was there but we stayed away from each other for most of the evening.

Friday night Patty and I went on another double date with Becky and her boyfriend. I had intended to end our relationship that evening, but while we were making out in the back seat of the car, Patty made me come for the first time giving me a hand job. It felt incredible, and she promised even more in the near future.

Saturday night Jeff and I had more and even better sex than the prior weekend. After my family went upstairs to bed, Jeff and I spread our sleeping bags on the family room floor and spent the night sucking each other. We actually started by making out, and kissing Jeff and having his tongue in my mouth was another sensation that really turned me on. We took turns performing oral on each other, and I came twice in Jeff’s mouth. Jeff came in my mouth once and when he was sucking me the second time he said he wanted to fuck me in the ass.

I was willing, and quickly got up on my hands and knees. Jeff moved around behind me and I felt his cock pressing against my asshole. We had no lubrication and really no idea how to go about accomplishing anal sex, other than him trying to bully his cock inside me. It didn’t work out – I couldn’t relax enough for Jeff to even get a small part of his cock inside me. We were both disappointed, but after Jeff came in my mouth again we discussed how best to go about anal sex and decided we would try again the following weekend. We spent most of the night pleasuring each other orally.

I had another good game the following Thursday night, rushing for 99 yards and three touchdowns, and I had 6 tackles on defense. My popularity was growing by leaps and bounds.

Friday night Patty and I went to a party at the lake and we ended up alone together in the cabin of a nice boat. We made out, fondled each other, and when I thought she was going to give me another hand job, she surprised me and gave me a blow job. I thought I had been confused before, but after I came in her mouth I had no idea what to think. It felt wonderful – as good as it did when I came in Jeff’s mouth. Then I ate Patty’s pussy, and the taste was incredible. Just before I had worked up my nerve to try and fuck her, another couple burst in and said it was their turn.

Saturday night Jeff slept over and this time we were ready to try anal sex again after everyone else went to bed. After about 15 minutes of deep kissing and fondling, Jeff opened the jar of Vaseline that I had procured while I arranged several pillows into a small mound under my stomach. Then I lay forward with my ass in the air and relaxed as much as possible. Jeff dipped his finger into the Vaseline and then smeared it on my asshole before sliding his finger deep inside me.

The feeling was absolutely incredible. I had never felt gaziantep escortlar anything like it, and I loved it instantly. Jeff worked his finger all the way into my ass and then moved it around. I was moaning and writhing with pleasure.

“Do you like it?” Jeff asked.

“I love it!” I replied. “Don’t stop!”

Jeff moved his finger around deep inside me, and then slid it in and out several times. The pleasure was intense, and I couldn’t wait to have his big cock inside me.

“Try to fuck me now,” I said over my shoulder.

Jeff withdrew his finger and smeared more Vaseline on his cock and stroked himself a few times to fully coat it.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Please fuck me,” I begged.

Jeff moved his cock until it pressed against my tight anus. He rubbed the head of his cock slowly up and down the crack of my ass a few times while telling me to relax. I was trying, but the excitement was making it hard to fully relax. Then Jeff pressed the head of his cock against my asshole again and began gently easing forward. I have mentioned before how Jeff has a long thin cock, but when the head of it pushed in past my tight sphincter, I thought I was being ripped in two.

“Stop!” I practically shouted. Jeff was startled and withdrew completely. I felt a tremendous sense of loss as he pulled his cock out of me. I wanted it in me.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t want you to pull out; I just wanted you to stop pushing in. Try again.”

Once again Jeff pressed his cock into my asshole, and this time when the head slid in it didn’t hurt as much. Jeff stopped on his own when he had the head inside me, and I relaxed as much as I could and enjoyed the sensation. I squeezed my ass muscles experimentally and Jeff moaned with pleasure.

“More,” I commanded, and Jeff slid forward another inch.

We both moaned with pleasure. I had never felt anything like the pleasure that was rippling through my body. My cock was leaking pre-cum and I felt light-headed.

“Keep going,” I whispered. “As much as you can, but slowly.”

Jeff continued pressing forward. The deeper he penetrated me, the more I relaxed. I wanted all of him inside me, but I knew that was unlikely. When Jeff reached some resistance, he stopped pushing.

“How much is in?” I asked.

“A lot,” Jeff replied. “I didn’t think I could get this much in. How does it feel?”

“It feels incredible,” I whispered. “See if you can get some more in.”

Jeff pushed forward again and I felt completely full.

“All but about two inches is in,” Jeff said when he once again encountered resistance.

“Okay,” I said. “Now pull out until only the head is in and then push it in again. Go slow.”

Jeff followed my direction and withdrew until only the head remained inside, then he pushed all the way forward and stopped again.

“Oh, my God!” Jeff moaned. “This feels so good!”

“Yes it does,” I responded. “Keep doing it just like that for a few minutes.”

So Jeff slowly withdrew again until only the head of his cock was inside me, and then pushed as far in as he could. After several thrusts I whispered for him to go a little faster, and he increased the speed of his thrusts until he had achieved a slow, steady, in and out rhythm that felt good for both of us. I began moving my hips back toward him as he thrust and I actually felt his cock slide deeper inside me. Jeff thrust like that maybe thirty times and then cried out that he was going to cum. I have never wanted anything as badly as I wanted his hot cum inside my ass.

“Cum inside me,” I commanded, and Jeff cried out and thrust deep inside me as his hot cum began jetting deep into my ass. The feeling was unbelievable. His warmth spread deep inside me and I noticed my cock was dripping what looked like cum. I didn’t think I’d had an orgasm, but I was leaking like crazy. Jeff was moaning with pleasure and his cock remained fully erect inside me. We stayed like that for several minutes and I gently squeezed his cock with my sphincter muscle, milking every drop of his sweet cum.

After a few minutes in that position, Jeff began to soften and pulled out of me. I stayed in the same position savoring the feeling of his cum inside me and enjoying the way my ass felt. I briefly thought of Patty and concluded that nothing she ever did to me would feel as good as what I had just experienced.

Jeff slapped my ass and said it was his turn. I was more than willing to return the favor, and we quickly changed positions. His ass looked so inviting I bent over and kissed his ass cheeks, then his asshole. Jeff moaned with pleasure so I flicked my tongue out and licked his opening once. Then I dipped my finger in the Vaseline and slowly inserted my index finger deep into his ass. I reached between his legs with my left hand and stroked his rapidly hardening cock while I explored his ass with my finger.

After several minutes Jeff indicated that he was ready. I scooped more Vaseline onto my cock. Then I moved up until my cock was pressed against his tight asshole. He relaxed and I pressed harder, until the head of my cock slipped inside his ass. Jeff cried out and I stopped moving as his sphincter adjusted around my thick head. I already loved the tightness and knew I was going to love ass fucking him.

When Jeff was ready I eased forward slowly, moving in a half-inch at a time until Jeff told me to stop. My cock was almost all the way inside of him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I loved the way his sphincter squeezed my cock. When Jeff was ready I slowly withdrew until only the head remained inside, then slowly slid back deep inside him. After a few minutes of slow pumping I built up to a steady rhythm, pounding deep inside him and I realized my cock was fully inside his ass. My balls slapped against his with each thrust. I fucked Jeff’s ass for about five minutes and then exploded inside of him. I spurted again and again deep inside his ass. Both of us were crying out with pleasure.

When I finished spurting, I kept my cock deep inside Jeff’s ass, savoring the feeling. I was still fully erect. I rubbed Jeff’s lower back and ass for several minutes and then pulled out of his tight ass. Jeff turned around and embraced me, and we kissed deeply.

“That was incredible,” I whispered into his ear. “Did you like it as much as I did?”

“Oh, yes!” Jeff replied. “I loved it.”

“Did you like fucking me or being fucked more?” I asked.

“I liked both, but I liked fucking you better.”

“That’s good,” I replied. “Because I liked getting fucked better.”

We laughed and kissed, then went into the bathroom and washed up. We had both ensured we were very clean before we started, but there was still a little mess on both of us. We took turns washing each others cocks with soap and water, and before long we were both horny again.

We were soon back on the floor and Jeff said he wanted me on my back this time. I lay down and arranged the pillows under my lower back while Jeff covered his cock with Vaseline again. I spread my legs wide and Jeff moved forward between my legs. I raised my legs in the air and Jeff slid his cock into my ass. This time he slipped straight in with no hesitation, and it felt great. There was no pain, just the delicious feeling of fullness. He stayed buried deep inside me for several seconds, then began pumping in and out of me. Jeff reached between us and began stroking my cock as he thrust inside me.

After several minutes, Jeff said he was going to cum again, and he began rapidly stroking my cock as he thrust even deeper inside me. I was groaning with pleasure, knowing my own orgasm was fast approaching. I wanted us to cum at the same time, and Jeff began spurting into my ass as my own cum spurted onto my chest.

When he was finished Jeff collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him. We stayed like that for many minutes, catching our breath as we hugged each other. After cleaning up again, we finished the evening’s activities by blowing each other until we had both cum again, and then fell asleep in each others arms.

Jeff and I had sex at least once a week for the next year. We also had several threesomes with his cousin Linda. Jeff struggled continuously with his belief that what he and I were doing was wrong, and what we were doing with Linda was even worse, and unfortunately it negatively impacted him socially. He quit the football team and no longer hung out with the jock crowd. He never had a girlfriend that I knew of.

I, on the other hand, was very popular not just at my high school but also at the other three public high schools in the county. I ran with the jock crowd, and continued to excel in all three sports that I participated in. I ended up fucking Patty about a month after the first time Jeff and I had anal sex, and knew I wasn’t completely gay because I loved it. I didn’t learn what “bisexual” meant until I had sex with an older gay man when I was in the Air Force.

The last time Jeff and I had sex was a week before we graduated. We went camping again and it was incredible as always. Jeff left home after graduation and I never heard from him again, although his cousin Linda told me he was attending college in Maryland. I still think about him often, and I still fantasize about him occasionally even after 25 years. I had dozens of male sex partners during the six years between high school graduation and when I got married, but Jeff was the best.

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I find Megan shopping at the local grocery store. Her large ass and small waist is the first thing to catch my eye. She seems just happy go lucky, and i cant wait to watch the bitch screaming and crying, hoping, just hoping maybe, i let her live. I watch her from a distance and eye up my next conquest. She leaves the store and I follow from a distance as she pulls into a apartment, I watch her enter a second floor apartment where two people, presumably her parents, greet her cheerily at the door. While her parents were at home, Megan would have to wait. Over the next few days I watch my prey, I know when she’s home, and her parents schedule. It seems someone is always with or around Megan, making it a difficult time. A week into my hunt, I watch her parents leave hurriedly early in the morning, far before daylight. They are hurriedly carrying two large suitcases, and a backpack each. Leaving for what seems to be a long trip. A sleepy Megan dressed in nothing but short athletic shorts and a t-shirt, weakly waves to her parents and shuts the door. I know this is now my best chance. I take a look around to see if anyone is around, but at this time in the morning everyone’s too busy sleeping or getting off work to worry about some stranger getting a duffel bag out of his trunk. I walk to the second floor door where minutes before, two parents left there daughter in the presumably safe apartment.

I try for the door, and my suspicion was correct, half asleep Megan was far too tired to remember to lock the door. I gingerly open the door, step through and close it behind me. I listen carefully for movement but I hear nothing. I search the apartment til I find a cracked door, I peer through the crack and I see her. Laying sprawled out on her stomach, I am able to fully appreciate her tight young body. I slowly swing her door open and take a step into the room. Her athletic build more prominent with her clothes mostly removed, she had stripped her top and was now laying bare, except for a pair of skimpy black panties. I take a moment to appreciate this calm in her, to see her peaceful and unaware of the future to come. I make my way towards her, pull my handgun from my waistline, and with my other hand I clamp it firmly over her mouth. In her drowsy state it takes her a moment to fully realize the situation, but when she does she began to flay about, causing her magnificent double D tits to flay about in different directions. She slowly stops fumbling as I jam my 45 in between her eyes. I tell her softly, “keep your mouth shut, don’t move, or it’ll be the last thing you do, understand?” She nods weekly in agreement. I pull a large rag and stuff it fully in her mouth, one large enough where it painfully forces her jaw open wider than its meant to go. I keep my gun against her and I order her to flip on her stomach and put her hands behind her back. She nods in understanding. When she does this I watch her tight ass bounce, highlighted by the black panties she wearing. I take two zip ties out of my pocket and zip tie her hands together. It’s at this time tears begin to run quickly down her face. I flip her back over and grab her tightly by the cheeks in one hand, the gun still trained against her skull in the other. I get my face inches from her ear and whisper, ” don’t cry yet Megan. I haven’t even given you a reason to cry yet.” I then kiss her on the cheek and push her forcefully back down.

I search the room for some clothes, I find a pair of Nike short shorts and a t-shirt. I again lean into Megan’s ear, “I’m going to dress you now, and your going to cooperate or you will end up splattered all over your parents nice walls.” She nods hurriedly again, trying to wail against the rag in her mouth but the muffled sounds only fall on deaf ears. I first sit her up, slip the t-shirt over her head, it looks funny with her arms tied behind her, but it’ll do well enough for what we need. With her arms even better restrained, Megan cooperated well with the shorts, as soon as I pushed my gun against her cunt. When she was nice and dressed I withdrew my gun from her and it was sopping wet from her cunt juices. “You fucking dirty slut, your getting wet from this” she begins to escort gungoren wail even harder as I push the gun back up to her face. “Smell that, that’s your own slut juices, your excited, scared, and all your body knows to do is to get wet. You fucking dirty whore.” She stops crying momentarily, and then begins to gush tears like never before, scared and confused that her own body would betray her. I take a look out a window, it’s still pitch black. I force Megan to stand by grabbing her large udder and twisting her nipple while I growled “Stand Up!.” She gets to her feet  a new type of tear seems to roll down her face. I push my gun into her stomach and said “Megan listen, we’re gonna take a short walk to my car, it’s early, people aren’t awake yet. Don’t try screaming, don’t try running, or I won’t hesitate to end your life.” She begins to scream in horror again as we reach her front door. I slap her hard across the face and grab her forcefully by the cheeks. I take my gun and put it right between her eyes “listen, if you don’t listen your going to end up splattered across the parking lot, little pink bits of brain matter all that’s left of you.” She grasps the gravity of the situation and proceeds to control herself. Still teary eyed, but quiet, I push her to the side and open the door, I look around, it’s as quiet as it was when I snuck in. We got down to the car quickly and quietly, the slut kept her end of the deal right up to when I opened the trunk, she began to try to back away but only succeeds in having her arms nearly yanked from her sockets I striker her with the gun in the face and she begins to bleed from the cut. “Last chance. Get in the trunk” before she had a chance to respond I hit her again with the back of the gun and pushed her into the trunk.

I drove, and I drove, out through the side rides, out in the middle of nowhere. I could hear Megan struggling against her restraints and against the trunk as we drove. If only she knew, if only she knew she should be saving her energy for the torturous weeks to come. We pulled onto a dirt road, I could hear her groan as we hit each and every rough patch, we drove for another 10 miles before we reached an even more remote driveway. We drove through a deeply wooded path until we came across a cabin. I parked and walked around to the trunk, I could still hear Megan struggling around in the trunk. I banged loudly twice on the trunk and I stopped hear movement. I opened the trunk and there sat Megan worse for wear. In her struggles she had managed to pull her shorts and part of her panties down, the top of her cunt just flashing through. I stared at her, and she stared back, wild fear in her eyes. I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her out of the trunk. I tried setting her to her feat but she hit the ground, her awkward position making it impossible to stand. She began screaming with tears down her face, I pulled the rag out of her jaw and she screamed in pain from the release, her jaw finally able to close after hours. She began screaming through her tears, frantically for help. I looked at her and said ” scream all you want out hear, there’s noone around to hear you.” I left her rolling around in for a few minutes, letting her get the screaming out until she began to lose her voice.

She was rolling around, unable to stand with her hands still behind her back. Face red, the shirt I stuffed her in rolled all the way up over her massive tits. I admire them for a short moment before I grab her by the shirt and force her to her feet, I grab my gun out my waistband and force it into her back and lead her into the house and quickly down the steps into the basement.As I guided her down the last basement steps, she tripped and crashed to her knees. I took this opportunity to rip the shirt off her chest. Bairing her large udders to the cold basement air, in combination of shock of losing her shirt, and what she was seeing in front of her she let out another flow of tears. She began to comprehend she was seeing her life for the foreseeable future. In front of her lie a basement the size of a king bedroom, the fluffy king bed replaced with a raised metal table with straps for legs and arms that bağcılar escort looked could be arranged in different ways. Instead of a dresser she saw a table with different whips, paddles, and sorts of collars. In the corner lay a small mechanic looking toolbox, a dull red and silver, something that could’ve been shiny and new long ago. Megan began to shiver and noticed her large nipples began to harden in the cold. Before she had time to take in more of her surroundings, she was grabbed roughly by her wrists, which were still bound behind her back. She was picked up just by her wrists, which caused her to cry out in a horrific yell as her shoulders and elbows shuddered in pain from bending backwards. While she was distracted she was pushed onto the metal table and quickly found a knife held against her throat. It began to dig against her skin and she was forced to hold her head as far against the table as she could, I took this opportunity to fasten the brown leather strap tightly against her throat. She struggled against it but quickly found it stealing her breath. I took this opportunity to turn her body slightly and cut the ties from her wrists. She struggled momentarily, causing her large bare breasts to jiggle and sway. I took my knife to her nipple and firmly said ” it’s coming off if you don’t sit still”

She whimpered in response and slowed the struggle to a light shiver, she couldn’t help it. I strapped her hands slightly out from her sides and moved down to her legs. I decided to strap her legs down first to not have to fight her kicking as I exposed her large ass and perfect pussy. She seemed to calm down, thinking she was keeping her shorts. I moved to her pants and began to unbutton them, I struggled to move the shorts over her large, fit ass. She began to beg for her shorts, “please, not my pants, leave me covered, I’ve done everything you’ve asked”. I slapped her across the right side of her face and tears began to leak down that side. “Shutup whore, you’re lucky you’ve made it alive this far, I’ll do with you as I please.” I move down to her shorts and quickly gave up on removing them down her legs, I pulled out my knife and she once again winced at the sight. I not too carefully cut off her shorts, cutting her slightly down the thigh as I did. She began to try to kick and throw her arms in response but only resulted in me cutting her worse, resulting in a pain filled screech. I stepped back to admire my work so far, a terrified, tear drenched, red face stared back at me. Large bare breasts, nipples that could cut glass sit perfectly upon her chest. Thin perfect thighs, slightly spread, her cunt juices running down her thighs, thoroughly soaking her tiny black panties.

“Look at you, strapped to a table in just your little black panties, yet your pussy is wet and begging.” She started to tear up again, still confused and betrayed by her bodies reaction. I walked up and stoked her cheek, “don’t worry, that’ll just make everything that’s coming so much easier” she began to beg again. “Please don’t I’ll do any…” this was met with a hard slap across the face, I grabbed her my her hair and got my face within an inch of hers. “You are in the wrong position to bargain, I’d just work on not pissing me off” She opened her mouth to respond and I spit into her mouth. I took her moment of confusion and thought to fondle her two perfect breasts, she began to protest but I raised my right hand and she thought better of it. Deciding it best to just whimper instead. I took my nipples in between my fingers and began to twist lightly, she did her best to turn away from me but the pain from her restraints made her give up quickly. I took her right nipple and twisted violently, causing her to scream in pain and her perfectly flat stomach to begin to heave up and down as she tried to catch her breath. I took this time to walk over to the small red toolbench in the corner. I opened the top drawer and picked out a pair of my favorite nipple clamps. I returned to Megan who was eyeing my hands with extreme curiosity. Before she could determine what was in my hands I quickly attached the clamps to both of her nipples causing her to begin begging for mercy escort beşiktaş again. I grabbed her nipple again and twisted worse than before, causing her to arch her back and scream. “It’s far too late to beg” I hiss. I start to run my hand over her pantied pussy, feeling her wetness and heat in my hand. She starts mumbling over herself, unable to control her words as I continue to poke and finger her tight cunt, reaching around her black panties. I grow irritated with her mumbling and rip her underwear off of her, causing it to painfully dig into her ass and her to scream out again. To silence the mumbling I stuff her warm and wet panties into her mouth. “I warned you to shut up, now your going to face your punishment. Don’t worry, you’ll learn it’s easier to take it than to argue in time.” Her eyes go wide as I once again walk over to the red toolbox and remove a candle and a lighter. I walk back over to Megan and hold the two in front of her. “Disobedient sluts get punished, understand?” She was unable to move, I lit the long red candle and held it sideways over her perfect flat stomach. She screamed through her panty stuff mouth in anticipation, watching the red drop form. It grew and she seemed to try to throw herself off of the table, only to realize the strength of her straps. As the first drop fell onto her stomach she screamed so violently her panties fell out of her mouth, I stuffed them back into her mouth through her screams and told her “your going to pay for that too” she was too busy trying to catch her breath to respond. As I watched her large tits heave, I held the flame directly on her nipple, she let out another blood curdling scream and arched her back so violently I feared she may break something. She continued to flail in pain, the tears ceasing to fall, her eyes wide open in a primitive look of fear. I walked up the stairs and enjoyed the screams of agony until they settled down to a softer whimper.

Once she has calmed down I return to her side once again. The panties in her mouth soaked from saliva and tears. The clamps on her large nipples just hanging on from the flailing about. Her pussy, engorged and dripping, anticipating what’s to come. I first attend to her nipples, both are a deep deep red, one clearly more irritated than the other. I remove the clamps, bringing a mixture of moans of pain and relief as blood returns to them. I give her tit a loving squeeze and she tries her best to shimmy away, straining her neck against the restraints to avoid seeing what’s happening to her. I adjust her leg restraints to spread her wider. I admire the engorged that. “Such a beautiful pussy, but your body betrays your mind.” I take two fingers and caress her soaking lips, then smearing her slut nectar across her face. This leads to more sobs coming from her. I remove the panties from her mouth and she starts flexing her jaw. Before she can protest I take my knife to her throat and stick my nectar covered fingers down her throat. “That’s the taste of your bodies own betrayel.” “Now suck!” She hesitated, and I thrust my knife deeper into her skin, leaving a slim red streak. Tears followed and she began to suck her own cunt juices like a child with a lollipop. I eased the pressure on her throat and removed my removed my fingers from her mouth. “Now isn’t that easier when you follow instructions.” She stared at me, empty eyed and lost on another planet. I ran my knife on the inside of her thigh causing a light cut but leaving her flailing in pain, pulling against her shackles with all of her might. I moved my face in front of hers “I expect an answer when I ask you a question, I’m going to give you another shot. Is it easier when you follow instructions?” She frantically nodded up and down, only gasps able to escape her lips.

I moved my attention back down to her perfect pussy. Tracing my fingers along her folds and across her slit. Earning whimpers with each movement. I began tracing up and down her slit, enjoying her warmth and wetness on my fingers, I began pressing harder and harder on her slit. Earning deeper whimpers with each new invasive movement. “You know what happens if you protest.” I said firmly staring into her eyes. She learned from the last time and managed a gasping “yes” followed by more tears. I plunged two fingers deep into her cunt, feeling her tight walls against my hand and her hips bucking down as if begging me to go deeper.

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I went to a carnival on the 4th of July. I was excited about the rides, the food, and of course, watching the fireworks at the end of the night. My boyfriend and I had been together for over a month now. He surprised me with tickets to the carnival and I was really happy. As we walked past the different games and rides, I couldn`t help but notice a strange looking ride in the distance. It was the new haunted house they had built. Rumors around the carnival say that the ride was built from real haunted houses around town. I was a skeptical type of person. My boyfriend Kendall loves haunted houses and stuff like that. I`m more into going out to clubs and hanging out at the beach.
Kendall spotted the ride and grabbed my hand. “Come on, Lilly!! We have to take this ride!” Of course I didn`t want to go, but Kendall wouldn`t take no for an answer. I sat down in the trolly and Kendall sat next to me. “Don`t worry, if you get scared, you can latch onto me.” Kendall proudly stated. I rolled my eyes and looked infront of the trolly, seeing bright lights flashing. I looked behind me and noticed there was no one else riding this ride.
“Kendall….we`re the only 2 people on this ride.” I said. “Ahh don`t worry about it.” Kendall said with a laugh. I nodded and the ride began. We passed along a large plexiglass window that had gaziantep escort kızlar a large skeleton behind it. I looked at it and rolled my eyes. “Oh this is so lame, Kendall!” I yelled out angerly. Kendall was having the time of his life. I was getting pissed off by the lame attractions.
All of a sudden the ride stopped. I throught that this was just part of the ride. I began feeling fingers, run up and down the back of my neck. I hit Kendall and told him to knock it off. “Ow! Hey! I didn`t do anything!” I felt the fingers again and growled softly. “Kendall It`s not funny! Knock it off!” I shouted at him. “Honestly, babe! I didn`t do anything!” Then all of the lights went out and the fingers began traveling around my body. I decided to let Kendall do it since he wasn`t gonna stop. I felt my shirt being torn open and my large breasts came out.
The fingers ran around my delicate nipples, making them stand up with pleasure. I moaned softly and took a deep breath when I felt my pants being unbuttoned. Kendall was actually doing this. He pulled my pants down to my ankles and began fingering my pussy hard, getting it wet. The fingers rubbing my nipples, couldn`t be from Kendall. I turned my head seeing a large older man. I wanted to scream out but the man held my mouth shut. He quickly grabbed Kendall by the head and snapped his neck, killing him instantly. I tried to scream but the man had his hand over my mouth. He lifted me off of the trolly and picked me up to where my hot, wet pussy was now in his face. He pushed one of his large fingers into my tight asshole and pounded it hard as he suckled and lapped at my eager pussy. I was screaming for him to stop but he wouldn`t listen.
His finger was so deep in my ass it was making me scream out louder. I tried to push him away but he held me tighter. I was getting close to coming and he was curling his tounge around my swollen clit like a lollipop. I squirted my come all over his face and screamed out. “AWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The man licked his lips and lapped at my pussy gently to keep me wet. He layed me down on top of a plexiglass box and rammed his massive cock into my pussy. “AAAHHHH!!! NO STOP!!!!” His hips bucked hard into me. The sound of my juices slurping with every thrust aroused him more. Our skin slapped together as he thrusted into my eager pussy.
He gripped my shoulders so he could thrust harder. My pussy was spouting come in every direction. He grabbed onto a whip and pulled out of my pussy. He began whipping me so hard it was leaving marks. “NO!!! STOP!!!” He spun me around and spread my ass cheeks, ticking my asshole with the whip threads. I moaned out loudly wishing he would stop. “No! stop it!!” He began whiping me hard on my ass leaving marks. The more I screamed, the more he would whip me. He tossed the whip away and spread my asscheeks, forcing his massive cock into my ass. He spun me around again to where I was laying on my back and fucked my ass like that. He reached down and used his thumb to massage my pulsating clit, which made me scream out more. He thrusted so hard into my ass, it made me feel like I was being fucked by 3 cocks at the same time.
After he was finished with my ass, He quickly grabbed onto my pussy and squeezed it tightly. It made me come another time, filling up his cupped hand with my warm come. He looked at me and licked his hand and smiled. He pulled me close and began rubbing my clit hard and fast, making me want to come a 3rd time. He continued for over 2 hours until i squirted a massive load of my come all over his hand and arm. He motioned for me to leave. I got dressed quickly and ran out of the Haunted house.
Outside, I looked up and saw Kendall sitting on a bench. I looked back at the haunted house ride and looked back at Kendall who was walking up to me. “Did you like the ride? I told you it was gonna be lame. Come on. Let`s go watch the Fireworks.” I was shocked. I saw Kendall die. No one believes me. Not even Kendall. I have not gone on a haunted house ride ever since.

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