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salman khan accident car, After everyone left the house, I quickly closed the door and pulled up the shades. I pulled a chair over… Hello Everyone,I’ll tell you what happened when I came to buy my new car …Lorna’s New CarI had fallen in love with the car the instant I saw it. The trouble was the young guy I had been dealing with could tell, and my attempts to get him to drop his price even a little were falling on very stony ground. I had been counting on a reasonable trade-in for my old one, but I just knew the guy would do what he could to push that down. Every time I made what I thought was a good point, the young guy would suck in his breath and mutter about how Martin wouldn’t let him do that. The conversation looked like it was going nowhere, the coffee he had fetched me was going cold. I drank it quickly, grimacing a little, then decided some time out would be good. A brief comfort break to collect my thoughts, I decided. When I came out of the customer loo an older chap was waiting to go in. He must have seen the furrowed brow!‘Penny for your thoughts?’‘Oh, nothing really, just having some murderous ideas about bright young car salesman,’ I said, ‘the thing is I like the car, but I do think he’s asking too much. And he keeps stonewalling by going on about Martin. His boss, I think. He sounds a right….well, a right one. You get the picture. I’m just wondering if I could do the pair of them in with a hydraulic jack and still claim it was self-defence.’He chuckled. Nice laughter lines appeared at his eyes.‘Oh, that sounds unfortunate! It is a lovely car, mind. I really liked the look of that myself. Stylish, roomy, but deceptively lively when the need arises.’He smiled and raised an eyebrow. I got the distinct impression I was being flirted with, and it lightened my mood a little.‘Speaking of needs arising, if I could just…?’He nodded past me, and I realised I was standing in the doorway. A little flustered – I seemed to have been daydreaming slightly, probably about the car – I apologised and let him pass. As I walked back to the main office I saw my salesman laughing with another of the younger guys. I distinctly saw him rubbing his hands together and my cold mood returned. We glowered at each other across the desk and started a rather tight-lipped discussion about what could be thrown in to try to sweeten the deal. Things were not going well. Then a voice came from behind me.‘Tricky customer, Duncan?’‘Ah, Martin! No, not tricky, the lady’s just driving a hard bargain.’‘I can imagine,’ came the reply, ‘she looks the sort to know what she wants and go for it. And that’s a good thing too, isn’t it? It’s a good deal if both sides feel like they’ve got what they wanted from it. But the customer needs to be sure she’s getting what she wants, first, wouldn’t you say?’Then Martin turned at me and smiled, asking‘Has young Duncan here offered you a test run, Mrs…?’‘Lorna.’‘Of course. Lorna.’‘No, not yet. But…’‘Well, let’s see if we can sort that out now if that is OK with you?’I wasn’t sure what he was driving at, but to be honest I felt as if another time-out would be a good thing.sex story‘Can you just sort the paperwork there, Duncan, while I chat to Lorna?’In no time at all, I was buckling myself into the passenger seat, while Martin nonchalantly guided the car through narrow gaps between the other cars in the showroom, before setting off down the street. Once we were safely out of earshot he became quite confiding.‘Duncan’s a good lad in some ways, he really knows his stuff when it comes down to things like the differences between the models and the facts and figures, but he’s not quite learned that there is more to selling cars than that. He’s not very good at reading people, you see? In fact, he’s a bit of a prick at that side of things, if you don’t mind me saying so.’It was more or less what I had told him by the toilet, but I was still a little sceptical!‘Whereas you are?’‘Well, I don’t want to blow my own trumpet, but I do like to think I’m a bit better. With the women customers, certainly, more than Duncan does. Quite a few of them come in here already sick of men telling them what they should think, so that’s not a good starting place is it?’He pulled the car over to the side of the road and said‘Want to give her a go?’We changed places. I put my hands on the wheel at ten to two and set off. Martin chuckled.‘Sorry about that, by the way.’I was puzzled. He nodded at my gearstick hand.‘No ring. I did notice it, wasn’t sure what to say…these days. I think some countries the women wear them on the right hand, I think some women do also…’‘I do hope you’re not enquiring if I’m available, Martin!’It looks a bit harsh, written down, but it wasn’t really. That flirting that I thought I had detected earlier was definitely there. What surprised me was how much I was returning it!‘Do you want to take that next right there, Lorna?’ Good. Now on about three-quarters of a mile, and then that left there.’The brief journey had taken us out of the town centre, out of the town, and then to a lane that led into a patch of woodland. We rounded a corner and I knew we were invisible even from the lane. I turned the engine off.‘This looks a very quiet place you’ve brought me to, Martin. I trust your motives are honourable!’Just smoothing the path of trade, Lorna. And making sure our negotiations wouldn’t suffer from interruptions.’‘Go on,’ I said, cautiously.‘Well, as senior salesperson, I naturally have some more leeway than young Duncan when it comes to setting prices. How far apart were you, by the way?’‘About £1,500,’ I said.‘Ouch! I can see why there was a stalemate. Well, for starters, I could see my way clear to taking a round £1,000 out of the picture…’His voice trailed away, so I picked up where he had left off. I unbuckled my seat belt with a decisive click.‘Are you suggesting we should continue the negotiations in the extensive rear seating arrangements?’There was a second click from the passenger seat.It took Martin a few moments to demonstrate the way the rear seats operated. When he had finished it was my turn to recline. He slid into the space next to me, then onto me. There was little pretence at seduction, but to be honest, I didn’t want to be seduced, I wanted to be fucked. He ground very tight trousers into my crotch, his hands eager to be full of my tits. I pushed up at him, reaching down to free his cock. I was surprised how heavily I was breathing. He felt very warm in my hand. I whispered to him …‘So, I think the figure was £1,500?’I guided the tip of a very hard cock to the gusset of my panties, teasingly wiping it along the length of my pussy lips, slowly, to and fro…‘£1,250’ he hissed, his voice eager as he pushed closer. I let the tip press the cotton slightly inside me.‘Are you sure not £1,500?’ I said, letting him feel the fact that I had just pulled the panties to one side, and there was now nothing between him and me. I could see him fighting with his profit margins. I decided to play a little unfair and lifted my bum from the fine leather upholstery. I heard a little catch in his voice as the very tip of his cock slid between my outer lips.‘Well…’sex and porn sotyrTime to apply some more pressure. Literally! I fluttered my eyelashes at him, then let him see my famous naughty grin. While he panted, wondering what I was up to, I took a deep breath and lifted my bottom further, biting my lower lip as his whole length slipped inside.‘£1,500,’ I repeated, lowering my bottom till he was almost outside. He looked into my eyes, daring my not to move any further away. He was close to cracking, I decided. I began to move closer.‘£1,500,’ I said, as he slipped back inside, then I made my final offer, ‘and you can finish in me if you want.’I could tell he was almost sold, so it was just a case of coming up with an optional extra. So I did.‘And I’ll lick your cock clean afterwards.’He was never going to hold out too long after that, but he did manage to make me orgasm too! I arched my back, pushing my breasts up towards him. He lasted maybe three or four minutes more, then his head dropped to my shoulder as he came. He was still panting when we kissed for the first time. I opened my mouth for him, so he felt he was getting good value for his discount! I think he had overlooked my offer of oral sex, but as I started liking the mixture of spunk and pussy juice from his cock he gratefully accepted. We adjusted our clothing, as the old saying has it, then he started to drive us back to the showroom.‘I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, Lorna, but ever since this car came in I’ve been dying to get someone in the back of it with me.’‘Well, what can I say, I’m flattered to be the first woman you could persuade to shag you in it! I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but I doubt you’ll be the last man I ride in it!’It did kind of take the shine off things, but he was as good as his word about the discount. A slightly crestfallen Duncan finished off the paperwork, no doubt muttering to himself about the hit to his commission. While he did so, Martin handed me his business card.‘In case,’ he said.I saw he had written on the back that he hoped he had been able to give me a good level of customer satisfaction, which made me smile. I thought for a moment and then dug out one of mine, writing something on the back for his benefit.‘Exchange is no robbery,’ he read when I had finished.‘Well, I can’t argue with that. You do drive a hard bargain, Lorna.’‘Hard, but I like to think fair,’ I smiled as I held out my hand to receive the keys to my lovely new car, ‘and of course, at the end of the day we both like repeat business!’Love and Kisses,

My life took a serious turnaround when my husband died. My daughter Amber and I were left alone in our big house all alone. If I had not met Julie I don’t know how I would have made it through. Julie is my next door neighbor and after my neighbors had heard the news about my husband dying she came over to give condolences. We talked all night and I found out that her husband had died the in a car accident a few years ago. She and I instantly hit it off. Months went by and Julie and I were the best of friends. Friendship turned to love and we became sex craved sluts around each other! We both had tight bodies and busty chests and she had beautiful, natural red hair. I never knew I wanted a women until I had her. Then I craved them. If I could, I would live off her sweet pussy juices forever. Both Julie and I knew that we needed to keep our affair a secret so we did our best. But it seemed like everyday our torrid sexual affair got a little more extreme. We both knew someone would be in on it. Little did we know that it would be my sixteen year old daughter. “I saw something last night that is gonna blow your mind Dottie!” Julie exclaimed to me on the phone. I nearly dropped the phone when she actually told me what it was. Julie had snuck into my back yard and up to my bedroom window in hopes of catching me naked or doing something naughty and got so much more than she bargained for. Julie saw my daughter Amber on my bed with my vibrator deep inside her cunt! I was speechless. I had only left Amber for a few minutes to run to the store! Was she that sex starved? “It was by far one of the sexiest things I have ever seen hon!” Julie said into the phone. With each detail she gave me I could feel my nipples stand up against my blouse. Then I got an idea. “Tonight I will tell Amber I am going out with you and we will hide at your house. When we see my bedroom light go on we sneak through the fence and watch her!” I whispered to her. Later that night I told Amber that I was going and I set up a little trap in my room before I left. I laid my vibrator out and put a lesbian porno tape next to it. If she was at all interested in girls she could lay on my bed and watch the tape while using my vibrator on her tight pussy. Not even five minutes after I left Julie and I saw my bedroom light go on. We snuck out her kitchen door and over to my back yard. We were actually giggling! Julie was true to her word. Amber was halfway undressed over at the vcr putting in the tape. It clicked on and she finished undressing. Her body was perfect! Her pussy had barely any hair and her breasts were blossoming into full perky tits. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Then she got my vibrator and began running it up and down her slit. A small moan escaped her lips. Julie and I watched in rapture as her masturbating became more intense. Now was the moment to catch her. I led Julie around to the front door and we quietly snuck in. When I got to my bedroom I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. “And what do you think you are doing young lady?” I questioned. “Oh my god! Mom!” Amber screamed.lesbian mom daughter sex storiesAmber’s body jumped when she saw me, causing the vibrator to sink all the way inside her teen cunt. Amber’s mouth went a mile a minute trying to explain herself. Finally she slowed down and just said, “I can’t help it Mom, I’m horny all the time.” “Have you been messing around with boys?” I asked her. “No Mom, no boys,” she said. I thought it was a long shot but I asked her anyways, “What about girls?” “Yes Mom, I have been having sex with Marcie,” she said. Marcie was her best friend. She was the same age with a petite frame and small perky tits. I consoled Amber and told her it was alright. I even told her about Julie and I to make her feel better.The next thing I knew, Julie was beside her spreading her legs and taking the still humming vibrator out of her slippery pussy. Amber groaned and I felt myself get wet. “It’s ok Honey,” I said as I leaned down to kiss Amber’s cheek. Amber turned her face and our lips met. I eased my tongue out slowly and licked her lips. Soon we were tongue kissing each other deeply as Julie slid the vibrator back in to my daughter’s pussy. Julie and I got naked and we all laid down on the bed. Amber’s eyes were glued to Julie’s chest. “Do you like her body sweetie?” I asked her. Amber nodded and reached out to take Julie’s big tits in her hands. I reached down and fingered myself as I watched them start to fuck. Julie moved the vibrator in and out roughly as Amber sucked her tits and ran her fingers along her bush. I took the vibrator out and sucked all of my daughter’s juices off of it before slipping it into my dripping cunt. Julie and Amber got on their knees and fingered each other’s pussies while they licked each other’s tongues. Juices were running down their hands as they bucked against each other’s fingers in orgasm. This got me too and I came all over the humming vibrator. We all collapsed in a naked pile and relaxed. “Mom, can Marcie spend the night this weekend?” Amber asked with a mischievous grin. The weekend came and Marcie’s mom dropped her off. Julie came over and the three of us played it cool so nothing would seem out of the ordinary. After dinner we all went to the living room and watched a movie. Halfway through, Amber and Marcie got up and headed for my bedroom. Julie winked at me and we sat for a few minutes before getting up and going to the room. When we walked in, Amber was on her knees with her head in between Marcie’s legs as she laid back on the bed. “Mind if we join you?” Julie asked. Marcie looked a little shocked but Amber said, “Sure Mom, that’s sounds great.” Julie and I undressed each other slowly for the girls, putting on a striptease. “Mom you and Julie shaved your pussies!” Amber exclaimed when she saw our mature hairless mounds. “We wanted to be baby smooth just like you darling,” Julie said as she crawled on to the bed. Soon we were all on the bed touching each other. The girls were in a sixty-nine and Julie and I were sucking each other’s tits. I was getting so fucking hot! Then the phone rang.taboo gay storiesIt was Marcie’s mom asking if we could keep her for the weekend so she could have some time with her husband. I agreed and she asked to talk to her daughter. I looked over and saw Marcie’s tongue buried deep in my daughter’s pussy. “She’s right in the middle of something with Amber,” I said. She said not to disturb them and we hung up. “So, who wants to get fucked?” I asked. The girls piped up so I went to my box under the bed filled with toys. I got out mine and Julie’s strap ons and handed one to her. “Let’s fuck the hell out of these tight pussies!” I said to Julie as we strapped on our dildoes and put the girls on all fours. I fucked my baby girl and Julie did Marice. That whole weekend was filled with sex games and orgies. I hated to see Marcie go. I found out that she was great at finger fucking. Months went by and things stayed the same. We all had sex on a regular basis. Marcie’s parents had split up and she had seduced her mother in a weak moment. They had sex quite often. Julie sold her house and came to live with Amber and I. We renovated our den into a sexual haven. It was a kinky room with a huge bed, a videocamera, and even a swing in the ceiling! When Julie and I finished it, we giggled at how much it looked like we were running a sex shop! Marcie let her mom in on our lifestyle and she came over. We all ravaged her! She is a regular in our circle (more like daisy chain) now. We are all hoping to find a sixth girl to add to the fun and even things out but for now, things couldn’t be any hotter. My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her…

My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Red silk blouse, black ankle length wrap around skirt, lacy white bra and matching string. “Well, it may be another boring promotional party, but at least I’ll look good,” I thought to myself. I hated these things, always having to be on your guard against the other P.R. bitches, all of them looking to fill your shoes and their most direct route is via your jugular. This one was for some new product that we’d just finished the marketing strategy for. They were launching it at the Barbican Centre. A hail of floodlights and champagne and then a quick look at the commercial, followed by more champagne and then home to my nice warm bed and my loving husband. Josh, my husband, never came to these bashes. He couldn’t stand the morons and their patronising talk, but he always made himself available to ferry me to the venues and back home again after it was over. I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself. “Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old with two kids,” I thought as the door opened and Josh said, “Come on love, I want to be back in time for the match. You’re looking good.” “I’m ready now. Shouldn’t be a late one tonight.” I kissed Josh on the cheek, closed the car door and made my way up the steps. They were really going for it this time, no expense spared by the look of the posters and glitter that adorned the hallway. Then I noticed my boss and the client. “Irene, hello. You’ve met John Frazer from the Promo Dept at Majorhost haven’t you?” “Yes, of course I have,” I said as I stretched my hand out. “My dear, so nice to see you again, and what a lovely outfit,” the old man said. “Enjoy the show.” I walked into the function room and looked around the usual faces. Most of them worked for either the client or us but there were a few I didn’t recognise. A glass was pressed into my hand and I looked around to meet the eyes of an extremely handsome man I definitely hadn’t met before. “Don’t you just hate these things?” he said in a quiet voice. “They’re not that bad when you get used to them. I’m Irene Ross from Heath Ross and Associates,” I said inquisitively. “Forgive me, Steve Daly from Majorhost. I work in the Promotions Department. Come on let’s have a drink.” I followed him to the bar as I downed the contents of the glass he’d given me only moments before. We talked for a while long while before he said, “Let’s have a dance.” Normally I wouldn’t dance at these functions but the jealous stares of some of my colleagues had me feeling a little mischievous. “Right, let’s do that.” I said as headed towards the music in the main hall. We danced for a long while, then the commercial was shown to ingratiating and rapturous applause and then it was time to go home. Steve said, “Want a lift?” “Thanks Steve but my husband is expecting me to call for him.” “Let him stay with the TV, give him a ring and let him know that you’ve got a ride home,” he said as he plopped his mobile into my hand. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I rang Josh while Steve’s beautiful piercing eyes shone at me. What was I thinking? It all seemed so naughty, it was like being on a date again. Josh was fine about me taking a lift from one of my friends, besides, his match had gone into extra time and he was more interested in that. We drove across London in the right direction for home when Steve said, “I live just there,” as he pointed at the docklands. “Nice place, you should see it. How about we stop off for a nightcap?” “No, really, I shouldn’t,” I said in my assertive tone but Steve was having none of it. “Come on, just a small one. It has one of the best views on this side of the river.” He was persistent and I capitulated. “OK, but we’d better be quick,” I said.nude young girl sex photosHis building was one of those old warehouses. Smart enough too. He stopped by a door and pressed some code into a metal box, there was a click and he turned the handle. He stepped back and gestured me into the room. As I walked past him the sound of a TV was clear and as I rounded the corner into his living room I was greeted by the sight of two men sitting on a sofa. One was a young lad, about nineteen, and the other was older, easily in his sixties. “This is my old man, and the other is Kevin, my cousin.” “I thought we were having a nightcap Steve?” “Yeah, what do you fancy?” he said. “Well, I didn’t expect company,” I said trying to get to grips with the situation. “Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re family,” he said in a patronising tone. “Whisky alright for you? Sit down and make yourself comfortable.” There were two sofas and I started towards the unoccupied one when the old man patted the cushion between himself and the young lad, “Come and sit here, my beauty,” he said. I felt too uncomfortable to be rude and did as I was told. They moved slightly apart to give me room. I can feel the young lad’s eyes on me all the time as I sat between the two of them. “Lovely lad my Stevie, isn’t he?” said the old man. “Got a lot more about him than young Kevin here. Kevin’s still a virgin you know. Got his fingers into some bird last week but that’s about it, so far.” I felt like screaming but managed to stop myself. “Do you mind if I just give my husband a call, he’ll be worrying about me.” That assertive tone again, but it had as much effect on the father as it had had on his son. “Phone’s not working love, but my Stevie’s got one of those mobiles, he’ll be back with your drink soon, dare say he’ll let you use it, if his battery’s not gone flat. Usually does at this time of night.” Panic held me like a rabbit caught in a cars’ headlights, I didn’t know what to do and then I noticed the young lad was staring at my legs and my palms began to sweat. I felt the old mans leg pressing against my thigh and turned to look at him. To my astonishment, he was grinning and obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I looked across to the young lad to find that he had his hand in his pocket and was playing with himself. I looked away in disgust and felt a hand arrive on my thigh and slowly work it’s way into the split of my skirt. I tried to stand up and was pushed back down by a pair of strong hands from over my shoulders. Steve was back. “Steve, please let me go, I need to go home to my husband,” I was pleading. “Just behave yourself or your darling husband will have to be told about how you came here looking to be fucked.” I sat there in horror as two hands began to open my skirt and manoeuvre up my thighs. My legs were being pulled apart and I felt both petrified and confused. I couldn’t run away, the door had probably been locked behind me. I decided to sit quietly and hope to get out of there alive. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt, what do you reckon Stevie?” said the old man as the lad began to unbutton my blouse. I tried to stop him and my hand was dragged behind my back. “Please, leave me alone!” I begged. “Shut up and do as you are told!” Steve snarled. My blouse fell open and was lifted over my shoulders as my wrists were tied together behind my back and I began to sob. My bra was removed and both of the men at my sides took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily at my hardening nipples. Then the old man moved his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue between my lips. I could taste the beer and cigarettes on his breath. Disgusting. Moments later I was forced to my feet and the young lad began to unbutton my skirt. I could feel his rough hands fumbling with the buttons as he groped under the waistband and then the garment fell to the floor at my feet. I was standing there in front of these perverts in nothing but my lacy white g-string. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt,” said the old man. “Turn her round, I want a look at her snatch.” The young lad grabbed my shoulders and hurriedly turned me to face the old man and Steve, who was standing behind the sofa with a video camera. I couldn’t see his face but I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Let me go home to my husband and I promise I won’t tell anybody about this.” Steve lowered the camera, looked straight at me and said, “You are at home. My home, and you’re going to do exactly as I want or you’ll not see your dear husband again. Right?” I began to cry again and then was pushed to the floor at the old man’s feet. “Roll her over sonny,” he said, “and spread her legs.” I was turned face down on the carpet and then the young lad hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my string and ripped them down my legs to the knee. “Phwooarrr, she’s a cracker, go on son, have a feel,” the old man said. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes when I felt a hand fold around my buttock and move downwards toward my cunt. I could feel the fingers rubbing between my lips and then one slipped inside me. I was wet, I suppose the fear and embarrassment of being naked in front of three strangers had caused this involuntary reaction. I heard the old man grunt as he got to his feet and tell the young lad to stand back as it was now his turn. His hand was rough as his fingers found their way directly to my soft cunt lips and caressed over my clit. It felt good; he had a natural touch. I heard myself screaming inside and was thinking, “No Irene, you can’t enjoy this!” but I was. The old man was probing me, running his fingers all over my slit and between my buttock, touching my clit. I began to move myself upwards, desperately trying to contact my clit with his fingers. If my hand weren’t tied, I’d have probably found myself frigging off. I was now so turned on that my juices were in full flow and were leaking out into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. And then the contact stopped.nudist family sex hot photosNothing happened for a while and I could hear the three of them talking in hushed tones. Every now and then I could make out a word and sometimes a sentence, it seemed like I was going to be fucked. Suddenly there was an arm around my waist and I was brought to my knees and turned to face the sofa. I was pulled forwards until my chest rested on the seat. My arse was in the air and my tight, dripping little pussy was on view to anyone behind me. A blindfold was put around my face and I could only experience darkness and touch. Another minute or so passed and then it started. A hand groped my arse and then my cunt… “Hey Steve, I think she’s pissed herself, she’s sopping wet!” It was the young lad. “Gerroff, I’m havin’ her first,” said the old man. I heard his zipper being pulled down and then something pushed against my cunt. “Oh God, this is it, he’s going to fuck me,” I thought to myself. Slowly he pushed his cock into my slippery cunt. It was bigger than I’d expected and filled me up. I was fighting against the emotions that were telling me that I was actually enjoying this, eventually submitting to them and pushing back against him. My breath escaped in a long, “Ooooh,” and I began to feel a warmth deep inside my abdomen. I heard my voice saying, “Go on, FUCK ME,” but couldn’t believe that I was actually saying it. He thrust into me for about a minute and then I felt him withdraw and warm droplets spray over my arse. The dirty bastard had spunked off on me. “Go on sonny, you have a go now. She’s a dirty little whore and it’s time you had a woman.” The next thing I felt was my ankles being grabbed and I was dragged backwards, falling heavily onto the carpet and being hurriedly turned over so that I was lying on my back. My legs were kicked apart and then another cock found its way into my well-lubricated hole. This one was much faster in his thrusting and he didn’t last long before he started grunting and moaning. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” he shouted. Seconds later he spurted his jism into my unprotected cunt and he was no longer a virgin. I was left on the carpet with my hands tied behind me for a few more minutes before the blindfold was removed. “Don’t ever say that you didn’t enjoy that,” said Steve. “Want a lift home or should I call you a taxi?” क्लाउड प्रसारण लक्ष्य भारतीय फिल्म (With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her forties, is an attractive brunette who stands 5’11” in her stockinged feet. Her 36-24-36 figure is exactly as it was in her twenties, and her fabulous long legs attract admiring glances wherever she goes. She tells here in her own words, how her life became much more fun the day she decided to tell her husband she was leaving him. Chapter 1 I married Michael when we were both 21. He was a lot smaller than me at 5’3,” and was slightly built. At first, the differences between us worked very well. I was always the strong one, taking charge of everything, he with his docile nature letting me do it. I got my way by having the two children I wanted, Candy and Adam, very early in the marriage and within a year of each other. As the years went on, however, I began to lose respect for my submissive husband. He was going nowhere in his job, and at home I was the one who kept the family together with no help from him. Sex was also a problem. He is very poorly endowed, and absolutely hopeless in the bedroom. I don’t recall him giving me an orgasm in all the years we have been together. The only way I managed to stick it out was to have a succession of lovers throughout the marriage to keep me satisfied. Despite this, when the children were 17 and 16 I decided I had had enough. I sat Michael down, and told him that I was going to leave. Predictably, he began to cry and beg me not to go. He told me he loved me more than anything, and would do everything I asked of him if only I would stay. Eventually, I said that although I did not want to, I would give it a try but strictly on my terms. He agreed immediately. I decided that I would no longer try to hide my infidelities, and told him all about my previous lovers. I also made it clear to him that I was presently seeing a 22 year old, well endowed black guy. I told him that I would continue to see the man, and that he would have to accept not being allowed to have sex with me again. Michael was devastated at my revelations, but when he calmed down agreed to my conditions. Because I no longer cared, I began to flaunt my affair with my boyfriend Tony. I would let Michael know when I was going out for sex, and when I returned I would make sure my husband got a good look at my ravaged body, with love bites all over my tits and neck. Knowing how much this upset him, because he had always been very jealous, I began to take it further. I would slip into bed naked, and pull Michael’s head down to my pussy and make him lap up the cum that Tony had deposited there. He complained at first, but when he knew that refusal meant that I would leave, he did as he was told. I told Michael that on no account was he to see other women, and that I did not want him jerking off. I suspected that he was doing so, but had never seen him. However, one day I returned home early to find him sniffing at a pair of my cum-soaked panties, while stroking his little cock. I went mad at him, calling him all the perverts under the sun, and telling him that if he did not agree to having his cock locked up to prevent masturbation, I was out the door. The wimp agreed to wear a cock cage, and then I really went to town on him. I insisted he sleep naked next to me every night, and that he spend an hour before going to sleep attending to my pussy with his tongue, whether I was full of cum or not. While he did this, I would taunt him about the size of Tony’s cock, and his prowess in bed. I would tell him that my lover would fuck me at least three times a night, and give me an orgasm every time. Within a couple of weeks, the cage was doing its job, and Michael began begging me for release. He never got it of course. Later on, I decided Michael should meet Tony, the real man who was cuckolding him, so I began making my husband join the two of us for dinner. We would sit opposite him, kissing and cuddling throughout the meal, to my husband’s obvious distress. A scenario we repeated very often was to go back to our place, drag Michael to the bedroom with us, and make him watch while Tony fucked me beautifully. My husband would then be made to suck my pussy clean, while Tony stood by ridiculing him. When that was done, I would watch while Michael sucked my lover’s cock clean of his cum and my juices. Michael would then be sent, sobbing, jealous and frustrated to the spare room while Tony and I carried on fucking through the night. I was having great fun, and always looking for new ways to humiliate my husband. The next stage in my treatment of him was not my idea, however. Tony still lived at home with his mother Rachel, and 17-year-old sister Amy. He had told them all about our treatment of my husband, and they were keen to meet him. It was decided that we would have dinner at their place one Friday night, and stay over. When we arrived, Rachel and Amy greeted me warmly, and ignored Michael. Rachel was 40, a little older than me, and very attractive. She was perhaps a little overweight now, but with a very sexy, curvy figure. Amy was stunningly pretty, tall, with large breasts and a prominent ass. We sat down to dinner almost immediately. Michael, who had been very nervous about coming, told Rachel he was not hungry, and declined any food. “So,” Rachel said, as we began eating. “My Tony is having to do your job in the bedroom with your wife Michael. Why is that?” “Because he has a tiny dick,” I cut in. “And he doesn’t even know how to use that!” Amy sniggered, and Rachel laughed out loud. The meal continued, with Tony regularly turning to me to give me a kiss, or stroking my arm or y thigh. “It looks as though your wife is going to be well fucked tonight,” laughed Amy. “Will you be jerking off at the thought of it?” “Oh no,” I told her. “His little cock has been locked up for the last three months, he can’t get any relief.” “Really?” she asked. “That’s great! Do you tease him?” “All the time,” I grinned. “Good,” she replied. “Any man who can’t keep his wife satisfied deserves to be permanently frustrated.” “As you are not eating,” Rachel interrupted. “Why don’t you get under the table, and use your tongue to get your wife nice and wet for my boy?” Michael glanced at me, and I indicated for him to get down. He knelt before me, and pulled down my panties. He then began to lick me slowly as we continued our meal. By the end of it, I was so horny that I suggested Tony and I go straight upstairs. “Good idea,” said Rachel. “Your husband will keep us both entertained, I am sure.” We went upstairs, and I had a fantastic night in bed with Tony, completely forgetting about my husband. In the morning, Tony woke me gently, and gave me my fourth helping of cock. After we had finished, he told me he would go down and get Michael to come and clean me up. My husband came up a little later, looking very tired and a little ill. He got between my legs without a word, and sucked me clean of Tony’s cum before returning downstairs. I had a quick shower, and went down for breakfast. “Your husband is not eating,” remarked Rachel. “Perhaps it’s because of all the cum he has just eaten,” I suggested, smiling. Rachel and Amy grinned at each other. “Maybe,” said Amy, with a wicked smile. We said our goodbyes, and set off for home. Michael was especially quiet on the way home, and still looked a little nauseous. When we got in, I sat him down and asked what had happened with the two women the previous evening. He said he did not want to talk about it, but I insisted. “Well,” he began. “After you went upstairs to er,” “To get fucked Michael,” I emphasised. “I went upstairs to get fucked by my lover, something you will never experience again!” “Well anyway,” he went on dejectedly. “Rachel insisted we all get naked. Then Amy stood up, put her arms round me and pressed her naked body against me. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her.” “And did you?” I enquired. “Yes,” he replied. “But I knew she would not let me.” I laughed out loud. Then they both sat on the sofa, and told me to get on my knees and clean their feet with my mouth. It was awful; they had been barefoot all day walking round the house and in the garden. Their feet were filthy, and they would not let me stop until they were spotless, including in between their toes. At the end, my mouth was dry, and I had a horrible taste in it, so I asked for a drink. Amy said certainly, and had me sit on the floor. Then she stood with her pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to open wide. As I did so, she let go a powerful stream of piss into my mouth and down my throat.” “You drank her piss?” I exclaimed, warming to his story. “Yes,” he replied. “I was gagging and choking, but she did not stop until I had swallowed it all. Then Rachel took her place and pissed what seemed like a gallon into my mouth.” “I like these women!” I squealed. “What happened next?”porn story“Then I had to concentrate on their pussies with my tongue. They kept me going until they both had orgasms. My jaw was aching like hell.” “Were you really frustrated, licking those pussies?” I asked. “Of course,” he replied. “It was unbearable.” “Good, good,” I said. “Then what?” “Well then,” he explained. They knelt on the sofa and pushed out their asses. I was made to spend the next hour alternately licking out their none too clean assholes, it was disgusting. And then……….” “Then what?” I demanded impatiently. “Then they lay me on the floor, and one after the other, they shit in my mouth and made me eat it.” “You’re kidding!” I yelled. “Oh my goodness, I wish I had seen that!” “So you see why I am not feeling so good,” my husband explained. “Do you mind if I have a lie down?” “Of course not,” I said. “But before you do, why don’t you get undressed and lay in the bath?” “Why?” he asked. “Well if you can act as a toilet for women you hardly know, you can certainly eat your wife’s shit.” I told him. “Please Rosemary,” he begged. “I really do feel sick.” “Get in the bath Michael,” I ordered sternly. “I promise you are going to feel a lot sicker very soon!” I walked upstairs a few minutes later to see my wimp of a husband lying naked in the bath. I smiled expectantly, as I Peeled off my panties. “I don’t know why I never thought of this myself,” I remarked to my husband. “Shitting in your mouth is the perfect way of showing you exactly what I think of you.” I climbed into the bath, and pushed my ass to within an inch of his face. “Open up Michael,” I commanded. “I am really going to enjoy this!” I strained for a moment or two, and then felt a good-sized turd slide out of me and into my husband’s mouth. I turned to see the log half in and half out, and forced the whole thing in with my fingers. “Eat my shit, Michael,” I ordered him. “Get used to the taste of it, you are going to swallow every bit of it in future!” I watched his screwed up face as he struggled to chew and swallow the big log I had given him, taunting him all the time, and telling him to hurry as I had another big log waiting. I dropped the second log on to his chest, and made him hold it as he ate it piece by piece. When he finally got the second turd down, I had him lick my ass clean, then placed my pussy over his mouth. “Ready for your first drink of my piss?” I laughed, as I let go a stream of yellow pee into his mouth. As soon as I had finished, he leapt out of the bath, and stuck his head down the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. I left the bathroom smiling, knowing I was really going to enjoy using him this way every day. Chapter 2 So from that day on, Michael became my permanent toilet slave, swallowing all of my waste. If I needed to take a shit while he was at work, he would find it waiting for him in the toilet on his return home. On a number of occasions, after I had watched him with his head down the toilet, eating up my earlier shit, I surprised him by removing my panties and giving him a big fresh load. That seemed to spoil his evening meal somehow! I had at this point kept my activities with Michael secret from the children, although they were both well aware who was the boss in our house from the way I spoke to their father. Candy, who had always been my favourite, was approaching 18 at the time. She was growing up beautifully. Like me, she was a brunette, with long hair covering her pretty face. At 6′, she was slightly taller than me, and towered over her father. She had a superb figure, with large firm breasts, and had inherited my shapely legs. I knew she had no respect for her father, she took no notice of what he said, and listened only to me. I was pretty sure she would approve of Michael’s treatment, and would probably be delighted to join in. Adam on the other hand, was growing up just like his father. He was then just 17, small and weedy, and was becoming a whining little wimp. I was determined that when he reached 18, he would suffer the same fate as his father, only more so. On the morning of Candy’s 18th birthday, I sat her down and explained exactly what was going on between her father and myself. She was delighted that I had a lover, she was pretty sure Michael could not possibly satisfy me. She was even happier that I kept my husband in a permanent state of frustration, as she thought he should suffer. It was when I told her of the toilet activities that her mouth dropped open. “Really?” she said incredulously. “You make him drink your piss and eat your shit? Oh that is terrific! Please let me do it to him Mom, I want to shit in his wimpy mouth, just like you do!” “Of course you can,” I answered. “Starting today. I thought you would want to join me, so this is why we are having this talk. If you can hold your shit until your father gets home, we will surprise him tonight.” “You bet!” she exclaimed. Michael arrived home at about 6, and Candy was bursting. I whispered in his ear to get in the bath and wait for me. On the way to the bathroom, I collected Candy, who was waiting in her short night-dress. As we entered the bathroom, Michael looked up, and was horrified to see his daughter standing there. “What is going on?” he enquirepetite young girl porn “Your little girl has grown up Daddy,” Candy replied. “I am a woman now, and as you act as a woman’s toilet in this house, it is time I started using you!” “No,” pleaded my husband. “This is not right!” “It is entirely right,” argued Candy, as she stepped in the bath and straddled her father’s head. “You are going to be my toilet as well as Mom’s, so open wide I want to fill your sissy mouth with my soft smelly shit for the first time!” Knowing he had no choice, Michael opened his mouth ready to receive his daughter’s shit. She farted two or three times in his face, to his humiliation, and this made her start to giggle. When she composed herself, she pushed her ass close to Michael’s mouth. “Here it comes Daddy, get ready to eat your little girl’s shit!” A huge dark brown log emerged from her ass, and into her father’s mouth. She turned to watch him. “Look at him Mom.” She sneered. “Have you ever seen such a poor excuse for a man? Cuckolded by his wife, the only thing he is good for is eating his wife and daughter’s shit! I’d like to choke the pathetic bastard with it.” Michael’s face was bright red at her scornful comments, as he struggled to chew the log she had dropped in his mouth. When he swallowed it, she got back in place, and gave him a second, smaller turd. She followed this with a healthy dose of piss, before making him lick her clean front and back. “Get used to the taste Daddy,” she taunted. “You are going to be under my ass eating shit every day from now on!” Then she and I left the room arm an arm. “Oh Mom,” she exclaimed. “That was great, I want to do that to Adam as well.” “You will dear,” I replied. “We both will, but we will wait until he is 18 too. In the meantime, enjoy abusing and degrading your Daddy!” “I will,” she responded. “But I think he should be made to eat a lot more shit than just hours. Couldn’t we get more women to join in?” “Who do you suggest?” I asked. “Well, Grandma for a start,” she replied. “You know what she thinks of Daddy. And Aunt Jane your sister, and her daughter cousin Fiona. I tell you who else, Daddy’s sister Mary. The only reason she doesn’t visit is because of the way he treated her when they were kids. I” sure if she knew what we were doing she would love to get her revenge.” “You could be right,” I responded enthusiastically. “We could invite them all for the weekend. Your father could spend the whole two days eating only shit and drinking only piss!” “Oh yes,” she squealed. “Let’s do it!” I phoned all the women, and was amazed at how enthusiastic they all were when I explained what I had in mind, particularly Mary, who had waited for years for a chance to get back at her brother. It was arranged that they would come on the following Friday. I did not tell Michael about it, I would let it be a big surprise for him. So there we all sat at the dinner table. There was Mom. 59, grey haired and a little plump, but still a looker. Strong willed too, just like me. Sister Jane, who had recently dyed her hair blonde, which really suited her. Two years younger than me, a little shorter and more buxom she still attracted a lot of male attention following her divorce. Next to her, her 17 year old daughter Fiona. Everyone in the family remarked how much she looked like Brittany Spears, and she too attracts boys like flies. I knew from my sister that she had been sexually active for the last couple of years. That left Mary, Michael’s sister. She was six years younger than Michael, a pretty woman who disguised the fact with her thick spectacles and severe pulled back hairstyle. She had made no attempt to be nice to Michael when she arrived. Both Candy and I had used Michael an hour before our guests arrived, so I knew he would not want anything to eat. As we all settled down, Mom was the first to speak. Rosemary has told us all Michael,” she began. “That you are giving toilet service to both her and Candy. She thought that as all of us despise you, we might enjoy a piss and shit weekend at your expense. Naturally, we all jumped at the opportunity, and for the next two days you will be used by all of us.” “You can’t be serious!” whined my husband. “Oh yes she is,” snapped his sister. “Every piece of shit, every drop of piss that we release is going into your mouth. We are going to make you so sick, this is going to be the best weekend of my life, watching you suffer!” After dinner, I ordered Michael to strip naked, telling him he was going to be that way all weekend. This embarrassed him greatly in front of all the women, but he knew better than to complain. When he was naked, Fiona noticed the cock cage, and I explained to her about his permanent celibacy. “Oh you poor man!” she said, without a hint of sympathy Before we knew it, she had slipped off her dress, revealing her skimpy black underwear. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her firm white tits trying to burst out of her bra. She sat on my husband’s lap, put her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I knew this was increasing the frustration he already felt, by the agitated look on his face. “She is a terrible cock teaser,” laughed her mother. “The number of boys she has driven wild!” “I tell you what,” I said to Fiona, as I unlocked Michael’s cock cage. “Why don’t you take your uncle upstairs for a while, and let him appreciate your naked body?” Fiona was delighted to comply, and led my husband upstairs by the hand. The rest of us chatted and drank for the next hour or so, and then the lounge door opened to reveal my naked husband and niece. He was in a terrible state, tears of frustration running down his face, and his little cock still throbbing wildly. “I told you,” said my sister proudly. “Look at the job she has done on him, he is in agony!” The rest of us laughed, and gave the young minx a spontaneous round of applause. “Can I shit in his mouth now Aunt Rosemary?” Fiona asked me. “Of course you can dear,” I replied. “You have earned it!” I put a rubber mat in the middle of the room so that we could all watch, and Fiona ordered her uncle to lie on his back. She squatted over his face, and quickly filled his mouth with shit as we all applauded. For all the shit he had eaten, it was not getting any easier for Michael, as we noted by the look of disgust on his face. We all laughed at him as he forced down Fiona” shit. By a happy coincidence, all four of our guests were ready to shit at the same time. So as soon as Fiona got up, her mother added her stinking load. Then my Mom presented her substantial as to my husband’s face, and let go her offering. By this time, my husband was more than full. He looked up and saw his sister standing over him. “Please sis,” he begged her. “I honestly can’t take any more!” “Don’t sis me you piece of crap,” she sneered, kicking him viciously in the side. “I have waited a long time for my revenge, and you are going to eat my shit no matter what, and you had better keep it down!” She emptied her bowel into his mouth, and watched with a smile as he chewed on the turd she had given him. It took him a long time, and try as he might he could not hold it down. He vomited violently over the mat. This annoyed Mary, and she kicked him savagely half a dozen times with her high-heeled shoes. Over the next couple of days, each of us women used my husband countless times, and he spent a lot of time being sick. As if that were not bad enough, he cried many more tears of frustration. When he was not being used as a toilet, one or other of the women made lick their feet, pussies, asses or tits. As I left his cage off, he spent most of the weekend with an unsatisfied erection. Believe me, it was wonderful to watch! The weekend finished with all the women promising that Michael would be seeing a lot more of them, and his sister spitting in his face. Chapter 3 Before we knew it, Adam’s 18th birthday had come around. Candy was really excited, because she had been looking forward to introducing her brother to the taste of her shit. Even the not very bright Adam had noticed that she had become more arrogant and aggressive towards him on the run up to his birthday. On the evening of his birthday, Adam was surprised to see me come into his room wearing only my short night-dress. I took his hand, and told him to follow me. As we entered the bathroom, his face dropped as he saw his father lying naked in the bath with his equally naked sister sitting on a small, custom made toilet seat just an inch above his face. “Happy birthday little brother,” she smiled at him. “Tonight your life is going to change big time!” “What’s going on?” asked Adam, looking more than a little scared. “Candy is about to use your father’s mouth as a shit hole,” I explained. “Just as she and I do every day. I want you to watch this so that you can see how it is going to be for you from now on. After Candy has finished with your father, you are going to take his place and eat my shit. I think you should taste your mother’s shit first. In future of course, you will be eating your sister’s as well.” “You’d better believe it!” added Candy. “Watch and learn little brother!” With that, she proceeded to fill her father’s mouth with her shit, as her brother looked on with horror and disgust. When her full load had been dropped and eaten, and her father’s mouth filled with piss, she jumped out of the bath. “Kneel down Adam,” she ordered. “And I will give you an idea what it is going to be like.” With my instruction to do as she said, Adam sank to his knees. Candy first made him lick up the last few drops of piss from her pussy, then turned her back and leant forward. “Now spread my ass cheeks, and lick up the remains of shit,” she instructed. Adam leaned forward, and tentatively licked at the shit, gagging immediately. “I can’t do that,” he wailed. “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t be a baby,” I admonished him. “What you are going to get in a few moments will be far more disgusting. Now lick that shit from your sister’s ass!” Adam licked it all up, gagging repeatedly. Michael got out of the bath, and slunk off to the bedroom. I ordered Adam to lie down in the bath. “Please don’t make me do this Mom,” he whined. “I just can’t eat shit, it’s too awful!” I told him to shut up, as I put the toilet seat over his face and sat down. Instructing him to open wide, I began to drop his first ever turd into his mouth. “Here it comes little brother,” laughed Candy. “Enjoy!”taboo sex storiesAdam retched as the foul turd hit his tongue. He moaned as I forced the whole thing into his mouth and told him to eat it. I thought several times that he would throw up, but he finally managed to get it down. I gave him another large one followed by a bladderful of piss. He managed to swallow it, but it was all too much and he vomited over his chest. I told him to clean up and go to bed. I also added that Candy and I would expect him to keep our shit down much better in future, so he had better learn fast. A few days later, I arranged at Candy’s suggestion to have Adam’s cock locked up, to prevent him jerking off and keep him frustrated just like his father. At about the same time, Candy mentioned to me a friend of hers, Angel, who worked in a local restaurant as a waitress. “She is a real arrogant, dominant bitch,” Candy told me. “She would be perfect to deal with Adam, maybe even be the perfect wife for him!” “That’s interesting,” I replied. “Let’s go to the restaurant with Adam, and I can check her out.” So next day, Candy Adam and I found ourselves in the restaurant. Angel came over to take our order. She was a beautiful young girl of 18, with long, jet-black hair, ample tits and long strong legs. I guessed she was about the same height as Candy. The two of them said hello, and Candy introduced me. I liked her immediately. “Who’s the sissy boy?” asked Angel, not mincing her words. “My wimp brother,” explained Candy, as Adam’s face reddened. “Looks like a real limp dick to me,” Angel went on. “You got that right!” agreed Candy, and the three of us laughed. We told Angel what Candy and I wanted to eat and drink. “What about sissy boy?” she replied. “Is he not eating?” “Oh Mom and I will be feeding him later,” Candy told her. “How do you mean?” she enquired. Candy lifted her ass and pointed to it. “You’re kidding me!” Angel exclaimed. “Boy, would I love to see that!” “What time do you finish?” I asked her. “In about twenty minutes,” she told me. “Well why don’t you come back with us,” I suggested. “Maybe you could help us feed him.” “You are on!” Angel squealed. “I’ll get your order. Are you sure he is not going to have something?” “Well maybe something to drink,” I suggested. “Can you recommend anything?” I had a twinkle in my eye, which she spotted. “Yes I can,” she said knowingly. “Back shortly.” She came back a couple of minutes later, with a huge glass full of a familiar looking cloudy yellow liquid, which she put in front of my son. “It’s not all mine,” she explained. “I got some help from Julia and Bridget in the kitchen. Let me see you drink it up sissy boy, while it’s still warm.” Adam picked up the glass, and managed to down the lot in four attempts, gagging violently after each one. He shivered with distaste as he put the glass down. “If you think that was bad,” Angel said, as she picked up the glass. “Wait until I have got you under my ass later on!” With that, she spat in Adam’s face and went to collect our food order. When we got back to our place, and settled in the lounge, the very confident Angel asked if she could have some fun with Adam. I said sure, whatever she liked. She slipped off her panties, pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thick black bush, and sat on the sofa. “Kneel down here boy,” she ordered Adam. “I could do with some pussy licking.” I could see by the look on Adam’s face that he had never done this before, and that he found the idea repulsive. He hesitated, and Angel grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her smooth white thighs. “Start licking boy,” she commanded. “And make it good!” Adam began licking, not knowing what he was doing. Angel was not pleased, and kept giving him commands. These were each punctuated by a lifting of his head, and a savage slap to the face. To Candy’s and my amusement, his cheeks were soon a deep shade of red. I got up to get some drinks from the kitchen, and Candy followed me. “She is fantastic isn’t she?” she remarked. “She certainly is,” I agreed. “I think we may just have found his future wife!” As we returned, Angel was slapping Adam again, just as my husband entered the room from the other side. With an uncharacteristic stern tone, he asked Angel what the hell was going on. With a face like thunder, Angel pushed Adam to the floor, and jumped to her feet. Putting her hands on my unsuspecting husband’s shoulders, she brought her powerful young knee savagely up into his balls. The pleasing scream of agony that came from him told me that she had hit her target perfectly, and Candy sniggered as she watched her father drop to the floor clutching his damaged nuts. Angel was not finished however. She pushed Michael on to his back, and put her bare foot on his face to prevent him rising. “If you ever question me again,” she yelled. “I will get your wife and daughter to hold your legs apart while I kick your miserable little balls to a pulp. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he mumbled from under her foot. “Now get out!” she yelled. It was hilarious to watch the so-called man of the house scramble painfully to his feet, and run out of the door in fear of the teenage girl. “I hope I didn’t go too far with your husband,” she said to me. “Not at all,” I assured her. “I loved watching you hurt him, I don’t know why we haven’t treated him the same way.” “I think we will in future,” added Candy, with a wicked grin. Angel went back to Adam who was now sitting on the floor. “Come here you fucking little sissy,” she cried, roughly pulling his head back between her legs. “Get your tongue back in my cunt!” The three of us drank and chatted while Adam carried on licking her, getting a few more slaps along the way. When she was finally satisfied, she lifted his head and asked him if he had ever done any French kissing. “A little,” he replied. “Good,” Angel went on. “Because you are going to French kiss my asshole!” She turned her back, and thrust her ass in my son’s face. She told him to push his tongue in as far as he could, and get a taste of her. She kept him at this for several minutes. “Oh I am going to give you so much shit in a minute,” she told him. “I am going to fill your sissy mouth with it, and make you eat it all!” Eventually, Angel told Adam to stop, and lay on his back on the floor. She knelt beside him. “I think a little starter before the main course,” she said. “Open wide.” She filled her mouth with saliva, and spat right into Adam’s mouth. She repeated this a couple of times, and then put her face very close to his. She then proceeded, one by one, to empty the snot out of each nostril on to his tongue. I laughed to see him retch, as the slimy stuff slid down his throat. I was learning from this young girl by the minute! “Main course now,” she whispered, as she squatted over his mouth. She shit in his mouth as though she had been doing it for years, and then instructed him to chew and eat it all, while taunting him for being such a sissy ass licking shit eater. When she had finished giving him what turned out to be a very large load, I got up, removed my panties and stood over my son. “Well, does Angel’s shit taste as good as Candy’s and mine?” I asked him. “It all tastes absolutely foul,” he winced. “Oh good,” I responded. “I would hate to think you were enjoying this!” I took my place, and gave Adam another hefty load. So much so, that he was begging for mercy before I had finished. And he hadn’t had Candy’s offering yet! When Candy did get up, and slip off her panties, Adam tried to reason with her. “Please sis, Angel and Mom have given me so much,” he pleaded. “I just don’t have any more room!” “Then you had better make room,” Candy answered cruelly. “Or would you rather I stood you up and got Angel to do what she did to Daddy earlier, only twice as hard?” “Alright,” sai

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  1. “Harder… Harder,” Mary whispered in my ear. I responded by driving my steel hard cock deeper into her soaking wet cunt. Mary was straddling my hips, her short red skirt pulled up over her firm ass cheeks. A pair of silk panties laid on the floor next to the couch where we were hurriedly making love. She was whispering so she would not alert her two daughters, who were supposed to be taking a bath. The only sound was our hard breathing and an occasional slap of flesh as I buried my self deep into her. I could feel the cum begin to rise up from my balls, and propel itself deep into her golden-haired vagina. She buried her face into my shoulder as an orgasm swept through her body, her pubic muscles milking the jism from my cock. As her spasms subsided, we kissed passionately, our tongues fighting with each other. Mary slowly raised herself off of my now limp cock. Her small, firm breasts, the quarter sized nipples still hard and covered with my saliva, stuck through her unbuttoned blouse. Although she will turn forty later this year, her body was still as firm as any eighteen year old. “Thanks,” she said, “I really did need that.” “Now hurry and get cleaned up so we can get back over to Mom and Dad’s house.” I stood up and slipped off to the bathroom, holding my pants up with my hand so I wouldn’t get any of our juices on them. Jill and Jeri, Mary’s seven year old twins had gotten into Dad’s garden at our parent’s house and gotten filthy. We were in the middle of a family reunion and Mary had asked if I wanted to come along while she ran them home to get a quick bath and change clothes. As soon as the two girls were safely in the tub, we had jumped each other, not even bothering to take off our clothes as we passionately made love. Our love affair has been going on for almost thirty years now. Even though I live up north and only make it home about once a year, we always find a chance to renew the passion we have known since we were xxx. We both are married and have our own families, but our spouse’s will never have the special bond and passion that flows between my sister and I. ******* ******* ******* Chapter One Our story began twenty nine years ago in the summer of 1967. I was twelve years old and Mary had just turned eleven. We were born only months apart and had always been good friends and playmates. We lived in a mid-sized industrial city in the upper south. Although we lived in a suburban area, none of the xxx who lived real close to us were our age. We had been born at the end of the baby boom, and most of the neighbor’s xxx were in high school and starting college. Our father was an engineer at the big industrial plant in town, and our mother stayed at home with us. We lived in a modest split level house. Our bedrooms shared a common bath at the end of the hall.. Our little brother David was born in the spring of 1967. Our parents had sat us down and explained where babies come from soon after Mom found out she was pregnant. One day soon after school was out for the summer, Mary and I were playing in the tree house that Dad had built for us. It was built in a large oak tree near the back corner of our property. The tree house was about six feet square with a roof and windows on each side. We had taken old blankets and pillows we had found in the basement up to it so it was very comfortable. Mary had to go inside to use the bathroom, but quickly came running back to the tree house. “Come on,” she said, “You have to see this.” I followed her to the back door of the house. She put her finger to her lips and motioned me to be quiet. We eased open the back door and slid into the house. Mary and I tip-toed across the kitchen floor to the top of the stairs. We could see down into the den through the railing. Our house did not have air conditioning, so it was very warm inside. I guess it was because of the heat and the fact that we had been playing outside that Mom had taken off her blouse and bra, and was nursing David topless. Before this, she had always been very careful to go into the nursery and close the door before nursing him. Although I had seen plenty of pictures, I had never seen a grown woman’s breasts in real life. My mother was a very petite woman, but her breasts seemed huge. They were capped by nipples that must have been two inches across. As we watched, Mom shifted the baby from one breast to the other. The nipple that he had been sucking at was hard and stuck out about a half inch. I could feel my dick rising in my shorts as we watched. After watching this for a couple of minutes, Mary touched me on the shoulder and motioned for us to leave. We slipped back out the door and ran across the backyard toward the tree house. As we climbed the ladder, I looked up and caught a glimpse of Mary’s white panties up the leg of her shorts. Mary sat down on one of the pillows, and I laid face down next to her on a blanket, trying to hide the bulge in my shorts. “Did you see her boobies?” Mary said. “I hope mine get that big someday.” This surprised me because Mary had never said anything of a sexual nature to me before. Even though we shared a bathroom, I had not seen Mary naked since we were 3 or 4 years old and still took baths together. She always locked the door on my side of the bathroom whenever she was in it. We had never played “doctor” or anything else. Over the last year I had tried to get a peek at her as she dressed, but had not had any luck. As we talked about what we had seen, my hard-on continued to throb. I desperately needed to jack off. I was hoping that Mary would go the house to pee as she was originally going to, but she continued to talk about seeing Mom nurse the baby. Mary moved down and laid down on the blanket next to me. “I wonder what it feels like?” Mary asked. “She looked like she was enjoying it,” I replied, “It almost looked like she was asleep.” Mary closed her eyes and reached up and rubbed her hand over the small bump in her T-shirt where her breasts had just began to swell. My cock was rock hard, and straining to get out of my underwear. I reached down and rubbed it, the sensations jolting through my body. I reached up the leg of my shorts and pulled it out of the restraints of my underwear, hoping to ease some of the pressure. As I pulled it free of my briefs, I could hold back no more as thin streams of almost clear cum began to erupt from the head, spattering on Mary’s legs. Mary quickly sat up and looked down at her legs. My hard cock was still in my hand, and a thin stream of cum spit out of the head and landed on her leg. She pushed me back and scrambled out of the way. “You peed on me!” she yelped, ” I’m telling Mom!” I grabbed her and pulled her back down on the pillow. “I didn’t pee on you,” I said. “That’s what happens when a boy gets excited.”sex fantasy taboo storiesMy hard-on was still hanging out of the leg of my shorts, and a drop of cum still hung on the bright red head. “I couldn’t help it,” I continued, “It just happened.” Mary was staring in fascination at my hard cock. “Your thing is all big and red,” she said after a few moments. “That’s what happens when I get excited,” I repeated. “What made you excited?” she asked. “Seeing Mom’s titties,” I replied, “I’ve never seen real ones before.” Mary looked at me questionably so I went on. “Remember when Mom and Dad told us about where babies come from.” Mary nodded. “Well when a boy sees a girl’s titties, his dick gets all hard and excited.” “His dick?” she asked. “That’s what you call a boy’s thing,” I answered. By this time mine had wilted and disappeared back up the leg of my shorts. “Then the boy puts his dick in the girl’s pussy..” “Pussy?” she asked. “Your pee hole…” and then he shoots his stuff in her to make her have a baby.” “I don’t believe you,” Mary said, “That thing wouldn’t go into my pee hole, it’s too big.” “Yes it will,” I replied, “I’ve got pictures to prove it.” “Where?” Our conversation was suddenly broken up by Mom calling us in for lunch. We left the topic hanging as we ran inside. Mom had put her blouse and bra back on, but I could see a small wet spot where one of her breasts was leaking. Mom announced that we were going to the community pool that afternoon, so I didn’t have a chance to prove anything to Mary. Chapter Two The next afternoon, Mary and I were back in the tree house. I had brought with me my favorite jack off pictures. They consisted of three old black and white pages from a porno magazine that one of my friends had swiped from his brother. They showed various pictures of a big titted blond woman fucking and sucking a guy. One picture even showed him stuffing his cock up her ass. I kept these pictures hidden in the cutout pages of an old book in my bedroom. “See…I told you that’s what happens,” I said proudly. I pulled the pictures from my pocket and carefully spread them out on the floor of the tree house. Mary looked at them with amazement in her eyes, slowly turning them over and looking at all of them. “I still don’t see how you can get your thing inside a girl’s pee hole,” she said. As we looked at the pictures, I could feel my dick start to harden inside my shorts. As I reached down to adjust it, Mary noticed and asked, “is your thing getting all big again?” I nodded yes and quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts in embarrassment. “Can I see it?” she asked. I was shocked to hear that, but I slowly pulled my shorts and underwear down over my hips. My hard-on sprung back up against my belly. Mary gasped but could not take her eyes off of it. She slowly reached out her hand and touched it with a finger. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the blood engorged head. “Use your whole hand,” I said, and reached down and wrapped her fingers around my five inch erection. “Not too tight,” I said as she squeezed a little too hard. I showed her how to move her hand up and down. “This is how you make a guy cum,” I said. “Cum?” she asked quizedly. “Like yesterday when you thought I was peeing.” “Oh, you mean when that stuff comes out of your…..dick?” she asked haltingly. “Yeah, that’s what Mom and Dad were talking about when they told us about the sperm and egg stuff,” I replied. Mary continued to stroke up and down on my rock hard cock. “Don’t stop, I’m going to cum!” I moaned as the sperm rose up from my balls and began to erupt from the slit in my cockhead. Mary just stared as spurt after spurt of the clearish liquid spewed from my cock and dribbled down her hand. Her hand never stopped moving up and down, milking the cum from my dick. It was the first orgasm I had ever had that had not been courtesy of my own right hand, and it had been very intense. Mary finally let go of my shrinking cock and wiped her hand on one of the blankets that lay on the floor of the tree house. I was sitting on one of the pillows with my shorts and underwear around my ankles. “Now you have to show me your pee hole,” I said. “Mom said I shouldn’t ever show it to anybody,” Mary complained. “Well she said I shouldn’t ever show anybody my thing,” I replied, “but I showed it to you.” Mary thought about this a second, then reluctantly got to her knees. She unsnapped and unzipped her pink shorts and slid them down her legs. I can still remember the white cotton panties she wore underneath. A small spot of moisture had soaked through at the junction of her slim thighs. “The panties too,” I demanded. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the white cotton and pushed them down to her knees. By this time I had shaken my shorts off my legs and was sitting in just a T-shirt. Mary sat back down, and I reached over and pulled her shorts and panties off. She was shyly keeping her legs together, but I put my hands between her knees and spread her legs apart. Her hairless slit was puffy and pink. I scooted up closer to her and ran my hand up her thigh. I was finally going to get to touch a real live girl’s vagina. Mary recoiled a little but let me have my way. I ran a finger up the length of the small slit, feeling the heat and a slight wetness. Mary’s thighs seemed to part a little more. I put some pressure on my finger and the pink lips of her pussy opened up. My finger slid to the bottom of the slit, and barely entered the small opening. I did not even get up to the first knuckle before I met resistance. Mary let out a little moan, and my finger seemed to get a little wetter. Using my other hand, I spread the lips of her cunny more so I could get a better look. I noticed for the first time the small pink bump at the top of her slit. I also notice a few blond hairs that had sprouted just above the slit. I moved my thumb up and nudged the pink bump, causing Mary to flinch and moan audibly. “Do that again,” she said through clenched teeth. I dipped my finger into the moist hole to lubricate it, then began to slowly massage the flesh around the bump. Mary began to shiver and twist as I massaged her tiny clit. I continued to rub the bump, occasionally dipping my finger down to her vaginal opening to gather more moisture. Her juices were now running down the crack of her ass and making a spot on the blanket under her. After about two minutes of this , Mary arched her back and moaned loudly. “Ohhh…Ohhh….OHHHHHHHH!” she gasped and pushed my hand away from her. I sat back and watched as she squirmed on the blanket for a moment, her thighs tightly clenched together. Mary laid there for at least five minutes, her thighs slowly parting and her legs relaxing as she recovered from her first orgasm. Her hands had moved up and she was rubbing her small breasts, or at least the nipples, which were standing out hard against her T-shirt. As I laid down next to her, she rolled over and put her arms around me and hugged me close. My hard again pecker slid right between her thighs, and I could feel the wetness and heat as it settled in her slit. We ground out hips together, and I could feel my head of my cock slip into the tiny opening of her pussy. We laid there for a minute as I gently tried to push my cock just a little deeper into her opening. “MARY,” my mother yelled from the back door, “TIME FOR YOUR PIANO LESSON!” We quickly rolled apart and grabbed at our pants and underwear. I think Mary set a record for getting dressed. Luckily, we had never taken off our shoes and socks. Mary quickly climbed down from the tree house and headed for the house. I reached down and picked up the pictures that were still laying on the floor. I pushed my shorts back down off my hips and grabbed my hard cock in my right hand and stroked it until I came again. For the first time in my life, I was thinking of something other than those pictures as the sperm erupted from the slit in my cockhead. After wiping myself off on one of the blankets, I pulled my shorts back up and headed for the house. Chapter Three Two weeks passed until we had a chance to meet again in the tree house. Mary had spent a week at church camp, and the following week I had taken my turn at the camp. Since I was the only one at the camp from my area, I was able to brag that I had touched a girl’s pussy. I just didn’t tell anyone that it was my little sister’s. I was the stud of the camp, and had even gotten one of the girls to go the lake with me for some making out. Daphne had let me tongue kiss her and even let me feel her small breasts through her blouse and bra. But when I had tried to unbutton her blouse to get inside she stopped me and told me she wasn’t that kind of girl. On the night I got home, I was taking a shower in our shared bathroom when the door quietly opened and Mary peeked in. “I’ve got something to show you,” she said, “but it will have to wait until tomorrow.” I was standing in the shower after cutting off the water, and Mary was looking at my shriveled cock. The memories of our last encounter in the tree house flooded back into my mind and my dick began to grow. We heard a knock on my door, so Mary quickly jumped back into her room and closed the door. Mom walked in bringing some clean clothes. I quickly shut the door to the bathroom so she wouldn’t see my hard-on. Just after lunch the next afternoon, Mary and I headed for the tree house. Mom was putting David down for a nap, and told us to play quietly so we wouldn’t wake him. As Mary climbed the ladder above me, I looked as usual to see if I could see her panties up the leg of her shorts. I saw a quick flash of pink cotton just before she scurried into the door of the tree house. As I climbed in the door, Mary was pulling the blankets and pillows out of their box and spreading them on the floor. As I sat down on a blanket, Mary unzipped one of the pillow covers and pulled out two thin paperback books that she had hidden inside. “Kimmy found these in a trash can at camp,” she said excitedly as she handed them to me. The Wedding Night was the title of the first one. It was a slim book with a white cover. I opened it and looked at a picture of a woman in a long white gown. “It’s all about sex and stuff,” Mary said. As I flipped through the pages, I paused to read occasionally. The book described how a “modern woman” should react on her wedding night. “Your first session of intercourse may be painful, as the hymen must be torn before your husband’s penis can be fully inserted into your vagina,” read one passage. “A small amount of blood may appear as the hymen is broken.” It went on to describe the entire sexual act. “Did you read this?’ I asked as I flipped through the pages. ‘Yeah, Kimmy and I read it at camp and she let me keep it.” Kimmy was our cousin who lived across town. She was the same age as Mary. “It sounds kinda scary,” she said, “but it says it’s all natural and you should learn to enjoy it.” I set that book down and picked up the other one. There was a picture of a girl in a nurse’s uniform on the front. Her top was unbuttoned and her large breasts were spilling out of her bra. Night Nurses was the title. I recognized this as a “fuck” book. I opened it up and began to read. “Gwen tensed as Doctor Bob ran his hand under her skirt and up to her soft ass cheeks,” I read aloud, “His finger slipped under her panties and found the wet furrow of her soaking pussy.”amateur porn real sex storiesI could feel my dick harden as I read a few more lines. “Gwen dropped to her knees and began to loosen the drawstring of Doctor Bob’s surgical pants,” I continued, ” She pulled his scrubs over his hips, revealing his massive nine inch hard cock. She began to kiss and lick the purple head, pausing occasionally to take the length of it into her mouth and down her throat.” By this time, my own swollen cock had formed a tent pole in my shorts. “You’re all hard again,” she said as she stared at my crotch. She leaned over and put her hand on my hard pole. She looked at me and asked, “Can I make you spit again?” “The word is cum,” I said. I quickly pushed down my shorts and underwear as Mary grabbed on to my five inch hard-on. I laid back on the blanket as Mary stroked up and down, using some of the pre-cum that appeared on my cockhead as lubricant. I could feel the sperm start to boil in my balls as she jacked me off. “Hold on a second,” I said, putting my hand out to stop her. I slid my hand up the leg of her shorts to her panties. “You’re all wet too,” I said. “It feels all tingly down there,” she said. I reached over and pulled her shorts down off her hips. Mary sat down and pulled her shorts and panties off. I also started pulling her T-shirt over her blond head. “I want to see what your titties look like,” I explained. Her pink nipples were the size of quarters, topping mounds that had begun to swell just a little. The middle of her nipples were the size of a pencil and were sticking out. I reached up and touched one of them, and it swelled and hardened under my touch. “Take your shirt off too,” Mary said. I complied, pulling my tank top over my head. We were now both naked except for our sneakers and socks. (Several years later we talked about how we always left our shoes and socks on in case Mom called.) Mary laid down beside me, and we began to explore each other’s body. I was fascinated by her nipples, which had hardened into pencil size nubs about a quarter-inch long. I bent down and tentatively stuck out my tongue and began to lick at one, as I had seen in my porno pictures. I gently took it into my mouth and began to suck on it, much like I had seen my little brother nursing at my mother’s breast. The tiny pink bud seemed to stretch another quarter-inch before I switched to the other nipple. Mary’s hand pulled me against her chest as I licked and sucked at her nipples until they had turned a dark red color. My free hand was moving up and down Mary’s back until I finally settled it on her firm rear end. My hand slid down the crack of her ass until I found her wet pussy slit. Having no real idea about female anatomy, I began to rub the area around this wetness. I didn’t realize that what I was actually rubbing was the tight opening to her ass where her juices had run down. She was squirming and letting out small moans as I tried to force my finger into what I thought was her pussy. I was beginning to wonder how a man could get his dick into such a tight opening when her sphincter eased up and my finger slid into the tight rosebud. Mary gasped, “That’s my pooh hole,” as my finger slid all the way in. I quickly pulled my finger out in horror and began to wipe it on one of the blankets. “It’s OK,” she said, “It really felt strange, but good.” “Will you do it again?” I moved my hand back down to her ass and began to probe at the tight hole again with my finger. The muscle eased and my finger slid back into her ass, which was slick with her pussy juices. Mary squirmed and bucked up against me as my finger probed deeper into tight rosebud. As she pushed against me, I felt my steel hard cock begin to slide between her lips of her hairless cunny. Just as I thought I might slip into her tight, wet pussy, Mary reached down and began to pull on my cock. It only took a few seconds, and I was spurting my cum all over her belly and cunt. I sucked hard at one of Mary’s nipples and pushed my finger as deep as it would go into her ass, squirming it around as I pushed. Mary kind of collapsed against me as I rolled onto my back. We laid there for a minute, my finger still buried in her tight butthole. I slowly started to ease it out, and Mary gave a small gasp as it finally popped out. “That felt really good,” Mary said. We rolled apart, and both looked down at our laps. Streaks of cum covered our bellies. My dick had softened and shrunk, but Mary’s pubic mound was still red and wet. I slid my hand down and began to rub her bump, which was still moist with her juices. In about a minute, she began to squirm, and soon she arched her back and moaned as an orgasm swept through her tiny body. We laid on the blankets for several minutes, my arm around her shoulders and her head laying on my chest. I was softly stoking her still hard nipples with my fingers. After a few minutes, Mary asked what time it was. I looked at my watch and realized that David would soon be up from his nap and Mom would be looking for us. Mary wiped her belly off as best she could with one of the blankets, and we hurriedly got dressed. Chapter Four That night, after dinner, I helped Dad mow the yard, while Mary was busy with Mom in the kitchen. After we had finished our chores, we all settled down in the den to watch TV. Since it was summer, our parents let us stay up until 10:00. After watching a couple of sitcoms, a movie came on that Mom & Dad wanted to watch. It turned out to be a love story, so Mary and I were pretty bored. I was laying on the floor reading a book, and Mary was sitting in the recliner reading one of her “teen” magazines. Mom and Dad were sitting together on the couch. Occasionally when I would look over at Mary, I would notice that her hand seemed to be rubbing at the crotch of her shorts. At 10:00, Mom sent us off the bed. I continued to read my book until I saw the light in the bathroom go off. After a few minutes, I got up and put on my pajamas and went into the bathroom to pee. I thought I heard a faint moaning from Mary’s room, so I switched off the light and cracked open the door to her room. I could see in the light from a streetlight outside that Mary was rubbing her cunny. I watched for a couple of minutes, then she began to rub real fast. She arched her back and let out a low moan as she came. My own dick was rock hard by this time. I gently closed the door and eased back into my own room. Pushing my pajamas down, I started to jack off, thinking about Mary and her bald pussy. I knew that one day soon I would be able to get inside her and fuck a girl for real. As the jism began to spurt from my cock, I thought I noticed the door to the bathroom close. Mary had been peeking just like I had been! I got some tissues and wiped the cum from my chest and stomach. I continued to lay there, thinking about Mary. After a little while I heard Mom and Dad come up the stairs to get ready for bed. The door to my room opened and Mom looked in. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. The door closed and I heard her look into Mary’s room also. I laid there for another fifteen or twenty minutes when I heard my Dad moan. Since the baby had been born, they were leaving their bedroom door open so they could hear when he woke up. I got up and went to my door, quietly opening it an inch or two. I heard another low moan. Very quietly, I opened the door and slid out into the hallway. A dim light from the nightlight in David’s room illuminated the hall. The door to my parent’s room was open about a foot. I crawled down the hall until I could see into the room. I almost gasped in shock when I looked in. The light from their bathroom partially lit the room. I could see Mom laying naked on the bed. Dad was laying between her open legs licking at her pussy! As he lifted his head from her crotch, I could see that Mom’s pussy was covered with a thick mat of dark hair. Dad wrapped one arm around her leg, and using his hand opened up her pussy lips. His head dipped back down and he began to flick at her with his tongue. Mom was squirming around on the bed and trying to be quiet. Dad’s other hand moved up her body and he began to massage her milk-swollen tits. “Careful,” I heard mom say, “They’re kinda sore from nursing.” Dad rolled her tit around with the palm of his hand. Her nipples were hard and stuck out about and inch. He slowly began to kiss his way up her body until he reached her swollen globes. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began to suck! I could see that his hand was now in Mom’s lap. He slowly inserted a finger into her pussy and began to pump it in and out. This continued for a minute as Dad nursed at her breasts, first the right, then the left. Soon, Mom pushed Dad off of her and onto his back. His hard-on was sticking straight up in the air. Her hand went down and wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroke up and down the way Mary had done to me that afternoon. She then bent her head down and took the end of his hard cock into her mouth! My hand was stroking my own hard cock as she began to slowly bob her head up and down on his hard rod. Her hand was still stroking the part of his enormous erection that she could not get into her mouth. I could hear soft slurping sounds as she sucked on him. Occasionally, she would take it out of her mouth and lick around the head like a lollipop. Dad had one hand on the back of her head, and the other was twisting in the sheets, trying to be quiet. After a couple more minutes of sucking, Dad lifted her head up. Mom let his cock pop out of her mouth and it slapped back against his stomach. She raised up and straddled him. Reaching between her legs, she pried back his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her hairy pussy. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, my own cock began to spurt it’s seed. I quickly flipped it back into my pj’s, hoping that none of it got onto the carpet. As I looked back into their room, Mom began to move up and down on Dad’s huge cock. It must have been eight or nine inches long, much longer than my measly five inches. Dad was thrusting up into her. At the same time he was massaging her huge breasts! I thought I saw something squirt out of her tits into Dad’s face. His tongue was licking at his lips and cheeks. After a couple of minutes, he pulled her down to him. He then rolled over until she was underneath him. He began to thrust himself deep into her wet pussy! I couldn’t believe I was seeing my own parents fucking. Mom began to moan a little louder and Dad’s thrusting became quicker. “I’m going to come!” Dad whispered loudly as he slammed into her harder. Mom raised up to meet his thrusts, and pulled his head down to kiss him. Even though they were trying to be quiet, moans escaped from them both as they reached their orgasm together. Dad collapsed on top of Mom, and they lay there kissing one another. As I started to slip back to my room, I heard a squeal from David’s room. He was awake! I turned and quickly crawled back to my room and closed the door. I held the doorknob until I heard Mom go into his room to pick him up. I gently eased the knob closed and quickly crawled back into bed. My pajamas were wet and sticky from the cum I had exploded into them. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up myself as best I could. However, I knew that mom would be able to see the cum stains on my shorts if she looked close enough. I just prayed that she would be in a hurry and not notice them. I could hardly wait to tell Mary what I had seen! Chapter Five It was five days before Mary and I could meet in the tree house again. Three straight days of rain had kept us inside and under Mom’s watchful eye. Then the weekend had come and we had all our weekend chores to do while Dad was off. Just after lunch on Monday, Mom told us to go outside and play so the baby could take a nap. I told Mary to meet me in the tree house; I had something to tell her. I went out to the tree house and spread out the blankets and pillows on the floor. I then pulled the “fuck book” that Mary had found in a trash can at camp out and started to read it. The part of the book I was reading was about a young nursing student who was losing her virginity to two interns. My dick was straining against my underwear when I heard Mary coming up the ladder into the tree house. She looked at the book that I was reading and a smile crossed her face. “What is it you wanted to tell me?” she asked. I started telling her about the other night when I had seen Mom and Dad fucking. Her eyes grew wide as I told her about Dad laying between Mom’s legs licking her pussy. “He licked her pee hole?” she asked in amazement. “Yeah,” I replied, “just like they talk about in this book.” “Listen to this,” I said, and began to read from the book. “Steve ran his tongue up the young nursing student’s thigh until he reached her wet slit. He pried open the pink lips and began to slowly slide his tongue into her moist hole, tasting her sweet juices.” “Gosh,” Mary said, “that sounds kinda gross.” “Mom sure seemed to like it,” I replied, and told her about the way she was moaning and squirming on the bed.”porn incest storyNow came my big chance. “Would you like to try it?” I asked. Mary seemed to hesitate for just a second, but then a smile seemed to break across her face. “Sure…I guess so,” she replied. We looked at each other a little awkwardly. “Come here and lay down against this pillow,” I directed. As she walked up to me, I reached up and pulled down her pink shorts. Underneath them was a pair of pink bikini panties with little bears on them. “Do you like my new panties?” she asked. “Mom got them for me at the store last week.” The main thing that I noticed was that they were pulled up into her cunny, and a small moist spot was starting to appear. “Yeah, they’re cute,” I replied as I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down over her hips. Her bare cunny, with just a few thin blond hairs above the slit was already puffy. I helped her lay down on one of the blankets with her back propped up against a pillow. I maneuvered
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  3. It was a normal day at Thompson High. The sun was shining and Mindy Denson was sitting on the steps… Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END
  4. salman khan accident car...Rebecca and I had always felt a connection between us. We both did well at school and achieved good grades… Alan had just finished a hellish day, sometimes the income wasn’t worth the trouble. As an outside sales specialist in the medical instruments business he had to endure countless over inflated egos, doctors who thought themselves gods and even worse were the office managers. Usually a middle aged bitch of a woman who actually believed their bosses were god like. But today seemed to go on forever. Alan smiled inwardly, he knew tonight would make it all seem worth while. As he approached his neighborhood the stress of the day seemed to wash off him, he was smiling as he pulled into his garage. Alan had arranged for a special treat for himself for the night. He had met Kim at the local trade show. She had been hired by the company to dress up their both, a pretty woman always attracted a crowd, and if Kim were nothing else, she was pretty. They had flirted all morning and when it was time to take a break and have some lunch they found themselves in a dimly lighted restaurant. The conversation was the normal questions and answers you have when meeting someone, Alan was hardly able to pay attention to her words, he was totally distracted by her physical appearance. She was long legged, blonde, and had the most wonderful large breasts that stretched her tight knit blouse to the limits without it being obvious she didn’t wear a bra, and her skirt was long, slit to mid thigh. Her nipples seemed to grow right in front of him. But when to conversation turned to the inevitable topic of sex, Alan was shocked at Kim’s straight forward approach. It was almost to good to be true. As they spoke Kim was first to admit she had a hard time with meeting the right guy. Alan asked her what she wanted from a man and Kim slowly lowered her eyes and softly admitted she needed a very dominant man, one that was not impressed by her appearance but demanded her obedience! Alan started to get an erection! What a coincidence. Alan had been a Dominant most of his adult life, he had been introduced to the D/s lifestyle while in collage. And for years after that he had been leading this dual lifestyle, corporate person days and a budding sadist on his off hours.The conversation then took on a new direction, with Alan confessing that he had been lusting for her service all morning and if given the opportunity he would love to explore her submissive side. Did she understand what he meant? He had met many ladies over the years that had mistaken a need to be controlled for something altogether different. Alan decided to exercise his dominance now! He thought, lets find out if Kim is really the obedient woman she made herself out to be. Alan looked at Kim and with a little reservation said, “Kim, it seems that you and I are going to be friends, but as much as I would like to take you on your word I need to be reassured that you really understand what kind of relationship I insist on.” Kim looked up at Alan with what was almost an angelic look and softly asked, “What kind of reassurance can I give you, Sir?” ” Kim, I’d like you to go into the ladies room and remove your panties for me, bring them back and give them to me” She smiled as she stood up, but instead of leaving, she took the seat next to Alan, and as she sat she pulled her skirt up to her thighs and spread her legs. She smiled at him as she took his hand in hers and pulled it under the table, concealed by the table cloth and placed it firmly on her upper thighs. He could feel the soft silky skin of her thighs as his hand was directed higher into her crouch. He felt the heat of her on his hand and as she guided him to her freshly shaved pussy, he understood. Kim was not wearing any panties and her pussy was open to him. He could feel the wetness on his fingers as he slowly began to message her pussy. Alan was watching her face as he began to feel for her clit, she was beginning to breath quicker and louder, as he found her clit between his fingers he could feel it grow. Needless to say Alan was pleased, they made plans for the evening and hurriedly finished lunch, there was still the rest of the day at the expo. That was six months ago, Kim has been his toy ever since. She had not lied but in truth had not told it all, she was a sub, but even more she was quickly becoming his pet, his slave.Alan had given Kim the key to his house earlier and had instructed her to be prepared for him when he got home. Her preparation was simple, be naked on your knees at the garage houses entrance. She was a beautiful sight for him as he entered, on her knees, legs spread slightly, her head bowed eyes lowered. All the stress of the day now gone Alan walk over to his pet, pleased by her actions and lifted her head up he kissed her and helped he up to her feet. On the wall was a large hook, on the hook was her collar, he took the collar off and hung his keys. Kim was almost his height, and was pleased to accept the collar on her neck, he locked it with a small padlock. he then attached a short leather leash and guided her to his room.Kim was always astounded by the way she reacted to having a collar locked on her, her pussy started to lubricate as the collar was placed on her, by the time Alan locked it with the padlock Kim’ pussy was wet with the anticipation of the next few hours. She had arrived almost an hour ago, while she undressed and brushed her short blonde hair she felt the anticipation of another night with her master. Kim started to feel herself. Her pussy was already wet. She started to rub her clit, then she began to pinch and twist it. As she inserted her fingers in to her wet cunt her eyes started to glaze over. She wanted to cum but was fearful,, Alan had not told her to and she was worried he might be angry. She stopped and went about making herself ready for her master. The past six months had been a subs dream, a caring Dom, someone who understood her needs, a man that was strict and severe but always knew when to stop. He had certainly trained her, used her, abused her, even once or twice placed her in a position of degradation that humiliated her, but never more than she could stand for. Sometimes he crossed what she thought were her limits, but she allowed it to get that far never using her safe word, he seemed to know more of what she could take than she did about herself. The pain she could take easier than the humiliation, but it was her master’s wishes that drove her to accept whatever he wanted without a word, and a thank you when she was permitted to speak.Alan led her into the back bedroom, he had decorated it for his pleasure, heavy hooks in the ceiling a chair with no seat, that left her ass and cunt open for him as she was secured with leather thongs. Hanging on the walls were whips, crops, paddles, as well as leather cuffs and many different chains and cords. The long table was fitted with hooks as well. That was where she was led tonight, placed on her back tied securely to the table, legs spread, arms above her head. And tonight something new was added, a black scarf was tied around her head blinding her. Kim felt a new sense of excitement, Alan was very tender to her as he tied her and blindfolded her eyes, he fondled her breasts and started to pinch and twist her nipples, Kim was getting a charge in her pussy as her nipples turned red and the pain heightened her senses. A gag was put in her mouth, not the usual one, this one had a hollow tube that held her tongue down, the hole was large and the tube was 4 or 5 inches long. It started to gag her a little she fought off the urge to vomit. She knew that would not please the master. Now that she was secure, Alan began to explain to her that tonight was to special, as he spoke he placed a pair of nipples clamps on her already hard buds, and she could feel a chain running down her middle. Suddenly she felt the cold metal clamp on her clit, this made her moan, “God does that hurt” she thought. The chain attached to her clit clamp and to her nipples was tight, any movement and she felt the pain in her pussy and on her nipples increase. As he looked at her he felt a twinge of excitement. He moved on to her straddling her face. Her latest training had involved toilet training and Alan needed to piss. He inserted his cock into the hole of the gag, he could feel Kim’s body flinch her head moved slightly, in anticipation of what she knew was coming. And Alan relieved himself into her mouth down her throat filling her mouth. Kim was trying not to choke to gulp down Alan’s piss. She had come to like its somewhat bitter taste. And for whatever the reason the act of drinking her masters pee turned her on. Made he pussy wet, excited her and this was a good thing for it pleased the master.Alan was telling her what a good slave she had become, how her pleasure from pain excited him and how he wanted to share the excitement with some of his more Dominant friends. Kim began to feel afraid, she thought, “Alan has never before included anyone in our sessions.” And as he was talking to her they heard the door bell ring. Alan left the room to answer the door. When he returned there were many voices both male and female. She listened as Alan invited them to use her, he explained that Kim was a good slave and obedient pain slut and even on occasion has been used as a toilet. He went to the wall and removed a short whip and handed to his friend Ellen. Ellen was an imposing woman, a Domme, dressed in all black leather and a cruel smile. As Ellen approached the table she began to speak to Kim. She came close to the side of Kim face and began to quietly speak to her, her eyes took in the beautiful Kim. She walked to the end of the table to get a better look at her pussy, lying there open and wet, the aroma of her sex was strong. Ellen reached out and felt the folds of Kim cunt lips, they were wet and just a little puffed. Then suddenly with no warning Ellen brought the whip down hard the lash hitting Kim directly on her pussy.“Oh god,” thought Kim, “that really hurt”. Her muffled moan brought an even bigger smile to the face of her tormentor. The whip lashed out again and again, Kim started to squirm, to know avail, she was tied securely with very little play. As suddenly as the whipping started in stopped. But it had achieved its desired effect. Kim’s pussy was dripping juices on to her thighs and down onto the table. Ellen stood over her now and with her softest voice began to talk to Kim as she untied her legs and flipped her over on to her belly, her large tits pressed into the table the nipple clamps now pressing into her tits as well as there cruel hold on her nipples. This time she was tied with her legs bent to offer a better angle to her perfect round ass. Her pussy, wet and dripping, Ellen took advantage of the angle as she began to whip the offered ass to her. The red welts lined up and down her soft skin, a testament to the skill in which Ellen possessed. Ellen walked to the opposite wall where a very large strap on dildo was hanging. She quickly removed her leather pants and strapped on the dildo. Ellen pussy was dripping and the rest of the people in the room could sense her excitement. Ellen pointed to a tall man at the other end of the room, indicating him to come to her. His name was John and he an Ellen had a long history. John moved across the room, the bulge in his pants was enormous. John stood in front of this Domme with confidence. Her hands went to his waist and opened his pants pulling them down and revealing his hard cock. It was at least 8 inches long but the width was incredible, a full 4 inches thick. “John,” Ellen said, ” I want you to feed this young sub, give a meal fit for a queen” as she pointed to Kim’s mouth. John understood the request and smiled, he stepped to the head of the table and lifted his cock to Kim gagged face, he untied the blindfold and the gag, removed them, Kim felt a moments relief and the her eyes fixed on the massive cock there in front of her. Kim thought “Oh my god, that is the thickest cock I have ever seen”. And at that moment John started to feed his largesse into her mouth. Kim had to stretch her mouth open, it was the largest cock she had ever seen and wasn’t sure she could handle it, fear spread throughout her being as this enormous cock started to chock her, moving down her mouth into her throat. Her tongue was trying to lick it and wet it, she started to gag as John pushed the rest of his member into her face. Kim began to relax her throat and was starting to feel the pleasure of sucking this cock when John began to pull back and slowly began to fuck her face. He held her head with his hands and started a rhythm of slow and long strokes into her throat.Kim was amazing, John had rarely seen a more beautiful woman and he wanted to continue this, make it last, even from where he stood he could smell the sex of her cunt, what a great looking sub she was. And how fortunate he was to be here and use her!Kim had been concentrating her efforts on accepting this huge cock in her mouth when Ellen slowly started rubbing the dildo in the crack of her pussy, wetting the rubber and teasing Kim cunt. The nipple clips and clit clips were tugging at her as she was pushed from both ends now each small movement caused a flash of pain to all of her sensitive spots. Her cunt was seeping juices and she was very near to cumming. She was frightened by the thought, as she knew that if she came before she was told to Alan would be displeased and would really punish her. And then she felt the large head of the dildo push against her pussy, passing through her lips starting to penetrate her, she wanted to push back at it but the pain from the clamps stopped her. With a small amount of pressure the dildo started to penetrate her, deeper and deeper, her pussy was being stretched and her clit was in agony. All the while she was being fucked in the mouth, she could feel John balls slapping at her chin as he now quickened the pace and was really fucking her mouth now! And then with a sudden push the strap on was deep in her cunt. She didn’t see the whip in Ellen hand, but she heard the woosh as it can down on her back. The pain was sudden and unexpected, here she was being fucked at both ends her pussy being stretched and abused her mouth full of the biggest cock she has had to date and then to be whipped. The tears were welling in he eyes, when she felt the cock in her mouth start to throb, now pumping faster into her throat. And then she felt the eruption of Johns cum hit the back of her throat, trying to swallow this flood of cum, but not even close, the cum was leaking out of the corners of her mouth as she tried to swallow more. The whip cruelly attacking her back and the dildo quickly bring her to the most powerful orgasm she ever had. Her pussy was vibrating for the strength of her cumming and the dildo was continuing its assault of her cunt. John pulled his cock out her mouth and held it up to her lips, “clean me slut, lick my cock clean”. This was hard to concentrate on as her pussy was still contracting and she was cumming like a river. But she knew better than to disobey and began t lick to proffered cock.Ellen’s cunt was tingling, she new she had to have this blonde sub eat her, and her cum. She reached down and spread Kim ass cheeks as she continued to lean in and fuck the cunt of her friend’s slave. She saw Johns face and new he had filled her with his jism, Ellen was rubbing the cum and pussy juices into Kim ass now, she was beginning to play her fingers on her brown star of an ass hole. Ellen’s finger slipped into her ass now, so tight she thought. Now two fingers and soon her hole had relaxed. Ellen pulled the dildo out of Kim’s cunt and quickly lined it up to the now lubricated ass of this pleasing sub. With a hard push she impaled Kim, a moan escaped Kim lips as she felt the dildo violate her ass. Kim felt like she was being split in two. Alan was watching intently, he had undressed while his prize was being used. His cock was hard as a rock as he began to stroke himself. When Kim began to moan as her ass was being fucked it was almost more than he could stand. He approached the slave, he began to put his cock into Kim mouth. She looked up at Alan, her eyes were asking him why? Why was he allowing these strangers to use her, what had she done to warrant this abuse? Her eyes pleading to him. The truth was Alan simply was returning the favor, it was not complicated. Over the years each of the people he had invited tonight had shared a similar experience with Alan. They had for whatever reason invited him to participate in a group to use or abuse their subs. Alan pulled his cock out of her mouth, softly spoke to Kim.“You have been a good sub, accepting all I have given you, pain and pleasure. Tonight it will be your night, you will have your limits tested. But when it is all over and done, you will still be my love, my pet and we will have entered into an even higher level of understanding. Do this for me, enjoy the pain revel in the sexual pleasures, endure the degrading and the humiliation knowing that it pleases me, that it is what I want”. Kim saw that this was truly what Alan her love her master wanted and she was happy she would be the best most obedient slave to the end. She opened her mouth and hungrily took his cock, sucked hard on his cock making him cum in her mouth as she greedily tried to swallow all his jism.All the while her ass was being fucked, her cunt was tingling into the center of her being. Kim knew she was about to explode and as she felt the dildo come out of her ass she did explode. She had heard of woman that squirted their cum like a man but this was the first time she has done this, it was the most powerful orgasm she has ever experienced. And it was not unnoticed. Ellen moved to her face lifted her chin to allow Kim to look directly into her pussy, “make me cum now slut, eat me bitch, lick me and make me cum”. Ellen moved closer and pushed her pussy into Kim face. Kim tongue reached out to lick Ellen’s clit, she had never seen such a large clit. Ellen reached over Kim back and began a gentle spanking on her ass as Kim licked and tongued her pussy. Kim sucked on her clit her tongue flicking the sensitive top. Faster and faster now sucking it into her mouth she could feel the juices flowing soaking her face and then Ellen tensed and began to cum, flowing her thick juices, Kim tried to eat it all to swallow each and every drop. But then something else hit her mouth, as Ellen’s cum was flowing so to did her urine. Kim could only open her mouth and gulp as the acrid yellow pee flowed, the piss was filling her mouth she couldn’t keep up and the pee started to run down her mouth onto the table soaking Kim’s chest. When finished Ellen offered her cunt to Kim and ordered her to clean her with her tongue. Kim did as she was told and licked and sucked her pussy till it was cleaned of all the pee and cum.As soon as Kim had completed he task she felt the binding being taken off, she was helped to her feet, and that was when she saw the rest of the group. There were two other men standing near the opposite wall. Alan introduced her to all of his company, he motioned at Ellen and John, he introduced them as a married couple, explaining that while John would be included in the domination of her tonight his normal role was as a sub to his Domme wife and that the two other men Mike, the taller dark hair man was an old friend and that she already knew Ron. He had been over to the house several times. Never when Kim was being used but he and Alan had openly discussed Kim’s place in Alan’s life and household. Kim had secretly wondered if Ron was as large in the cock as he looked. Ron always wore a pair on very tight jeans and his cock bulged to show an out line that always attracted Kim attention.Kim had her answer, Ron cock was at least 10 inches long, not nearly as thick as the monster between John’s legs but it’s width was just fine 2 or more inches around. Kim found herself hoping to feel the long cock of Ron’s in her pussy. As Kim was standing there for all to watch, her face and body still wet from Ellen’s pee, Ron motioned for her to approach him. She looked to Alan for permission, Alan smiled and nodded his head as he spoke to her. “Kim, I want you to obey any and all of the directions or demands made on you tonight by all of my guests”. With that said Kim lowered her head and eyes and moved toward Ron.Ron was already hard and had thought about using Kim for the last several months, ever since the first time he had seen her at Alan’s house. He had her kneel before him. He reached down and removed the clamps on her tits and clit. Had her spread her legs a little wider so he could see into her cunt. It was still wet and glistened. Slowly he looked at the wall behind him and then reached out for a long black riding crop. He then took Kim by the hand guiding her to the bed in the corner of the room. Kim was now flat on her back legs spread and just a touch of fear in her eyes. Of all the instruments a pain she had felt the crop still hurt her the most. Kim had on several occasions been close to her safe word when Alan had used the crop on her. Ron was standing over her, he began to tell her how luscious her tits looked to him and how he was going to enjoy her, when he began to gently crop her nipples. With each stroke he increased the strength of the crop. By the time he had hit her 6 or 7 times he was leaving red welts on her tits and her nipples were still darkening. Kim was now in real pain, and she was feeling the cropping to her toes, she was feeling her clit twitch as the pain enveloped her. She was entering into that place were her pain dulled and the pleasure won out. Ron reached down and took a nipple into his fingers, squeezing it hard then the other, Kim was now past the pain and looking for a release.Ron turned his attention to her wet pussy, he snapped the crop on her engorged clit, the shock of the pain brought Kim back to reality. Again and again Ron cropped her now sore clit. Then as suddenly as he had started he stopped. “Kim” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, “lift your legs bend them back push your hips out for me,” and Kim obeyed, giving Ron an open and exposed pussy to do as he wanted to. With that done Ron began cropping her cunt in earnest, with each stroke Kim grimaced and sucked in a deep breath. Her cunt was beyond pain now she began to scream with each stroke, “Yes, beat me!, Please, more, oh god it hurts so good”!With that kind of encouragement Ron really leaned into in now, alternating strokes to her open pussy and her bright red clit. He stopped after about 10 more strokes and reached down and slapped her pussy with his hand, the slap was hard and the stinging in her cunt took her over the edge, Kim began to orgasm, her body shook and the cum was running out of her pussy onto her thighs and the mattress. This was what Ron had wanted, he grabbed Kim legs and placed them over his shoulder and pushed his hard 10 inches into Kim still quivering cunt. Her assaulted her pussy with fast and deep stokes, he could feel the head of his dick tap at the top walls of Kim cunt. When he felt his balls begin to send his cum to his cock he pulled out of her cunt and with no preparation or lubrication other that her own juices, he stabbed his cock into her ass hole. The tightness increased the pressure in his balls and he began to ejaculate into her ass. All the while Kim was screaming, the assault on her ass produced the most delicious pain, causing her to begin a spasm of orgasms, and when she felt Ron’s hot cum being pumped into her ass she nearly passed out from the orgasms her body was giving her.Mike in the mean time saw the incredible scene Ron had just initiated and could not control his desire any longer. He stepped to the bed and watched as Ron cock exited Kim ass. He straddled her body and offered his cock to Kim, who greedily took it in her mouth and began to suck and lick it like it was her meaning in life. Kim had never before be used like this and to her surprise she loved it. Mike had a surprise for Kim. While his cock was firmly down her throat he began to pee. To Kim surprise she was able to gulp all the piss down, Mike was slowly releasing him stream and Kim was drinking it like it was fine wine. When he was drained he pulled his cock out of her mouth smiling he moved down her body and leaned into her chest. Mike grabbed her tits and pressed them together, as he did that he pushed his cock in-between. Mike was fucking her tits and pinching and twisting her nipples Kim was trying to stretch her tongue out to lick the head of his cock as it neared her mouth on each stroke. All this was becoming too much for Mike and he exploded his cum in large spurts, some hitting Kim face, most on her tits. Kim hungrily tried to get Mike’s cum into her mouth.Mike then turned his body around and started to lick and kiss Kim belly and down to her clit. When he found her engorged and sensitive clit exposed he began to lightly bite and suck her. This made Kim pussy again begin to twitch and she could feel another orgasm building in her. Mike started to finger her ass as his mouth and tongue bit and sucked on her cunt and clit. Now two fingers were in her ass as she humped her cunt into Mike’s mouth. Mike then started to insert the third finger and then a fourth. Kim ass was on fire as her cunt was being used. Finally she understood and began to panic, she knew! Mike was about to fist her ass, something she had never done before, but Kim was so hot, eager to please and so near her own orgasm she didn’t fight it, no, instead she encouraged him. “Fist my ass for me, come on Mike, fill me with your hand”. As she was saying that and more her orgasm hit her and just as she began to cum, Mike bit down hard on her clit and pushed his thumb and then his whole hand into Kim ass. Kim screamed, the pain was indescribable, easily over coming the intense orgasm, he ass was split she was sure her ass hole had been torn open. And Mike continued to fist her, Kim screams just made it more exciting. Soon he removed his hand, the intense pain was even more when he pulled his hand out of Kim ass. But what was next for Kim was the ultimate humiliation for Mike turned and presented his shit covered hand to Kim mouth and ordered her to lick it clean. Kim could taste her own shit, at first it gagged her, but as she continued she could taste the cum and her own juices as well and she began to like it. She cleaned Mike’s hand and fingers and smiled up at this man. The night continued for several more hours. Pain and pleasure. It was and will always be a night to remember.Alan carried his woman, his pet, his slave, to his bed and slowly and gently washed and stroked her as she drifted in and out of sleep. Kim had done well, no better than that she was a prize and Alan would keep her and love her, his slave forever.
  5. My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at… Alan had just finished a hellish day, sometimes the income wasn’t worth the trouble. As an outside sales specialist in the medical instruments business he had to endure countless over inflated egos, doctors who thought themselves gods and even worse were the office managers. Usually a middle aged bitch of a woman who actually believed their bosses were god like. But today seemed to go on forever. Alan smiled inwardly, he knew tonight would make it all seem worth while. As he approached his neighborhood the stress of the day seemed to wash off him, he was smiling as he pulled into his garage. Alan had arranged for a special treat for himself for the night. He had met Kim at the local trade show. She had been hired by the company to dress up their both, a pretty woman always attracted a crowd, and if Kim were nothing else, she was pretty. They had flirted all morning and when it was time to take a break and have some lunch they found themselves in a dimly lighted restaurant. The conversation was the normal questions and answers you have when meeting someone, Alan was hardly able to pay attention to her words, he was totally distracted by her physical appearance. She was long legged, blonde, and had the most wonderful large breasts that stretched her tight knit blouse to the limits without it being obvious she didn’t wear a bra, and her skirt was long, slit to mid thigh. Her nipples seemed to grow right in front of him. But when to conversation turned to the inevitable topic of sex, Alan was shocked at Kim’s straight forward approach. It was almost to good to be true. As they spoke Kim was first to admit she had a hard time with meeting the right guy. Alan asked her what she wanted from a man and Kim slowly lowered her eyes and softly admitted she needed a very dominant man, one that was not impressed by her appearance but demanded her obedience! Alan started to get an erection! What a coincidence. Alan had been a Dominant most of his adult life, he had been introduced to the D/s lifestyle while in collage. And for years after that he had been leading this dual lifestyle, corporate person days and a budding sadist on his off hours.The conversation then took on a new direction, with Alan confessing that he had been lusting for her service all morning and if given the opportunity he would love to explore her submissive side. Did she understand what he meant? He had met many ladies over the years that had mistaken a need to be controlled for something altogether different. Alan decided to exercise his dominance now! He thought, lets find out if Kim is really the obedient woman she made herself out to be. Alan looked at Kim and with a little reservation said, “Kim, it seems that you and I are going to be friends, but as much as I would like to take you on your word I need to be reassured that you really understand what kind of relationship I insist on.” Kim looked up at Alan with what was almost an angelic look and softly asked, “What kind of reassurance can I give you, Sir?” ” Kim, I’d like you to go into the ladies room and remove your panties for me, bring them back and give them to me” She smiled as she stood up, but instead of leaving, she took the seat next to Alan, and as she sat she pulled her skirt up to her thighs and spread her legs. She smiled at him as she took his hand in hers and pulled it under the table, concealed by the table cloth and placed it firmly on her upper thighs. He could feel the soft silky skin of her thighs as his hand was directed higher into her crouch. He felt the heat of her on his hand and as she guided him to her freshly shaved pussy, he understood. Kim was not wearing any panties and her pussy was open to him. He could feel the wetness on his fingers as he slowly began to message her pussy. Alan was watching her face as he began to feel for her clit, she was beginning to breath quicker and louder, as he found her clit between his fingers he could feel it grow. Needless to say Alan was pleased, they made plans for the evening and hurriedly finished lunch, there was still the rest of the day at the expo. That was six months ago, Kim has been his toy ever since. She had not lied but in truth had not told it all, she was a sub, but even more she was quickly becoming his pet, his slave.Alan had given Kim the key to his house earlier and had instructed her to be prepared for him when he got home. Her preparation was simple, be naked on your knees at the garage houses entrance. She was a beautiful sight for him as he entered, on her knees, legs spread slightly, her head bowed eyes lowered. All the stress of the day now gone Alan walk over to his pet, pleased by her actions and lifted her head up he kissed her and helped he up to her feet. On the wall was a large hook, on the hook was her collar, he took the collar off and hung his keys. Kim was almost his height, and was pleased to accept the collar on her neck, he locked it with a small padlock. he then attached a short leather leash and guided her to his room.Kim was always astounded by the way she reacted to having a collar locked on her, her pussy started to lubricate as the collar was placed on her, by the time Alan locked it with the padlock Kim’ pussy was wet with the anticipation of the next few hours. She had arrived almost an hour ago, while she undressed and brushed her short blonde hair she felt the anticipation of another night with her master. Kim started to feel herself. Her pussy was already wet. She started to rub her clit, then she began to pinch and twist it. As she inserted her fingers in to her wet cunt her eyes started to glaze over. She wanted to cum but was fearful,, Alan had not told her to and she was worried he might be angry. She stopped and went about making herself ready for her master. The past six months had been a subs dream, a caring Dom, someone who understood her needs, a man that was strict and severe but always knew when to stop. He had certainly trained her, used her, abused her, even once or twice placed her in a position of degradation that humiliated her, but never more than she could stand for. Sometimes he crossed what she thought were her limits, but she allowed it to get that far never using her safe word, he seemed to know more of what she could take than she did about herself. The pain she could take easier than the humiliation, but it was her master’s wishes that drove her to accept whatever he wanted without a word, and a thank you when she was permitted to speak.Alan led her into the back bedroom, he had decorated it for his pleasure, heavy hooks in the ceiling a chair with no seat, that left her ass and cunt open for him as she was secured with leather thongs. Hanging on the walls were whips, crops, paddles, as well as leather cuffs and many different chains and cords. The long table was fitted with hooks as well. That was where she was led tonight, placed on her back tied securely to the table, legs spread, arms above her head. And tonight something new was added, a black scarf was tied around her head blinding her. Kim felt a new sense of excitement, Alan was very tender to her as he tied her and blindfolded her eyes, he fondled her breasts and started to pinch and twist her nipples, Kim was getting a charge in her pussy as her nipples turned red and the pain heightened her senses. A gag was put in her mouth, not the usual one, this one had a hollow tube that held her tongue down, the hole was large and the tube was 4 or 5 inches long. It started to gag her a little she fought off the urge to vomit. She knew that would not please the master. Now that she was secure, Alan began to explain to her that tonight was to special, as he spoke he placed a pair of nipples clamps on her already hard buds, and she could feel a chain running down her middle. Suddenly she felt the cold metal clamp on her clit, this made her moan, “God does that hurt” she thought. The chain attached to her clit clamp and to her nipples was tight, any movement and she felt the pain in her pussy and on her nipples increase. As he looked at her he felt a twinge of excitement. He moved on to her straddling her face. Her latest training had involved toilet training and Alan needed to piss. He inserted his cock into the hole of the gag, he could feel Kim’s body flinch her head moved slightly, in anticipation of what she knew was coming. And Alan relieved himself into her mouth down her throat filling her mouth. Kim was trying not to choke to gulp down Alan’s piss. She had come to like its somewhat bitter taste. And for whatever the reason the act of drinking her masters pee turned her on. Made he pussy wet, excited her and this was a good thing for it pleased the master.Alan was telling her what a good slave she had become, how her pleasure from pain excited him and how he wanted to share the excitement with some of his more Dominant friends. Kim began to feel afraid, she thought, “Alan has never before included anyone in our sessions.” And as he was talking to her they heard the door bell ring. Alan left the room to answer the door. When he returned there were many voices both male and female. She listened as Alan invited them to use her, he explained that Kim was a good slave and obedient pain slut and even on occasion has been used as a toilet. He went to the wall and removed a short whip and handed to his friend Ellen. Ellen was an imposing woman, a Domme, dressed in all black leather and a cruel smile. As Ellen approached the table she began to speak to Kim. She came close to the side of Kim face and began to quietly speak to her, her eyes took in the beautiful Kim. She walked to the end of the table to get a better look at her pussy, lying there open and wet, the aroma of her sex was strong. Ellen reached out and felt the folds of Kim cunt lips, they were wet and just a little puffed. Then suddenly with no warning Ellen brought the whip down hard the lash hitting Kim directly on her pussy.“Oh god,” thought Kim, “that really hurt”. Her muffled moan brought an even bigger smile to the face of her tormentor. The whip lashed out again and again, Kim started to squirm, to know avail, she was tied securely with very little play. As suddenly as the whipping started in stopped. But it had achieved its desired effect. Kim’s pussy was dripping juices on to her thighs and down onto the table. Ellen stood over her now and with her softest voice began to talk to Kim as she untied her legs and flipped her over on to her belly, her large tits pressed into the table the nipple clamps now pressing into her tits as well as there cruel hold on her nipples. This time she was tied with her legs bent to offer a better angle to her perfect round ass. Her pussy, wet and dripping, Ellen took advantage of the angle as she began to whip the offered ass to her. The red welts lined up and down her soft skin, a testament to the skill in which Ellen possessed. Ellen walked to the opposite wall where a very large strap on dildo was hanging. She quickly removed her leather pants and strapped on the dildo. Ellen pussy was dripping and the rest of the people in the room could sense her excitement. Ellen pointed to a tall man at the other end of the room, indicating him to come to her. His name was John and he an Ellen had a long history. John moved across the room, the bulge in his pants was enormous. John stood in front of this Domme with confidence. Her hands went to his waist and opened his pants pulling them down and revealing his hard cock. It was at least 8 inches long but the width was incredible, a full 4 inches thick. “John,” Ellen said, ” I want you to feed this young sub, give a meal fit for a queen” as she pointed to Kim’s mouth. John understood the request and smiled, he stepped to the head of the table and lifted his cock to Kim gagged face, he untied the blindfold and the gag, removed them, Kim felt a moments relief and the her eyes fixed on the massive cock there in front of her. Kim thought “Oh my god, that is the thickest cock I have ever seen”. And at that moment John started to feed his largesse into her mouth. Kim had to stretch her mouth open, it was the largest cock she had ever seen and wasn’t sure she could handle it, fear spread throughout her being as this enormous cock started to chock her, moving down her mouth into her throat. Her tongue was trying to lick it and wet it, she started to gag as John pushed the rest of his member into her face. Kim began to relax her throat and was starting to feel the pleasure of sucking this cock when John began to pull back and slowly began to fuck her face. He held her head with his hands and started a rhythm of slow and long strokes into her throat.Kim was amazing, John had rarely seen a more beautiful woman and he wanted to continue this, make it last, even from where he stood he could smell the sex of her cunt, what a great looking sub she was. And how fortunate he was to be here and use her!Kim had been concentrating her efforts on accepting this huge cock in her mouth when Ellen slowly started rubbing the dildo in the crack of her pussy, wetting the rubber and teasing Kim cunt. The nipple clips and clit clips were tugging at her as she was pushed from both ends now each small movement caused a flash of pain to all of her sensitive spots. Her cunt was seeping juices and she was very near to cumming. She was frightened by the thought, as she knew that if she came before she was told to Alan would be displeased and would really punish her. And then she felt the large head of the dildo push against her pussy, passing through her lips starting to penetrate her, she wanted to push back at it but the pain from the clamps stopped her. With a small amount of pressure the dildo started to penetrate her, deeper and deeper, her pussy was being stretched and her clit was in agony. All the while she was being fucked in the mouth, she could feel John balls slapping at her chin as he now quickened the pace and was really fucking her mouth now! And then with a sudden push the strap on was deep in her cunt. She didn’t see the whip in Ellen hand, but she heard the woosh as it can down on her back. The pain was sudden and unexpected, here she was being fucked at both ends her pussy being stretched and abused her mouth full of the biggest cock she has had to date and then to be whipped. The tears were welling in he eyes, when she felt the cock in her mouth start to throb, now pumping faster into her throat. And then she felt the eruption of Johns cum hit the back of her throat, trying to swallow this flood of cum, but not even close, the cum was leaking out of the corners of her mouth as she tried to swallow more. The whip cruelly attacking her back and the dildo quickly bring her to the most powerful orgasm she ever had. Her pussy was vibrating for the strength of her cumming and the dildo was continuing its assault of her cunt. John pulled his cock out her mouth and held it up to her lips, “clean me slut, lick my cock clean”. This was hard to concentrate on as her pussy was still contracting and she was cumming like a river. But she knew better than to disobey and began t lick to proffered cock.Ellen’s cunt was tingling, she new she had to have this blonde sub eat her, and her cum. She reached down and spread Kim ass cheeks as she continued to lean in and fuck the cunt of her friend’s slave. She saw Johns face and new he had filled her with his jism, Ellen was rubbing the cum and pussy juices into Kim ass now, she was beginning to play her fingers on her brown star of an ass hole. Ellen’s finger slipped into her ass now, so tight she thought. Now two fingers and soon her hole had relaxed. Ellen pulled the dildo out of Kim’s cunt and quickly lined it up to the now lubricated ass of this pleasing sub. With a hard push she impaled Kim, a moan escaped Kim lips as she felt the dildo violate her ass. Kim felt like she was being split in two. Alan was watching intently, he had undressed while his prize was being used. His cock was hard as a rock as he began to stroke himself. When Kim began to moan as her ass was being fucked it was almost more than he could stand. He approached the slave, he began to put his cock into Kim mouth. She looked up at Alan, her eyes were asking him why? Why was he allowing these strangers to use her, what had she done to warrant this abuse? Her eyes pleading to him. The truth was Alan simply was returning the favor, it was not complicated. Over the years each of the people he had invited tonight had shared a similar experience with Alan. They had for whatever reason invited him to participate in a group to use or abuse their subs. Alan pulled his cock out of her mouth, softly spoke to Kim.“You have been a good sub, accepting all I have given you, pain and pleasure. Tonight it will be your night, you will have your limits tested. But when it is all over and done, you will still be my love, my pet and we will have entered into an even higher level of understanding. Do this for me, enjoy the pain revel in the sexual pleasures, endure the degrading and the humiliation knowing that it pleases me, that it is what I want”. Kim saw that this was truly what Alan her love her master wanted and she was happy she would be the best most obedient slave to the end. She opened her mouth and hungrily took his cock, sucked hard on his cock making him cum in her mouth as she greedily tried to swallow all his jism.All the while her ass was being fucked, her cunt was tingling into the center of her being. Kim knew she was about to explode and as she felt the dildo come out of her ass she did explode. She had heard of woman that squirted their cum like a man but this was the first time she has done this, it was the most powerful orgasm she has ever experienced. And it was not unnoticed. Ellen moved to her face lifted her chin to allow Kim to look directly into her pussy, “make me cum now slut, eat me bitch, lick me and make me cum”. Ellen moved closer and pushed her pussy into Kim face. Kim tongue reached out to lick Ellen’s clit, she had never seen such a large clit. Ellen reached over Kim back and began a gentle spanking on her ass as Kim licked and tongued her pussy. Kim sucked on her clit her tongue flicking the sensitive top. Faster and faster now sucking it into her mouth she could feel the juices flowing soaking her face and then Ellen tensed and began to cum, flowing her thick juices, Kim tried to eat it all to swallow each and every drop. But then something else hit her mouth, as Ellen’s cum was flowing so to did her urine. Kim could only open her mouth and gulp as the acrid yellow pee flowed, the piss was filling her mouth she couldn’t keep up and the pee started to run down her mouth onto the table soaking Kim’s chest. When finished Ellen offered her cunt to Kim and ordered her to clean her with her tongue. Kim did as she was told and licked and sucked her pussy till it was cleaned of all the pee and cum.As soon as Kim had completed he task she felt the binding being taken off, she was helped to her feet, and that was when she saw the rest of the group. There were two other men standing near the opposite wall. Alan introduced her to all of his company, he motioned at Ellen and John, he introduced them as a married couple, explaining that while John would be included in the domination of her tonight his normal role was as a sub to his Domme wife and that the two other men Mike, the taller dark hair man was an old friend and that she already knew Ron. He had been over to the house several times. Never when Kim was being used but he and Alan had openly discussed Kim’s place in Alan’s life and household. Kim had secretly wondered if Ron was as large in the cock as he looked. Ron always wore a pair on very tight jeans and his cock bulged to show an out line that always attracted Kim attention.Kim had her answer, Ron cock was at least 10 inches long, not nearly as thick as the monster between John’s legs but it’s width was just fine 2 or more inches around. Kim found herself hoping to feel the long cock of Ron’s in her pussy. As Kim was standing there for all to watch, her face and body still wet from Ellen’s pee, Ron motioned for her to approach him. She looked to Alan for permission, Alan smiled and nodded his head as he spoke to her. “Kim, I want you to obey any and all of the directions or demands made on you tonight by all of my guests”. With that said Kim lowered her head and eyes and moved toward Ron.Ron was already hard and had thought about using Kim for the last several months, ever since the first time he had seen her at Alan’s house. He had her kneel before him. He reached down and removed the clamps on her tits and clit. Had her spread her legs a little wider so he could see into her cunt. It was still wet and glistened. Slowly he looked at the wall behind him and then reached out for a long black riding crop. He then took Kim by the hand guiding her to the bed in the corner of the room. Kim was now flat on her back legs spread and just a touch of fear in her eyes. Of all the instruments a pain she had felt the crop still hurt her the most. Kim had on several occasions been close to her safe word when Alan had used the crop on her. Ron was standing over her, he began to tell her how luscious her tits looked to him and how he was going to enjoy her, when he began to gently crop her nipples. With each stroke he increased the strength of the crop. By the time he had hit her 6 or 7 times he was leaving red welts on her tits and her nipples were still darkening. Kim was now in real pain, and she was feeling the cropping to her toes, she was feeling her clit twitch as the pain enveloped her. She was entering into that place were her pain dulled and the pleasure won out. Ron reached down and took a nipple into his fingers, squeezing it hard then the other, Kim was now past the pain and looking for a release.Ron turned his attention to her wet pussy, he snapped the crop on her engorged clit, the shock of the pain brought Kim back to reality. Again and again Ron cropped her now sore clit. Then as suddenly as he had started he stopped. “Kim” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, “lift your legs bend them back push your hips out for me,” and Kim obeyed, giving Ron an open and exposed pussy to do as he wanted to. With that done Ron began cropping her cunt in earnest, with each stroke Kim grimaced and sucked in a deep breath. Her cunt was beyond pain now she began to scream with each stroke, “Yes, beat me!, Please, more, oh god it hurts so good”!With that kind of encouragement Ron really leaned into in now, alternating strokes to her open pussy and her bright red clit. He stopped after about 10 more strokes and reached down and slapped her pussy with his hand, the slap was hard and the stinging in her cunt took her over the edge, Kim began to orgasm, her body shook and the cum was running out of her pussy onto her thighs and the mattress. This was what Ron had wanted, he grabbed Kim legs and placed them over his shoulder and pushed his hard 10 inches into Kim still quivering cunt. Her assaulted her pussy with fast and deep stokes, he could feel the head of his dick tap at the top walls of Kim cunt. When he felt his balls begin to send his cum to his cock he pulled out of her cunt and with no preparation or lubrication other that her own juices, he stabbed his cock into her ass hole. The tightness increased the pressure in his balls and he began to ejaculate into her ass. All the while Kim was screaming, the assault on her ass produced the most delicious pain, causing her to begin a spasm of orgasms, and when she felt Ron’s hot cum being pumped into her ass she nearly passed out from the orgasms her body was giving her.Mike in the mean time saw the incredible scene Ron had just initiated and could not control his desire any longer. He stepped to the bed and watched as Ron cock exited Kim ass. He straddled her body and offered his cock to Kim, who greedily took it in her mouth and began to suck and lick it like it was her meaning in life. Kim had never before be used like this and to her surprise she loved it. Mike had a surprise for Kim. While his cock was firmly down her throat he began to pee. To Kim surprise she was able to gulp all the piss down, Mike was slowly releasing him stream and Kim was drinking it like it was fine wine. When he was drained he pulled his cock out of her mouth smiling he moved down her body and leaned into her chest. Mike grabbed her tits and pressed them together, as he did that he pushed his cock in-between. Mike was fucking her tits and pinching and twisting her nipples Kim was trying to stretch her tongue out to lick the head of his cock as it neared her mouth on each stroke. All this was becoming too much for Mike and he exploded his cum in large spurts, some hitting Kim face, most on her tits. Kim hungrily tried to get Mike’s cum into her mouth.Mike then turned his body around and started to lick and kiss Kim belly and down to her clit. When he found her engorged and sensitive clit exposed he began to lightly bite and suck her. This made Kim pussy again begin to twitch and she could feel another orgasm building in her. Mike started to finger her ass as his mouth and tongue bit and sucked on her cunt and clit. Now two fingers were in her ass as she humped her cunt into Mike’s mouth. Mike then started to insert the third finger and then a fourth. Kim ass was on fire as her cunt was being used. Finally she understood and began to panic, she knew! Mike was about to fist her ass, something she had never done before, but Kim was so hot, eager to please and so near her own orgasm she didn’t fight it, no, instead she encouraged him. “Fist my ass for me, come on Mike, fill me with your hand”. As she was saying that and more her orgasm hit her and just as she began to cum, Mike bit down hard on her clit and pushed his thumb and then his whole hand into Kim ass. Kim screamed, the pain was indescribable, easily over coming the intense orgasm, he ass was split she was sure her ass hole had been torn open. And Mike continued to fist her, Kim screams just made it more exciting. Soon he removed his hand, the intense pain was even more when he pulled his hand out of Kim ass. But what was next for Kim was the ultimate humiliation for Mike turned and presented his shit covered hand to Kim mouth and ordered her to lick it clean. Kim could taste her own shit, at first it gagged her, but as she continued she could taste the cum and her own juices as well and she began to like it. She cleaned Mike’s hand and fingers and smiled up at this man. The night continued for several more hours. Pain and pleasure. It was and will always be a night to remember.Alan carried his woman, his pet, his slave, to his bed and slowly and gently washed and stroked her as she drifted in and out of sleep. Kim had done well, no better than that she was a prize and Alan would keep her and love her, his slave forever.

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I took some free days at home after a boring business trip.On these some days, my loving wife was sent… Warning: This story is for the entertainment of adults. It contains detailed descriptions of Female Domination, Fisting, Watersports, Anal penetration and Non-Consensual sex. If you don’t think you would enjoy that, then don’t read it. This story features the Characters of Chyna, Miss Kitty and Jeff Jarrett. The are the characters as portrayed and in no way represent Joanie Laurer, Stacy Carter, or the real Jeff Jarrett. Jeff Jarrett sat with his head in his hands and stared at the floor. There was a medical orderly who was trying to check whether JJ had been injured during the match, possibly even concussed from the guitar shot to the head that he had received, because after he had lost his Title he had not responded to anyone. He just sat staring at nothing, and ignored the medic. He had been beaten. Worse, he had lost to a woman! That bitch Chyna had embarrassed him in front of the entire world by pinning him to become the new Intercontinental Champion. His mind thronged with the cheers of the crowd as they witnessed his humiliation at the hands of a woman and it was more than he could bear. * * * The new Champion was in the showers, her aching muscles seemed a thing of the past as she was exultant! She had won! The first woman ever to win a major Title in the men’s division of any organization. In that single perfect moment of realization nothing else mattered and she slipped into an almost dreamlike remembrance of everything she had gone through to reach this, the crowning moment of her career. “Pleeeaase?” The light soprano voice brought the raven-haired amazon out of her reverie and back to the small blonde woman who had followed her back to her dressing room after her victory. “You want to be my what?” she asked. “I want you to teach me how to be like you. Please?” Chyna studied the diminutive Miss Kitty. A more startling contrast than that between these two women it would be hard to imagine. Chyna was nearly 6 feet tall and had a broad shouldered, muscular physique, with massive, shapely breasts and long black hair, while Miss Kitty was almost a foot shorter, with a slight figure and small tits. Her blonde hair framed a cute, very pretty face, which at that moment bore an expression of adulation that Chyna felt intently. The word ‘jailbait’ crossed Chyna’s mind as she thought that Kitty looked altogether too childlike. Chyna felt her pussy warming as she look over the naked, girlish figure before her and knew that she wanted to possess and nurture her. It was a feeling that she wasn’t used to, as she usually enjoyed breaking an unwilling woman, forcing her to submit to her desires. The tall woman stepped forward and cupped Miss Kitty’s adorable face in her long-fingered hands. “And just what are you prepared to give me in returned?” she asked in a husky voice. Miss Kitty’s large, vulnerable eyes looked back into Chyna’s own and she said in a trusting voice “I’ll do whatever you want.” One of Chyna’s hands slipped down the blonde’s slender neck and her fingertips lightly brushed over her sensitive breasts, sending thrills down the smaller woman’s spine, until she pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Anything?” Chyna asked. “Anything,” she answered in a quiet voice. Chyna pulled the girl close and stooped down to kiss her firmly on the lips. After a startled moment, Miss Kitty responded earnestly, her small tongue wrestling with the larger woman’s as they explored each other’s bodies with their hands. It was Chyna that broke away from the kiss, and with one hand grasping the back of Miss Kitty’s head, she guided her eager mouth downward to her breasts. Such was the difference in their heights that Kitty didn’t need to even bend her neck to suck on one of Chyna’s hard nipples. She brought both of her hands back from their exploration of the Champion’s muscles and used them to stroke the massive breast before her as the larger woman leant back against the tiled wall and sighed, relaxing in the spray of the shower. Miss Kitty took each breast in turn, and as she sucked on one she would pinch the other with her small fingers. The heavy breasts heaved as Chyna’s breathing became deeper while the blonde slavered over them, licking every exposed inch and burying her head into the cleavage to lick the sensitive flesh there too. After about ten minutes of this, Chyna once more grasped the back of Miss Kitty’s head and gently pushed her face downward. Kitty’s little tongue continued to lap at the Champion’s skin as she went slowly down to one knee, tracing the contours of Chyna’s abdominal muscles and swirling it around inside her navel until she was faced with the ultimate treasure. Miss Kitty had never seen another woman’s pussy before, and Chyna’s was completely shaven to expose her every detail. Her pussy-lips were thick and flushed with blood and Kitty could just discern the hood of her swollen clitoris where it poked through the top of her slit. After a moment’s hesitation, Miss Kitty kissed Chyna right at the very tip of her slit, just above her clitty, sending a pleasant thrill through her that surprised the amazon dominatrix. Never before had something so gentle given her such pleasure. Normally Chyna would be grinding her cunt against the other woman’s screaming face as she pleasured herself, just as she had done to Debra a month before. She couldn’t remember the last time a woman had served her without being broken first. Miss Kitty parted Chyna’s moist lips and started to lick up and down the full length of her slit. Chyna had to suppress a small rapturous cry as her tiny lover slipped one slim finger into her vagina. Powerful muscles bore down on the small digit, almost crushing it, and it was with great difficulty that Miss Kitty inserted a second finger inside her. Chyna’s clitoris had now hardened to more than half an inch in size and Miss Kitty latched onto it with her perfect lips and sucked it out from under the hood and into the warm cavity of her mouth. As she did this she managed to force a third finger into Chyna’s pulsating cunt. Miss Kitty sucked on Chyna’s clitoris like it was a small penis, working her lips up and down it’s short length and teasing it by flicking the tip of her tongue over the very end of it. Chyna bucked involuntarily over the tiny blonde as she was driven wild with passion. Slowly, Miss Kitty managed to get all five of her fingers into Chyna’s hot vagina, and gradually she pushed harder into her, until the knuckles of her fingers and thumb were past the point of most resistance and she could force her entire hand into the big woman. Chyna couldn’t restrain herself any longer and reaching down, she grabbed Miss Kitty’s upper arm and rammed her entire forearm deep into her own cunt. She pulled the blonde’s arm almost all the way out and then rammed it back inside. Miss Kitty sat back on her heels and watched in shock as Chyna used her arm like huge dildo, fucking herself brutally. Chyna snarled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her face back into her cunt again. Miss Kitty got the message and she fist-fucked the Intercontinental Champion and sucked on her clit until Chyna suddenly seized. Kitty’s hand was crushed by Chyna’s incredibly strong cunt-muscles as the dominatrix orgasmed, the wetness of her spending flowing over the arm impaling her and into Miss Kitty’s mouth. Chyna shook and convulsed wildly for over a minute as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure before she collapsed, landing heavily on the tiny girl below her.xxx porn photoMiss Kitty lay pinned under the female wrestler and struggled for breath until Chyna regained her senses and rolled off of the diminutive blonde. As she rolled onto her back, Miss kitty was forced to roll onto her stomach or risk breaking her arm, because it was still firmly gripped inside the bigger woman’s cunt. As Chyna lay on her back panting for air, Kitty placed the heel of her hand against Chyna’s pelvis and with a great effort, she managed to extract her forearm. Her hand felt numb after being crushed inside Chyna’s vice-like pussy and she tried to massage some life into her fingers. She didn’t notice Chyna recover until her shoulders were gripped and she was pushed down onto the ceramic floor of the over-sized shower cubicle. She looked down on the girlish blonde and the usual dominant side of her personality reasserted itself. She smiled evilly. “Now, it’s my turn to make YOU come!” she said. She held up a muscular arm and then curled the fingers of her hand into a fist. Her smile grew broader. * * * They were laughing at him. Not to his face perhaps, but he knew that they were anyway. He’d laughed often enough in the past at anyone whom Chyna had pinned in the ring. He knew that a real man could never be beaten by a mere woman, and he knew that he was a real man. But he had lost. He looked up at the woman who was still trying to give him a clean bill of health, and he saw the disgust in her eyes. She hid it well, but he knew she had enjoyed watching that bitch Chyna humiliate him in front of everyone. The other wrestlers all had carefully neutral expressions on their faces when he looked at them, and he knew that they were laughing too. Everyone was laughing. And Chyna. She was laughing loudest of all. He could hear her, in his imagination. But he would stop her, he would show her and the world that he was a REAL man. And he would teach her what a woman was good for as well. He stood up and pushed the EMT away and went in search of Chyna’s dressing room. He would put her in her place once and for all. * * * Miss Kitty had her head held in both hands and she was screaming. “YES, OH GOD YES! PLEASE MISTRESS!” Chyna was kneeling between her wide spread thighs and she had her fist pressed against Kitty’s blonde furred pussy. Her thick forearm was wet with Miss Kitty’s love-juice right up to the elbow, and as the small woman begged she punched it back inside her tight cunt. Miss Kitty screamed as she was stretched once more beyond the limits of anything she had ever felt before. Chyna’s fist was twice the size of Kitty’s own, and Kitty’s pussy was much smaller than the mighty amazon’s was. Her vagina felt as though it was about to split, but she didn’t care as Chyna bent down and sucked one of Kitty’s tiny breasts into her mouth. She gnawed at the girl’s nipple as she continued to punch-fuck the delirious blonde. At that moment they heard the door crash open as Jeff Jarrett stormed into the changing room. “Chyna! Where are you, you fucking BITCH!” He slammed the lockers and threw one of the benches against the wall. “Show yourself, you CUNT!” Chyna stepped out of the shower and stood with her arms crossed. “What do you want, Jeff.” She asked in a deceptively reasonable tone. JJ spun around and then stopped dead as he saw that she was naked. Her skin was wet and her muscles glistened in the light. He saw that her huge breasts didn’t drop at all when she was undressed as they stood high and proud on her muscle-bound chest, her abs were well defined on her narrow waist and tapered down to her smooth shaven pussy. He completely lost his train of thought as he stood staring at her crotch until he saw her pussy-lips twitch as she shifted her weight to one foot. His cock swelled up to its full length in his shorts. “Was there something you wanted, or did you just want to get a good look?” she sneered as she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips, exposing the nipples of her magnificent breasts. JJ shook himself and realized how he could teach her a lesson she would never forget. And he would get himself a little revenge by raping her ass.. If she wants to look like a man, I’ll teach her to take it like a man, he thought, ignoring the evidence of her femininity before him. Without saying a word, he lunged for her and grabbed her in a bear hug. He released a hand from the hold and grabbed one of her breasts. “I’m going to teach you what a real man can do!” he shouted. Then he suddenly screamed as Chyna brought her knee up sharply into his crotch. She gripped him by the shoulders and kicked him in the balls again, and again, and again. Jarrett was doubled over and gasping for breath, his hands clutched over his testicles. Chyna jerked his head up by the hair and said, “Jeff, you haven’t got the balls to take me!” Then she twisted one arm around behind him into a half-nelson and rammed him head first into the tiled wall. Double J staggered back in a daze and Chyna spun him around and swiftly kicked him in the balls for the fifth time and as he doubled over in pain, she rammed his head down between he powerful thighs and hooked his arms up behind his back. He just had time to realize that he could feel her hot, wet pussy pressing against the back of his neck before she dropped to her knees and drove his forehead down onto the cubicle’s hard floor. * * * “Jeff. Wake up Jeff.” He heard the soft-spoken voice dimly behind the pain in his skull and his testicles. It seemed as though he had been hit repeatedly over the head today, by everything including the kitchen sink. He slowly pried his eyelids open and looked up into Chyna’s smiling face. She looked almost friendly. “Are you alright Jeff?” she asked sweetly. He was only vaguely aware that his cock was being caressed and it was stiffening in automatic response. He tried to speak but couldn’t seem to coordinate properly and so he nodded unsteadily. She assumed an almost concerned expression and Double J was suddenly aware that she was mocking him. “That’s a shame, I guess that means I’m going to have to hurt you some more.” She said, and suddenly squeezed his prick painfully until it wilted. He tried to get up but he couldn’t move. The bitch had tied him up! She had stripped him naked and tied him up! He struggled against the nylon ropes but Chyna knew her knots and he couldn’t even budge them. Chyna grabbed his now flaccid cock again and said, “Tell me Jeff, was that really as big as it gets? Because that’s not what I would expect of a REAL man, a ten year old boy has a more impressive cock than you!” “Let me go, you BITCH!” he shouted, causing a wave of pain through his aching head. “Now, now Jeff. That’s hardly the way to speak to your Mistress. You will address me as ‘My Lady’ or ‘Mistress’ or, at the very least, as ‘Ma’am’.” “You ain’t my mistress, you ugly cunt! And if you don’t let me go right now, then I’ll make you regret it!” he shouted. “Really? I have to disagree,” she spoke softly, but her eyes had hardened like flint at the insult. “Let’s see, I took Debra away from you, I took the Intercontinental Title, I’ve taken your dignity and kicked your ass in front of the entire world,” She counted each item off on her fingers. “And now, on top of all that, I’ve taken Miss Kitty away from you as well.” She beckoned Miss Kitty to join her where Jarrett could see them and kissed her deeply and passionately. In spite of his predicament, Jeff’s cock started to harden once more at the sight of the two very different but equally naked women’s embrace. Chyna broke off the kiss and turned back to her captive. “It seems to me that I’ve taken everything you ever had.” She taunted, and Jarrett started to swear and curse at her in response. Chyna sneered at his futile rage, took her measure of him and struck him hard across the face. Then she struck him again with a backhanded blow before she grabbed his short blond hair and jammed his face into her smooth, wet pussy. She rubbed her cunt over his face and said; “Pay attention, you dickless jerk! Because even though I am all woman,” she crammed his mouth deeper into her slit to emphasize her words, “I’m more of a man than YOU will EVER be!” Miss Kitty giggled as her mistress humiliated her ex-lover. “He won’t like that my Lady,” Miss Kitty learnt much faster than Jeff did that it was a bad idea to show any disrespect towards Chyna. “He would never lick my pussy!” she exclaimed. “Is that so?” Chyna replied, “But I’ll just bet that he wanted you to suck his little dickie now didn’t he?” “Oh yes, Mistress.xxx young sex photo “Well then Jeff, it looks like you’ve got some amends to make.” She pulled Miss Kitty over and positioned before the helpless man. “Get to work! I want you to make her come in no more than 5 minutes.” Miss Kitty squatted down and spread her blonde-fringed pussy-lips open in front of her ex-employer. Jeff clamped his lips shut and turned his head away from what, to him, was the sickening sight of her exposed sex. Chyna had stretched out, leaning languorously against the cubicle wall as she watched. She smiled crookedly as Jeff refused to co-operate. “You had better do what I say, Jeff.” She spoke evenly, “You’re going to suffer a lot before I’m done with you, so the more you fight me, the worse you’re going to make it for yourself.” Still, despite Chyna’s warning Jarrett refused to co-operate and Miss Kitty simply grabbed the back of his head and started to grind her cunt into his face. As she rubbed herself on him, Miss Kitty began to realize the exhilarating effect that having someone else totally at your mercy could have. It was that newfound knowledge, more than the rough friction of Jarrett’s nose and chin that eventually triggered her orgasm. Jeff felt physically sick as Miss Kitty’s girl-cum squirted out onto his face and she smeared it all over him as she squealed in pleasure. He was silent when Kitty got off of him, biting back the curses and swear words that he wanted to say. He realized now that his only option was to play along with these sick bitches until he got a chance to escape, and then he would make them pay! “I’m afraid that isn’t good enough, Jeff.” Chyna said. There was no clock in the changing rooms, but it wouldn’t have mattered how long Kitty’s orgasm took. She got up from where she sat and crouched down next to Jarrett’s bound body. “You really don’t seem to be grasping the fundamentals here. I tell you what to do, and you do it.” She grabbed his aching testicles and gripped them firmly. “So next time I give you an order, you do it! Understand?” Jeff gave a sharp cry of pain as she crushed his balls in her strong fingers. She kept on squeezing until he nearly blacked out from the pain. As his mind slipped toward darkness, she released her hold and he heard he give an order to Miss Kitty to fetch something. He recovered slowly and when he did, he saw Miss Kitty standing over him with more of the nylon rope. At Chyna’s command, the tiny blonde pulled his soft cock clear from his body and began to wrap the rope around it. Chyna was telling her how to loop it around the shaft and where to tie the knots and within a couple of minutes his penis was a criss-crossed pattern of bulging cock-flesh and blue nylon rope. “Now Jeff, I’m going to show you how to please a hot little cunt like Miss Kitty’s here, and you are going to watch.” With that, Chyna turned away from him and lay Miss Kitty down onto the floor. She slowly stroked along the insides of her thighs up to the golden furred delta of her pussy. She hooked her fingertips into Kitty’s little pussy-lips and pulled them apart. She looked over her shoulder at Double J and smiled, then she dipped her head and licked the full length of the smaller woman’s slit. She tongued Miss Kitty for more than ten minutes and made sure that Jeff could see every movement. The ropes had been tied tightly around his cock while it was soft and now that he was forced to watch the lesbians in action, his penis was trying to expand but there was no give in the bonds. He closed his eyes, but he could still hear Miss Kitty’s squeals of pleasure as Chyna licked her out, and his cock continued to grow. “Jeff, do you really think that pathetic little thing you call a ‘manhood’ could satisfy a woman?” He opened his eyes and saw that Chyna had two fingers inserted inside the small woman. “It takes a lot more than that to please even one as small as Miss Kitty here,” as she spoke, she inserted a third finger into the blonde. “Isn’t that right Kitty-cat?” “Oh yes, mistress,” Kitty said, then she reached up above her head and braced her arms against the wall. “Please… please mistress… Do it! I need it… please!” Chyna turned back to Jarrett and smiled, and then, before his disbelieving eyes, she pushed her entire hand inside the panting blonde. She twisted her wrist and forced more of her arm into Miss Kitty’s tiny body, twisting and thrusting until inch by inch she had pushed her entire forearm inside her new lover, right up to the elbow! Jarrett could not believe what he was seeing as Chyna started to punch-fuck Miss Kitty once more. He could actually see Chyna’s hand as it moved inside the blonde’s abdomen and his cock was agony to him in response, as the sadistic bitch had intended it should be. Chyna reached down with her free hand and started to rub Kitty’s swollen clitty with her thumb. She crushed it down roughly against her pistoning forearm and Miss Kitty came, screaming with pain induced pleasure. Chyna pulled her arm out of the girl with a loud and audible slurping sound, and as she knelt back, Jeff could see that Miss Kitty’s cunt was gaping obscenely open. Jarrett’s vision was blurring with tears from the pain of his tightly bound cock, which bulged through the gaps between the ropes and was a very unhealthy purple color. The raven-haired amazon rolled the smaller woman over onto her stomach and she pulled her girlish buttocks apart. Miss Kitty gasped as she felt Chyna’s slick finger press against the rose of her anus. Then, without warning, she was penetrated! “Take a good look, Jeff. I’ll bet she never let you have this little treasure, did she?” Chyna twisted her finger inside Kitty’s virgin anus, eliciting a small gasp from the girl. “So I want you to watch real close, ’cause she’s gonna take my whole hand!” Miss Kitty felt a shiver of fear run through her at Chyna’s words. It wasn’t possible! She’d be torn apart. But she had taken it in her cunt, and if Chyna wanted her to take it up her ass, then that was what she would do. The most important thing to Miss Kitty was that she never wanted to let Chyna down. She bit her lower lip as Chyna inserted a second finger. She pumped them in and out a few times before adding a third. Kitty forced her asshole to relax, suppressing the instinctive desire to clench up against the unnatural intruder, because even as inexperienced as she was, she realized that resistance would only make it hurt more. With only Miss Kitty’s own girl-cum to act as lubrication, Chyna forced her fourth finger into the blonde. After a minute of twisting thrusts to open her yet further, she pushed her thumb inside too. Kitty screamed as Chyna kept the pressure behind that last push, forcing the rest of her hand between her buttocks. She felt her sphincter being stretched to agonizing dimensions as the widest part of the hand forced its way inside her. Then, just as she thought that something would tear, her asshole snapped back to grip Chyna’s wrist and the hand was in! She lay panting and wild-eyed as Chyna reversed the direction of motion and Miss Kitty cried out as her hole was being stretched again. Chyna pulled her hand out until just before the tip of her thumb would leave her hotness, and then she forced it back inside. She repeated the process another four or five times before she removed it entirely. The muscular woman stood up and walked into the locker room, leaving her lover spread face down on the floor with her asshole gaping wide and Jeff Jarrett doubled over his agonizingly restrained penis. When she returned, she was no longer entirely naked, as jutting massively from her crotch was a huge black rubber dildo. It was more than 15 inches long and about 4 inches in diameter! It was held in place by thick leather straps that circled her slim waist and ran under her hairless pussy to buckle up in the small of her back. Miss Kitty looked up over her shoulder as Chyna knelt down behind her and there was fear in her eyes as she saw the giant implement. “M… mistress?” she asked quietly. “Hush child,” the amazon answered, “You can take it. I know you can,” she added reassuringly. Chyna popped the cap on a tube of KY jelly and squeezed some into her hand. As she applied the slimy substance to the black dildo she looked over at Jarrett and smiled wickedly, then she started to slide her hand up and down the huge length, as though she were masturbating her massive cock. “You see Jeff? Now do you understand just how pathetic your little boy-cock really is?” The insult struck Jarrett like the strongest of blows. He knew it wasn’t true, that his 712-inch cock was larger than average, but it didn’t matter. Chyna’s ‘cock’ was more than twice as long and three times as thick as his own and there was no way that he could possibly measure up to that. Then Chyna turned back to her little love-slave and positioned the well-lubricated tip of her rubber penis in the cleft of Miss Kitty’s tight buttocks. She slowly pushed the head of the giant dildo through her asshole, and then she began to thrust easily in and out, gradually working her way deeper into her lover. With each thrust, she opened the blondes tight little rectum wider and deeper until she bottomed out at twelve inches or so. When that happened Chyna started to increase the tempo of her thrusts, changing the angle of entry to stretch the walls further, allowing her to cram more and more of the huge cock into her and forcing her organs to shift inside her to make room for it. Eventually Miss Kitty was completely impaled and Chyna began to fuck her in earnest. As she did so, the mass of the giant dildo bore down just above her clitoris with each inward motion and then as she pulled out, the harness strap under her crotch rubbed on the sensitive organ, sending her into a rising spiral of pleasure. As she felt her orgasm building, she reached around to hook her fingers into her lover’s snatch and started to frig her slit. After less than a minute of this treatment Miss Kitty was screaming with a truly mind-blowing orgasm. The shudders of her girlish body were transmitted via her anus and the huge dildo to Chyna’s clitoris, and she too came explosively. Chyna collapsed onto her elbows as she was assailed by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure and she saw stars before her eyes as it seemed as though she rode from one orgasm straight into another.sex and porn gifWhen she recovered, she slowly pulled the huge strap-on dildo out of Miss Kitty’s asshole with a sickening wet pop. She rocked back onto her heel and looked down on the prostrate form of her unconscious love-slave. Miss Kitty had fainted from the overwhelming power of her orgasm. Chyna slid her fingers over her head and pushed her wet hair back from her face. As she did so, she caught sight of the tightly bound Jeff Jarrett who was almost weeping with the pain from his tortured cock. “What’s the matter Jeff? Feeling a little left out, are you?” She said and she rose to her feet, the giant rubber cock bouncing as she did so. She walked over to him, the dildo jutting obscenely from her crotch. She placed her hand on his head and stroked his head almost affectionately. “There, there, Jeffrey. Perhaps what you need is a good pacifier?” she said, and brandished the slimy black cock in his face. “Suck it!” she ordered. After one shocked moment, he clamped his lips shut and turned his head away from the towering bitch. She couldn’t crush his balls and feed him her cock at the same time, so she gripped his jaw and crushed his cheeks against his teeth with her fingertips until he was forced to open his mouth. Once he did that, there was nothing he could do to stop her ramming the dildo into his mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and forced the dildo deeper. Jarrett’s jaw was forced as wide as it could go by the huge rubber cock and there was nothing he could do to prevent the flavor of Miss Kitty’s bowels and the lubricating jelly from swamping his tastebuds. He was totally defenseless against her as she began raping his mouth, forcing the dildo into his throat. Chyna looked down on the gagging, former six-time Intercontinental Champion as she made him suck her big black cock. She laughed as his eyes bulged from his face as she started to fuck his throat, driving move than six inches of the slimy strap-on down his gullet. His face was as purple as his still hard cock and his eyelids were fluttering before Chyna finally withdrew the dildo from his mouth. Jarrett immediately started to cough and choke, desperately gasping for air. Chyna turned away from Double J and bent down over Miss Kitty’s motionless form. She scooped the tiny woman up in her strong arms and carried her out of the cubicle, leaving Jarrett retching behind her. * * * Double J looked up when Chyna and Miss Kitty returned. Kitty was wearing white, lacey lingerie while Chyna had dressed in her leather chaps and bra-top combination, but she was still wearing her huge rubber cock and it bobbed hypnotically before her as she approached him. She crouched down beside him and jerked his head up and held it firmly while Miss Kitty strapped the collar she had hidden behind her back around his neck. Jarrett was about to protest when he saw the evil glint in Chyna’s eyes and wisely decided to remain silent. “Now then, Jeff. I think it’s time for your final lesson.” Chyna nodded to Miss Kitty, who knelt down and untied his ankles. Jeff tried to make a run for freedom, but his legs were cramped and he was jerked short by the leash that was in Chyna’s hand. She hauled him backward and then rammed a knee into his stomach, knocking the wind, and the fight, out of Jarrett. “What did you want to do that for. And after you were doing so well!” Chyna patronized him. “Never mind, I know you’re going to enjoy your next punishment!” Miss Kitty giggled as Chyna lead Jarrett like a xxx by his leash into the changing room itself. Once there, she kicked his feet out from under him and he fell heavily to the floor. Miss Kitty then dropped down in front of him and started to untie the rope harness that bound and tortured his penis. His bloated manhood was beginning to turn black and had become almost numb until the blood that had been trapped began to flow again. Jeff let out an agonized howl as the pain returned tenfold. It was worse than anything he had ever felt before in his life! He literally wept tears as Miss Kitty finished releasing his cock from the tight ropes. The pain was so great that when Chyna released his arms he couldn’t do anything but try to huddle over his crotch. The amazon grabbed a bench and pulled it into the middle of the room and then she and Miss Kitty forced the pain-paralyzed man to kneel at one end of it. Chyna jerked on his leash and made him lie face down lengthwise along the beach. She tied the handle of his leash to one of the legs of the bench at the far end and then they tied his thighs to the legs at the other end. His arms were tied together under the bench, elbow to wrist. Chyna looked down on her bound enemy and smiled. In this position, His battered cock was visible, hanging below bruised testicles and his ass was totally vulnerable. “Since you’ve been such a bad boy, I think you need a good spanking!” she said in her most condescending tone. She gave his ass a stinging slap that shocked Jarrett to the core. Then Miss Kitty slapped him on the same butt-cheek. And that was how it continued. Chyna would strike one cheek with a powerful smack and then Miss Kitty would slap the same place with a much weaker blow that Jarrett would barely even have felt if Chyna weren’t so thoroughly tenderizing his rump.. Then Chyna would spank his other cheek and Kitty would copy her mistress. All the time that they were spanking him like a little schoolboy they were laughing and joking, enjoying the degree of humiliation so simple a punishment could inflict on a full grown man. By the time they were finished, his well-beaten backside was a vibrant red. In the position he was in, he looked rather colorful from the rear, with the red of his ass, the blue and purple of his bruised cock and balls, and with his blond pubic hair adding yet more color. Chyna moved to Jarrett’s head and noticed the tear tracks on his cheeks. “Oh dear! And

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late for work the guy was no where to be seen I didn’t even know his name I got up and went to my room.I then checked out and went to work I was due home later that day as for the stranger I never gave him another thought.It was a couple of weeks when I got a letter through the post it was a demand for $5000 What the hell is all this about I thought then I read on,You signed an agreement to pay Anthony Smith the sum of $5000 as agreed to the deal signed below that’s my signature I’ve been conned by the stranger in the hotel bar he got me drunk and made me sign this agreement I must tell Sally my wife it was a mistake and try and sort it out.real porn storiesAs you might have guest Sally wasn’t too pleased when I told her “How the hell did you get yourself in this position?So I explained what we had said to each other and about the bet I thought I could take his money easy because I knew you wouldn’t agree to such a deal.How stupid could you be and to think I trusted you what does he 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hear me?I hear you but if you don’t he will take us to court for the money and he sending a parcel for you?What’s going to be in it?The clothes he wants you to wear and instructions and what you have to do?This just gets better is there no way we can change his mind?No?I need to think this over it looks like theirs no other way I hope you relies what this means to me I have never had sex with anyone except you and now your getting me to have sex with this man to save your neck.We didn’t speak for the next few days the parcel arrived as stated when sally opened it there was a thong no bra stocking and a black high heels a short black strapless dress this lot must have cost him a lot of money as it’s a designer labels something I could never afford.It says I must get you to drive me to this address on Friday and to make sure you wait for me?Friday soon came and Sally was now upstairs getting ready,I have to admit the thought of my wife fucking another man made me feel horny I wanted to watch her fuck him?Sally came down the stairs she looked so fucking sexy in the dress it was perfect and the shoes showed her long sexy legs in her stocking she looked amazing?How do I look”?Fantastic?Shame that its you who is not going to be fuck ing me this is for another man so take a good look as I’m doing this for you?As we drove to the address we never said a word I pulled up to the place an out of town motel.My phone rang it was him?Ask your wife to go to room 10So I parked outside the room and told her its room 10 and was waiting for her.She got out the car she said see you later remember Im doing this for you and walked to the door.I watched her as the door opened and she stepped inside this was it there was no turning back .There wasn’t anything I could do but wait?cum wife sex storiesHi Sally my name is Andrew please have a seat and lets get the details out of the way first your husband signed this contract with me so after tonight is over you can have this contract and that will be the finish of the deal Ok?Yes Ok?Great I see your wearing the items I sent you very nice too you’re a very sexy woman and have a great body?Can we just get this over with?There’s no rush I want to enjoy this moment with you and I want your husband to understand betting your wife as a prize will make him respect and appreciate you more.Im not sure about that?After Ive finished with you. You might be back for more?Ok take the dress off I want to see that sexy body of yours?I started to remove my dress Oh my god you have a body to die for and you look so sexy in that thong and those legs look amazing?I was feeling good about myself being paid so many complements so I really started to act sexy in front of him if I was going to do this then I was going to enjoy it?He then asked me to come closer to him I did he pushed his face right between my legs and started to put his tong into my pussy “Oh god that felt so good.He was now making me feel wet he then turned me around and pushed his face into my rear and used his tong up between my bum cheeks.I had never had that done to me before it was amazing.Do you like that as he push his finger into my pussy while liking my bum hole.Oh god that feels so good pls don’t stop?he then spun me round and pulled my thong to one side and rammed his young into my wet pussy and put his finger in my rear which made me squirm this was an amazing feeling I have never experience anything like this before I was now ready for his cock.I wanted to start sucking his cock so I told him lie back on the bed he was now so hard it took me a bit of time to get it out of his pants.Wow it was so big a lot bigger than my husbands and thick too I put his cock to my lips this was going to be a challenge as i wasn’t sure I could fit it all in my mouth.I slowly put the head to my lips and gently pushed forward taking about half it was so fucking big .I started to suck him but he wanted me to take more in I could feel myself gagging as he touch the back of my throat and there was still more to go I decided to push further and allow it to go down my throat?Oh god I felt his cock pulsate in my throat as gagged trying to suck him.I was glad when he took it out and said?Im ready to fuck that pussy.I then got on top of him guided his cock to my pussy lips how I going to fit monster into my pussy goodness knows.Then I slowly pressed down he was so big I could feel my pussy lips being forced apart and each time I pushed down the tighter it got because of his size he pushed himself upwards until I had most of his cock inside of me.Oh my god he was so hard and so big it felt wonderful once inside I managed to moved up and down slowly my pussy was now lubricating his cock which made it easier fucked him my tits were bouncing with the rhythm of moving up and down he was trying to grab and suck on them so I leaned forward it felt so good I love having my tits sucked.by now we were pounding each other so much I was now ready to cum over his big cock.”Oh fuck I’m going to cum fuck me harder Oh Fuck me Oh Fuccccccking hell? Oh my god I’m cumin Oh Fucccccking ?hell fuck me you bastard I need your cock fuccccccking hell? Oh my god you bastard your making so wet Fuck me harder Owweeee I cuminAs I cum I felt him explode inside me it was amazing he never stopped cumin it felt like he was tap full of cum that someone had forgotten to turn off .We lay there for a while to recover I could still feel his cum in me I must have had a bucket load .I eased myself off his cock I lay on my back next to him he leaned over and started to suck my tits again which was making wet again he worked his fingers down to my pussy and pushed his fingers inside he was scooping the cum out from my pussy and boy did he know how to use his fingers .I want to make sure theirs enough room for my second load he said ?taboo porn storiesI begged him to fuck me again and he did he lifted my legs over my head and pushed his hard cock right back into me again and inserted his finger into my bum hole. “Oh fuck that’s feels so good he was now pounding with his cock and fingering my hole at the same time too I was loving every thrust I was soon cumin again and before long he was pumping me full of him cum it was the most amazing feeling Ive ever had I didn’t know it could be so good with another man.We rested for about 30 minutes then we fucked again this time he fucked me standing up against the wall he told me I looked so sexy in my heels and stockings and with my tits bouncing he fucked me another two times I was now dripping in his cum down my inside thighs as I felt it pouring out he pulled out and then back in for another fuck i was so sore I must have been with him for hours?My husband must have thought when is she coming out she’s been with him for so long .Well buddy shame this was your fault and you owe me big what you put me through Ha”Ha”?I got dressed and made my way to the door I turned and said to Anthony Thanks for the night I had a real good time and the sex was amazing you have a great cock.I might try it again sometime?My pleasure call me anytime you have my number?I might just do that?As I got to the car Tim had fallen asleep good job too as if he Knew how much I had enjoyed myself he wouldn’t have been too pleased.Take me home I said and never ask me to do anything like this again ok?Ok and thank you I owe you big time?You do buster i could feel the cum still pouring from my pussy I had truly been fucked by a stud.The moral of this story is never bet on your wife unless you want loose?

My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Red silk blouse, black ankle length wrap around skirt, lacy white bra and matching string. “Well, it may be another boring promotional party, but at least I’ll look good,” I thought to myself. I hated these things, always having to be on your guard against the other P.R. bitches, all of them looking to fill your shoes and their most direct route is via your jugular. This one was for some new product that we’d just finished the marketing strategy for. They were launching it at the Barbican Centre. A hail of floodlights and champagne and then a quick look at the commercial, followed by more champagne and then home to my nice warm bed and my loving husband. Josh, my husband, never came to these bashes. He couldn’t stand the morons and their patronising talk, but he always made himself available to ferry me to the venues and back home again after it was over. I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself. “Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old with two kids,” I thought as the door opened and Josh said, “Come on love, I want to be back in time for the match. You’re looking good.” “I’m ready now. Shouldn’t be a late one tonight.” I kissed Josh on the cheek, closed the car door and made my way up the steps. They were really going for it this time, no expense spared by the look of the posters and glitter that adorned the hallway. Then I noticed my boss and the client. “Irene, hello. You’ve met John Frazer from the Promo Dept at Majorhost haven’t you?” “Yes, of course I have,” I said as I stretched my hand out. “My dear, so nice to see you again, and what a lovely outfit,” the old man said. “Enjoy the show.” I walked into the function room and looked around the usual faces. Most of them worked for either the client or us but there were a few I didn’t recognise. A glass was pressed into my hand and I looked around to meet the eyes of an extremely handsome man I definitely hadn’t met before. “Don’t you just hate these things?” he said in a quiet voice. “They’re not that bad when you get used to them. I’m Irene Ross from Heath Ross and Associates,” I said inquisitively. “Forgive me, Steve Daly from Majorhost. I work in the Promotions Department. Come on let’s have a drink.” I followed him to the bar as I downed the contents of the glass he’d given me only moments before. We talked for a while long while before he said, “Let’s have a dance.” Normally I wouldn’t dance at these functions but the jealous stares of some of my colleagues had me feeling a little mischievous. “Right, let’s do that.” I said as headed towards the music in the main hall. We danced for a long while, then the commercial was shown to ingratiating and rapturous applause and then it was time to go home. Steve said, “Want a lift?” “Thanks Steve but my husband is expecting me to call for him.” “Let him stay with the TV, give him a ring and let him know that you’ve got a ride home,” he said as he plopped his mobile into my hand. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I rang Josh while Steve’s beautiful piercing eyes shone at me. What was I thinking? It all seemed so naughty, it was like being on a date again. Josh was fine about me taking a lift from one of my friends, besides, his match had gone into extra time and he was more interested in that. We drove across London in the right direction for home when Steve said, “I live just there,” as he pointed at the docklands. “Nice place, you should see it. How about we stop off for a nightcap?” “No, really, I shouldn’t,” I said in my assertive tone but Steve was having none of it. “Come on, just a small one. It has one of the best views on this side of the river.” He was persistent and I capitulated. “OK, but we’d better be quick,” I said.nude young girl sex photosHis building was one of those old warehouses. Smart enough too. He stopped by a door and pressed some code into a metal box, there was a click and he turned the handle. He stepped back and gestured me into the room. As I walked past him the sound of a TV was clear and as I rounded the corner into his living room I was greeted by the sight of two men sitting on a sofa. One was a young lad, about nineteen, and the other was older, easily in his sixties. “This is my old man, and the other is Kevin, my cousin.” “I thought we were having a nightcap Steve?” “Yeah, what do you fancy?” he said. “Well, I didn’t expect company,” I said trying to get to grips with the situation. “Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re family,” he said in a patronising tone. “Whisky alright for you? Sit down and make yourself comfortable.” There were two sofas and I started towards the unoccupied one when the old man patted the cushion between himself and the young lad, “Come and sit here, my beauty,” he said. I felt too uncomfortable to be rude and did as I was told. They moved slightly apart to give me room. I can feel the young lad’s eyes on me all the time as I sat between the two of them. “Lovely lad my Stevie, isn’t he?” said the old man. “Got a lot more about him than young Kevin here. Kevin’s still a virgin you know. Got his fingers into some bird last week but that’s about it, so far.” I felt like screaming but managed to stop myself. “Do you mind if I just give my husband a call, he’ll be worrying about me.” That assertive tone again, but it had as much effect on the father as it had had on his son. “Phone’s not working love, but my Stevie’s got one of those mobiles, he’ll be back with your drink soon, dare say he’ll let you use it, if his battery’s not gone flat. Usually does at this time of night.” Panic held me like a rabbit caught in a cars’ headlights, I didn’t know what to do and then I noticed the young lad was staring at my legs and my palms began to sweat. I felt the old mans leg pressing against my thigh and turned to look at him. To my astonishment, he was grinning and obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I looked across to the young lad to find that he had his hand in his pocket and was playing with himself. I looked away in disgust and felt a hand arrive on my thigh and slowly work it’s way into the split of my skirt. I tried to stand up and was pushed back down by a pair of strong hands from over my shoulders. Steve was back. “Steve, please let me go, I need to go home to my husband,” I was pleading. “Just behave yourself or your darling husband will have to be told about how you came here looking to be fucked.” I sat there in horror as two hands began to open my skirt and manoeuvre up my thighs. My legs were being pulled apart and I felt both petrified and confused. I couldn’t run away, the door had probably been locked behind me. I decided to sit quietly and hope to get out of there alive. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt, what do you reckon Stevie?” said the old man as the lad began to unbutton my blouse. I tried to stop him and my hand was dragged behind my back. “Please, leave me alone!” I begged. “Shut up and do as you are told!” Steve snarled. My blouse fell open and was lifted over my shoulders as my wrists were tied together behind my back and I began to sob. My bra was removed and both of the men at my sides took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily at my hardening nipples. Then the old man moved his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue between my lips. I could taste the beer and cigarettes on his breath. Disgusting. Moments later I was forced to my feet and the young lad began to unbutton my skirt. I could feel his rough hands fumbling with the buttons as he groped under the waistband and then the garment fell to the floor at my feet. I was standing there in front of these perverts in nothing but my lacy white g-string. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt,” said the old man. “Turn her round, I want a look at her snatch.” The young lad grabbed my shoulders and hurriedly turned me to face the old man and Steve, who was standing behind the sofa with a video camera. I couldn’t see his face but I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Let me go home to my husband and I promise I won’t tell anybody about this.” Steve lowered the camera, looked straight at me and said, “You are at home. My home, and you’re going to do exactly as I want or you’ll not see your dear husband again. Right?” I began to cry again and then was pushed to the floor at the old man’s feet. “Roll her over sonny,” he said, “and spread her legs.” I was turned face down on the carpet and then the young lad hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my string and ripped them down my legs to the knee. “Phwooarrr, she’s a cracker, go on son, have a feel,” the old man said. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes when I felt a hand fold around my buttock and move downwards toward my cunt. I could feel the fingers rubbing between my lips and then one slipped inside me. I was wet, I suppose the fear and embarrassment of being naked in front of three strangers had caused this involuntary reaction. I heard the old man grunt as he got to his feet and tell the young lad to stand back as it was now his turn. His hand was rough as his fingers found their way directly to my soft cunt lips and caressed over my clit. It felt good; he had a natural touch. I heard myself screaming inside and was thinking, “No Irene, you can’t enjoy this!” but I was. The old man was probing me, running his fingers all over my slit and between my buttock, touching my clit. I began to move myself upwards, desperately trying to contact my clit with his fingers. If my hand weren’t tied, I’d have probably found myself frigging off. I was now so turned on that my juices were in full flow and were leaking out into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. And then the contact stopped.nudist family sex hot photosNothing happened for a while and I could hear the three of them talking in hushed tones. Every now and then I could make out a word and sometimes a sentence, it seemed like I was going to be fucked. Suddenly there was an arm around my waist and I was brought to my knees and turned to face the sofa. I was pulled forwards until my chest rested on the seat. My arse was in the air and my tight, dripping little pussy was on view to anyone behind me. A blindfold was put around my face and I could only experience darkness and touch. Another minute or so passed and then it started. A hand groped my arse and then my cunt… “Hey Steve, I think she’s pissed herself, she’s sopping wet!” It was the young lad. “Gerroff, I’m havin’ her first,” said the old man. I heard his zipper being pulled down and then something pushed against my cunt. “Oh God, this is it, he’s going to fuck me,” I thought to myself. Slowly he pushed his cock into my slippery cunt. It was bigger than I’d expected and filled me up. I was fighting against the emotions that were telling me that I was actually enjoying this, eventually submitting to them and pushing back against him. My breath escaped in a long, “Ooooh,” and I began to feel a warmth deep inside my abdomen. I heard my voice saying, “Go on, FUCK ME,” but couldn’t believe that I was actually saying it. He thrust into me for about a minute and then I felt him withdraw and warm droplets spray over my arse. The dirty bastard had spunked off on me. “Go on sonny, you have a go now. She’s a dirty little whore and it’s time you had a woman.” The next thing I felt was my ankles being grabbed and I was dragged backwards, falling heavily onto the carpet and being hurriedly turned over so that I was lying on my back. My legs were kicked apart and then another cock found its way into my well-lubricated hole. This one was much faster in his thrusting and he didn’t last long before he started grunting and moaning. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” he shouted. Seconds later he spurted his jism into my unprotected cunt and he was no longer a virgin. I was left on the carpet with my hands tied behind me for a few more minutes before the blindfold was removed. “Don’t ever say that you didn’t enjoy that,” said Steve. “Want a lift home or should I call you a taxi?”

We had been lovers only a week when she revealed her true intent. “I want you to belong to me, as my submissive.” I looked at her sadly and shook my head. “You know I can’t. I’m not submissive.” Her green eyes peered intently into mine. “I can teach you. I care about you Cat, and I think you need this.” I looked away nervously. “I’ve seen your other submissives,” I said. “‘Yes Mistress, whatever you say Mistress.’ I’m not like that, nor do I want to be. I don’t want to play silly games.” “That’s your inexperience speaking,” she said softly. “It takes a lot of strength to be a submissive — to adopt someone else’s will as your own, and it’s only a game if you make it one.” In some ways, what she offered was so appealing. From the moment I saw her and perceived her sadistic tendencies, I wanted her to use me. I wanted her to pinch me, slap me, bite me…to whip me until I broke; something about her made me think she could. I ached to feel the ecstasy of pain, of feeling alive. Her pleasure in it would only arouse me more. But I did not feel capable of being a submissive, subverting my own desires for hers. In the silence, I watched her. She was always in control, and the only time I saw her lose it was when she came, her head thrown back and her body arched against my tongue, low moans escaping from between her clenched teeth. The memory of those moments made me blush, and I looked away. But always perceptive, she knew what I was thinking. She leaned forward, and I glimpsed the firm round breasts beneath her sweater, their pink nipples firm and pointy; my pulse quickened. “Give it a week. If you don’t like it, we can stop.” I knew that she needed this, to dominate, and that if I did not agree, she would have to find someone else. “I’ll try,” I said. “But only if you belong to me as much as I belong to you.” She laughed. “I see I have a lot of work ahead of me. I can’t belong to you, but I won’t see anyone else while you are being trained.” It was not exactly what I wanted, but I suppose that was the first step in becoming a submissive – learning to accept what I was given. Danika — I mean Mistress Danika — told me to arrive at her place promptly at 10 a.m. I drove as fast as possible through the traffic but did not arrive until 10:08. I knocked on the door apprehensively. She opened the door. “You’re late.” she said coolly. I started to apologize as she pulled me inside. “Turn around,” she ordered. And pushed me against the door. “Are you dressed as I instructed?” I nodded. “Spread your legs.” I spread them apart as she checked to make sure I was not wearing panties and that I had on stockings and garters rather than the nylons which she abhorred. The air felt cool on my skin as she lifted my skirt. The coolness was followed by the hot sting of her riding crop slapping against my exposed cheeks. “One for each minute you made me wait. Count them.” I counted each one as it landed on my bare ass. The feeling was painful but so enlivening. My pinkened skin tingled, and I moaned. “You’re such a slutty Cat,” she muttered in my ear. “Face me.” I turned around and gasped. She was dressed head to toe in shiny leather. Her breasts spilled over a black bustier, and I longed to lick them as I had in the past. Her legs were encased in long leather boots with spiked heels, and I could see her thighs just peeking out at the top, beneath the hem of her tight skirt. I imagined those legs wrapped around my waist as I ground my clit against hers; another command brought me out of my fantasy. “Kneel down and lick my boots.” The thought of licking anyone’s shoes was repugnant to me, but remembering our agreement, I obeyed. I licked until I was sure I had coated the entire boot before she allowed me to stop. “Now lick my pussy with that sweet tongue.” She grasped my head and pushed it between her legs. I began to devour her eagerly, my tongue thrusting inside to lap at her cream. She grasped my hair and pulled my head back, gazing into my eyes. “Who do you belong to?” she asked. “I belong to you,” I whispered. Her grip on my brown tresses tightened; “Always refer to me as Mistress Danika. Let’s try again. Who do you belong to?” “I belong to Mistress Danika.” She smiled for the first time since I arrived, and I wanted to feel those soft lips pressing against mine. As if reading my mind, she leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips parted mine, and her tongue caressed them, sliding into my mouth where it slid against my tongue. I sucked her tongue gently, like a small cock, and she began thrusting it in and out. “You’re such a good Cat,” she murmured. She slipped a cold chain collar about my neck and fastened it with a small key, which she set on the table.cum inside sex story “Take off your clothes.” Although we had been lovers, I felt awkward undressing as she watched me, her eyes following every movement but revealing nothing. “Come and kneel on the bed.” I perched on all fours in the middle of the bed, and heard her take opening a drawer. “I love to spank slutty girls,” she said. I felt the whack of a wooden hairbrush against my ass and gasped. This was followed by several more until I felt tender and bruised. Still I had not cried out. “Your ass is so nice and pink now… and this will be so pretty buried inside.” She held up a thick black dildo for me to inspect. “Suck this good, because you’re the one who’s going to feel it if you don’t.” “Yes Mistress Danika.” I opened my mouth, and she watched as I gave the plastic cock a blow job; she pushed it deep into my throat until I gagged. “Just like a real man,” she chuckled. When she felt I had lubricated it sufficiently, she stood behind me. I winced as she pushed it into my tight hole; it slid in stiffly, and I could feel my skin stretching as she shoved it deeper. I started to move away, but her fingernails dug into the bruised flesh of my ass, and I stopped. “Fuck it.” she said. I started to rock back and forth, thrusting against the shaft as she held it. The pain dissipated and I cried out in intense pleasure as it rubbed against my anus. “Don’t come,” Mistress Danika warned. As I rocked, my nipples stroked against the sheets; my thighs were sticky from the juice dripping from my pussy. “You like this don’t you Cat?” “Mmm, yes.” I smiled. Suddenly she stopped, but did not remove the dildo. “Stand up.” I stood up stiffly, each movement reminding me of the plastic cock filling my ass. She pulled one hand above my head and fastened it to a chain suspended from a ring in the ceiling. She did the same with the other, and I was forced to stand on tiptoe or suffer the discomfort of having my arms stretched beyond their usual limit. In front of me now, she put silver clamps on each of my long, hard nipples, fastening them tightly. The sharp pain brought tears to my eyes, but I blinked them away. There was a cock ring suspended from a chain dangling between the two nipple clamps. She looped this over a second dildo and slid it into my very wet, shaved cunt. “Don’t drop this, and I’ll make you crawl around the room with it in your teeth, like a bad puppy.” My nipples were slightly swollen and engorged both from my own arousal and the tightness of the clamps. The pain was bittersweet; when Mistress Danika bowed her head and bit one of my ruby-colored tips, I nearly screamed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes looked cruel but sexy, and I could tell my torment was inflaming her. “I can’t decide whether to gag you or listen to you scream.” she mused. “I will not scream,” I asserted. “Oh but you will,” she replied and raised her arm for the first lash. It landed across my back; the leather felt like a million tiny mouths biting into my flesh. I moaned. “You’re enjoying this too much, slut!” and she lashed again, harder. The whip contacted my skin with a loud crack, and soon they formed a steady rhythm, interspersed with my soft moans. I started to sweat, as my body felt suffused in heat. “You’re tougher than I thought.” She stopped whipping, and I sighed in relief. My back was throbbing, and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to bear. I was shocked when the lash of a stronger whip landed across my shoulders and I jerked away, causing the clamps to pull fiercely on my sore nipples. “Ah!” I exclaimed. “What did you say Cat?” she was nearly laughing now, and as another blow struck my thighs, I repeated my small outburst. She went on, relentlessly. “Cry, damn it! Let it out!”sex taboo sextingI bit my lip and tasted warm blood in my mouth. “You bitch!” I screamed at her furiously. “Let me go!” The pain was almost more than I could bear, and I knew if she did not release me, I would break down crying. She stood in front of me, and raising her arms let the whip fall across my heaving breasts. I cried then, long harsh sobs, releasing all my pain and rage. I don’t remember her unfastening my bonds or removing the nipple clamps. But I remember her holding me close, her cool hands soothing my crisscrossed back. Her lips pressing tenderly against my face. “My sweet Cat,” she whispered comfortingly, as I cried. Her lips found mine, and I kissed her eagerly. She caressed me gently, and I whimpered as her fingers pressed in little circles against my mound. She stroked it firmly, and my whole body quivered. I needed to come. “Mistress Danika,” I pleaded. “May I come?” As my eyes met her, she smiled. “Yes Cat. Come for me.” “Oh god!” I exclaimed as the most intense orgasm I ever experienced washed over me. I felt weak and drowsy. “You aren’t finished yet,” she said, and straddled my face. Her wetness inflamed me; it thrilled me to know I could arouse her so. I licked her eagerly, stroking her button with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling gently. I slid a finger into her soaking cunt and drew the moistness to her ass. I slid it inside her, and she thrust furiously against my tongue. With my other hand, I tugged at her nipple, pulling and twisting it; with a groan, she flooded my face with her cream, and Cat that I am, I drank eagerly. I strive to deserve the love of my Mistress; she has taught me a lot about submission, as well as friendship and happiness. I will never forsake her, and while she does not belong to me, I am grateful for the gift of her love and her domination. It is only beneath the crack of her whip that I become truly free.vijay tv super singer 4 final

(What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that… I need to put my mind at ease, somehow, yet my current situation seems to prohibit any kind of mercy.…

I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth of booze. My senses were reeling, and I felt extremely weak and sick to my stomach. Where was I? What had happened? Better yet, what was happening? It was very cold, and I was sitting naked in a chair. A very uncomfortable chair, at that. I tried to move, but found that I was bound securely. My wrists had been bound so tightly that my hands were numb, and the circulation was in danger of being cut off. My legs had been tied as well, and try as I might, I could not move, besides the fact that was still feeling somewhat dizzy and weak.“Awake finally?” spoke a female voice. I opened my eyes, but found myself blinding by a light which streamed brightly into my face, and closed them again.“I’ll take that as a yes,” the voice said again, and I was aware of the light being turned slightly away from my face.“The other one’s awake too, Amber,” said another voice, further across the room. I opened my eyes again, slowly this time, allowing time to adjust to the light.The room was dim, save for the intense lamp that had recently been shone into my face. I was tied securely to a chair in the middle of the room, and there appeared to be another figure across the room, bound very tightly as well, though lying on the floor. In front of me stood the woman who apparently was Amber, the one who had been talking to me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with long, straight black hair, and eyes that were a piercing blue, and almost shone with coldness. She was pale, possibly attributed to the lighting, but it made her look almost like a vampire from out of the movies.“Now he’s definitely awake,” remarked a woman standing next to her. “You never told me he was so cute.” She looked over my body appreciatively, and Amber just laughed.“Doesn’t matter, Shanna,” Amber replied. “It’s not him I want.” Shanna looked to be possibly a few years younger than Amber, and sported a slight resemblance, as though they might be related. In contrast, she was not quite as tall, and not nearly as thin and shapely. Shanna’s hair was a light brown, and was shorter than Amber’s, and wavy. Shanna did not have the coldness about her that Amber seemed to project. Shanna just shrugged in response to Amber’s comment, moving closer to me and reaching out to run hand over my chest, and downward to my crotch.“Whew,” she breathed. “Can’t I have him when we’re done?”“He may not be around when we finish,” Amber responded. She glanced over, and I saw that there was another figure crouched next to the apparent other captive who was tied up on the floor.“Is that one awake, Kristi?” Amber asked.“Yes,” Kristi answered quietly. Kristi appeared to be the youngest of the group, from what I could tell, and there was almost a sort of innocence about her. I tried to make out who the figure was in the floor, but the lighting wasn’t good enough. Apparently it didn’t have to be, though, as Amber and Shanna proceeded to drag the person across the floor and deposit him nearby, where the light showed all.It was my best friend, Phillip.Memory was returning to me now. I vaguely remembered a night ago, or was it two nights? It was hard to tell at this point. I had been drinking, and so had Phillip and my other friend, Jonathan. Jonathan had invited this girl over that I had never met before… what had happened? Most was hazy after that… I was jolted back to reality when Amber slapped the shit out of me. She struck hard. I could feel the blood oozing out of my lip.“Where is he?” Amber demanded, her cold gaze cutting deep into my eyes.“What?” I asked, confused, and this earned me another slap across the face.“He raped and killed our sister,” Amber said, her voice full of anger and barely suppressed hatred. “Where is he?”“Your sister?” I stammered, still lost, licking the blood from my busted lip. “What… what do you mean??”“Katrina,” Amber said slowly, never taking her eyes away from me. Shanna watched in what seemed to be amusement, and Kristi was not even watching the spectacle. Memories of that night flooded through my mind…Katrina… I knew the name. It was the name of the girl Jonathan had been with.“I… I don’t know!” I exclaimed, and this earned me a full-force punch in the face, and I could feel the blood streaming from my nose as my eyes watered unbelievably from the stinging pain.“You might want to listen to her,” mused Shanna, with a half-smile.“Are you lookin’ for Jonathan?” called Phillip from the floor, and all eyes turned on him. Good, I thought. The attention is away from me now.“Yes,” Amber whispered, an almost fanatical gleam in her eyes. At this point, as I watched, I was wondering deep in my mind how I had even ended up here. I had been drinking a lot, it was true… had Jonathan raped and murdered Katrina after I had passed out? And then I had been kidnapped by these psychos, while I was still out of it? That almost had to be it.“We don’t know where he is!” Phillip tried to convince them. “Last time we saw him, he was with that girl. I was too drunk to know-” He yelped as Amber kicked him in the head, silencing him.“Then we’ll do this the hard way,” she said, turning back to me.“I bet I can get it out of him,” Shanna said, moving over to me. I gasped involuntarily as her tongue began to caress my flesh, while she took my very penis in her hand. It soon began to stiffen, and she bent lower, her mouth closing around the head of it.My breathing was really heavy now, and my heart was pounding faster than it had in weeks as she gently sucked away. Oh, my god… Amber and Kristi just watched, as I moved quickly toward my climax. Just before I orgasmed, though, an unbearable pain shot through me as Shanna bit into my cock, drawing blood. I cried out in pain, and I became limp in no time. Oh, shit, this hurt like nothing ever before… he she just kept adding more and more pressure!“Tell us, or she’s going to bite it off,” Amber said to me, and the fact that she was almost smiling would have led me to believe she was joking if not for Shanna’s mouth around the head of my cock, and her sharp teeth threatening to remove it forever! I screamed, not able to take much more.“Please!!!!” I shouted over and over, and Amber just smiled and shook her head.“He isn’t very smart, is he?” Kristi commented.“All right!” Phillip shouted, catching Amber and Kristi’s full attention. “I’ll tell you where you can find him!” I sighed in relief as Shanna finally stopped, releasing me from the torment and moving away. She flashed a smile at me as I sat catching my breath, still wincing at the pain.“Where is he?” Kristi asked Philip.“Two houses to the left of mine, where you found us,” Philip informed them hurriedly. “The address is 1732 Chandler Street. He’s staying with a friend for today and tomorrow.” Amber and Shanna just looked at each other for a few seconds, Shanna smiling just slightly. Kristi looked down at Phillip, shaking her head with a sigh.“Wrong,” she said. “Jonathan left town, we’ve already been told.”“What?!” Phillip asked, his voice tinged with fear. “But he is staying there! Go look for yourselves if you don’t believe me!”“Since you’re a liar, we can’t use you,” Amber observed of Phillip. Then she turned to me.“If you think he left town, why are you asking us?” I demanded. “Why are you even doing this to us??”“Now, now,” Amber said. “We only need one of you. But I’m going to give you a chance to tell me the truth before one of you has to die. I wonder how long you two can live without oxygen?”“What are you talking about?” Phillip shouted. Amber glanced down at him in annoyance.“I think that one should be the one to go,” she said.“I agree,” said Kristi. “No contest.”“Wait! No!” Phillip began screaming. “I can-” at this point his sentence was abruptly ended, however. Kristi shoved her hands down over his mouth and nose. He struggled uselessly as his air supply was cut off, but he was bound too tightly to even move.“As soon as you tell me where I can find this Jonathan,” Amber said to me, “she’ll let him have some air.” Phillips eyes looked toward me pleadingly, yet I was helpless to do anything. I even attempted to make up answers to the whereabouts of Jonathan, but Amber would just shake her head, and Shanna just smiled knowingly. Phillip’s whimper was barely audible from beneath Kristi’s hands, and she just looked into his eyes as he eventually lapsed into unconsciousness, and finally death.“You just let your friend die, you know,” Amber said to me. I spat at her, and all three began laughing at me.“Tell me now, or you’ll be suffering the same fate,” Amber said, her voice like death itself.“Fuck you, you psychotic bitch,” I spat.“Have it your way,” she said with a shrug. “Shanna?” I struggled with all my might in the next instant, but I was helpless to move to defend myself.Shanna walked around to the back of the chair, and Amber punched me in the stomach, which was unexpected, and I gasped for breath. I felt like puking. At this point, I felt Shanna’s hands close over my mouth, and my nose was pinched shut as well. She was smothering me. Amber and Kristi just watched nearby, and I sat in the chair like an object for their entertainment.“I guess we’ll just have to find Jonathan on our own,” sighed Amber. I struggled to draw breath against Shanna’s warm hands, but it was impossible. I was going to die for their amusement. Almost a minute had passed by now.“So, what’s for lunch?” Kristi asked.“I guess we’ll dump their bodies and then we can try that new Mexican place down the street,” Amber said. “Have you been there yet?”“No, but I heard it was good,” replied Kristi.“I’m hungry too,” I heard Shanna say from behind me. “Hurry up and die, will you?” It had been a minute and a half, and I was getting dizzy. I would have begged for mercy had I been able to, but it was too late. I began whimpering, and apparently Shanna felt it beneath her palms, and laughed at me. After two minutes had passed, I felt myself slipping… slipping into darkness…“Good, I don’t think it should be too much longer,” Shanna assured the others as I drifted into unconsciousness. A short while later, I was dead, and no one would ever know what had happened to me. Just as their Katrina had disappeared, so had Phillip and I. Had it truly been justice?“Do you think there’s a chance we’ll find Jonathan now?” Kristi asked.“Of course,” Amber replied. “He’s staying with his friend today and tomorrow. I believe the address is 1732 Chandler Street.” She smiled almost innocently after saying this.“You mean you knew all along?” Kristi asked, taken aback.“Of course,” Amber responded. “Shanna and I both did.”“The punch here is great,” Shanna commented two hours later, when her, Amber, and Kristi sat together in the new Mexican restaurant down the street.

This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you read it if you are under 18 years of age. The story was written for White Shadow’s Nasty Stories. The holder of copyright– gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer is copied as well. Butterflies. Butterflies in her stomach. A pretty thought, but not really what she felt like. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. Not butterflies, more like some small animal — much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp teeth and claws — was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way out. No way she could get back to sleep now. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water run. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but she was upset. I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she kept saying to herself. But she felt like it was too late to back out. Plus, all the reasons she’d persuaded herself to do it in the first place were still there, still good reasons. I mean, the money, the money was incredible — $5000, for what, maybe two hours work, more like ninety minutes — that was insane, how could she pass that up? A friend of hers had had a spinal tap — can you imagine? — a spinal tap done at one of those medical study places, Pharmco or whatever it was — and she’d only made $4000. $4000! For a spinal tap! And here was $5000 just waiting, no pain, no work at all — just masturbating for an hour and a half while some sleazy guy taped it– very embarrassing, sure, and what if people — like her parents, oh God! — found out about it later. Ray, the guy who wanted her to make the tape, promised he’d only make one copy of the tape — for himself, the original went to a wealthy private collector. Trinh didn’t really believe this, figured at least a few copies would be distributed somehow — she just hoped not too widely. But really, $5000 dollars was a lot of money. She laughed and told herself that this was it, after today she’d never be able to get through the confirmation hearings, if she ever got nominated to the Supreme Court or something. She was giggling now, thinking of the headlines “First Vietnamese-American Supreme Court Nominee Admits Making Solo Porn Tape.” Well, goodbye to all that, Trinh thought, I’ll have to content myself with a lucrative but ignoble life in the private sector. She was laughing, feeling better. Still giggling as she gingerly lowered her little body into the steaming water. Ray looked at her picture again. She was what, 19, 20 — hard to believe she was that old, even. She looked like a kid, she could have been 13 or 14, a big smile and a sweet face, lovely jet black hair, her chest quite flat, narrow hips, what might have been called a lithe body except she was so short, not even five feet — a classic Vietnamese look, although supposedly she was half Chinese or something. A smart girl too — “a prestigious college in New England,” the card said, well, that could mean a lot of places, although he was pretty sure she lived no more than two or three hours from Boston — probably nervous as hell right now, but trying to congratulate herself on being so brave. Well, he chuckled to himself; little Miss Ivy League Asian Good Girl was in over her head this time, however brave she thought she was being. These specialty jobs were always the sweetest, $25,000 with some expenses covered to shoot six hours of videotape, the girl had to meet certain specs, a number of required acts, but really it was pretty easy. He’d hire a thuggish buddy of his to help out, pay him a couple thousand at most, a second cameraman, another couple thousand or so, the girl got a thousand up front as bait–she would never see any more money than that — so he ought to make close to $20,000 for this. And you couldn’t really call it work, either. Too much fun for that. Four foot eleven, and about ninety pounds. Just a little tiny slip of a girl. It was going to be enormous fun, stretching her out, and making her scream. Sitting on the T, her hands clutched tight to the bag in her lap, Trinh tried to think of $5000 and nothing else. $5000. No point now in worrying about how she got herself into this, it was happening, she was on her way, she couldn’t back out now. She needed the money; she had expenses her parents couldn’t understand. They were so sweet, but so strict; they wanted to manage every facet of her life and until Trinh had some money of her own, she was at their mercy. She was an adult now, and they would never understand that. Fuck, she said to herself — Trinh almost never cursed out loud, she really was prim in most ways, and she looked it, but in her head she swore and cursed and had the most dirty thoughts, she was a freak in her head, that’s probably why she’d agreed to do this — fuck, she said to herself, why am thinking about my parents? That’s not going to get me in the right mood. She closed her eyes, tried to relax. She thought of what she often did when she masturbated, two men, much larger than her, forcing her to the ground, holding her legs apart, pushing dirty fingers inside her… it was all kind of shadowy, the men hazy, just dim male shapes really, the pain kind of abstract. At first Trinh saw herself from the outside, from above, as they grabbed her and held her… but as it went on it became more real, the hands on her body, she could almost feel them, even sitting there on the T, clutching her bag, she could almost feel them holding her open, penetrating her vagina, her CUNT — she made herself think CUNT, you have a CUNT, Trinh, not a pussy or a clinical vagina, a CUNT, I have a hungry CUNT between my legs — and then the men in her head were calling her cunt, slut, whore, and then a penis, a large one, a BIG COCK was forcing its way inside, violently stretching her cunt, she was bleeding, screaming… She was shivering, shaking with desire, very wet already, sitting there on the T, feeling the dampness in her panties. That one always worked, the violent ones always got to her, other fantasies were just pictures, dry papery pictures in her head, but the violent ones somehow always came alive, felt real… made her come. Trinh was shy; she had trouble coming, trouble letting go, even with herself. She was late to begin masturbating, had been a virgin when she got to college. Barely not a virgin now, really, truthfully. God, she was going to have to think about all kinds of horrible stuff today if she was going to make herself come in front of that sleazy guy with his video camera. She took out the “script” — that sounded so silly, there weren’t any words, but what else to call it? — and went over the scenes again. Four scenes, between 20 minutes and half an hour each. The first was Trinh lying back on the bed slowly fingering herself; the next was Trinh playing with a little vibrator — not the kind you insert, just one that buzzed away on her clit — while sitting on the toilet. That was the one she dreaded. Ray had offered her an extra $500 to pee on camera, but she wouldn’t do it, not even for $1000. God, it was going to be hard masturbate sitting with her legs open on the toilet, using a vibrator was going to be strange enough. Then in the third scene she was back on the bed, with a big–well, big for Trinh, anyway–dildo, pushing it in deep. Finally she was to lie face down on the bed and hump a pillow, rubbing it between her legs until she came. Trinh had never masturbated that way, and it was awkward, when she had tried it a few nights ago, it took some getting used to, but she thought she could probably handle it. Oh God she was really dreading this. And Ray wanted her to try to talk as dirty as she could through the whole thing too. She had told him that she was too shy, that she had trouble saying bad words and stuff, but he said for her to try, if she was shy and embarrassed by talking dirty that would come across to the camera and that would be even hotter. It had made her embarrassed just to hear Ray say that! But she’d said she would try, try to talk as filthy as she could. She didn’t want to do this thing half-assed, she’d told him, and then giggled. That’s my girl, Ray had said in his soft southern accent, smiling at her.porn taboo storiesShe got off the T and walked the few blocks to the address Ray had given her, the thick moisture a little uncomfortable between her legs. It was a nice old house, a fancy one, in Newton. This was a little surprising. She checked the address again, made sure: apparently she had the right place. There was no bell; she timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again, much harder. Ray opened the door, looking friendly but serious. He asked her politely if she was still ready to do this, everything they’d talked about before, and Trinh whispered a shy “yes.” Ray broke into a big smile, he was like a little boy, Trinh thought, a little boy getting to see a girl take her clothes off for the first time. Ray led her into the house, to a large bedroom and Trinh was caught off guard: there were two guys already in the room, one was fiddling with a camera and the other was just lounging like a slob in a chair. Trinh hadn’t counted on having to masturbate in front of anyone other than Ray. “Ray,” she said softly, “who are they?” The cameraman was not old — maybe thirty — but he looked like he’d let a rough life. He was paunchy, kind of oily looking, with longish greasy hair and bad skin. He was just the sort you’d expect to be filming a video like this. The other guy was similar but worse, taller, fatter, dirtier, meaner-looking. “Just relax, Trinh, everything’s fine, OK, just like we agreed. C.J. here is a cameraman, he’s done a lot of these tapes, he’s better than I am. I’m going to run the second camera when we use that, OK. And Dan back here, well, he just wants to watch, it’s true, but because if he likes what you do for us today, he might be able to get you lots more work like this… could be a pretty good deal for you, Trinh, and since you were so emphatic about me making no copies of the tape we make today, I figured he’d have to come along, you know, to get some idea what you’re like… it’s really not a big deal, Trinh…” Ray put his hand low on Trinh’s back and kind of guided her to the bed. Ooooh, his hand felt creepy, Trinh shivered and wondered how she was ever going to make it through the next few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “OK, Ray. An extra cameraman I understand, but some guy just checking me out while I do this? Come on, Ray. That’s worth another thousand dollars, I think.” Oh God she was so proud of herself for insisting on more money, it was so assertive and in control, not at all like the meek prim little Trinh that she was sick of always being. “You’re right, Trinh, you’re absolutely right, he shouldn’t get it for free, another let’s say, $500, that should be enough, shouldn’t it, what do you say, Trinh?” Ray was eager to start, she could tell, and the slobby guy, what was his name, Dan, he just kind of shrugged nonchalantly, so Trinh said, in the coolest voice she could manage, “I said $1000, Ray. $1000, or I walk or he walks.” Oh God she hoped that sounded as tough and cool as she wanted it to sound. Again the guy shrugged and Ray said, “That’s fine Trinh, OK, $1000 extra for Dan to watch, great. You’re pretty shrewd, Trinh, not as much of a kid as you look, you can tell I really want to make this movie with you. It’s going to be great. Are you nervous?” “No,” Trinh said, and then she started to laugh. “I’m lying, Ray. I’m super nervous.” “Excited though, right, still excited?” he said, “Because you look so wonderful and you’re just so sexy that I’m sure it’ll be great, a lot of fun.” A faint little mechanical sound, and a red light lit up: tape was rolling, she was being videotaped now, and the point of no return was past. “Yeah,” Trinh said bashfully. “I’m excited.” “Are you wet already, Trinh?” She looked down, away from Ray, but then made herself look up, right at the camera. “Yeah,” she said as firmly as she could, “Yes, I’m very wet right now. My… my cunt is very wet.” Her face felt hot, she was extremely embarrassed, but she had done it, talked dirty on camera. It could only get easier now. “What are you going to do for us today, Trinh? Are you going to show us that wet little pussy of yours?” “Yes,” she said. “I’m going to… to masturbate, you know, make myself come… with you… watching.” Stop being so shy, she told herself forcefully. “I’m going to stick my fingers in my wet little hole for you.” Ooooh her face was hot and flushed now, but that was better, be dirty, talk dirty, Trinh, she told herself. “Will you take off your clothes for us now Trinh?” Trinh stood and peeled off her tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark little nipples stuck out like hard little knots from her flat chest. She unbuttoned her silk pants, pulled them half way down. Ray was nodding appreciatively. She could not look at the other men, or at the camera; she stayed focused on Ray. She sat back on the edge of the bed and unfastened her shoes, pulled them off, then her socks, then her pants. All she had on now was a little pair of black cotton panties. The black was a good choice, she was pretty confident the huge wet spot was not visible. “The panties too?” she asked. Ray nodded and she wiggled out of them. “Spread your legs, please, Trinh,” Ray said hoarsely. She was embarrassed but she made herself do it, opening her thin little legs as wide as she could. She hadn’t shaved down there; her pubic hair wasn’t much anyway. She guessed that Ray had probably wanted her to shave: she knew one reason they’d probably picked her to do this tape was that she was so small and young-looking, like a little girl. That kind of sickened Trinh a bit and made her angry too — everyone always thought she was so much younger than she was — so she didn’t shave, didn’t want to play their game. Ray hadn’t asked, anyway, so he couldn’t really have expected her to shave anyway: she wasn’t a porn star, shaving her pussy wasn’t something she did. “Your cunt fur is very nice Trinh,” Ray said like he was reading her mind, “so dark and sparse, I love it, it’s lovely.” Wow, that made her feel strange, hearing him say that, but she managed to keep her legs wide open. “Get in close,” Ray said to the cameraman, “make sure you can see how wet she is.” Trinh felt dizzy, hearing that. She lightly touched her lips and felt that yes, she was so wet, it was probably easily visible to the camera. She was soupy and goopy and sloppy-wet down there, all right. She felt feverish; her face was blushing so hot. She always got so wet; so wet it made her self-conscious. She had sometimes watched in a mirror while she fingered herself, and she was always amazed, watching the tremendous gush of syrupy fluid flow out as she rubbed herself. “Trinh how often do you masturbate?” “A couple of times a week, I guess, on average,” Trinh said. “How do you masturbate? Tell us.” Ray had started to leer a little bit when he said this. He was looking into her eyes then down at her cunt. Trinh’s pussy was opening up a little, by itself; her hands were still at her sides. “I…” she stuttered a little, “I… well, I use my fingers, mostly. I have a dildo but I don’t use it much.” “Do you ever use a vibrator, Trinh?” “No.” “Do you play with your asshole as well as your pussy, Trinh, when you masturbate?” “Sometimes.” That was a big secret. She’d always pretended to be turned off by the idea of anal sex and anal insertion of any kind the few times it had come up, either when her boyfriend mentioned it or when talking about sex with other girls. But she did sometimes push a finger — or more commonly, the handle of a hairbrush — up inside her tiny little asshole when she rubbed her pussy. “What do you use, I mean, how do you play with your dirty little asshole, Trinh, when you play with it?” “I… I sometimes push a hairbrush handle, you know, inside me back there… it feels really dirty and snug and filled up…” “What sort of fantasies do you have Trinh? When you masturbate? What helps you have the biggest orgasms?” “It’s too private to talk about,” Trinh whispered. “Well Trinh when you start masturbating for us in a few minutes what will be running through that pretty sweet head of yours? Don’t be shy: please tell us.” “I have… a lot of very… you know, very violent fantasies… rape fantasies I guess… I think about that sometimes,” she was barely audible. “Say that again, Trinh, what sort of fantasies?” Ray asked. More loudly she said, “Rape fantasies. Violent and disgusting ones.” “Really Trinh? Why don’t you tell us about one of these rape fantasies of yours while you masturbate for us?” Trinh positioned herself more comfortably on the bed and began rubbing a finger gently in circles around her clit, then sneaking down and playing with her lips, pressing a finger a little way inside her vagina. Starting slowly — but she was already so wet, so hot, so ready. It wouldn’t take much to make her come the first time. “I just you know think about men grabbing me, holding me down, forcing their big cocks into me, into my mouth and cunt and asshole, cocks too big for my body, you know,” this was hard to say, but it was making her pussy throb and itch to say it, “cocks that you know kinda split me open, make me… bleed I guess, huge cocks raping my little body…” “Is that what you’re thinking about now Trinh? Big cocks tearing up your tender little holes…”father son fuck step mom“Yeah,” she said, “a big man forcing his big dirty cock deep inside me, hurting me, making me scream and cry, making me bleed…” She was working her finger hard on her clit now and pressing a finger rapidly in and out of her cunt too, pushing herself, it was making her so hot to talk this way. “More than I can take, just raping me, raping me, forcing me to take his cock…” Her breathing was getting ragged, her pussy was tingling and pulsing and she was getting close, getting close… “Go ahead Trinh, make yourself come, thinking about being raped, hurt by huge cocks, monstrous hard cocks forced inside you, tearing you open…” It didn’t take much more, a couple of quick hard little circles right on her clit and she was coming, squealing and flopping and writhing on the bed, fingers buried deep inside her wetness, her clit just pulsating like it would explode… she lay back and closed her eyes and moaned and moaned, lost in her pleasure, so nice, so intense, rippling through her body in powerful waves, her toes were tingling, mmmmmmm… And then she felt hands grabbing her still quivering body, Ray and the other guy were pinning her down, what was happening? Oh God no, no please, Trinh thought and began to scream. The two men held her. She was kicking fiercely but they were holding her arms immobile and were well out of range of her legs. She was screaming and kicking, wildly snapping at them with her mouth ineffectively between screams. The cameraman was filming the whole thing. One of the men, not Ray, the larger one, Dan was it? straddled Trinh and sat on her, crushing the breath out of her and pinning her to the mattress. She raised her knees as hard as she could, trying to knee him in the small of the back, near his kidneys, but she couldn’t manage much force, not with the man’s body pressing down on her so hard. The man held Trinh’s thin arms together above her head while the Ray began to wrap gray electrical tape tightly around Trinh’s wrists. When Dan leaned forward to pin Trinh’s bound wrists against the headboard, to tape them in place there, Trinh mustered her strength and managed to bite him on the neck, not very hard. He cursed, let go of Trinh’s taped hands for a second, held her head still with one hand, and drove his other fist into her nose. A short quick punch, without that much force behind it, but the pain was surprisingly intense. She was stunned. He drew back his fist again, then paused, opened his hand and slapped her hard. That took some of the fight out of her. She wasn’t struggling much now but she was still screaming, screaming as loud as she could. She was still half-heartedly trying to kick as Ray and Dan spread her legs wide apart, each man securing an ankle to a bedpost. She was really helpless now, spread open and bound, open to whatever these men wanted to do to her. She was crying now, still screaming too, hot tears running down her face as she screamed like a baby. “Let’s shut her up for a bit,” Ray said. He wadded up Trinh’s panties and shoved the wet black cotton mass into her mouth as she screamed, muting her. “Oooh that’s pretty,” the cameraman said, almost involuntarily, as he focused on Trinh’s tear-stained face, so fragile and lovely and helpless, stressed with pain and fear, the black panties crammed roughly into her mouth, which still made muffled little attempts to scream. “Work her tits a little, Dan,” Ray said. The man grinned and obliged, taking Trinh’s hard left nipple between thumb and forefinger and abruptly pinching very hard, and twisting. Trinh’s nipples were tiny and sensitive. She liked them to be pinched, hard; she could never get her boyfriend to do it hard enough. Sometimes when she masturbated, she put clothespins on her nipples and lately she’d taken to putting those little black binder-clips on them — God, they squeezed hard; it was all she could take. But this was much worse. He was pinching and twisting both nipples now, pulling her little tits away from her body, stretching them. Then he was biting her left nipple, God, so hard! He was drawing blood! Chewing hard on her nipple, tearing it like a piece of meat! Trinh closed her eyes, tried to close off her mind somehow, trying even to concentrate on the pain itself so she would not be tormented by fears of what would happen next. Things were just starting, she knew, everything would get so much worse before these men were done with her… so she just tried to focus on the pain itself, the spiky pain in her nipples. She felt something pushing inside her cunt, while the guy continued ripping her nipples with his teeth. It was small, a finger, probably. She tried to tighten up but it was already inside prodding her. It didn’t really hurt though, not like her nipple, which she could feel being scraped raw and lacerated and torn open by Dan’s teeth. All at once Dan stopped biting her; she opened her eyes to see the big dumb brute leering cheerfully at her, his stupid face smeared with her blood. It was sickening. He spat at her and a bit of flesh hit her face along with his bloody saliva. God, he had really bitten the tip of her nipple off! This was so terrible, so awful — she was trying to scream and she tried to look down at her ravaged little breasts, both nipples were badly torn, ragged looking, the left one still bleeding… Ray took his finger out of Trinh’s cunt and Dan lowered his mouth and quickly and expertly found her clit. He gripped it hard between his teeth and began to bite. This was worse, lots worse, that the nipples. She could feel him breaking the delicate skin, it was too much, the pain was too much, oh God, oh God, no, no, no, she was screaming, Ray took the panty gag out and her voice was shrill and piercing, she was screaming “oh please no please God no” over and over again in her high squeaky voice. Dan stopped biting her clit. The pain in her clit slacked off a little, but now she felt her torn nipples again too, her whole body was on fire now, it felt like. She continued to cry and scream. Dan stood next to Trinh’s face and he unbuttoned his pants. He lowered them, then his underwear, and a massive cock, long but mainly thick, the thickest Trinh had ever seen, even in pictures or movies, it was like a beer can almost, was inches from Trinh’s face. She was still fighting, trying to snap at his cock but she couldn’t reach it. Ray said, “It’s just like your fantasies Trinh, isn’t it? Dan’s cock will split your tiny little cunt wide open… oh won’t that make you come so hard Trinh, that big dirty cock just tearing your little open cunt apart?” Trinh was screaming, pleading, “Don’t please don’t, just let me go, please just let me go, I won’t press charges, just let me go…” Ray was laughing. He aimed his camera at Trinh’s face while C.J. got into position to tape the actual insertion, the actual pussy-ripping rape Trinh would soon be forced to endure. Dan stood between Trinh’s legs and without much preparation began to push the swollen head of his cock hard into her pussy. She was fighting still, trying to tighten up and close off her cunt, but it was no use, and her fighting made the pain worse… it was good that she was so wet, at least… she relaxed some and part of his cock slid in more easily. He was so big though, huge, and she could feel his cock stretching her skin, she was crying, but trying not to scream, trying to relax as much as she could, so it wouldn’t hurt so much… “Is she bleeding yet?” Ray asked C.J. “Oh yeah she’s nice and bloody down there, he’s really tearing her up,” C.J. said gleefully, his camera glued to the point of attack. Dan was grunting, straining, and pushing in as hard as he could. “Yes little bitch, take it, take it, little bitch,” he kept saying, almost to himself, as he pummeled Trinh’s helpless tiny pussy. She could feel him stretching her past the breaking point; feel her tender skin beginning to tear, beginning to bleed profusely. It felt like someone was fucking her hard with a baseball bat covered with sandpaper. She could feel the skin chafing–no, ripping open–with every hard thrust. She was screamed out now, just too tired to manage it, but she was sobbing and squealing a little each time her assailant pushed in deep. “I’m close,” Dan said loudly. “Where do you want it?” “Pull out and squirt on her belly. I don’t want it too sloppy in there when I fuck her,” Ray said. Dan pulled his enormous cock out of Trinh so fast she had to gasp, but she felt better — a little better — as soon as he was out of her. Dan leaned forward over her and stroked himself once, and suddenly his cock violently spat out a wave of thick sperm. It squirted out hard, and hit Trinh in the chin, on her neck, and then the little spurts covered her belly and her lower abdomen. A little pool of Dan’s repulsive semen collected in her bellybutton. “Oh God oh sweet fuck,” Dan said, “that’s so good, so good, she’s as tight as a little kid, God, I swear that’s the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been inside, it’s like fucking a ten year old, my God.” He was huffing and puffing and rubbing his softening cock, a little semen still oozing from its peehole. Trinh was in so much pain she was dizzy. It came from everywhere, her nipples, her ear, her cunt, lines of raw unquenchable pain radiating through her body. She was disoriented, very weak; letting out little gasps and sobs from time to time. Ray was taking off his pants. “Take a look, Trinh,” he said, standing beside her and turning her head so she could see his cock up close. It was smaller, a lot smaller than Dan’s, but still, bigger than average. “After having Dan inside you, you probably won’t even feel me,” Ray said, chuckling. Trinh hoped he was right. “Are you ready little bitch?” Ray asked. When Trinh made no response, he spit on her face. “I said ‘are you ready, little bitch?'” This time Trinh managed a little nod. “Good girl,” Ray said.amateur sex photoHe got down between Trinh’s legs and drove himself balls-deep into her cunt with one big thrust. It hurt some, but added to what she was already feeling, it wasn’t really much worse, not at first. “Oh yeah that’s nice,” Ray said, and he began to pump rapidly in and out. There was wetness, from Trinh’s pussy juices and her blood, and she was still pretty stretched out from Dan; Ray was sliding in and out easily, but the raw wounds from the earlier rape came alive with pain on every thrust. Before long it was almost as bad as it had been when Dan was raping her. She tried to close her mind down, to feel nothing, to keep herself separate from the pain, but every time he pushed hard into her, he was rubbing her poor tortured little cunt more and more raw, grinding her flesh almost, she couldn’t keep it from hurting, couldn’t minimize the pain, even in her exhaustion the pain was so intense, so unavoidable. I must be about to die, she kept thinking, I can’t take much more, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Too weak to scream steadily, but she was whispering, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” as Ray pushed in and pulled out. “Oh God I’m there,” Ray squealed and he pulled his cock out and raised his body up over Trinh and squirted a hot messy pulse of gooey sperm all over her wincing little face. Ray rolled off, panting. “Jesus she’s a hot little whore, that was so good, so tight, even after you split her open,” he said to Dan. “Just like you said, practically like a little kid. What a hot bloody little hole, God damn.” The cameraman was holding the camera with one hand and with the other he unzipped and took his little cock out and rubbed it, aiming for Trinh’s face too, coming hard, shooting his own sour thin semen on top of Ray’s. The three men stood around her, their drooping cocks still dripping. Dan was starting to get stiff again, slowly. Trinh’s eyes were closed; she was holding her breath, trying to make herself lose consciousness. “Oh God Trinh you must be one tired little Ivy League bitch after all that,” Ray said to her in a mock-sweet voice. “You must be very thirsty.” Trinh opened her eyes and Ray immediately spit on her sperm-coated face. “Are you thirsty, little bitch?” Ray asked her. “Yes,” she said softly. “Please let me go now, please.” Ray said, “No baby doll, we aren’t nearly done with you, Trinh. Not at all. But if you’re thirsty, we can fix that. Are you ready, Dan?” Dan nodded. The big man then straddled her chest and pressed his smelly large penis against Trinh’s face. She was still crying quietly. His penis was smeared with her blood and her vaginal fluid –part of the awful smell was her own pussy, her own blood. The penis was sort of semi-hard now and the man kind of slapped it lightly against Trinh’s face, popping the stiffening flesh against her cheek. “Open your mouth, you little slut,” the man said. Trinh parted her lips, trying to prepare herself to have the smelly dirty cock forced deep into her mouth, down her throat. She knew she would gag, probably she would gag over and over again, she might vomit… she didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to risk choking to death… But then the man started urinating! He was pissing in her mouth! The taste was salty and sour and acrid… she tried to let it drool out of her mouth, but the man screamed, “Swallow my piss you fucking bitch! You fucking toilet!” He stopped pissing for a second and smacked her open-handed across the face and Trinh started gulping the foul liquid down. The camera was only about a foot from her face, it was getting a little urine splattered on it, the cameraman was getting a good close up shot of Trinh’s revulsion, of sour salty piss flooding her prissy little mouth, filling her up as she gulped it down. And then the man was aiming his cock at Trinh’s face, at her hair, soaking her pretty little head with his urine. He just kept pissing, more and more of it, dripping all over Trinh, running down her throat. Please stop, please make it stop, Trinh kept saying — praying — to herself, and she was still swallowing, still tasting the man’s pee, the stream was still powerful, she could feel it hitting the back of her throat as the man called her a urinal, a pissy whore, a little toilet bitch. At last he finished. A last few drops of acrid urine fell on to Trinh’s tongue, Dan slapped her face softly and then he got off of her body. “That was just a little appetizer for you, my sweet slut,” Ray said and left the room. Trinh tried not to wonder what he meant by the piss being just an appetizer, tried not to think about what was going to come next. From the kitchen Ray brought o,salman khan accident car After everyone left the house, I quickly closed the door and pulled up the shades. I pulled a chair over near the open window, and positioned it so it could be seen by everyone who walked by. Then I unzipped my jeans and lifted up my shirt. I then looked at my mirror across the room at my body. I’m not conceited, but damn I looked fine. My long red hair flowed down my back and my big green eyes shined in the light from the desk.I sat on the chair backwards and opened my legs real wide in my panties and bra. I could already feel myself getting very wet and I needed to get a Dick. Too bad I didn’t have any. Getting back to business, I rubbed my pussy lips from over the silky feel of my panties and felt my clit growing already. I unhooked my bra and saw that my nipples were getting bigger by the second. I took two fingers and twisted my nipple a little between them and immediately got wet at the site of it at the mirror. I used my other hand and went back down to my soaking wet pussy. There was a big wet spot forming on the blue silk of my panties. I took the advantage to look outside my window and saw a few people looking in shock at me fingering myself through my panties. I giggled, and closed my eyes and went back to my pleasure. It felt SO good to feel the wetness slip down my thighs and my nipples get huge and red. I would have done anything to get a Dick between my lips at that minute in time. I continued feeling hot and sweaty and getting closer and closer to orgasm, but I figured I should stop, I wanted Dick, nothing could replace that feeling of wanting Dick. I looked around the room to see if something could even come close.Just then Bo walked in the room. Bo, my innocent boxer dog. I kneeled down in front of Bo’s face and pulled my panties, which were now soaking, to one side. Bo leaned his head down a bit, and sniffed at me for a minute. Then leaning down further, he dipped his tongue into my open lips. He pulled it out, then licked again. Seeing it wasn’t so bad, he then went to work giving me a nice licking. I spread my lips wide for him and felt his tongue search around deeper and deeper in side me. He licked all round inside my deep hole, and them sucked a bit at my clit, making it red and ticklish and it felt good. He licked and sucked, and explored until I felt like I would go crazy, so I decided I would let myself cum in this doggie. While I was getting myself ready to cum, I felt that my bladder wanted to let loose too. No. I couldn’t do that. That would be SO gross! But then again, I normally wouldn’t think to make my dog eat me out either. And he IS a dog, I mean, would he know what it was? I just felt that I needed to let it all out, the cum, the pee, all of it, so I let loose all at once. With a load moan and jerk, I let my pee go with my cum and my dog licked it all as it slid along my lips and down towards my ass. Oh it felt good to let it all out.Forgetting about the window, I sat up on the floor and looked outside. My heart stopped. Skipped a beat. My eyes refocused. No. It couldn’t be. Standing right outside my window was my cousin and his friend on his baseball team. They were both holding their Dicks and breathing heavy. Just then I felt a heavy rope binding my hands. I turned around n got thrown on the floor, “your MINE now slut!” yelled the voice of my other cousin. I couldn’t believe this. It was all a bad dream, it had to be. I mean, my dog! Pee! My own cousins! Unreal. My cousin, Michael, took his Dick, a very nice Dick, might I add, and held it in front of my mouth. He teased me and rubbed it against my lips taunting “You know you want it SLUT!” I did want it. It was so big, and the head looked so tasty, so wet, damn I wanted it. I leaned down and sucked the big fat Dick head into my mouth.Yells came from the window and it was easy to say that my other cousin wanted in too. He punched his fist through the window and pulled himself in then unlocked the backdoor near my room. He pushed me onto my side, with Michael’s Dick still in my mouth, and he too rubbed his nice, bulging Dick against my pussy. Damn I wanted it. I wanted it, and I wanted more. I looked up at my other cousin, Jeff, and he smiled and plunged his Dick into my tight virgin pussy. OH DAMN. FUCK it was big. It hurt, yes but the pleasure was SO good that I didn’t care. I wanted more.I had to remind myself not to wish, because as if sent from heaven, in came more dicks. In fact, maybe too many dicks. In through my front door came at least three other members of the baseball team. They all pulled it out. All of them. It was open season on pussy, and I was the prey. Suddenly I was pulled up and tied to my chair, door, and desk. Two clothespins were attached to my nipples and my mouth was gagged. To make matters I actually liked it. My pussy was dripping wet and the guys knew it and used it against me. There were shouts of ‘slut,’ and whore and ‘look she’s wet!’. and of course, I loved it. I loved it all. I felt dicks in me all over, my ass, my pussy, my mouth, between my tits… oh yes. I couldn’t take it.The first person to cum was Michael, he came right into me, and I felt it jet into my pussy and it made me cum too. His cum mixed with mine, and you could hear the slushy noise as he pulled out and a tongue immediately rammed itself in. This anonymous tongue sucked and nibbled at my red sensitive clit, and lapped up all of my cum and Michael’s.Jeff came into my ass next at the sight of cum being sucked up from my pussy. Then like clockwork, another tongue filled the hole again. Then the dick in my mouth and between my tits came too. Both all over my stomach and tits and it made me cum again, and again. Wow. I was actually doing this. As I was being pulled off the desk, and other furniture, Michael took out a pill and shoved it into my mouth telling me I should never remember this. I closed my eyes, and slept, but when I woke up, I remembered it all, not that I would ever tell anyone, but thinking about it got me off. I could never forget that night and I never would.

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