Three, Chapter 2

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The woman awoke between her two lovers, both still naked and lounging as they dozed. Their dicks were soft and she ran her hands along their thighs, hips, and abs as she started to become aroused once again. The two men watched her hands as she caressed them and her bare legs as she slid them back and forth seductively. When one of their cocks twitched she smiled to herself and sat up. Crawling to the edge of the bed she flaunted her ass before getting off the bed.

“You two look like you could use a backrub,” she intoned suggestively and walked over to the open suitcase of sex objects. When she returned to the bed she had in one hand a bottle of lightly scented massage oil and a bottle of tequila in the other. Tossing the oil onto the bed, she uncorked the tequila and drank several gulps right from the bottle. Then, recorking it, she tossed it over to the two naked men before her and knelt on the edge of the bed. Each man drank about a shot’s worth and passed the bottle back to the woman, who was now fingering herself with her eyes closed in concentration, cooing softly. She drank several more gulps before motioning for the stranger to lie face-down in the center of the bed.

The husband moved off and sat in the armchair, stroking himself hard as he watched his wife straddle the stranger’s ass and start rubbing his back with the massage oils. The woman’s dress was pulled up above her waist and she rocked back and forth on the stranger’s ass to massage her exposed pussy. She rubbed her hands all over his strong back and arms, moaning softly to herself as she did so. She slid down between his legs and rubbed him down to his feet before coming back up and focusing her attention on his ass.

Her hands deftly caressed his ass cheeks and she tickled his balls with her fingertips. The low moan that escaped his lips sent a smile across her face, and she slid her hand under him to wrap her fingers around his lengthening shaft. She stroked his member a few times before moving her hands back to his ass. After a few more minutes of rubbing his ass and back the woman crawled back off the bed so her husband could get on. The stranger slid off the side and took his seat in the armchair to masturbate as the husband lay down for his turn.

His wife started rubbing at his ankles, moving up his legs to his ass and back as he soaked in her sensual touch. She rode his ass, too, while she massaged his arms and shoulders, then slid back down to his feet and told him to turn over. He rolled onto his back and put his arms behind his head, relaxing as his wife started stroking his now-hard cock. Bending down, she took his shaft into her mouth and slowly started blowing him while the stranger watched with obvious pleasure. Her lips slid along him in a steady rhythm and she licked the underside of his shaft with her tongue, making his dick jump every time she neared his swollen head.

As soon as she started tasting pre-cum the woman pulled off and sat back with a smile, wiping her mouth and eyeing both men who sat up in anticipation. “Now it’s my turn,” she said and crawled back off the bed. She stood in the middle of the room and started unbuckling the dress from behind her neck while her husband moved up to sit on the edge of the bed. She swayed her hips and grabbed her breasts, letting the fabric of the dress fall loosely over her hands as she bent forward to show her cleavage to her audience of two. Then, turning around she raised her hands above her head and let the dress fall forward so that now only her ass was hidden by the thin strip of fabric as her dress slid down her body.

They watched her naked back with glimpses of the sides of her breasts as she rocked back and forth like a snake. Her dress hesitated, then slid down her legs to rest around her ankles, and she stepped out sensuously toward the tequila on the dresser. Striking a wide-legged pose, she arched her back and leaned forward to grab the liquor, giving them a good view of her pussy, ass, and legs. Standing back up she pulled out the stopper and put the bottle to her lips, throwing her head back so she could drink several gulps while the two men lusted after her nude backside.

Replacing the bottle she turned around, standing fully naked before the mens’ gaze as they stroked their hard shafts and caressed the tightening ballsacks. She was more than a little tipsy now and walked on swaying tip-toe toward her husband, who spread his legs wide and grabbed her ass when she came near. With a dip she arched her back in front of him and kissed him fully on the lips before shoving her tits in his face. Her hands held his head against her chest while she rubbed her legs and pussy against the front of his hips and cock.

She relished the feeling of grinding against him for a minute or so, then turned around and bend forward, rubbing her ass against his swollen member. She glanced over her shoulder and winked before pulling away and walking over to the stranger whose eyes had been fixed on her every curve and sensual movement. The armchair was large and he was sitting on the edge of the cushion, moving his hands from his cock to the padded armrests when she came near.

Seemingly out of nowhere the woman produced a condom and knelt between the stranger’s widespread legs, slowly and sensually rolling the thin latex sheath down the length of his dick. Holding him at the base of his shaft she licked his cum canal from the base to the tip, then took his member into her mouth for a brief cock suck. She moaned when his dick filled her mouth and his head swelled and jumped, spreading a smile across her face as she slid her lips back up and off of his man meat.

Standing back up she turned around and sat in his lap, placing her feet beside his ass and grinding her pussy against his dick. She put her arms behind her head and leaned back into him so he could fondle her tits, and he readily complied. He ran his hands up her thighs, around her ass, up the small of her back and around her ribs to cup her breasts in each hand. The husband sat on the edge of the bed and masturbated as he watched his wife grinding her pussy against the stranger’s cock and his hands groping her naked body.

Soon she stood up again and turned to face the stranger. Sidling into him she placed one knee on either side of his hips and leaned her chest in so that her nipples were less than an inch from his mouth. Taking the hint he obediently began to suck, placing his hands on her upper back and gently pulling her into his open mouth. She let her head roll back as she relished the tip of his tongue circling her tit which was boldly offering itself up to be accosted by the stranger’s nimble mouth. The woman placed her hands on his muscular torso and started grinding her hips into his once again, rubbing her pussy slit along his shaft and coating both of their sex organs in her lusty lubrication.

Her motions slid her tits up and down against his face, and a few times she raised her ass up high enough so that her pussy parted to envelop the fat, swollen head of his cock and planted their tight lips around the his glans. As soon as he was inside her she would pull off of him again and go back to grinding his hips, teasing his cock as it begged to fuck her brains out.

While the kocaeli escort stranger’s lips still felt good on her tits the woman stood up. “My turn for a backrub,” she announced, and walked over to the dresser that held the tequila. She uncorked the bottle and drank deeply again before replacing it and turning around. There was a noticeable sway in her step as she tried to walk over to the bed and giggled uncontrollably. She saw them watching her naked body and she did a sexy wriggle for them with a grin plastered across her face. She tried to spin around seductively and fell onto the bed, arching her back and giggling as she ran her hands all over her bare torso and legs.

Both men’s cocks were rock hard and she turned over to lay face-down in the middle of the bed. Her husband took his cue and straddled her ass, kneeling so his dick pressed along her asscrack. She cooed erotically but lay still as he made a cursory pass over her back and arms with his strong, capable hands. As he leaned forward and back to reach her skin his cock thrust slowly along her ass and his balls rubbed against her pussy lips. He quickly transitioned to her ankles and spread them wide leaving her pussy playfully exposed. His hands worked their way along her legs, massaging up to her hips and ass which she rotated to raise her pussy a few inches into the air.

His hands caressed her asscheeks as he kneeled across her legs, trapping them open and planting his shaft along her asscrack again. She could feel his strong hands grip her lower back as his hips eased off of her, lining up his shaft for penetration. Her inebriated mind was filled with thoughts of cock, and she moaned and gasped as her husband started fucking her slowly from behind. Her seductive calls succeeded in turning him on and she could feel his dick swell inside her, stretching her tight as the stranger looked on and masturbated.

The man inside her kept a steady pace and soon the stranger stood up, walked over, and climbed onto the bed. His hands found her head and pressed her face into his crotch as he began to massage her scalp. She instinctively reached for the cock along her cheek and stroked his shaft and balls as the two men massaged her head and back. The stranger slipped his dick into her mouth as his fingers explored her head. There was nothing left for her to do now but relax and take in the sensation of being stuffed with cocks from both ends.

Soon her husband pulled out of her pussy and climbed off the bed. Taking a seat in the armchair, he began to casually stroke his member as he watched the stranger pull out of his wife’s mouth, crawl across the bed behind her, and start fucking her from behind. He ran his hands all over her skin from her ankles and thighs to her ass, shoulders and back.

Through her moans she now started saying, “Oh god, you feel good,” and, “Ooh, fuck me harder.” The husband watched his wife’s pleasure build until his dick was ready to cum; then he retrieved the bottle of tequila, sauntered over to the bed and grabbed her wrists. The stranger eased his dick out of her pussy and her husband turned her over onto her back. The husband helped his wife sit up a bit and he uncorked the bottle, helping her drink another several gulps while the stranger massaged the tops of her legs from her ankles up to her thighs. When the stranger reached her hips the husband recorked the tequila and laid his wife back down.

He planted his cock right on her face, and she immediately began licking and sucking his juicy balls. His hands caressed her tits and his thumbs massaged her clavicle while the stranger rubbed her hips and spread her legs. While the husband played with his wife’s nipples, the stranger pressed his mouth up against her pussy and started licking her slit and clit. She arched her back in pleasure and quickly came, screaming onto the balls in her mouth as she doused the stranger’s chin with her sex juices.

As her orgasm subsided the men pulled away and moved to each side of her. Supporting her arms they helped her sit up before putting one cock in each of her hands. She was close to blacking out from the tequila and all her mind knew as the pleasure of her climax as her hands moved on their own to jack off the cocks in her hands. One of the cocks had a condom on it. She put the other one in her mouth so she could have both hands free to pull the latex barrier off of the other. Now she could feel his nice, smooth skin against her hand and she smiled around the shaft between her lips.

With one hand on each of their members, she sucked and stroked them until they were ready to burst. In unison their balls tightened and their heads swelled even bigger than before. She took her cue and pulled the cock out of her mouth, letting them explode onto her face and tits. Normally she wouldn’t have been particularly turned on by this, but in her drunken state she just closed her eyes and let her husband’s cock shoot its cum across her face while the stranger painted a pearl necklace on her neck, chest, and tits. Their throbbing shafts felt so good in her hands, her fingers gripping their silky skin with her strong yet delicate grasp. Her hands slid as if by themselves along the pulsing, stretching shafts. She helped their swollen purple heads shower her with their lustful emissions, like an audience throwing her flowers for her perfect sexual performance.

When she had milked them dry, she opened her eyes and let out an excited gasp. Both men smiled warmly at her, and she got up to wash off in the shower, rubbing cum around her nipples as she stepped in and turned on the water. Her husband and the stranger followed her into the bathroom, and all three of them brushed their naked bodies together under the hot water as they rinsed off. Even though both men had cum nice and hard for her, their dicks were still semi-hard and got harder as they rubbed up against her naked body.

She rubbed her tits and face clean, then ran her hands through her hair to flaunt her body. Both men took their cue and pressed up against her, the stranger running his hands across her shimmering thighs from behind while her husband stroked her glistening breasts. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled back as she felt herself trapped between their bodies. She reached her hands down to cradle their shafts, one in each hand, and felt their lust for her grow with every stroke of their fingers on her chest and legs. She held the stranger’s cock up against her ass so she could feel him slide along her asscrack with slow steady thrusts. Her other hand fondled her husband’s balls and shaft while his hands playfully cupped her breasts.

“Oooh, I want you inside me,” she said to no one in particular. The stranger pulled her knee up onto her husband’s waist, as her husband placed his hand in the small of her back and pulled her hips to his, straddling her pussy lips around his shaft. The stranger reached under her ass and started fingering her pussy, making way for her husband to prod his way inside her. The woman started breathing heavily in time with the man’s thrusts while the stranger stroked the lips of her pussy, stretched tight around her husband’s shaft. He kept his dick pressed up against the woman’s ass and the two men ground their hips into her under the cascade of hot water.

kocaeli escort bayan The wife was completely relaxed, and she closed her eyes and rolled her head back onto the stranger’s shoulder as she was pinned between these men’s strong cocks. One hand went absentmindedly behind her head to the stranger’s neck and back, holding him against her while her other hand reached forward to stroke the neck and chest of the man whose cock was inside her. She smiled as she enjoyed their touch, and said, “Ooh, we’re in the shower. You could fuck me in the ass,” to no one in particular.

She felt the cock pull out of her cum-hole and her shoulders were pushed forward and down. Apparently she was bending at the waist, and the two cocks pressed up against her again. She started sucking on a dick that really turned her on for some reason, as another one started sliding in her ass. It felt good this time, and she moaned onto the cock in her mouth, reaching one hand up to hold onto his waist and ass while reaching the other hand back to try to feel the man behind her.

Sliding her fingers across her back she straddled them around the cock pushing into her ass. She loved the feeling of his dick between her fingers, and she pulled her mouth off of the man-meat in front of her to say, “Oh yes! Fuck me slow and deep!” With no further prompting the man behind her bottomed out inside her, and she started sucking the dick at her face again as she let out a moaning squeal at the sensations she was taking in.

Both of her hands moved to grab her own ass, parting her cheeks as she was steadily penetrated with long, smooth motions. The steaming water shimmered across her back and a pair of hands firmly held her back and ribs, though she couldn’t tell whose they were. They held her steady and rocked her slightly back and forth so both cocks could plunge a little deeper into her. The water ran over her back and down her free-hanging breasts, dripping off her nipples in a constant stream that added a thrill to the arousal she as already feeling.

She loved not knowing which cock belonged to her husband, and her thoughts turned to the blindfold lying in the suitcase of sex toys. Moving her hands onto the muscular chest in front of her, she pulled her mouth off of the cock it was on and slowly rubbed her tits from his cock to his pects as she slid the dick out of her ass. Without opening her eyes, she reached back to rinse between her asscheeks, then turned to get out of the shower.

“I need someone to dry me off,” she said seductively, and opened her eyes as her feet hit the bath mat. She could hear both men washing off their cocks and she stepped forward, put her arms above her head, and swayed her hips as she waited for them. They finished quickly and each grabbed a towel to rub down her body. Her husband started at her ankles and she spread her legs wide so he could dry her thighs, pussy, and ass. The stranger started at her tits, rubbing them gently before transitioning to her back, head, and arms. The towels were soft, and by the time they had finished she felt warm, dry, clean, and ready to be aroused again.

She walked slowly out of the bathroom, looking over her shoulder with a wink as she turned the corner and sauntered over to the bed. The men dried off in record time and followed her, turning the corner to see her lying naked in the center of the bed. She was arching her back with her arms lying out to her sides, one leg cocked up in the air with a sultry look on her face as she stared at their naked bodies across the room. The husband moved to the suitcase and retrieved two lifelike rubber dildos, complete with veiny shafts and sizable swinging balls. He lubed one of them up and tossed them onto the bed beside her.

Her hands quickly scooped them up and slid them in where they belonged; the lubricated one was balls-deep in her pussy and she was using the other one as a lollipop. The men kneeled on either side of her and grabbed her wrists, guiding her hands to their still-hard members. They each took one of the dildos and fucked her with them while she held their cocks in her hands and moaned. She moved her fingers along their shafts a little, but her focus was on the cocks in her mouth and pussy. Even though they were only rubber they were thick, and feeling four cocks moving in her mouth, pussy, and hands was a real turn-on for her.

The two men happily plunged the dildos into her, squeezing the balls to make the head and shafts swell just a bit, and making her moan whenever they did. She wondered what it would be like to have four men at the same time, all lusting after her and feeling each of their silky shafts and heads. Then she remembered the thrill of not knowing which cock was her husbands when they fucked her in the shower, and she smiled and let go of their silky, pulsating shafts. Pulling the dicks out of her throat and pussy, she laid them aside and rolled onto her stomach, crawling seductively over to the suitcase beside the bed. She reached in and retrieved a blindfold, then turned to face them.

The woman sat with her knees to one side and one arm back, dangling the blindfold from her other hand as she bared her breasts to them, squared her shoulders sensually and batted her eyes. The biggest smile planted itself on her face when she saw both of them lusting after her with their entire bodies, from their staring eyes to their raging cocks. Then, sitting forward she fastened the blindfold over her eyes and crawled toward them again. She was still more than tipsy, and by the time she felt their hands on her body and her hands on their cocks, she wasn’t sure which was her husband. A thrill shot through her pussy and her nipples stood up hard.

One was on each side of her and she felt them stroking her neck, tits, legs, and ass while she slowly ran her fingers over their man meat. One of them started sucking on her nipples and the other grabbed her ass and fingered her pussy. Their hands were strong and manhandled her just the way she loved. The man behind her laid his dick along her ass and held her close to him while his fingers on one hand darted in and out of her pussy and his other hand fondled and caressed her ass and hips. The man in front of her sucked on her nipples and kissed all over her breasts as his hands cupped and caressed every inch of her skin on her neck, shoulders, chest, breasts, and ribcage. She squared her shoulders, rolled her head back and spread her knees wide, placing her hands on her thighs and letting them satisfy their lust for her body.

Their hands roamed and caressed, and she moaned and pressed into their touch. Then she felt them pressing her back, and she laid down compliantly. She could feel them get off the bed and heard one of them rummaging around in the suitcase before they remounted the bed and knelt beside her. Each man took one of her wrists, and before she knew it she was handcuffed to the headboard. She pulled against the restraints but they were unyielding, and she arched her back and bent her legs, wriggling seductively to entice them to fuck her brains out.

When she felt a pair of hands on her ankles pulling her legs apart a wave of sexuality rushed through her, drenching her pussy and hardening her nipples. Her feet were pulled izmit escort back and a pair of balls eased onto her mouth. The shaft stretched out over her chin toward her tits, and the owner’s hands took her ankles as another dick pressed along her pussy slit. A man’s hands held her thighs near her ass as he rubbed himself along her pussy, and she was too drunk to tell if he was wearing a condom or just sex gel on his dick. It didn’t matter to her, and she sucked on the balls at her mouth as her pussy was enflamed with passion.

She was pinned securely beneath the man sitting on her face, her arms trapped gently under him as he knelt, her ankles held in his powerful hands, holding her pussy in position to be fucked by the other man. The cock on her swollen pussy lips took advantage of her helpless state, leisurely rubbing his shaft along her slit while his strong hands felt up her inner thighs and ass. With one hand he dipped the head of his cock down between her hungry lips and slid himself into her waiting pleasure chamber.

A long moan escaped her throat and the balls in her mouth tightened as the man on her face watched her vulnerable piece of ass getting fucked deep and powerfully. The dick plunged into her pussy, tapping its balls against her asshole with every stroke as her cum canal grasped him and tried desperately to hold his pulsing shaft inside her. His hands cupped her ass and his thumbs stroked her pussy lips as he filled her with his manhood. She felt like a tree on the shoreline, held in place as the waves slammed into her again and again, forcefully filling her crevices with its strength and bringing the thrill of vigor to her blind, helpless form. Each time he filled her womanhood with his raging member he filled her soul with satisfaction and desire.

He pulled out of her and got off the bed, leaving her turned on and wanting more as the man at her face removed his balls from her mouth and crawled into position at her ass. He grabbed her ankles and wrapped her legs around him, lining up the head of his cock for penetration. She pulled him inside her with her feet on his ass, guiding his pace as he eagerly fucked her pussy. The other man straddled her chest, laying his hard cock between her breasts and rubbing her tits with massage oils. She moaned at the warm, thrilling feeling of his hands gliding across her breasts and chest as another hard dick was gliding in and out of her pussy.

She felt her ankles being grabbed and the man inside her held her legs beside his waist, immobilizing her as he pleasured himself on her chained and vulnerable form. She enjoyed every minute of their assault and cooed and moaned loudly as she filled her inebriated mind with each sensation that accosted her. When the man on her chest started thrusting his hips to fuck her tits, she enjoyed it. When the man at her ass raised her legs straight and felt her up as he slowfucked her pussy, she reveled in it. She pulled against the restraints and wriggled her body and legs to entice them to manhandle her even more strongly.

It worked like a charm. She felt her legs being spread wide and held securely, the cock in her pussy slamming into her faster and harder. The man on her chest leaned forward to hold her arms down and his swollen head prodded her chin as his dick tittyfucked her glistening, oiled breasts. She rolled her head back and gasped, letting the man’s shaft and head glide along her neck, her body delighting in their renewed dominating assault.

As she neared her climax she could feel their cocks were fat and swollen, ready to cum in her as she anxiously desired. Instead of feeling them swell and burst inside her, she felt her ankles released and the cock pulled out of her pussy. The man on her chest released her arms and both of them moved off the bed. After a few moments she stretched and wriggled seductively, arching her tits into the air and pining for their loving touch.

Strong hands gripped her ankles and turned her over onto her stomach, crossing her arms at the wrists and pushing her knees into a kneeling position. Her legs were spread as she knelt, her arms still above her head which pressed her tits into the bed and raised her ass high into the air. Her asscheeks left her pussy completely exposed and she felt a thrill run through her as she lay poised in such a provocative and vulnerable position, waiting to be fucked. She imagined them watching her and masturbating, and she moaned softly as she fully adopted the role of their sexual plaything.

She felt a pair of hands stroking her ass and a rock hard cock rub briefly along her pussy slit, teasing her. A moan escaped her lips and she could feel the other man kneel in front of her. Someone said, “Beg for our cocks.” A smile crept across her face and she cooed, “Oooh, I…” She was cut off by the loud SMACK of a paddle across her ass, and she gasped in excitement and stinging pleasure. “Beg!” he demanded, and the paddle smacked her firmly once more.

“I want your cocks!” she shouted obediently as another blow landed; this one was softer and playful. “Please fuck my pussy!” smack “I want to suck your dicks!” smack “Cum on me! Cum in me! Anywhere!” She felt a hard cock slap across her face and she tried to take it into her mouth. A hand on her chin stopped her and she felt another cock spank her ass. “You don’t fuck us, we fuck you.”

“Then please fuck me!” she begged. One cock pressed against her face and another slid up and down her pussy slit. “Fuck me deep and hard!” she shouted as they rubbed themselves on her, teasing her pent-up sexuality. “Please fuck my pussy, I’m begging you. Fuck me so deep it hurts. Fuck my brains out, and keep fucking me til I scream!”

She screamed. One of them, she didn’t know which, had reamed his bulging cock inside her waiting pussy right up to the hilt. She was filled so deep it hurt but in her drunken state after all their teasing buildup it immediately drove her to the brink of an orgasm, and as he started fucking her she came all over his shaft and balls, screaming out her rolling climax. The man in front of her slipped into her mouth and both cocks started thrusting in time, deepthroating her mouth and pussy on every stroke. She rode her orgasm all over their members and both of them pressed deep inside her and came.

All three of them braced in ecstasy as their climaxes pressed them into one. Wave after wave of their pleasure doused her pussy and mouth, and she in turn clamped down on their shafts with her tongue and her womanhood covering them both in her own saliva and sex juices. The dick against her tongue pulsed and pulsed as she swallowed his cum, and the dick in her pussy seemed to go on forever, filling her with his lusty satisfaction again and again.

Once their simultaneous climax had subsided they pulled out of her and removed the handcuffs from her wrists. She lay there exhausted as the men went to clean up, and before they returned the endorphins coursing through her veins had lulled her to sleep. She awoke the next morning under a thin sheet, mostly clean and without her blindfold. Her husband lay beside her, the stranger nowhere to be found. “What happened last night?” she asked her him. “You were pretty wild,” he replied knowingly, “What’s the last thing you remember?” She thought for a minute before replying, “Backrubs?” He kissed her forehead and said, “You had much more fun than that. I’ll tell you all about it sometime.”

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The Third Richest Man in the World–Part 3

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CHAPTER 9

I left the island two days later with Stephanie, Marie, and Martina. I’d miss Stephanie and Marie, but Martina had been a disappointment. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to suck and fuck me; it was just that she was absolutely terrible at it. My times with her were mostly out of pity. She was attractive enough with good-sized breasts and a nice round ass, but, unfortunately, she was like kosher baked goods—better looking than tasting. I hugged and kissed each of the women, spending extra time with Bianca and, especially, Sheena who couldn’t stop crying. “Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll be back soon and you’ll be my first when I am.”
One more kiss and I walked to the Land Rover. Ten minutes later we were in the air.

I sat between the three women once we had leveled off. They were dressed in my standard departure outfits—cream-colored blouse over black Capri’s with their choice of sandals. I’d allow them to shop at our first stop in Honolulu to expand their wardrobes and they’d need suitcases, too. I shared their manila envelopes with them. Inside were their driver’s licenses, passports, and the details of their bank accounts. I explained everything carefully, even giving them the name of an accountant who would assist them in the management of their funds. He was a close associate of my personal accountant, but he did not know me or my name, having received the business through my totally discreet agent. Finally, I gave each a parting gift—diamond stud earrings—2.0 carats total—and a two carat diamond pendant on a slender platinum chain. They showed their appreciation by hugging and kissing me repeatedly.

We stayed in Waikiki for five days—a large suite overlooking the beach and Diamondhead at the Halekulani. First, I took them shopping then we spent our days at the pool and beach, our nights at the finest restaurants before retiring to an evening of glorious sex that came mostly with Stephanie and Marie—sometimes together—and, to a much lesser degree, with Martina. On the sixth day we flew the Gulfstream to Long Beach, California for a refurbishment. Fighting the pirates had destroyed the Gulfstream’s interior and the engines were due for a rebuild. All told the cost would be well over a quarter million dollars—money well spent in my opinion.

Martina was from Texas. I put her on a commercial flight, first-class to Dallas with a hug and a kiss. I joined Stephanie and Marie for a flight to Indianapolis. I held hands with both of them and kissed them repeatedly during the flight, much to the amusement of the first class flight attendants. Once there we walked Marie to the gate for her connecting flight to Miami. I wasn’t at all surprised when she hugged me fiercely and gave me a kiss to match. She and Stephanie hugged before we left, walking slowly toward the baggage claim area. Stephanie could see her fiancé waiting just beyond the security booth. I was about to hug her and kiss her cheek, but she grabbed me, turned me around and kissed me passionately fewer than twenty feet away—it lasted for more than a minute and there was no question as to who had kissed whom. I excused myself, but could hear him whine about the kiss. “I was just thanking my boss for everything he’s done for me.”

“Well, did you have to give him your tongue? That was disgusting and it lasted much too long for my taste.”

“You have a lot to learn, Jonathan especially if you plan on keeping me. Let’s get my bag then we’ll need to talk.” I was walking away en route to the Hertz lot, but I couldn’t suppress a smile. Poor Jonathan—the Stephanie who’d left a year ago was a very different person than the one who returned. He’d have some major adjustments just to keep up with the new Stephanie. From what I knew about him I had my doubts that he would or could. Stephanie was a real handful—a sexual wildcat.

I rented a car, a mid-sized Toyota—nothing special–and drove to Chicago. It would have been faster to fly, but I wanted time to think—time alone to consider some of the things that had occurred recently, both at the island and to me personally. I’d found that my best thinking came when I was alone, something that happened all too rarely. I had a problem—a big one, undoubtedly the biggest of my life—and I desperately needed a solution. The drive is only about three hours, right up the interstate, but I stopped for more than an hour at a rest stop where I opened my briefcase to use a legal pad to analyze the issues facing me. I continued my thoughts once I was back on the road. Luckily, traffic was light so I could allow my mind to wander as I considered what had happened and what I would want to happen in the future. I weighed the pros and cons from every conceivable angle—I’m extremely analytical–and when I pulled up to the hotel I had pretty much made up my mind. The answer was simple, yet complex. I was surprised I hadn’t come to it sooner. I met with Alonzo in my suite, but said nothing.

I had to travel to Paris on business and while there I saw several delightful candidates for my island, but I rejected every one much to Champ’s and Sid’s dismay. I finished my business and flew to Rome. Again, I saw several likely candidates, but I had no interest. I returned to the island as soon as my business was completed. The work on the Gulfstream had been finished for three days when Dan and Chad left Long Beach for New York Kennedy International to London Heathrow and finally to Rome. I sat alone in the rear of the new cabin until Alonzo made the bed where I slept peacefully for the first time since leaving my haven. We made several stops along the way as we hopscotched across Europe and Asia. We had just left Auckland for the final leg when I advised Dan that he would continue on to Honolulu after dinner and that he’d have four of the women as his passengers. If he was surprised by my remarks Champ and Sid were astonished. I asked them to accompany the women, assist them with their shopping, and to see them safely home.

CHAPTER 10

I found all the women at the pool. They rushed to hug and kiss me, soaking my clothes with their enthusiasm. Sheena was last up and I reminded her that I remembered my promise. She beamed in response. I went to my suite until dinner an hour later. I had a lot to prepare for.

After dinner I asked Sheena and Bianca to go to my suite. “Wait there on the couch for me.” I directed my attention to the remaining women. “Let’s go into the lobby. I need to speak with all of you.” I continued once everyone was seated. “I’m sending you home tonight. You’ll see that I’ve given you a full year’s payment for all the partial years you’ve been here, including you Carrie even though you only served me for an extra month. I’ve reached an important decision. I’m going to settle down. I’d like to have a family and, unfortunately, I can’t do that with all of you.” I distributed their envelopes. “Inside you’ll find your driver’s license, passport, and all the details of your financial accounts. You can contact the accountant listed for assistance. There will be no fee for his services. I want to thank you for all you’ve done. You’ll find a special gift in the envelope, too. Champ and Sid will accompany you home and will arrange for some heavy-duty shopping in Honolulu so you can create some new wardrobes. I’ll pay for all your new clothes, too.”

“I see that Sheena and Bianca aren’t here,” Sam commented. “Can we assume they’re a part of your future plans?”

“Yes…if they’ll have me.” They all laughed. Alonzo brought out their travel outfits and small cases with their shoes and personal items. I hugged and kissed each one a final time and sent them on their way. I waited until I heard the Gulfstream take off before walking up the stairs to my suite. Bianca and Sheena were seated quietly on the couch when I entered.

“I want you to know that I’ve made some changes…I’ve sent all the others home. There’s nobody here but you two and me. I’ve decided that I want to settle down.” Bianca and Sheena were clearly surprised and they were shocked when I fell to one knee before them.

“Bianca, I have never loved any woman more than I love you. Will you be my partner for the rest of our lives? Will you stay with me and love me as much as I love you…forever?” I knew then that I’d made a grievous error. Sheena burst into tears, her body shaking as she wept into her hands. I pulled a ring from my pocket, placing it onto Bianca’s finger once she had agreed. I kissed her then turned to Sheena.

“Oh Sheena, I am so sorry. I should have anticipated your reaction.” I kissed her tears away and held her even as she continued to weep. “You see, Sheena, that I have never loved any woman more than I love you. I want you to be my partner forever. Will you stay with me and love me as much as I love you…forever?”

“But…but…you…,” she could barely get the words out between sobs and gasps. “You already asked Bianca.”

I turned to Bianca who had a knowing smile on her face, a sign that she understood clearly what I intended. “Can you explain to her, Bianca?”

“I think so, Master. Remember, Sheena, when Master told us we needed to learn about sharing?” Sheena nodded. “I think Master is telling us that he wants both of us…both of us to be his life partners. I love you Sheena. You’re my best friend here which makes you my best friend—period. I’m willing to share Master with you. What do you say?”

I looked back to Sheena and, without waiting for her answer, removed a ring from my pocket. She held her finger out for me. It was shaking as I slid it on. “I promise you, Sheena, that I will never make you cry again. I’m so sorry.” I leaned forward and she took the hint, mashing her sweet plump lips into mine for a wonderful kiss. I rose and sat between them.

“I obviously can’t marry the two of you. I’d be arrested for bigamy, so what I’m suggesting is that we pledge ourselves to each other. We can have a ceremony and even do it right here, just like a regular wedding– with your families present if you wish. We’ll have a prenuptial agreement in case you change your mind sometime down the line. I’ll give you a tax-free million for every year we’re together up through year ten. For ten through twenty I’ll give you 1.5 million for each year or part of a year. Beyond twenty I’ll give you two million per year. Anyway, I’ll have my attorney put it into clear language for us to sign. Obviously, you’ll have almost unlimited access to my money while we’re together. I’ll change my will so each of you will get five hundred million if I should die. That should be enough to take care of you for the rest of your lives. The rest of my money will go to charity, just as the bulk of my earnings are now distributed. Oh…no more ‘Master;’ you need to call me by my name…John. I’m John Scott Phillips. Does that ring a bell, Sheena?”

“Oh my God—I was supposed to study about you for my Economics exam when I went out to drink with that asshole Michael Smith. What did I ever see in him, anyway? He is nothing compared to you, Master…uh, I mean John. You’re one of the richest men in the world. Oh my God!”

“I’m an American citizen so I think that’s where we should go first. You can meet my mother. I’m sure seeing the two of you will shock the daylights out of her. Then I think Scotland and finally Italy so you can see your families. Do you see any problems with them and our arrangement?”

“I don’t care,” Sheena replied, “If my mum doesn’t like it I’ll have her fired.” Bianca was confused as Sheena and I broke out laughing.

I promised her I’d explain, but later. I put my arms around them, kissed Sheena then Bianca and told them again how much I loved them. “I feel the same way, Master…uh, John. I knew I was in love with you before I spent my first week here. I think it was even faster for Sheena.”

“It was,” she replied, her face reddening somewhat. “I went from hate to love like overnight.”

“Yes, I know. Kathy told me all about the two of you. She’s a genius, you know.”

“Yes, we do. I had a tough time just keeping up with her vocabulary. I speak English very well, but it’s not my first language, as you know, so some idiomatic expressions and technical terms cause me problems. Fortunately, Kathy was also patient and understanding. She explained almost everything to me. She helped me to understand my feelings toward you and I know she did the same for Sheena. She really is a wonderful person. I hope we see her again.”

Sheena lit up like a spotlight. “Could we invite them to our wedding?”

“I don’t see why not. I’m going to make some changes to our facilities. I’m adding a big Jacuzzi to that space by the pool just left of the rocks and waterfall and, believe it or not, I’m going to add wardrobes to all the rooms. I’m going to promote the island as an exclusive getaway for the ultra wealthy. We already have everything we need other than a place to keep our guests’ clothing. I’m planning to charge $45,000 a week. I think it will be a huge success. I’ve already discussed it with several CEO’s and they are very interested. Our security measures are a big draw. There are plenty of rich people who are paranoid about their safety. We’ll have them fly to Honolulu and then transport them by private plane to the island. That means I’ll need another plane and two more pilots.”

“Master…John, why are we talking? Can’t we make love instead? I think we should celebrate.”

“Yes, my darling Sheena I promise you we will make love often…as often as you can get me up.”

“We love a challenge, don’t we, Bianca?” I tried to stand but my women had other ideas. My shirt was ripped from my body; my shorts were pulled down. In less than five seconds I was as naked as they were. “I think I’m ready to share. You ready, Bianca?” They were both on their knees on either side of my rapidly engorging cock in a heartbeat. The sensation of two tongues on my cock was incredible—better than I ever could have imagined. I was as hard as ever in mere seconds. Soon Bianca had moved down to lick and suck my heavy balls while Sheena sucked my cock deep into her throat.

‘Uhh, we are going to actually make love…aren’t we?”

“Of course, Master…John—several times, in fact, but first I’m going to suck your sweet cream into my mouth.”

“Don’t forget to share, Sheena. I want some of that, too.”

Their banter continued for several minutes and while it did I was swiftly losing control. “Sheena…I’m….” Bianca moved up next to Sheena, ready to take my second spurt into her mouth. Suddenly, it was there. A long thick rope of slick white semen filled Sheena’s mouth. In the brief period between ejaculations Bianca had changed places, her lips tight around the helmet as my second rope found her hungry mouth. Back and forth they went, sharing my seed. Later they licked me clean as I sat back exhausted on the couch.

I had just closed my eyes when Sheena rested her head on my left knee, Bianca on my right. “Master…John, can we ask you something?”

“I have a feeling what’s coming next…you want bigger breasts.”

They looked shocked. “How did you know?”

“Well, Bianca Sam told me before I even met you that you were concerned that you weren’t sexy enough for me. Sheena wasted no time in telling me herself.”

“So?”

“I’ll take you to a plastic surgeon in Honolulu. I know him well. I make no promises, but I will listen to what he says. A lot depends on your skin and its elasticity. He’s done work on several on my women over the past ten years, but, Sheena you are NOT getting D’s. I don’t know if you should have D’s either, Bianca. Here’s something for both of you to consider—of all the women who were here–of all I could have chosen—you two have the smallest breasts, by far. Don’t you think I find you extremely sexy and beautiful? As rich as I am I could have almost any woman, yet I chose you. I think you are extremely beautiful and extremely sexy and, more importantly, I love both of you. However, I love you enough to try to make you happy and if bigger breasts are what you want…. We can leave as soon as the plane returns for Honolulu. You can shop bursa escort with almost no limit on your spending, but I reserve the right to buy your jewelry just as I bought your rings.” They seemed to actually notice the rings for the first time.

“Thank you, John. I love my ring. Is it a diamond?”

“Yes, darling—a three carat almost flawless blue white solitaire—the best quality diamond available; the setting and band are platinum. I’ve already selected your wedding bands; I think you’ll like them. They’re also platinum with a row of diamonds that are smaller but match your solitaires. Mine is three intertwined bands—one for each of us—with a single diamond between. I’m planning to buy you lots and lots of jewelry—real stuff. I’m going to spoil you rotten.” They laughed as I led them to the bathroom for a shower. I had a feeling that life would never be boring with these two. My thoughts were proved right once under the shower jets.

Again I found myself double-teamed, but in yet another good way. They each grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash me. They began at my feet and worked their way up—Bianca on my right and Sheena on my left. This was sharing—to the nth degree. I kissed each of them several times and even ran my fingers up and down their ass cracks, stopping to penetrate each tight anus with a finger. Sheena especially was shocked, but Bianca, who I had fucked there before leaving last time, took it completely in stride. I resolved to teach Sheena to enjoy anal as much as she loved every other form of sex, but right now I had some duties to perform. I was clean, but my mates were in need of a thorough cleansing.

I ran my sudsy hands up and down Sheena’s slender body. Soon her entire surface was covered in foam. “You look kind of like the Pillsbury Dough Boy, except a lot thinner, a whole lot prettier, and a hell of a lot sexier.” I knew she was excited—her nipples were as hard as rocks as they poked their way through the layer of suds. I leaned down to kiss each one, covering my cheeks in white foam. I wiped them off as I turned to Bianca. In less than a minute she joined her friend in a covering of fluffy white suds. I pulled them under the shower heads and in seconds they were clean. I put a dollop of shampoo in my hands and applied it to Sheena’s hair. She seemed to be astonished that I would wash it. Wait until I blew it dry. I shooed her out with a pat on her butt so I could concentrate on Bianca. I began to wash her hair, but she pulled me into a long lingering kiss before I could, whispering, “I love you, John, and I would even if you were broke. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever known. I’m sure my parents will scream like crazy about our arrangement, but I’m like Sheena—I don’t care. All I want is to spend my life with you.” I held her for a long time, my cock growing and forcing its way between our bodies. Eventually, she did allow me to shampoo her hair, but not before she had fallen to her knees to take me deep into her mouth. Trust me—there is nothing like getting blown in the shower. My knees were weak when she stopped, preferring to fuck me later in bed.

Bianca toweled her hair as Sheena dried me then I sat her on a stool and blew her hair dry, combing and brushing it. “You’re gorgeous, darling,” I told her. “I’m so lucky to have you.” She beamed, her earlier disappointments completely forgotten. I kissed her quickly and moved Bianca to the stool so I could perform the same service for her. We walked together, hand in hand to my—our—bed.

“I promised Sheena that she could go first. I’ll take care of you later.” I moved Sheena to the bottom of the bed on her hands and knees. “Know why I have you here, Sheena?”

“Umm…so you can play with my ass?”

“Right—I think you’re ready for two fingers, but you must tell me if I hurt you. Just relax.”

“I’m not afraid, John. Bianca told me all about when you fucked her ass. She thought it was incredible, didn’t you, Bianca. Uh, Bianca would you like to lie up here so I can eat you. I hate to see you left out.” I laughed as Bianca scrambled into position. Sheena had come a very long way since coming to me. I took some lube from Bianca and rubbed it into Sheena’s butt. She giggled for a second before digging into Bianca’s tasty cunt. My first finger found its way into Sheena’s anus as I pushed my cock into her slit. Once I was sure she was lubricated I eased into her tight pussy.

I leaned over her back to kiss and nuzzle her neck as I began to pump into her. My finger fucked her asshole and a minute later I added more lube and my second finger. Sheena took a break from dining on Bianca for a second to give me a look of complete euphoria. “I like it, John. I like it a lot. I feel kind of full but my ass is tingling like crazy. It makes your fucking me even better if that’s possible.” She returned to Bianca, nibbling on her hard clit and bringing her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm.

I reached around Sheena’s hip to her clit. It protruded from its hood like a tiny cock that cried for attention. I saw Bianca shaking and I heard her groaning from Sheena’s onslaught. Suddenly I heard her scream, “Oh yeah! Sheena!” She suffered a massive convulsion before sighing and going limp. Meanwhile, Sheena was getting into it herself and when I pinched her clit, twisting it almost ninety degrees, she threw her head back, arched her back and emitted a long feral growl. I came into her silky vault seconds later. We fell together onto the bed. Bianca leaned over to kiss Sheena before whispering, Thanks…I needed that. I love you, Sheena.”

“I love you, too Bianca—not quite the same way I love John—but I do love you and I’m looking forward to spending our lives together…the three of us together and in love with each other.” I climbed between them and we lay together, their bodies resting on mine. I wasn’t at all surprised when we fell asleep quickly.

CHAPTER 11

Dan and Chad returned with the Gulfstream late the following afternoon. I allowed them a day to rest while Sheena, Bianca and I frolicked in the pool and at the beach. I was as naked as they were most of the time, even in the dining room. It goes without saying that we made love often. We were in bed our last night on the island when I asked about them about having a child. “How would you feel about getting pregnant? I don’t think I’d want both of you pregnant at once, but you could take turns.”

“I’ll do it,” Sheena blurted out.

“Me, too; I’d love to have your child.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that because I’d like to have a big family. I’ve wasted too much time as it is.”

“May I ask how old you are, Master? Sorry, it will take me a while to get out of that habit.”

“That’s okay, Sheena—I’m thirty-five. Am I too old for you?”

“Hell no; I think you’re perfect.”

“Thanks, but I’m far from perfect. I think Bianca should be first…mostly because she’s older. Is that okay with you? Think of it this way—she’ll go for almost five months when she won’t be able to fuck. We’ll still be able to take care of her orally and she’ll be able to reciprocate, but only you and I will be able to fuck. Of course, the opposite will be true when you’re in that position. We have plenty of time to talk about it. Now—time to sleep.” I pulled them to me and we were asleep in minutes.

We rose early the following morning. Alonzo met us after our shower with their traveling clothes and small cases with their personal supplies—toothbrushes and toothpaste, birth control pills, tampons, their cosmetics, and anything else he found in their bathrooms. The one simple outfit would be all they’d need until we reached Honolulu where they could shop to their hearts’ content. We boarded the plane at 7:30 and were airborne fifteen minutes later. Once on board I shared with them the platinum Master Cards in their names—Sheena Reynolds and Bianca Risolli. “What’s the limit on these cards, John,” Bianca asked. I thought she’d be the one to inquire—she had much more life experience than Sheena did.

“A hundred,” I replied.

“You’re giving us a hundred thousand dollar credit card? I can’t believe it. Pinch me, Sheena. Ouch! I was only kidding about that.”

“Sorry, Bianca, but I agree. I’ve never had anything like that much money. My mum and I always struggled to get by. I don’t know what I’ll do with this.”

“It’s simple, my darling; spend it. Buy yourself some expensive clothes and shoes. I doubt we’ll find much in the way of jackets or coats in Honolulu so plan on shopping again when we arrive in Los Angeles and Vegas.”

“We’re going to Las Vegas? I’ve always dreamed of going there.”

“We’ll be there at least four days, probably longer. I have some important business there. I’ve already arranged for a suite at the Bellagio. You’ll be able to see and hear the fountains from our suite. Paris and the miniature Eiffel Tower are right across the street. We’ll have a ball once my business is done. Then it’s on to New York to meet my mother. I haven’t decided how to tell her about the three of us yet, but, don’t worry, I’m going to pledge myself to both of you no matter what she says or does.”

“Do you really think she’ll be…I don’t know exactly what term to use—negative, critical, abusive?”

“She’ll be surprised no matter how I warn her and if she’s critical it will be directed to me. I’m sure she’ll like both of you. Well…there’s no time like the present.” I picked up the plane’s satellite phone and dialed her number knowing that there was a seven hour time difference. It was 7:50 a.m. on the island so it would be 2:50 p.m. Eastern Time. Her maid answered. “Hi, Matilde, it’s John. Is Mother there?”

“One moment, Mr. John, she’s on the porch.” A few minutes later I heard my mother speak.

“John? I can hardly believe it. You never call.”

“Well, Mom the fact that we’re speaking now tells me that just isn’t true. How are you?”

“I’m fine, dear, but you didn’t call just to inquire about my health.”

“No, Mom—I want you to know I’m engaged.”

“Well, it’s about time. Do I know her?”

Bianca and Sheena linked their arms through mine. It was the moment of truth—the moment when the matador faces the charging bull. “No, Mom—it’s not a her, but it’s not a him, either. It’s two hers.”

“Are you trying to tell me you are engaged to two women? Do they know that?”

“Yes, Mother—they’re sitting right here on the Gulfstream with me. They’re very close friends. Bianca is 25 and she’s from Naples—the one in Italy. Sheena is now 20; she’s from just outside Edinburgh, Scotland. What’s that? How’d they meet? Good question. I had them kidnapped and taken to my private island to be my sex slaves.” I laughed. “No, Mother—I’m not kidding. They were there along with four others to serve me. They fell in love with me and I fell in love with them—both of them. Mom, I love them to pieces. Here, you can speak to Bianca and then to Sheena.” I passed the phone to Bianca.

I was surprised when Sheena took me into her arms and pressed those sweet Scottish lips into mine. “Thank you, John. I know how important that was…and how difficult. I love you even more now, if possible.” I kissed her cute nose and then it was back to those sweet lips and inquisitive tongue. We finished just in time to hear Bianca say, “Okay, I’ll let you speak with Sheena now. She’s just finished kissing John so now it’s my turn.” Sheena took the phone. Bianca took me. She jumped into my lap, gripped my head firmly, and rammed her lips and tongue into mine. This was a kiss of passion and love, something I shared with her, as well. It went on and on until I heard Sheena say, “Just a second, Mrs. Phillips.” I broke the kiss to speak once again to my mother. I was sure I’d catch holy Hell, but I was wrong.

“Well, John they seem to be delightful women, but—really—two of them? You must be crazy.”

“I am, Mom; I’m just crazy about them—both of them. They’re both incredible. You’ll see what I mean when you meet them. Okay, I’ll let you know exactly when. I have business in L.A. and Vegas first, but we’re headed to Honolulu now for about five days so they can shop. They need clothes. No, they didn’t wear any on the island. Yep, all over tans—very adorable. Okay, bye—I’ll tell them.” I ended the call and returned the phone to its cradle.

“Okay, what did you think?”

“She seemed very nice.”

“Yeah,” Sheena echoed, “Did she say anything about us?”

“She said you seemed to be very nice girls—her exact words—very nice girls.”

“Girls? Not women?”

“That’s what she said, Bianca, but don’t take offense. I can’t wait to hear what your mother and Sheena’s say about me. Oh yeah, I need to explain about Sheena’s mom…er, mum. Essentially, I arranged for her to get a good job with one of my companies so Sheena wouldn’t have to worry about her. Now she’s dating the firm’s general manager and—Sheena—it’s looking good.” She grinned and leaned over to kiss me again. Then she kissed Bianca. It looked to be just as sweet as the one she gave me.

“I’m still not a lesbian, but I do love Bianca.” We sat back and relaxed for the rest of the trip. Alonzo served us small beef filets with roasted potatoes and buttered carrots along with a choice Merlot. Unlike commercial airlines, I and my guests were able to use regular stainless steel tableware and real stemware for the wine. We taxied up to the hangar at 10:53 local time . A limo awaited us as soon as we cleared customs and immigration, a task that took us all of five minutes. I could see how excited my women were to be in Hawaii. We went straight to the Ala Moana Center, home of Hawaii’s best upscale shopping. I took them first to Victoria’s Secret, knowing that I’d get quite the fashion show that evening. After that I found a chair in the hallway just outside the food court and sat, keeping a sharp eye on their purchases. Of course, we were never alone. Two women security agents—employees of mine– shadowed Bianca and Sheena with orders to shoot to kill anyone who tried to harm or abduct them. I had Alonzo who was armed as well as Tobias, one of my top people on Oahu. Five hours later they were done having spent more than $50,000 each. They were nervous at first, but I only laughed when they told me what they had spent.

We took the limo to the hotel—the Halekulani—where we had a quick swim. It was my first opportunity to see what these vixens considered a bikini. Essentially, these suits were nothing more than three tiny triangles of cloth connected by strings—not straps mind you—strings.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said when I first saw the suits.

“No, they’re the closest thing to our favorite suits we could find. Our favorites were what we wore on the island.” I rolled my eyes in mock frustration, but I couldn’t stifle a laugh.

“You do realize that I’ll be the envy of every male here, don’t you?”

“That’s what we had in mind,” Sheena said with a huge grin on her face. I shook my head, but put my arms around their waists and pulled them to me. After planting a long passionate kiss on each of them I led them out to the pool. We got no further than the elevator before they got a reaction. Several young men tried to pick them up, but they explained how they were taken—by me. Personally, I couldn’t get to the pool soon enough.

The temperature had dropped somewhat by the time we reached the pool so it was quiet and mostly deserted. We welcomed the refreshing water after our long day. We waded in until the water was up to our necks. They were treading water by the time I was up to mine and we all had a good laugh. We enjoyed ourselves for almost half an hour until the hotel manager asked to see me. “Please, Mr. Phillips, your friends’ suits are almost illegal in Hawaii. Can you please do something about them?”

I view those who use their wealth to intimidate others with disdain. I assured him that I would as I called Bianca and Sheena to me. They were red-faced when I explained the problem. “Save them for our wedding day. Nobody will complain on the island. Or…I’ll bet you’ll be bursa escort bayan fine in Vegas.” I kissed them so they knew I wasn’t angry and back to the suite we went, this time with their hot bodies covered almost completely by long thick towels.

The following morning we had an important appointment with renowned plastic surgeon Dr. Imanuma. Thad greeted me warmly. We had been undergrads together until I dropped out to start an internet business. Three years later he was headed to medical school and I was closing in on my first billion. His nurse took Bianca to one exam room and Sheena to another until they demanded to be together. “We’ve seen each other naked like a thousand times,” Sheena explained as they pulled me into the room with them. He examined them carefully, checking their skin for elasticity as I had anticipated. I had no doubts that they would qualify for transplants—they were young and in excellent health. They were thrilled when he suggested that Sheena could easily handle C’s and Bianca D’s. They jumped for joy. The surgery was scheduled for two days hence. He thought they could leave the hospital the following day and travel a day or two after that.

From the doctor’s office I had our chauffeur drive us back to Ala Moana Center, this time to several jewelers. Our first stop was Cartier for watches. Next we went to Harry Winston where I bought them several gold and diamond bracelets. Sheena fell in love with a ruby and diamond pendant and, not to be outdone Bianca wanted one made of black onyx and diamonds in a platinum setting. Of course I also bought her a platinum chain. Our next stop was Tiffany’s where I bought them earrings of virtually every description. Finally, back to Victoria’s Secret—they’d need new bras, for sure. All told I had spent more than $300,000. It was money well spent. I drew the line, however, when Sheena asked about getting several piercings. “Absolutely not—I don’t find all those piercings attractive. One or two in your ear lobes are fine, but you’re going to travel in elite society. I think you’ll be more comfortable without them—no piercings!” They pretended to pout, but we all knew it was just an act.

We spent the rest of the day at the pool, this time with some more modest, but not actually modest suits on my future mates. If anything they looked better and sexier in these than they did yesterday when they were almost naked. We went out to dinner, and since neither Sheena nor Bianca had ever been to Hawaii before I took them to Top of Waikiki, a revolving restaurant a block from the beach with excellent food and views to match. I couldn’t understand how two slender and in-shape women could eat so much. Even tiny Sheena ate almost twice what I did—appetizer, huge salad, a big slab of prime rib, and dessert. We returned to the Halekulani and our suite for an evening of good fucking, but we retired early. We had to be at the hospital early the following morning for blood tests. Thad had accelerated the surgeries as a favor to me. The least we could do was meet the schedule he had established for us.

We spent the rest of the day at the beach where I rented a cabana. There were only two chaise lounges so we shared just as we shared everything and would for the rest of our lives. We ate in our room through the hotel’s extensive room service menu. We dined on the lanai using a table that had been brought to the suite especially for that purpose. I wore a microfiber aloha shirt and tan shorts with sandals. Bianca and Sheena each wore one of my tee shirts. I was sure the waiters could see the outlines of their lush sexy bodies against the backdrop of the Pacific. The setting was romantic, but with the waiters present and Alonzo for security our opportunities for any meaningful sex were essentially nonexistent. That would have to wait for later when we were alone.

The waiters had cleaned up and left by ten o’clock after I had tipped each of them with a hundred dollar bill. I led my hot young beauties to bed. I set them up in a 69 with Bianca on the bottom and Sheena’s pussy at the side of the bed. “Care to guess why you’re here, Sheena? You guessed right last time. Want to try again?”

“Um…does it have anything to do with my ass?”

“Oh, it most certainly does,” I exclaimed with a laugh. A second later Bianca joined me as Sheena turned red in the realization that her anal virginity was about to be lost. I rubbed my cock into her slit. She was already wet in anticipation of what was to come. I pushed home, marveling again at the tightness and texture of her pussy. I really was lucky to have her. I had just applied the first dollop of KY when Sheena licked Bianca for the first time. Bianca groaned. I could only imagine these two in action during my absence from the island over the last weeks. In five minutes I had two fingers penetrating Sheena’s anus and a few minutes later it was three. She groaned, but her face showed no signs of pain. Had she, I would have stopped immediately. I was doing this for her—to give her the most sensational orgasm of her life. I pulled out of her and as I did Bianca brought her mouth to Sheena’s messy cunt. I applied some KY to my throbbing organ and made a quick exchange—my cock for the three fingers, wiping them on a towel I’d brought in for just that reason. It took more than ten seconds before Sheena realized that I was fully in her.

“Oh fuck! I can’t believe that didn’t hurt a bit. I feel so full now and my ass…my whole abdomen is tingling like crazy. Ohhh. Ohhhh. I’m cumming. I’m cumming again…and again. I don’t believe it. Bianca hasn’t even gotten to my clit and I’ve …. ARRRGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRRRRR!!!” When Bianca nibbled on Sheena’s clit she arched her back, screamed at the top of her lungs and fainted dead away. I pulled out of her and moved her off Bianca to check her breathing and heart rate. She was okay, probably much more than okay as I kissed her gently, whispering, “I love you my little Scottish darling. I love you very much.”

Turning to Bianca I whispered, “I love you, too Bianca. I’m so lucky to have you.” I kissed her passionately before retreating to the bathroom to thoroughly wash my cock. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Can you do my ass, too?” I agreed and prepped her butt while fucking her pussy. She needed much less work to get her ready because of her experience, but I was still careful with her. I pushed into her slowly as she turned around to face me, her face showing the rapture of our joining. I was sure my face showed just as much. I always loved being in Bianca’s ass; hell, I loved being in any part of her—mouth, pussy, or ass. She was nothing less than spectacular.
I could tell she was getting close. I could feel tiny tremors all along her back so I reached down to her clit. I did it just in time because my orgasm was coming on like a freight train. I blew into her just as she shuddered hard. Three times her body shook until she collapsed with me on top of her. I moved my loves, placing their heads on the pillows. I climbed between them, pulled up the blanket and pulled them to me. Even unconscious they snuggled up as close as possible to me.

We were up early and out the door for our 6:00 appointment at the hospital. No food for them—no eating before surgery. Me? I was too nervous to eat. Why did I ever agree to this? If anything happened to either one of them I’d never forgive myself. They kissed me and disappeared into pre-op. I stayed in the lobby, wringing my hands in anxiety. Alonzo walked out to a restaurant, returning a half hour later with a take-out breakfast for the two of us. I was so nervous I could barely get anything down. Thad had told me that the surgeries would take about an hour each. The first was scheduled for 7:00—Bianca, I thought—the second at 8:00. A nurse came out at 8:15 to tell me that Bianca had taken the surgery well and was in post-op. I could see her in about an hour. Now I only had Sheena to worry about.

Of course, my fears were completely unfounded. They both came through the surgeries easily and I got my first peek at their new boobies. They had been placed in the same room. There were bandages, sure, but the mounds on their chests were obvious, especially on Sheena. I kissed them and caressed their heads giving them ice chips and sips of water as they slowly overcame the effects of the anesthesia. By afternoon they were sore, but overjoyed at their new breasts. I stayed with them all day and well into the evening, leaving only when they fell asleep for the night. I returned to the suite, ordered a light meal from room service even though I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and not much then. I showered and went right to bed, missing my lovers immensely.

I was back at the hospital by nine the following morning and the change in both women was obvious as soon as I walked in. Alonzo followed carrying a huge bouquet of Hawaiian flowers. I hugged and kissed Bianca and then Sheena. In response they pulled their gowns up to show their breasts in their full glory. I had to admit—Thad had done a beautiful job, just as he had done three times previously for me. There was no insurance for elective surgery so the two surgeries would cost me almost $100,000. It was worth any price to make my women happy. Thad came in to see them around eleven. They were thrilled when he said they could check out. Their stitches could be removed in ten days. They could travel with me, but no bras and no sexual contact for at least that period. He’d see them in a month unless there was a problem.

Sheena spoke first once Thad had left the room. “You heard him, John—ten days then watch out because Sheena and Bianca and their new boobs are going to be all over you.” I hugged her carefully, kissed her then Bianca before whispering, “I can’t wait.”

Of course, checking out took much longer than any of us wanted. I went down to the cashier’s office to settle the bill. I’d dealt with the hospital before so they knew my credit was good. Hell, I could buy the whole hospital. I returned to their room and led them out around 2:30 back into the limo for the brief ride to the Halekulani. We stayed in the room all afternoon and ate again on the lanai. We ventured out to the pool the following day, but no swimming for them, in fact no showers either. It would be sponge baths for the next week to keep their incisions and stitches dry. We retired to the suite mid-afternoon; I could see they were tired.

We lay down for a nap, but no sex—there would be plenty of time for that once they were more recovered. They slept for almost three hours and when they awoke Sheena asked, “You know John, there’s nothing wrong with our mouths or pussies.”

“I know, but you have to be careful how you move. Thad has told me in the past not to have sex for ten days. I know how much you want it—hell, I want it just as badly, but I’m not taking any chances with your safety—not now, not ever.” I leaned over to kiss each of them, but that was it. We ate once again on the lanai so they wouldn’t have to dress. They pouted and complained, wanting to get back to their regular lives. Unfortunately for them I resumed my role as Master and Master I would be as long as needed.

We left the following day for Los Angeles after enjoying a fantastic buffet breakfast at Duke’s right on the beach. The prices are reasonable, but then everywhere is reasonable compared to the Halekulani. I took my brides-to-be there as a treat, knowing how they loved to eat and how they had been deprived over the last two days. From there it was straight to the airport for our flight to L.A. The Gulfstream G550 has a cruising range of more than 6,700 nautical miles, far enough to reach all the way to the East Coast from Hawaii. We settled in for what turned out to be a trip of just over five hours. We sat and kissed and even slept. Alonzo served us a delicious lunch.

We were about half-way when Sheena asked me something I’d been expecting ever since their surgeries. “Do you like them? Do I look sexier?”

“Darling Sheena,” I replied, “I don’t think you could possibly look sexier than you were, but—yes—I do like them. They look great on you just as Bianca’s look fantastic on her. I can’t wait to play with them and make you cum over and over.” As expected they laughed and laughed. Even Alonzo laughed and he’d seen and heard almost everything. I leaned over to kiss Bianca on my right and when she was done with me I turned left to Sheena. Her kiss was so sweet and so passionate. Maybe denial was good for her. Then I thought—no way—that was never going to happen. Okay, maybe while she was pregnant or recovering from giving birth, otherwise I could never get enough of her or Bianca, either.

We touched down just before 3:00 and were away in a limo about twenty minutes later. I had to chuckle. Traveling was a lot easier before they had so many clothes. Our limo drove us straight to the Beverly Hills Hotel where I had reserved a bungalow. I had a lot of meetings scheduled and I planned to have them come to me. That’s one benefit of having a lot of money. I had initially planned to stay in L.A. for four days, but now that I had Bianca and Sheena with me I extended our stay to include Disneyland, Universal Studios, and, finally, Knott’s Berry Farm. Watching them in the parks was so much fun. Their surgery had been more than a week prior when I had Malcolm come to the bungalow to check their progress.

“Don’t worry,” I told my fiancées. “Mal has seen you naked.”

“Yeah, I’m the one who monitored you all the way to the island. I had to give you an ECG so I had my hands all over your chests although I must say they look even more interesting now. That Dr. Thad does great work. Okay, who’s first?” Bianca stepped forward and shrugged out of her shirt. Mal gently removed the bandages and checked the condition of the incisions.

“You’re completely healed, Bianca. Your incisions are completely closed and your stitches are ready to be removed.” He gently cut and pulled the threads from her body. “You can wear a bra now and I kind of have an idea what else you want to do, too. Let’s take a look at you, Sheena. Sheena unbuttoned her shirt and jumped up onto a table so Mal could check on her progress. “Damn, Sheena, I wouldn’t know you had surgery if I didn’t see these stitches. You’re completely healed and your stitches are ready to go, too.” Five minutes later they were gone.

“I say we skip any more parks, John. Bianca and I have something else in mind to amuse us.”
Mal laughed. “That’s my cue to leave. Good luck, John; I think you’re going to need it.” He laughed again on his way out the door. I saw Sheena give Bianca a subtle nod. They each grabbed an arm and marched me to the bedroom.

“Now, don’t give us a hard time. We’re going to fuck you and that’s that!”

“Yeah, Bianca–I can’t wait to get my hands on that pretty prick of John’s. I’ve missed that so much.”

“Ummmm, me, too. I’m going to slurp up his cum until he’s dry. Maybe—if he fucks you—I’ll suck it from your pussy.” I had to laugh.

“I had no idea how a little denial would make you two such perverts.” Now it was their turn to laugh. We fell onto the bed hysterical, but the hysterics stopped when I looked into their eyes and told them how much I loved them. I pulled them to me for a long hug then I lay back on the bed and allowed them to have their way with me.

Sheena began to lick and suck my balls. Ten days of no sex had an immediate impact on me. I was hard in a millisecond, my cock pulsing with every heartbeat as the head turned reddish purple in my lust for my lovers. Bianca took me into her mouth, teasing me by circling my helmet with her tongue then moving down and stopping only when her lips had bottomed out against my pubic hair. Then she was back up to repeat the process all over again. She pulled back and tilted her head down to Sheena, “I’ll let you go first if you’ll let me take his load first. I’ll share, but I want it first. Is that okay?”

“You bet! Thanks! I can’t wait for John to pull and twist my nipples.” She let my balls pop out of her mouth and rose up to straddle my hips. escort bursa “Please tell me when, John, so I can keep my promise to Bianca.” I nodded to her as her slender body sunk down my shaft. I always marveled at how Sheena could make me disappear within her. She was so slender–muscular, but unbelievably sexy–the result of working out in the gym and running almost daily. Her body was incredible. I thought it was incredible when she had A-cups; now with large symmetrical C’s that looked totally real she had porn star quality. I moved up to kiss her as I massaged her beautiful full breasts in my hands. Sheena groaned into my mouth as her ecstasy increased by the second. She emitted a low feral growl when I took her nipples between my fingers to pinch and roll them.

Sheena was never idle on my cock, but this afternoon she rode me like a madman, grinding her clit into me with a ferocity I didn’t know she possessed. After no sex for so long there was no way I was going to last very long and Sheena’s actions weren’t going to help. After only five minutes I could feel a rumbling deep within my core. “Sheena!” She was off me in a flash, her hot tight cunt replaced by Bianca’s warm tender mouth. I bucked my hips up about a foot as my first eruption found her throat. My next was less than a second behind, but it was enough time for Sheena to replace her and so it went for each of my six ejaculations. I was spent when I was done. Bianca and Sheena shared clean-up duties, licking and sucking all of Sheena’s copious juices from my wilted cock and abdomen. I pulled them up for long loving kisses before settling in for a well-deserved nap.

“You’re going to need this nap, John. Bianca and I have plans for tonight, don’t we?”

“We had to do something during all those long boring hours in the hospital so we talked about how to reward you.”

“That’s something you’ll never have to do. Just being here with me is all the reward I’ll ever need. I hugged them as they rested their heads on my shoulders and ran their legs over mine. I had to chuckle as Sheena leaked all over my thigh. What treasures these two were.

CHAPTER 12

We flew to Vegas the following morning. I introduced Sid and Champ to my women en route. “Bianca, Sheena, you need to know these two men. They’ve been around the entire time we were in Honolulu and L.A., but in Vegas you’ll rely on them much more. It’s generally safe in the hotels and casinos there, but I’m not taking any chances. There are always thieves, pickpockets, and cheats around—more than any other city in my experience, probably because there’s so much money on display. Bianca, Sid is the head of the team that brought you to me. Sheena, Champ headed your team.”

“Thank you, Sid. Without you I would never have met John.”

“Yes, thank you, Champ. You did me a great favor.” Sheena grabbed my arm and kissed my cheek.

“Now, I want to explain about Bellagio. We’ll have a BIG suite—living room, dining room, kitchen stocked with plenty of food and snacks and several bedrooms although we’ll obviously only need one, and everything will be comped.”

“I do not know that word, John.”

“Okay, Bianca, it’s a term that means our suite, any shows we go to, and everything we eat in the hotel, even outside the hotel sometimes, will be complimentary. That’s because I’ll risk at least $500,000 at the blackjack tables. I want you to play along with me. You can bet small, like $25 a hand. I usually bet a thousand or more.”

“I’d be nervous betting that much.”

“That’s why, Sheena, you’ll be betting $25.”

“That’s what I was talking about–$25!”

I took Sheena’s head and kissed her nose. She really was so cute. “Had you done your homework you’d know roughly how much I’m worth. Guess!”

“I know you’re really rich; uh, you told us we’d each inherit $500,000,000, so, 2 billion?”

“Tsk, tsk—you really need to do more homework. How about you, Bianca?”

“Um, eight billion?”

I leaned over to kiss her before telling them, “Last check of the stock market—well over fifty-four billion. Of course, a lot of it is tied up in companies I own like the one your mom works for, Sheena. My companies and investments earn more than a million dollars a day–roughly ten million each and every week so risking less than a half million isn’t much for me. I want you to have a great time, but either Sid or Champ will be with you every second you’re not in the suite. They won’t be in your way, but you need to know they’re there. They’ll also have their team members with them, including some women for when you have to use the rest room. Just remember to charge anything you buy to our suite. I’ll see you’re introduced to the team members once we’re in the hotel.” We were descending to land before I had finished my spiel. Two limos waited for us. Another would follow with Dan and Chad once the plane had been secured.

I used my cell to call ahead, using my representative’s private number. He was at the entrance to greet us, handing a welcome package to each of my women. “Can we open them, John?” Sheena was really excited. She tore into the wrapping paper once I had nodded. Inside was a lovely 14K gold tennis bracelet. Retail cost was well over a thousand, I was sure. Sheena and Bianca were impressed and thanked George profusely even though they were both wearing tennis bracelets that had cost me more than $10,000 each.

We were shown to our suite on the twenty-eighth floor. The living room wall was all glass overlooking the famous fountains. I explained that the fountains were choreographed to famous classical and show music and showed them how the radio and even the TV could be tuned to the music. I shared with them the rest of the suite including the wet bar which was stocked with premium liquors for our use. They took one look at the bed and began to strip. “Later…after dinner and gambling. In fact, let’s head to the casino now so I can show you how it all works. We took the elevator down to the first floor and turned right into the casino where Sid’s team met us. A guard demanded to see Sheena’s ID. He allowed her through once he saw she was twenty—she’d celebrated her birthday only a few weeks ago while on the island. “You have to be at least eighteen to gamble so keep your ID with you or else you’ll have to go all the way upstairs to get it.” I held their hands as we walked to the blackjack tables. At this hour—eleven in the morning—there wasn’t much going on. I sat at an empty table and called for the pit boss. Showing my player’s card got his attention. In only minutes George was there to assist me.

“A hundred thousand, please.” A dealer was summoned and the chip box was opened.

Uh, John could we give you less for now? I don’t think we have that much in here. We’ll have to get some big ones for later.”

“Okay, George, how about twenty?” We finally got our chips and I had the dealer break a thousand so I could give five hundred each to Sheena and Bianca. I bet a thousand on each hand; they bet twenty-five. I explained basic strategy—when to pull and when to pass and about computing the probabilities for each decision. We played for about two hours when we broke for lunch, leaving the chips on the table for the Bellagio staff to safeguard. The table was roped off and a hotel guard posted before we even turned the corner. We walked past the long line for the buffet and were seated in minutes. I also asked for a table for my staff of eight. I’d pay for their meals once everything was tallied up at the visit’s end.

We spent more than an hour eating our lunch. The Bellagio has one of the best buffets in Vegas. I’m a sucker for boiled shrimp and prime rib so I always overeat. We returned to the casino around 3:30, meeting George on route who told us he had five tickets for Elton John that evening. He knew I would only go if I had my own security. I’d take Sid and Amanda. Both had carry permits for Nevada and I’d need a woman to cover Bianca and Sheena should they need the rest room.

We returned to the casino after lunch, staying there for about two hours. I was up more than twenty thousand, Bianca was down $150, and Sheena was thrilled to be the big winner having doubled her original stake. We returned to the suite. I wanted a shower, but was outvoted by my two lovers. I pretended to struggle as my clothes were quickly and efficiently removed from my body by my two laughing lovers. Sheena kissed me as Bianca knelt and took me into her mouth. There was love and lust in her as Bianca laved my hard organ with her tongue. Around and around my cock her tongue worked as Sheena tickled my tonsils. Slowly they moved me back to the bed until Sheena pushed me and I fell onto my back with Sheena on top of me. These two were so funny, but it was clear that they had indeed learned to share.

Bianca rose to straddle me, gripping my cock firmly. “I get to go first this afternoon, but Sheena gets first dibs at your spunk.” I laughed as I leaned up to kiss her before returning to Sheena. I gripped one of Bianca’s tits and one of Sheena’s. I massaged gently, but firmly as I teased their areolas and nipples. Meanwhile, Bianca was making up for lost time. Like Sheena last night she rode me with abandon, grinding her clit into me with force. I could see her shake as her first orgasm struck. Still she rode me with enthusiasm, her tight cunt gripping me like a velvet vise. Yes, I had cum hard last night and that was probably the only reason why I didn’t reach my orgasm almost immediately. I moved with Bianca for somewhere between five and ten minutes, driving my cock into her over and over until I could feel the familiar rumble. “Bianca,” I growled just seconds before the imminent eruption. Her cunt was almost immediately replaced by Sheena’s mouth. My first load flew straight into her stomach. They switched and Bianca took my second. They moved back and forth until the droplets oozed from my tip. Even then they shared as they licked me clean.

Still naked I led them into the living room. I made drinks and passed them to my women as we sat and watched the fountains. Bianca was impressed but Sheena was awestruck and then she saw the Eiffel tower across the street. I pulled them in for a quick shower before dressing. They wore identical dressy short gowns that hugged their bodies like a second skin all the way to mid-thigh. The tops were cut between their large firm breasts almost to their navels. Sheena’s was emerald green; Bianca’s a deep red. I knew my $5,000 charcoal gray suit would be totally unnoticed while I was with these two. I was pleased to see their choices in jewelry—elegant and understated, but definitely and obviously expensive. I took their arms in mine and led the way down to the Prime Steakhouse. We were seated at a table for only seconds when Sheena whispered, “John, this place is really expensive.”

“Yeah, it is, but remember that we’re not paying. Hardly anyone in here tonight will actually pay for their meals. This is a restaurant where almost everyone is comped. Now, let’s order and eat. We have a ten o’clock date with Elton and it will take us at least two hours here.”

We were just into our entrees—bone-in prime rib for me and filets for each of the women—when Sheena whispered again, “Wait ‘til my mum hears that I had a $24 shrimp cocktail and a $63 filet. She’ll be so jealous.”

“We’ll take her and Jack out to eat when we get there—best restaurant in Edinburgh, okay darling?”

“I love when you call me ‘darling,’ John.”

“I just love you—both of you. You make me feel so lucky and when people see me with you I’ll feel even luckier.” I leaned across the table to give each a quick kiss. We left the steakhouse at 8:30, but not before I tipped the staff with five hundred dollar chips. Our limo was waiting for us at the entrance as were Sid and Amanda. George also joined us, sitting up front with the driver. Seconds later we were out onto the Strip en route to Caesar’s Palace. Traffic on the Strip is always a mess at night. We spent more than thirty minutes to go what was probably less than a mile.

George led the way for us and I could see people en route checking us out. Sid shouldered several people who came too close out of our way. I could see how impressed Sheena and Bianca were as we were led to our table in the Circus Maximus theater. I ordered a magnum of Dom Perignon, knowing that Bellagio could well afford it. I’d already wagered more than $200,000, betting $5,000 or more on every hand for the last hour this afternoon. We’d return to the casino once the show was over. At that time our limo would come to a special VIP entrance to pick us up. We relaxed, but I could see Sid and Amanda hard at work. They’d drink ginger ale and probably see less than ten percent of the show, concentrating their attention on the audience instead.

We left around 12:15, escorted to the special exit where we’d avoid all the crowds. Fifteen minutes later we sat again in the casino. I started what turned out to be the best streak of my life after three losing hands. After four wins in a row I increased my bet to $10,000. I drew two eights, splitting immediately. When the first eight drew a two I doubled down. I had an almost sure winner when I drew a jack. My second eight drew yet another eight so I split again. I now had forty thousand on the table. I could hear a young woman behind me say, “That’s more money than I earn in a year.” I drew a five so I hit again, drawing a four for seventeen—not great, but okay. My final draw was an ace giving me nineteen. I had enough. It was now Sheena’s turn.

She had begun with a ten and a deuce. I suggested she stay against the dealer’s six. The dealer turned up a four, giving him ten—not a good sign, but our odds improved when his next card was a five. His final card was an eight for twenty-three. He was busted. Sheena and Bianca each won $25; I won $40,000. I immediately consolidated the chips, coloring up to eight cranberry $5,000 chips, turned around and dropped the chips into the hand of the stunned young woman. I kissed her cheek and turned back to the next deal. When we left an hour later I was up more than four hundred and eighty grand despite my generosity and tips of more than ten thousand for the dealers. Hand in hand Bianca, Sheena and I returned to our suite.

“Will they be angry that you won so much, John?” It was Sheena whispering in my ear.

“No, they’ll make it up with other gamblers and they still might make it up on me. The odds are always in favor of the house, although blackjack has the best odds for the gambler, except maybe craps, if you play the right way. If I walk away with a big win they’ll publicize it like crazy in the hope of drawing other big-time players to the casino. The casino always wins over the long term. If I played for a month I’d surely lose. By then the laws of probability would take over, but short-term almost anything can happen.”

We were showered and in bed naked when Sheena and Bianca thanked me. “We had a wonderful time, John, didn’t we Bianca?”

“I know I did. I can’t believe we sat so close to Elton John. I saw him once before in London and I was so far away I could barely see him. Thank you, John.”

“You’re welcome. You’re now in the stratosphere of society, a level open to only a select few. Had I wanted we would have been invited back to Elton John’s dressing room. Why weren’t we? I hate people who flaunt their wealth and, let’s face it, the only reason we’d be invited is that I’m a billionaire. I’m no different than anyone else other than fifty-four billion dollars and two fiancés.” They laughed.

“You’re also pretty good at fucking, John…especially anal. I never dreamed it could be so good. I thought it would hurt something awful.”

“You’re very sweet, Sheena; now I think we should go to sleep. I have a meeting at ten. We can make love once I’m done. You guys can go to the pool if you like, but be careful—it gets really hot here.”

“What about…you know, security?”

“You’ll be covered as soon as we leave the suite. In fact, we’re covered now so don’t worry, okay? Leave all of that to me.” I kissed each of them good night, pulled them close and thanked God for my luck in finding them. We were asleep in seconds.”

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The Rape of Young Kate

Introduction:
This story is mainly about the rough, cruel rape of a eighteen year old girl. If it isn’t your cup of tea, go find something else. The other thing is… with all the trash comments out there these days, comments are disabled unless you are registered and logged in… which CAN be traced. Thanx

“What’s the problem, son?”

My son, Dave, came in from school, grabbed a Dr.Pepper and went to the patio. He never acknowledged my greeting.
I knew he had finally found out, what I already knew.

“She’s pregnant, dad. Kate’s pregnant and I’m not the father.”
Dave and Kate had been dating since they were in junior high. He told me over a year ago that they had decided not to have sex until they graduated. This was their senior year, and graduation was two weeks away.

“Okay, son, you lost me here. Has Kate been dating other guys?”

“She was raped, Dad. It was about two months ago. I know she’s been upset for a while, but I just chalked it up to being moody and getting ready for graduation. She told me about it today. Her mom knew about it right after it happened, but didn’t want Kate to report it or tell anyone else. She’s so self centered; she didn’t want her church buddies to find out… the bitch.”

“Watch the name calling, Dave. Does she know who raped her? Usually it’s somebody the victim knows.”

“No, she was attacked and never saw the man. Her head was covered and he tied her hands…. He fucked her three times, dad. Her mom found her tied to the bed a few hours afterwards.
“I’ve been in her arms for almost four years, nearly every day, but we’ve never had sex… I’ve felt her tits and she’s rubbed my dick thru my jeans, but that’s all. Now some sorry bastard fucks her and gets her pregnant. I love her, dad. What do I do, now?”

I reflected back… back to the first time Dave brought Kate home from school to do homework……..

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Her jeans weren’t skin tight, but tight enough. At the ripe age of fourteen, her tits had begun to develop and her waist was slender.

As Kate and Dave grew older and closer, she finished filling out… those jeans did become skin tight. With a 36D chest, my 36 year old cock jumped to attention every time she came to our house. I couldn’t believe Dave was able to corral his own sexual desires when she was around. He must have jacked off a LOT. I would have been pounding that cunt every time I could.

My own wife had left me when Dave was six. At one point, I considered asking Kate’s mom out, but Dave advised me that she was a lesbian, but her church group didn’t know that, either.
“Then some way,” I thought to myself, “I’m just gonna have to find a way to sink my cock into Kate’s sweet pussy.”

So….. It was about two months ago when I heard Kate tell Dave that she wouldn’t be able to go out with him and their friends on a Friday night, after the basketball game. Her mother was driving into Tulsa for a late dinner with her area manager. She was in line for a promotion with the cosmetics company she worked for and planned to get home around midnight or shortly after.

Kate also said that Dave and the others couldn’t come to her house, since her mom didn’t allow it when she was out of town.
That night, I lay in my bed with my thick seven inch shaft in my hand and formulated my plan…

It was three in the afternoon when I found the unlocked window in Kate’s house. I slipped in and helped myself to a cold beer. When I heard Dave’s car pull up, I was afraid that he was going to violate her mom’s orders and come inside with Kate.

But, like the good kid he is, he walked her half way to the door and kissed her, pulling against her fine ass and lingering on her lips. I could tell when he mouthed the words, “I love you, see you tomorrow.”

I had tried all the closet doors earlier and found that none of them had squeaky hinges. I hid in the hall closet until I heard the television.
Peeking out, I could see the back of Kate’s head watching the Ellen Degeneres Show.

I slipped up behind her and dropped the black drawstring bag over her head. It tied easily and I grabbed her wrists as she tried to remove it. I dragged her backwards over the couch and pinned her to the floor, screaming all the way.

Knowing she would recognize my voice, I told her to, “shhhhh”, but when she didn’t, I planted a hard fist to her stomach, knocking the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping.

I rolled her over and tied her hands behind her…. This was going to be so easy… and so fucking good.

It was a kicking, screaming fight as I yanked her to her feet and forced her down the hall. Another punch weakened her enough that she just curled up when I threw her onto the bed. I undressed as she regained her breath.

I climbed over the girl and straddled her waist. With her hands tied behind her, she cried out in pain as my weight settled onto her luscious body. I ripped open her pink blouse, exposing her cleavage, probably bursa escort the nicest set of tits I had ever seen in person.

Kate yelled, “NO! PLEASE, NO! DON”T DO THIS! PLEASE!” I simply followed up by ripping the straps on her bra and tearing through the fabric holding one breast. One tug and the thing was completely out of the way. I leaned forward, laying my hard rod between those smooth globes and began titty fucking her.

She complained about her arms hurting so I lifted my weight a little. She tried kicking me in the back with her knees so I dropped back onto her belly. I really had to hand it to Kate, she knew what she was going to get, but she would fight it… as long as there was fight left in her.

I crawled off her and stood beside the bed, watching quietly as she rolled back and forth, wondering where I went and what was next. With the scissors from her bathroom drawer, I cut away the remains of the pink blouse. I couldn’t resist sucking her nipples, but I had to slap her to make her hold still as I did. God, they tasted good. Dave didn’t know what he’d been missing out on.

(Please excuse this writer for a few minutes while he takes a jack-off break….
Oh, yeah, much better now. Thanks for staying with me.)

Now it was time to lose the jeans. Once again, the kicking and pleading reached a level that hurt my ears. Since she had no way to see it coming, Kate was never prepared when I would hit her with another punch. This time, it was in the middle of her chest, right between her beautiful tits. Not only would her breath be taken away, but the pain would last longer.

Although she gasped for air and rolled slightly back and forth, there was no more kicking as I pulled her jeans and panties off. I stared at the sight before my eyes and couldn’t wait any longer. The bottle of baby oil from her dresser was all I needed to coat my dick and her unshaved pussy.

I climbed between her legs and ignored her as she screamed, “NOOO!! NOOO! PLEASE DON’T… AAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!” It was too late, now. I had shoved my cock through her cherry on the first thrust and hit bottom with the second. I smiled, knowing how hard this girl was going to get fucked; for as long as I could hold out.

Kate constantly cried and begged for me to stop as I began sliding my shaft in and back. After the first couple of minutes, I started withdrawing completely, waiting a few seconds, then jamming her full again… all the way to the hilt. As beautiful as her naked body looked and felt, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I raised her legs over my shoulders and clenched her waist. I pounded that virgin cunt harder than I had ever fucked any woman before. It was extremely hard to keep from talking dirty and groaning out my pleasure as I emptied my balls. I never dumped so much cum before; it felt like my entire guts were spilling into Kate… God it was good…

I guess she had resigned herself to accept her fate, which was entirely in my hands. She lay still as I washed her genitals with soap and water. A towel under her gorgeous ass caught most of the water, but there was still a wet spot on her bed.

I figured that since her first penetration would have produced the most blood and my biggest batch of cum, I’d move to her mother’s bed for the rest of the evening. But, first, there were a couple of other things I wanted to take care of. I found some three inch square Band Aids in the bathroom and slipped them, one at a time, under the black bag and covered her eyes.

I really wanted to watch the fear in those pretty brown eyes, but I couldn’t let her see my face. Next, I found scissors and a razor. She started to protest as I began working to eliminate her pubic hair, but a hard thump on her sore sternum brought complete cooperation.

Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoy fondling the luscious teenager’s body as I cleaned her up and shaved her cunt. I fingered her pussy and forced a couple of digits up her ass. I sucked on her tits and tweaked her hard nipples with my fingers. I decided that, if I could get hard a third time, she was going to get ass fucked, too.

On her mother’s bed, I sat on her stomach and untied her hands, placing one of them under me as I tied the other to the rail on the headboard. Once both were secure, I took my time fucking her tits again. Although she shed tears the whole time, she had quit her vocal protests.

I moved a little higher and rubbed the head of my cock across her lips. She tried to turn aside, but a hard slap reminded her who was in charge. I pulled at her chin and she knew what was expected. Her mouth was the size of Julia Roberts’ and I knew she would be able to accept a very large dick inside it.

Kate took my dick in her mouth and tried to suck it. The position was kind of awkward so I moved higher to provide better access… it worked. I face-fucked her mouth for several minutes, even shoving far enough to gag her a few times. Again, she didn’t resist; she accepted what was happening with soft whimpers and tears.

I removed bursa escort bayan my rod and laid on top of her. It would soon be time to fuck her tight pussy again but first…
I couldn’t get enough of Kate’s fantastic set of tits. I sucked, kissed, kneaded, squeezed, rubbed and pinched them for ten minutes.

Next, I kissed and licked my way down her body, dwelling on her lower abdomen and freshly shaved mound. If Dave knew how luscious this young woman was, he’d be in heaven every night with this naked body.

I found her love button and directed my attention to making it feel good. To Kate’s credit, she never issued a moan of pleasure nor responded to my tongue’s probing. When I inserted two fingers into her pussy and one up her ass, she quietly asked, “Why? Why are you doing this? Please leave me alone now.”

My answer was a slap to her left tit and I pushed her knees toward her chest. Her cunt muscles tried to clamp tight as the head of my cock started pushing at her opening. I simply dropped a little baby oil onto the hard shaft and thrust all the way inside. By emptying my nuts earlier, I knew this one would last a while.

The poor girl had to be hurting from losing her virginity, getting punched in the stomach and chest, twisted and pinched nipples, the sensitivity of her freshly shaved pussy, and being pressed to the bed with over 200 pounds of horny man. But she only vocalized the light whimpers and an occasional, “please stop.”

I rode her hard for ten minutes or more. Then I twisted her onto her side, which wasn’t easy with her hands tied to the head board. Once on her side, I made her pull her knees up and re-entered her from behind, lying on our sides. Good fit… very good fit. After another four or five minutes, I couldn’t hold back.

For a second, I was afraid she recognized my voice when I let out a groan of pleasure. I was cumming so hard that I had temporarily forgotten to stay quiet. As I emptied my second load into the sexy redhead, she began crying harder, “Why? Why me? What have I done to you? Why are you doing this to me?”

I set the alarm for 8pm and went to sleep beside her.

Waking up next to a naked woman is one of the best feelings in the world. When I aroused, I started running my hands all over her body, appreciating the fine specimen lying there. She had managed to return to her back so I helped myself to her sweet tits, again, while fingering her vagina.

I took a piss and untied Kate’s wrists from the bed. Her arms had been in the same position so long that it was painful to move them. I held them behind her back and led her to the bathroom. When I helped her sit on the toilet, she pissed like a horse, “I’m through, now, can I wipe?”

I washed her with a soft washcloth and marched her back to the bed, placing her on her stomach this time. I kissed, licked and lightly spanked her beautiful ass for a few minutes before I reached for the baby oil again.

When Kate realized I was getting her asshole slick for fucking, she began pleading, again, “OH, GOD, NO! NO, PLEASE, PLEASE, NOT THAT!” Once again I told her to ‘shhhhh’, just before I jammed two fingers through her sphincter. Once I got both knuckles inside her, I pushed and twisted for several minutes.

Her asshole remained slightly open when I pulled them out. But I quickly replaced them with my rejuvenated cock. Her groans of pain just turned me on more and made me harder. I figured that I would go soft before I could cum again, considering how much my balls had already been drained.

But my stiff dick didn’t fail me. I hammered Kate’s butt cheeks and the hole between them for almost twenty minutes. I detected a couple soft moans which sounded like she was enjoying the feeling of ass-fucking. That little bit of satisfaction sent me into launch mode. I jammed all of my meat inside her and held it there for a few seconds.

As I repeated the action, over and over, my finger tips dug into her hip bones as I pulled her and pulled her against me. My asshole and butt cheeks clenched as I shot seven or eight streams of 98.6 degree cum into her bowels. Again, I thought I heard some whisperings of pleasure as I emptied.

The clock was showing 10:30. It was time to go… I left Kate tied to the bed, face down and with a leaking asshole. Her mom would find her in a couple of hours.

***********

(It’s been two days since I started this story and It was getting hot enough to jack off again. Fortunately, I just had a visit from my sister-in-law… Best damn cock-sucker west of the Mississippi. She was looking for her sorry-ass husband, who SAID he would be here, helping me with the lawn. I haven’t seen him in weeks. So, now… with that pressure relieved, back to the story.)

“Alright son, you say you still love her. How much?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Dave. How much do you really love Kate? Do you love her enough to marry her and raise another man’s child? Do you want her to get rid of the baby? Do you just want to walk away from a precious escort bursa girl that you have been in love with for four years? I repeat, how much do you love Kate?”

“I love her more than life, Dad. I’d do anything to keep her in my life.”

“Then I have a suggestion. You and Kate need to sleep together. She needs to know if she can accept having sex… with someone who loves her. She needs to know it’s not a terrible thing and it’s not meant to be hurtful. If love can get her comfortable with having sex, there is hope for a wonderful future for you two.
“You and Kate need to talk things over and discuss it with her mom. If you want, she can stay here this weekend and whenever y’all feel comfortable with it, you can screw like a couple of rabbits.”

“Dad! You make it sound almost dirty. But I’ll talk to Kate and her mom.”

Friday evening after the kids arrived, acting shy and giggling. I excused myself and went to my favorite bar for a couple of beers. When I got back home, I could hear the sounds coming from Dave’s bedroom…

“Oh, my God.. Oh, my God.. Oh, my God.. I’m gonna cum, Dave, I’m gonna cummmmmmmmmmm!! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH.. AHHHHHHH.. OOOOOOOOOOOHH.. Oh God, Dave.. ahhhhhhhhhhh….”

I could hear my son groaning as his little swimmers filled Kate’s young, tight cunt. I knew right then they would be okay.

I’m not sure those kids slept at all that long Friday night. Each time I woke up to change positions in my bed, I could hear them. I don’t think they even were aware of how much noise they were making. Around 5am I finally got up, took a shower and jacked off, thinking about all the things I had done to Kate’s young, luscious body.

I was drinking coffee in the kitchen when Dave staggered in around 7am, “Andy called, he’s sick and I have to work in his place today. Thankfully, Saturdays are kind of slow… I didn’t get a lot of rest last night,” he looked around and grinned at me while he poured himself a cup.

“Yeah, me neither. There were lots of strange sounds coming from the room down the hall.”

“Uh… sorry about that, Dad. But I think your idea must have been a good one. Kate and I are more in love than ever, now. We want to get married before the baby’s born. We’ll talk about it later, Kate’s sleeping and I have to shower and get to work.”

Just before ten o’clock, Kate stepped to my office door, “Good morning. Thank you for inviting me to spend the weekend, Don; or should I call you ‘Dad’?”

“Whatever you want is fine, Kate. Did you get a good nap?”

She sat in the chair at the end of my desk with her sexy legs exposed from the bottom of her robe. Of course, my dick saw them as soon as my eyes did. In seconds, I was as hard as the first time I had raped her.

“I think Dave and I settled any questions about whether or not we’d be able to have sex comfortably. Last night was wonderful. He was moaning and saying things and he didn’t even realize he was saying.
“One of these days I’ll have his child.”

“Don, his child will be raised along side this one I’m carrying… your child.”

My cock wilted…
“What?”

“Dave’s not the only one in this family whose mouth runs when he’s fucking. I knew it was you during the second time you raped me. That was about the same time, it began feeling good to me. I’ve been wanting Dave to take my cherry for a couple of years, but he’s quite the gentleman and wouldn’t do it.”

She stood and dropped her robe to the floor. Her nakedness was even more beautiful than when I had spent hours violating every hole in her desirable body, “Kate…. I….”

She pranced to the opposite end of my desk and bent over it, “Don’t worry about it, Dad, all is forgiven if you’ll grant me a couple of requests.”

Rigidity was returning to Ol’ Fat Boy. As I stood and pulled my sweat shirt over my head I asked, “And just what would those requests be, my dear?”

“First, I guess Dave just didn’t quite figure it out when I kept sticking my ass up in the air in front of him… I want some more cum up my butthole… how ‘bout it, Dad?”

My shaft was buried in her guts within seconds. In less than a minute, she began having the first of multiple orgasms, maybe as many as ten or twelve. Her head pitched from side to side and she literally screamed for more and more. When I finally pumped my nuts dry, we collapsed onto the floor.

“Dave can never find out about this, Dad. It would absolutely destroy him.”

“Honey, there’s gonna be plenty of time for this in the future. Dave will be going to college and working. You’ll be here with the baby for a little while, but when it’s big enough, you need to get a degree, too, and I can take care of him… or her. But for now, let’s clean this up, eat breakfast and spend a couple of more hours in bed.
“You said there was two requests? What’s the other one?”

She dropped her head into my lap and sucked my dick into her soft mouth. After a few long, wet pulls, she looked up at me and said, “I want you to rape my mother, too… just as hard and mean as you did me… I think it’s just what the snooty bitch needs.”

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Chapter 8

As usual, Helena’s friends all noted the sudden lack of vitality on her face. She had been fine recently, but today, it was embarrassment that had left her despondent. The previous night, Xavier had snuck into her room and molested her until she climaxed. The man she hated more than anything else on the planet had invoked indescribable pleasure in her. Even worse was when he jammed his fingers in her mouth, forcing her to taste her feminine essence. It made her want to throw up in revulsion, not from the taste, but from the sinful knowledge of what is was. But she was also terrified, as the card Xavier had left her was blank. Was there no trial for her today? If there wasn’t, did that mean he was going to resume raping Sophie at night? She looked at her friend, terrified of what new horrors awaited her.

Sophie’s footsteps were the only sound in the hall. She was on her way to class, third period. She was in good spirits, and aside from her worrying about Helena and her stagnant mood, all was right with the world. No warning was given and no presence was sensed when the hand grabbed her face and the arm wrapped around her waist. It took her a moment to actually process what was going on, at which point she screamed as loud as she could through the stranger’s hand.

“Oh settle down, you act like this is the first time I ever had my way with you. Time for the next stage of the game.”

She didn’t recognize the voice speaking in her ear. It was deep and dry, yet somehow soft like a whisper. The voice was almost inhuman and it made her feel like her skeleton was made of ice. Who the hell was holding her? The answer came with a rush of searing pain, as if her neck was being sprayed with a blowtorch. From that branding, a storm of memories overtook her, with hours of horror being snatched from the darkness and played out for her in a single moment. All the times she had been raped, she was now remembering, and the face of her tormentor was now clear as day.

Xavier dropped to her the floor with the circle of sixes smoldering on the side of her neck where he had licked her. Sophie vomited on the beige tiles, purging herself of her half-eaten breakfast. It was all she could do as her soul was stabbed with the returning memories of her ongoing sexual assault. The ethereal collar now spinning around her neck had broken the seal on her mind, and with it, her body regained all of the scars from Xavier’s torture that he had mended.

He pulled on her leash, dragging her over to him. “I told you before that you are nothing but my cum dumpster, a toy for me to use and abuse as much as I want. You need to fulfill your role.”

He snapped his fingers, wrapping the two of them in a shroud of darkness and teleporting them to Sophie’s room. Once there, he threw her on the bed and began tearing away at her clothes. Sophie struggled against him, her face buried in her pillow as it had been time and time again when he assaulted her.

“No! Please! Please don’t rape me!”

He laughed and handcuffed her to the headboard, finishing by tearing away the last of her clothes and leaving her naked. He undressed and climbed on top of her, reaching under to squeeze her breasts until she screamed. “Strange, isn’t it? To finally do this in the daylight? Now I can see the look of terror in your eyes with perfect clarity. If I remember correctly, it was sodomy that made you cum the hardest.”

He moved his attention from her breasts and began striking her ass until handprints had been worn into her lily-white skin. Sophie cried and begged him to be merciful, but her tearful pleading just excited Xavier further. No matter how loud she screamed, her words and the sound of him smacking her would never be heard. Wanting to drive her even crazier, Xavier wetted his fingers in her mouth and used her saliva as lubricant, pushing them into her asshole. She cried out as his fingers penetrated her, slipping through her defenses no matter how hard she clenched. This was not the first time he had violated her anally; she knew that now, but the fact that he was able to do it to her made her sob in shame.

“My, my, you’re so tight. It seems I’ll have to start training you to be a good ass slave. Let’s see how many fingers I can get in.”

One at a time, he slipped in the digits while thrusting with his arm, trying to force them in as deep as he could. Sophie shrieked, continuing to beg him to stop. Her pleading simply convinced him to keep going and to fit in more fingers. He was unable to go in past his knuckles, but he was able to wedge in all five fingers and slide them inside her easily. She put all of her strength into her rectal muscles, clenching to try and keep him out, but no amount of force could stop him. He waited for her to tire herself out, her asshole finally becoming loose and awaiting what was to come. Just as he had done to Helena the night before, he jammed his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste the sinful flavor of her ass.

“Don’t worry, I know that you were on your way to class. I’ll make this quick. You can just shrug off being late.”

Spreading her ass cheeks, he spat onto her anus and slowly forced his cock in. Sophie was sobbing uncontrollably, writhing in desperation to lessen the pain of being sodomized.

Xavier buried himself in to the base, taking a moment to admire the sight of his victim’s asshole forming a perfect seal around his manhood. “I don’t know why you insist on crying, this isn’t the first time I’ve used your back door.”

He leaned over, holding himself up with his arms as if doing pushups. Bobbing his lower body, he began slamming himself into her without mercy, punishing her asshole with his cock, each thrust being delivered with his full weight. Sophie continued to cry and scream in pain, feeling like she was going to get ripped open any second. She was remembering the other times he had sodomized her like this, the sealed memories overlapping and perfectly replicating the awful sensations Xavier was inflicting on her. Every time he drove into her, she could feel a pulse ripple through her pelvic region, with undeniable pleasure beginning to bubble within her. This anal rape was agony, but it was invoking a physiological reaction in her, one that refused to obey her will and disappear.

Xavier could sense it and pulled her hair. “Go ahead and cum. You love getting raped in your asshole, don’t you?”

“No! No! Please stop!”

“Not until you cum. You can’t leave until you have an orgasm! Come on, say it!”

Whether it was the effect of his powers or just some twisted reaction to her situation, the floodgates opened for Sophie after just a couple minutes. She screamed into her pillow, soaking it with her tears of humiliation. “Oh God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming from my ass!”

Xavier grinned as she felt her tighten down on his cock, refusing to let him go. Her whole body was trembling as an almost masochistic euphoria was flushed through her system. No longer needing to hold back, Xavier emptied himself into her, filling her asshole with semen. He pulled out of her and replaced his cock with a butt plug, the toy seemingly appearing in his hand out of thin air.

“There, now it won’t leak out of you. Don’t even try to pull that out, only your master can remove it. Do you understand? Answer, slave!”

Her face puffy and red from crying, Sophie nodded. “I understand.”

Xavier snapped his fingers and they were teleported back to the hallway, their clothes returning to their bodies. Sophie had a dead look her in her eyes, with her anus sore from the rape and the sex toy still inside her.

“From this point forward, consider yourself my property. I can do whatever I want to you and you’ll never get to say no. I suggest you do everything you can to avoid raising suspicions, because if anyone should learn about me, I will kill them, I’ll make you watch, and then I will violate you on top of their butchered carcass. Your teachers, your friends, your family… I’ll slaughter them in front of you and then cook them up for our dinner. Do you understand?” Sophie nodded, unable to look him in the eye or even speak. “Good, then get to class, because if you aren’t there in five minutes, I’ll have to torture you.”

She slowly got to her feet and began to limp away. Xavier stormed over and grabbed her breast from behind, squeezing it with cruel strength and making her cry out. “You forgot to bow, a slave is supposed to bow when leaving their master.”

Sophie stepped into class, Social Studies with Sister Olivia. She didn’t have this class with Helena or Xavier, a small blessing in this new Hell she found herself in. There was no question that Helena would be able to see that something wasn’t right, and if she started asking questions, it would put her in danger. Normally, being late would terrify Sophie, as Sister Olivia would beat any truants in front of the class. However, neither woman was in their usual state of mind.

While Sophie was trying to recover from the rape just minutes ago, Sister Olivia was traumatized by her continuing “nightmare”. It felt so real, she almost thought that she was still dreaming, as the lack of the injuries inflicted on her made her almost question reality.

The previous night:

Sister Olivia hung in the university church, her wrists bound above her head and with a gag in her mouth. She was sobbing as Xavier threw the needle, striking one of the minor pressure points in the side of her thigh. He walked in circles around her, creating needles out of thin air and throwing them with pinpoint accuracy. They were striking nerves and pressure points and sending currents of electricity through her body. It was a form of acupuncture, but with the maximum amount of pain being inflicted. He had paid extra attention to her erogenous zones, with her labia and breasts looking like the back of a porcupine and a single long needle going through her nipples.

“Amazing, isn’t it? Acupuncture has always fascinated me, especially its ability to alleviate suffering. Do you know how it works? The needles used are so narrow, that when they are inserted, you feel almost no pain, or even the needles at all. However, the damage they inflict to the body is just enough for the release of endorphins, especially when they are used on the right places.

Now watch this. Nothing up my sleeves…” He balled his hand into a fist and blew into one side, and from the other, a bundle of needles slid out. “Magic!”

Moving behind her, he smiled and threw the tiny pikes, using his powers to guide them and strike all of the nerve clusters in her spine. He snapped his fingers and a crippling bolt of electricity cracked through the needles, shocking her with the power of a cattle prod and making her scream until her voice was hoarse.

“Good, now lets see how well I can insert them under the skin…”

When lunch arrived, Sophie did her best to put on a brave face and hide her pain from her friends. She couldn’t let them find out about what Xavier had done to her or else he would kill them. It was difficult for her to sit down at the table with her friends, or anywhere for that matter, considering she still had the butt plug inside her. She set her tray down and tried to sit, making an unintended wince.

The flick caught Helena’s gaze. “Sophie, are you ok?”

She looked at her friend, wishing to scream what was happening and beg her for help, but she had to put on a smile and ignore her pain. “Yeah… I just… I just pulled something in gym class.”

The way she spoke and the way she smiled, both with despondent eyes, set of alarms in Helena’s mind.

Once lunch came to an end, all the students stacked up their trays on tables by the exits and swarmed out for their next classes. In the horde was Thane, his mind on other things. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. The priests had blessed Helena but nothing had happened because of it. The only thing they had succeeded in doing was finding out that whatever was haunting her was beyond their power to fight.

He came to a stop, frozen with a feeling of dread almost beyond his body’s ability to endure. Everyone around him was shoving to get out, but someone had just passed by him, and that presence was enough to leave his heart struggling to beat. It was just like before, when Helena had left the Disciplinary Committee’s office and he saw that shadow, and even earlier, back when he had that vision in the kitchen. His body was screaming at him to run, telling him that he was a hair’s breadth from doom, but he knew he could not let this opportunity escape. He had to find out the source of this evil.

Earning him the curses of his fellow students, he pushed everyone out of the way and charged into the crowd, following this feeling of dread. The students were pouring out into the grassy campus like a waterfall and spreading, but Thane could sense the presence of the dark figure. He was dead ahead, a man this time. Maneuvering through the spreading crowd, he ran across the quad, each person he passed narrowing the selection of perpetrators. His eyes locked on to a target, his soul telling him he had found the source of this evil. It was a student, tall like him and dressed in the black coat of a priest. He was far ahead of the other students and had just ducked into the science building. Thane sprinted after him, reaching the door the student had passed through and wrenching it open. Down at the end of a hall, he saw the student turn around the corner, just barely catching sight of the hems of his coat swishing behind him. How had he gotten down there so fast?

Thane pushed the thought out of his mind and continued running, his footsteps echoing through the hall. The shutting of a door drew him to a stairwell, telling him that the student was going to one of the upper levels. By the time he set his foot on the lowest stair, the student was stepping off the highest. The young exorcist sprinted up the stairs, feeling like his lungs tuzla escort were filled with smoke from the exertion. Reaching the top level, he looked down the hall, again spotting the figure turning a corner at the end of the corridor. For several minutes, the chase continued on like this. Every time Thane entered a staircase or hallway, the student left it, and after his target stepped out of the science building and into the nearby middle school, Thane could tell that the student knew he was being tailed. Regardless, he continued running, chasing this evil being all across the campus.

At last, he stormed back in the cafeteria, where the student was waiting for him. The kitchen staff was gone, leaving the two of them alone. Xavier stared at him, an inhuman darkness in his eyes and an insidious grin on his face. Thane knew it was him, not because of everything that had happened until this moment, but just from looking at him. If he were to meet this man at any other time or place and see him like this, he would get the same feeling of terror.

“Well, that was certainly fun. I’m surprised you were able to keep up with me for so long. It’s good that you and I finally meet face to face.”

Xavier’s voice hit Thane like a punch to the face, using his paranormal sensitivity against him. During exorcisms and investigations, he had heard the voices of demons, but this was a whole new level of evil. Regardless, Thane charged towards him, reaching into his pocket and drawing his rosary. He wrapped it around his hand like brass knuckles and then lunged forward to punch Xavier. Calmly, Xavier grabbed his wrist and stopped him like a seatbelt. Thane screamed as the rosary melted on his hand, the plastic and metal turning into molten ooze and fusing to his fingers.

“Trying to punch me with your rosary, I’ll applaud you for your ingenuity and spirit. However, mere trinkets and physical attacks will never bring me down.”

He forced Thane back, the young exorcist gripping his burned hand, now stiff from the melted rosary hardening on his skin.

“What the Hell are you?”

“I am the nightmare that has invoked fear in men like you for eons. The darkness is coming, soon to eclipse this world and allow all mankind to achieve death.”

“Are… are you the Antichrist?”

“The very same, and let me tell you, hope has left you behind. There is nothing you can do to stop me. What can you, a mortal man, do against the son of the Devil?”

“I can bring about a power far greater than my own!” Thane pulled a small bible out of his pocket and crossed himself. “Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in our battle against principalities and powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places!”

Xavier began to laugh. “You think your words can hurt me, boy?”

“Come to the assistance of men whom God has created to His
likeness and whom He has redeemed at a great price from the tyranny
of the Devil! The Holy Church venerates you as her guardian and
protector; to you, the Lord has entrusted the souls of the redeemed to be led into Heaven! Pray therefore the God of Peace to crush Satan beneath our
feet, that he may no longer retain men captive and do injury to the Church! Offer our prayers to the Most High, that without delay they may draw His mercy down upon us; take hold of the dragon, the old serpent, which is the Devil and Satan, bind him and cast him into the bottomless pit that he may no longer seduce the nations!”

A visible twitch crossed Xavier’s face, his grin disappearing.

“In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the Devil! God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him! As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God!”

Xavier vomited on the floor with his body jerking violently. “Stop it! I order you to stop!”

“Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies! The Lion of the tribe of Juda, the offspring of David, hath conquered! May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us! As great as our hope in Thee! We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies, and sects!”

Black flames began to curl around Xavier and his skin was peeling. He again threw up, this time producing a vile puddle of blood and black venom.

“In the Name and by the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ, may you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb! Most cunning serpent, you shall no more dare to deceive the human race, persecute the Church, torment God’s elect and sift them as wheat! The Most High God commands you, He with whom, in your great insolence, you still claim to be equal! God who wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth!”

Black wings stretched from Xavier’s back and claws grew from his fingertips. His cheeks and lips disappeared, revealing rows of needle teeth while his eyes became like coals. He lunged for Thane, screaming like a table saw.

“Christ, God’s Word made flesh, commands you; He who to save our race outdone through your envy, humbled Himself, becoming obedient even unto death; He who has built His Church on the firm rock and declared that the gates of Hell shall not prevail against Her, because He will dwell with Her all days even to the end of the world! The sacred Sign of the Cross commands you, as does also the power of the mysteries of the Christian Faith! The glorious Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, commands you; she who by her humility and from the first moment of her Immaculate Conception crushed your proud head! The faith of the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, and of the other Apostles commands you! The blood of the Martyrs and the pious intercession of all the Saints command you!”

His claws inches from Thane’s face, Xavier was brought to a stop as if caught in a spider’s web. The black fire surging from his flesh was now an inferno, eating away at him.

“Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you by the living God, by the true God, by the holy God, by the God who so loved the world that He gave up His only Son, that every soul believing in Him might not perish but have life everlasting; stop deceiving human creatures and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation; stop harming the Church and hindering her liberty!

Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man’s salvation!” He slammed the bible shut and held it above his head. “AAAAAMMMMEEEEENNNN!”

Xavier was thrown back, consumed in a twisting maw of flames, howling in agony. Thane could no longer see him, but in seconds, the flames disappeared, and a charred body fell to the ground, unmoving. The young exorcist fell to his knees, gasping for air from the monumental effort he had put in. He had come close to passing out at the end, but it did not matter. He had defeated the Antichrist. He stood up, relieved that the battle was over. The school was finally safe. It was time to spread the news.

He turned around but came to a dead stop, his heart dropping into his stomach as a dark laugh echoed through the cafeteria. He looked back and his vision was blocked off, Xavier grabbing him by the face and then holding him off the ground. From that connection, a wave of indescribable agony swept through him, with every single nerve ending being stabbed with hot irons. He could feel his bones breaking, his flesh being peeled away, his muscles shredded, and his organs being torn from his body. At the same time, he felt evil contaminate his mind, with visions of suffering and horror spreading through his soul like ink through water. Every memory he had was being overwritten, scenes of torture and agony being stamped onto the mental photographs.

Xavier let him go, dropping him to the floor with a circle of sixes burned into his forehead, smoking but soon vanishing. He stood unscathed, laughing. “You humans entertain me to no end with your arrogance. You think that by shouting some words, you can wield the power of God? That you can rain His judgment down upon me? That you, mortal men, have the ability to defeat a demigod like me? Nothing you ever do will be able to stop me. I’m the son of the Devil and a living human; do you know what means? My demon half protects me from all things physical, while my human half protects me from the ethereal. Whether it is a nuclear missile or the light of Heaven, I am indestructible.

I will give you credit, though. It is the willpower of the exorcist that allows the exorcism to take place. Their faith is turned into a spiritual weapon against the dark spirit, a symbol for their will to be shaped into and used against the demon, but God or his angels have nothing to do with it. You should be proud of yourself; I haven’t seen a prodigy like you in centuries. You could have forced out five demons at once under normal circumstances. Too bad for you, I’m no ordinary demon.”

Thane didn’t respond. The torture Xavier had put him through had robbed him of the use of his body.

“Tell you what, you’re too interesting for me to simply dispose of. Let’s make things fun. I’ll give you the chance to find a way to defeat me. Who knows, maybe I’m wrong and there is something in this world that can bring me down once and for all. I’ll give you one shot to find that chink in my armor, but here’s the catch: you have to do it without telling anyone who I am until you actually make your move. You can’t mention me as the Antichrist or even by name and then collaborate with others on how to defeat me. Until we meet again for our final confrontation, you will be on your own.

Good luck.”

Continuing to laugh to himself, Xavier walked away, leaving Thane to kneel there with his mind racing.

“Did you do anything to Sophie?”

Xavier looked up from his small day planner at Helena, standing before him with her arms crossed in the empty hallway. “Excuse me?”

“Did you do anything to Sophie? She doesn’t look right, like she’s sick, which is the same thing everyone has been telling me since I met you. Did you rape her again? Did you restore her memories? You didn’t leave a task for me today.”

“No, I didn’t do anything to her. As for your tasks, I’ve actually ran out ideas, which is kind of embarrassing for me. Relax, I just found some new toys to play with.”

“You’re despicable,” she hissed.

“And yet you speak to me with much more ease than before. Your posture, your crossed arms, that annoyed scowl, and especially your tone tell me that you’ve become used to having me around. You accused me of raping your friend, but you spoke to me like I was just some troublemaker, or a friend you were worried about who is always late for class. Before long, you’ll be confiding in me, asking me for favors, and feel relieved and even happy when you see me.”

Helena’s body tensed up from his teasing. “In your dreams! You’re delusional!” She stormed off, but stopped after a few steps. She spoke with her back to him. “So you really didn’t touch her?”

Xavier sighed and continued writing in his planner. “No, I didn’t do anything. Relax, you can trust me. But hold on, I have a proposal for you.”

She turned back to him. “Let me guess, another race in the pool or something like that?”

“No, nothing to win or lose. Fight me.”

“What?”

“I knew that you had a record of beating up punks and sinners, but I was amazed by how well you handled Daphne when she went berserk. I want to see what you can do. So how about we spar a little, just for fun? Think of it as a chance to punch me in the face like you’ve always wanted.”

For once, Helena actually smiled at Xavier’s words. “Where and when?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet. You still have that card, right? That will tell you.”

She shot him a smirk. “I’ll make you regret this.”

She walked away, and once she left, Xavier closed his book and tucked it away in his pocket. He strode down the hall and made a turn, smiling at the sight before him. Sophie was leaning in the nearby corner, panting and flushed in anguish. She hadn’t heard the conversation between him and Helena.

Seeing her rapist made her whimper with fearful tears rolling down her face, but she worked up the courage to speak. “Please, take it out, I’m begging you. I really have to use the bathroom.”

Xavier chuckled and walked by her. “Follow me.”

She stumbled after him, down another two corridors and into a janitor’s closet. Inside, he locked the door and turned on the light.

“You said you were begging, but that didn’t really seem like begging. Beg like a proper slave to her master.”

Sophie wiped away her tears and clutched herself, trying to ease the pain in her gut. “Why are you doing this?”

Xavier grabbed her face and laughed while licking the tears off her cheeks. “Because you’re my property and I can do whatever I want to you. Now, should I just take this opportunity to brutalize your slutty pussy and leave you to suffer an exploding gut, or are you going to act like a good slave and mind your manners?”

He let go of her and she slowly got down onto her knees. “Master, I’m begging you, please take it out of me.”

“I’ll do it if you suck my cock.” Sophie looked up at him with fresh tears but did not refuse. Xavier unfastened his pants and revealed his dick, the tool he had used to ruin her life. “Come on, put it in your mouth and suck on it like a big lollipop. Or should I just leave you here to die on the floor from an intestinal blockage?”

Crying, tuzla escort bayan Sophie leaned forward and let his manhood slide into her mouth. Normally, it would have taken a lot of mental preparation to do something like this, but she could now remember all the times Xavier had skull-fucked her when she was tied to the bed. This was nothing new. Her head slowly bobbed back and forth as she used her tongue to massage the muscular rod dirtying her mouth.

“That’s a good slave. You’re learning your place. But you’re going much too slow.”

Xavier grabbed her head and began violently thrusting into her mouth, skull-fucking her yet again with the head of his cock knocking against the back of her throat. Dry heaving from her irritated gag reflex, she tried to pull away, but Xavier held her still as he used her head as a fleshlight. After a few minutes, he came, emptying all of his reserves into her throat and forcing her to swallow it all. He let go of her and she immediately threw up, her body at last able to obey its gag reflex.

“That will have to do, very well.” Xavier snapped his fingers and the butt plug in Sophie vanished, making her shudder in relief. She was about to rush out and find the nearest bathroom, but he stopped her. “Hold on, look at the mess you made. You spilled all of the seed your master poured into you. You’re not leaving here until you clean it up. Go ahead, lap it up like the bitch dog you are.”

Sophie cried for a few seconds, but knowing that begging wouldn’t accomplish anything, she reluctantly lowered her head to the floor.

It was Friday morning, and Xavier was standing with Lily outside of the math building. She looked anxious and was fiddling with her skirt.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, it just feels weird. And… kind of wrong.”

“Well I thought that today would be a good chance for you to get accustomed to it. I can’t wait to see you in it tomorrow, I’ve been looking forward to our date all week.”

Seeing his grin, Lily’s unease waned and she gave him a small smile. “Yeah… me too.”

Checking to make sure no one would see them, Xavier leaned down and gave her a long and tender kiss, practically making the small girl melt in his arms.

“Oh, and tomorrow, I’ll have another present for you. I’ll give you a hint, it comes in a small box, it’s shiny, and it’s the kind of thing a girl like you should be able to wear and show off.”

Her face lit up as fantasies of jewelry flashed through her soul. “I can’t wait! Ok, so I’ll meet you tomorrow morning at 10:00.”

Lily then gave him a kiss and walked away. She entered the building and Xavier watched her through the small windows in the front doors. The hallway was crowded, perfect for his sadistic hunger. He snapped his fingers and an invisible bind momentarily laced around her foot. She yelped, thinking she had tripped over her own feet. She fell awkwardly, with her butt in the air, and as “luck” would have it, her skirt flipped up and revealed her ass, covered only with a black G-string. Seeing the racy underwear, everyone in the hall spontaneously erupted into taunting laughter, with Lily immediately bursting into tears and trying to cover herself up.

Walking away, an idea popped into Xavier’s head. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then opened them. On the other side of campus, Helena’s collar activated. As calm as if she had just received a text from a friend, she reached into her bag and pulled out the card, finding a new message on it.

MEET ME AT THE THIRD TRAINING ROOM AT MIDNIGHT

WEAR SOMETHING YOU CAN FIGHT IN

It took a little bit longer than usual for Sophie to fall asleep, but once Helena heard her snore, she quietly got out of bed and got dressed in her track suit. Sneaking out at night was becoming unnervingly easy for her. She left her dorm room and made her way to the gymnasium, climbing up to the second floor to the multipurpose rooms. The first two were being used to hold exercising equipment, while the next three were used for groups like the fencing club, the wrestling team, etc. Helena entered the third room and found Xavier there. He had changed out of his usual outfit and was wearing a pair of loose pants like her running uniform and a wife-beater, but no shoes. He was looking out the window, using the light of the night sky and Rome to dimly illuminate the room. Helena stopped, having forgotten how muscular he was.

Shaking aside those traitorous thoughts, she approached him and he smiled. “I bet you’ve been waiting for this since the day we met. I’m afraid I may have to break my promise about not hurting you, but don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

Helena laughed off the tease and pulled off her shoes, not wanting to ruin the padded floor. “I’ll have you running back to daddy before I even break a sweat.”

Taking a sharp breath, she hurled herself across the room and sent her fist rocketing towards Xavier’s face. Never losing his grin, he deflected her attack, grabbed her shoulder, and sent her tumbling to the floor. Not giving up, she lashed up and wrapped her legs around his neck. Xavier wrenched his head free and then tossed her back across the floor. She stood up, facing Xavier with resolute eyes.

“Good, very good. Not only are you a natural at this, you’ve clearly been well trained. Show me more.”

Answering his challenge, she charged forward as fast as she could and jumped into a forward flip, bringing her foot careening towards his head like a sledgehammer. He blocked her kick and knocked her to the side, giving her the opportunity to spin around while still on her head and try for a kick to the side. Xavier dodged the attack and she used the rotational momentum to bring down her legs to try for a sweep at his feet. Again Xavier dodged, as well as the coming punch when Helena got back to her feet. From there, she began hurling punches and kicks as fast as her body would allow, but he always blocked or deflected her attacks and countered with a few blows of his own.

Helena staggered back, feeling the bruises from his strikes already forming. He was good, really good, possibly better than the martial arts teacher at the school. Her breathing heavy, she pulled off the light sweatshirt of her running uniform, revealing the black tank top underneath. She sighed in relief, feeling her sweat evaporating on contact with the cool night air. Xavier shot her a glance, telling her that he liked what he saw. Normally this would disgust her or make her feel embarrassed, but she was too high on adrenaline and endorphins to not give a smile of confidence. She could tell just from his movements and the strength of his hits that he wasn’t using any of his powers, meaning that he was fighting her only as a human, and if he was just a human, then there was always a chance for her to win.

Her eyes practically glowing with determination, she again pounced on Xavier. She unleashed another barrage of attacks, moving herself with all the strength and skill she had. Like before, she was unable to land any hits on him, but her eyes and reflexes had sharpened, allowing her to at least defend against his strikes. Their movements became perfectly fluid, every action being blocked as if choreographed for a play while their speed continued to increase. She could see it on his face, the effort he was putting into this fight. Even if he was a better fighter than her, he was putting everything he had into this, truly facing her on an even playing field.

Seeing an opening, she lunged out to punch him and he caught her fist, but when he tried to mirror it, she did the same to him. They stood as reflections, each pushing against each other. They were both giving savage grins, having the best fight of their lives.

“That’s it!” exclaimed Xavier. “That’s what I wanted to see! The fiery righteousness in your eyes! Fight harder! Show me your beautiful soul! Your powerful heart!”

Helena pulled away from him and tried to deliver a roundhouse kick, but he caught her foot and shoved her back. Regaining her balance, she charged towards him. Xavier held out his hands, and in his grip, two sabers materialized. He tossed one to Helena, who caught it as she pounced, spun around, and lashed out with the blade as if she had expected it from the very beginning. Sparks flew off the colliding edges as they stared each other down.

“You knew I was in the fencing club?”

“No, I just thought I should teach you while I was here. I want my queen to be an expert at sword fighting.”

“As if!”

Disengaging, Helena crouched down and tried to deliver a slash to Xavier’s leg, but he jumped back over the blade and then charged. They collided with several showers of sparks flying off in a fraction of a second before he passed by her. Helena fell to her knees, having received half a dozen shallow cuts across her body. Xavier was so fast; she had barely seen his strikes and didn’t even feel the cuts until he had already disengaged. But she was also proud, hearing the dripping blood from the long cut she had left on his chest. She got back to her feet and turned to him. They both faced each other, panting like dogs with bloody blades and bodies, but both smiling.

Gathering together their strength, they charged.

Helena collapsed, more exhausted than ever in her life and covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. The floor had been painted with blood splatters and littered with broken weapons, created by Xavier and used until snapping. He sat behind her, his back against hers. She knew she was supposed to hate him and knew she should have immediately moved away, but this time, that contact didn’t bother her. The fight had not just drained her of strength, it helped her relieve a lot of the stress she had been carrying and at last vent her hatred of Xavier, leaving her blissfully hollow. For now, she had lost all of her anger towards him, and felt no discomfort from his touch. He was definitely in better condition than she was, but as the fight had gone on, she had delivered plenty of strikes. They sat there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath while their cuts slowly clotted.

“What time is it?” Helena asked.

Xavier glanced at the clock. “A little bit after 2:00.”

“Well it’s a good thing tomorrow is Saturday. I get to sleep in. I really need it.”

“Well if you ever want to fight again, just tell me and we can— Helena?” Xavier chuckled, realizing she had fallen asleep against him. He snapped his fingers, using his powers to return the room to pristine condition. He then scooped her up and carried her outside. “Come on, let’s get you to the showers and clean you off.”

The hissing of the shower was the only sound in the dark locker room. Kneeling on the floor, Xavier cradled Helena in the hot downpour. The two of them were naked, the blood from their fight being washed away. With a tender smile on his face, an expression worn genuinely only a handful of times in his life, Xavier used his hand as a washcloth to gently scrub away the blood and heal her wounds. He couldn’t remember the last time he had experienced something so blissful. He had spent his life drawing amusement from the suffering of others, but seeing the blissful look on Helena’s face, so innocent and pristine, and holding her form against his, not even in a sexual manner, but simply out of care for her, it made him happy in a way he never knew possible.

Helena was mostly asleep from exhaustion, but a part of her remained awake and aware. She experienced only the physical sensations, while her emotions and thoughts remained silent. She could feel what was going on around her and what was happening to her body, but her placid mind did not know who was with her and did not have the sense to implement any feelings like surprise or discomfort.

She had one spark in her mind that held sentience beyond simple physical sensation, but it thought only of the desire for this moment to never end. The feel of the hot water on her naked body, of being held in someone’s arms, of strong but gentle hands caressing her bare flesh; it was blissful beyond words. Occasionally, she would open her eyes just a sliver, see Xavier’s face, and fall back to sleep, so comfortable in his embrace that everything negative between them, for those beautiful moments, seemed to melt away.

Finally, having healed and cleaned them both, Xavier gave a flick of his wrist and the shower turned off. But he remained there, holding Helena, her naked body against his, the cooling water dripping from their skin. He brushed back a lock of her hair and smiled. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

Slowly, he brought his face close to hers, their lips approaching. But just before that bond could be made, he stopped. No, he didn’t want it to be like this. Instead, he moved up and kissed her on the forehead. Getting to his feet, he carried her over to one of the benches, where there were some stacked towels. It was time to dry her off and put her to bed.

Saturday had arrived, meaning that today would be the couple’s date. Lily was stirring uncomfortably in her chair at the outdoor café. When it had been discovered that she was wearing a thong, the nuns had brought down the wrath of God on her. She had been paddled hundreds of times and her rear end was blackened with bruises, she had been forced to kneel on frozen peas until her knees bled, and she would have to write scripture for thirty hours. She wasn’t even supposed to leave the school today; she had detention, but after everything that had happened, she needed this date with Xavier desperately.

“Hello, Lily.”

She heard his voice and felt his hand on her shoulder and began nuzzling it like a cat. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Of course I’m here.”

He sat down on the other side of the table and blood drained from Lily’s face as she saw the bruises on his. It looked like someone had been using him as a punching bag.

“Xavier, what happened?”

He gave a sad smile escort tuzla and pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket. He opened it up to reveal a pair of earrings with small diamonds. “Unfortunately, this gift is a farewell present instead of a celebratory present. I’m sorry… but I can’t stay at Rosewood University anymore.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on!?”

“It was really stupid of me, but I had to borrow some money from a loan shark for all the dates and presents. I wanted to show you how important you are to me. He found me this morning and beat me up because I couldn’t pay him back. I was supposed to have time to make the money, but he came early, and he wanted way more than I could possibly pay back. He said that he would kill me the next time he saw me. The only choice I have is to leave town so that he doesn’t find me. Maybe I can get a job in some other town until I can pay him back, but he’ll most likely kill me for running, even if I return.”

“You… you did all that for me?”

“Of course, because you’re the most important thing in the world to me and I wanted to make you smile. Unfortunately, it seems that’s not enough in this world.”

Lily nearly knocked the table over as she tackled him, sobbing into his shirt. Everyone around them watched in confusion.

“No! You can’t leave me! I’ll do anything!”

“I’m sorry, but there is nothing you can do. The money is way too much to pay back in so short of time, and the one alternative is…”

“What? What is the alternative?”

Xavier waited a moment for speaking. “Come on, let’s not talk here.”

He stood up and led Lily by the hand to the alley by the café. Now with privacy, he took a deep breath and looked into her fearful eyes. “He knows that I have a girlfriend and he says he’d forget about my debt if I were to let him have sex with you.” Lily’s face paled and she felt her stomach twist itself into a knot. “But this is something I cannot allow. I could never let any man touch you, no matter what. I’d rather die than let that happen. My only two options are to let him kill me or leave forever. I just wanted to spend this last day without before I said goodbye.”

Lily tackled him, holding him with all the strength she had. “I’ll do it, if that’s what it takes to keep you in my life, I’ll do it.”

“No, Lily, I can’t let you do that! I love you! I’d never let¬—”

“Please, let me do this for you. You were willing to sacrifice yourself for me, so let me sacrifice myself for you.”

Xavier held her tightly and began to tremble. Lily realized he was crying, feeling his tears dotting the top of his head.

“O-ok, I’ll tell him I’ll accept the deal. But please, don’t ever forget that I love you.”

They stayed like that for several minutes, Lily relishing the feeling of being in Xavier’s embrace and listening to his tearful sniffs and hiccups. But in reality, they were the escaping gasps of his laughter. He was wearing an insidious grin with his crocodile tears pouring endlessly. ‘I can’t believe a girl can be this pathetic! It’s so easy! It’s just so fucking easy!’

Lily tried to put on a brave face as she looked in the mirror of the hotel room. She slowly put in the earrings from Xavier, hoping that they would give her strength. Her naked body was trembling from head to toe. She stepped into the bedroom, where Xavier was sitting in a chair in the corner by the window.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“If it means you can stay, I’ll do it. But… can you really handle being here when it happens?”

“It’s the least I can do. Besides, I want to support you.”

A knock came at the door and Xavier slowly answered it while Lily worked to gather up all her willpower. A large man stepped inside with an unshaven face. He almost looked drunk.

“She does this and you forget about my debt, right?”

The man chuckled and spoke with a French accent. “As long as she’s a good fuck and doesn’t just lie there, yeah.” He then looked at her, tiny but supple, shivering as if brushed with a cold breeze. “Oh, you’ll be perfect.”

He walked over and grabbed her face, immediately jamming his tongue into her mouth. She tried to pull away, but he held her still, making her suffer the violation and his putrid breath. This man wasn’t a loan shark, just a common piece of trash that Xavier had recruited. All he had to do was play the role and he’d get a pretty young teen to abuse. Pretending to look like he was about to throw up from stress, Xavier took his seat and watched while the man licked every corner of Lily’s mouth.

He then forced her to her knees and unzipped his fly, letting his cock hang out. “All right, get to work, girlie.”

Lily looked back at Xavier, unsure of if she wanted confirmation, support, or approval. Xavier just looked at her, feinting emotional turmoil. Wiping away a tear, she turned back and grasped the man’s cock. It smelled terrible, when was the last time he showered? She stroked it a few times, swallowed her disgust, and then started blowing him. The man chuckled with his hand on her head as she put what Xavier had taught her to good use. After all the times she had sucked him, her small mouth was the perfect pleasure outlet. More than once, the man pulled his dick out and smeared it across her face, then put it in and held it against the back of her throat until her mouth was pouring saliva. She was used to it, even when he grabbed her head and skull-fucked her. Xavier had trained her perfectly.

The man stepped back, pulled off his clothes, and then grabbed Lily. He tossed her onto the bed and pulled her over so that she was on her back with her head hanging off the mattress. Before she could brace herself, she resumed thrusting into her mouth, this time with his balls slapping her in the face. She was crying in humiliation, wondering why the world had to be so cruel and why she had to suffer. Along with her tears, her face was grimy with a frothy mixture of semen, saliva, and even some vomit. Every time he pulled his dick out, a large glob would roll down her face and force her to keep her eyes shut.

After what felt like an eternity, he backed off, grabbed her, and turned her around. Wrenching apart her skinny legs, he pulled her over and began rubbing his slimy cock against her young flower. Lily again looked to Xavier, seeing the horror and dread in his eyes.

‘Please, don’t look at me.’

She cried out as the man entered her, not from physical pain, but from the revulsion she felt from her body being violated by someone other than Xavier. It was just like when Daphne raped her, but even worse. For a man his size, his thrusts were unusually quick, the speed almost reinforcing his cruelty and his indifference to her suffering. Her tiny breasts jiggled with each slam, and she whimpered when he slapped them for his own entertainment.

“Say you love it!” Lily didn’t reply, she could only sob. He smacked her across the face. “Say you love my cock!”

“I love it! I love your cock!”

After another few minutes, he changed position, forcing her onto her hands and knees. He got up on the bed with her and mounted her from behind, this time pulling her hair when he fucked her. Lily’s only comfort was looking to Xavier while the man brutalized her. The sound of his lap slapping against her rear end with each thrust sickened her, a continuous reminder of how she was being defiled. She felt like a disgusting whore, a piece of soulless meat being used and abused. After several minutes, she had to work not to scream when he suddenly stopped, telling her that he had just came, poisoning her womanhood with his revolting seed.

“Come on, girl. Put that mouth of yours back to work.”

Still holding her by her hair, he pulled her over and jammed his flaccid cock into her mouth. The taste of his semen made her want to throw up, but she did her job and sucked him off until he was again hard.

“Time for you to do some work. Get on and start riding.”

He lied on his back and pulled her onto his lap. Not wanting to look at the man’s face, she turned her back on him and looked at Xavier. The man pointed his cock straight upwards and she lowered herself onto it, whimpering as it penetrated her. Grabbing her by the hips, he began bucking his hips, making her bounce on his lap. She continued to whine as his cock slammed the entrance to her womb over and over, a combination of her dropping weight and his upward thrusts. Her tiny breasts refused to stop jiggling and her body was glistening with sweat. Then she could feel it.

‘Oh no. No! Anything but that!’

It was relentlessly building, her body refusing to obey her will. She looked at Xavier, hoping that seeing him would give her the control she needed. The haunted look on his face only made her feel worse.

“Xavier, don’t look at me!” Her whimpers turned into shrill whines as she felt herself approaching the threshold. “Please don’t look at me! Don’t look at me! I’m… I’m cumming!”

Her scream was easily recognized as a climax flushed through her system, sending a splash of liquid arousal out from between the lips of her pussy and across the bed sheets. The man laughed in accomplishment and came soon after, emptying the last of himself into her. He pushed the sobbing Lily off him and got up. After getting dressed, he turned to Xavier. “You and I are square.”

He then left, leaving Xavier and Lily, with the girl crying in the fetal position.

“Xavier, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

In his mind, Xavier was laughing at this new development. He looked at her with dead eyes and spoke with a very dry tone. “I think you should go clean yourself off.”

Hoping he wasn’t mad, she limped into the bathroom and thoroughly showered, scrubbing her skin bare and trying to cleanse every millimeter of her defiled womanhood. Once she had gotten herself as clean as possible and used up more than half a bar of soap, she stepped out of the shower and peaked around the bathroom door. Xavier had his face in his hands and was shaking.

She walked over to him and kneeled down, clutching his legs. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry!”

Xavier refused to even look at her. “Glad to see you were enjoying yourself.”

Fresh tears began to roll down her cheeks. “I swear, it didn’t mean anything! I didn’t want to do it, it just happened! Please, I’ll do anything if you forgive me! I only love you!”

Xavier just sighed and shook his head. Desperate, Lily bent herself over the bed and spread her ass cheeks. “Please, this hole is still good. Please put your love in me.”

Hiding his smile, Xavier stood up and revealed his erect manhood. “Ok, maybe in time I can learn to forgive you.”

‘Lord, what am I supposed to do now?’

Father Hauser pondered this question over and over again. He was sitting in his office, mulling over everything that had happened the other day with Helena. From what Thane had told him and Father Brian, not only had the blessing failed, the force haunting her was truly worse than anything else.

‘Maybe… maybe Helena knows what it is. But if I were to ask her, she would probably come up with an excuse to not to tell me, just like before. But what if she already told me? What if she’s been trying to tell me all along and I just haven’t been understanding? Think! What did she tell me? She said that there would be a war in a valley that would reveal the truth. No, wait, she said it would show the truth. “Show the truth”. That just doesn’t sound right. Even if she were scared, the words “reveal” and “truth” go together better than “show” and “truth”. But if there really was some kind of hidden message, maybe there is a reason why she used that word. Show… show… reveal… reveal…’

It hit him then, but the feeling it invoked was one of terror.

‘Revelations! Could it be that that was what she was trying to draw me to? The valley… Jezreel Valley! Megiddo! The war that she foretold of was the one between Christ and the Beast! But if everyone in the school is in danger, then that means… Oh God… He’s here.’

His heart beating faster than ever in his life, Father Hauser ran out of the office and down the halls, pushing his way past anyone in his way and ignoring them when they called out. He sprinted to the main office of the teacher’s building and nearly slammed himself against the receptionist’s desk.

“I need the keys to one of the cars! It’s an emergency!”

His tone and the look on his face left the young woman stunned and stammering. “Uh… I uh… Ok… I just need you to sign out and—“

“For the love of God, girl! I need that key now! We’re wasting too much time!”

He rushed past her to the row of hooks where the keys were kept and grabbed a set, then sprinting out of the building and into the nearby parking lot. Finding the university car with the same number as the key ring, he climbed inside and pulled out of the parking lot with the tires screaming. He felt like he was going to have a heart attach. He zoomed across Rome, waiting to see the roof of the Vatican towering over the city. The Holy Father had to be warned! He had to be told that the Antichrist or even the Devil himself had infiltrated the city!

Approaching a busy street, he slammed his foot on the brakes, again making the car squeal as he came to a stop. He waited for the light to change, with every tick of his watch sounding like a gunshot. The light changed and he pressed down on the gas, but the old car only lurched forward into the middle of the intersection, having chosen now of all times to drop the transmission. He slammed his head against the steering wheel and cursed over and over while the people behind him honked their horns. He didn’t hear the screaming outside. He didn’t see the truck rolling down the hill with the driver desperately stomping on the breaks. He didn’t smell the blood of the person who had already been run over. He didn’t sense the vibrations when it knocked against a car parked on the adjacent street and sent it flipping onto the sidewalk like a hockey puck while continuing on its way towards the intersection.

He only felt the crash.

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The Kidnapping : A Fantasy

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The Kidnapping: A Fantasy

It had been weeks since I received his email. I’m not really sure why I kept it. He was nice when we first chatted, but I chat with a lot of guys. Chatting has always been a good outlet for me. Nothing too serious since I’m married, just some harmless fun to make my mind go spinning. I’ve always liked feeling wanted and sexy and somehow meeting the right man, under the right circumstances, and with the right guidance I can still feel like that. People tell me I’m sexy sometimes but it gets hard to believe if I’m not actually shown! I guess some guys are just more about action than words … although their words mesmerize me as well…

I’ve been bored. I guess that’s why I looked up the email again. Not the kind of bored you get when you have nothing to do. I always feel like there’s something I can do. It’s more like the type of bored you get when you don’t feel like doing anything. Nothing you have to do inspires you. It’s the same old rat race as they say. Go to work, get home – eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat sleep – poof! The weeks go by like seconds.

So when I was filing through my old emails – incredibly boring task – I came across his. “Feel Sexy Today” was the subject. Honestly I hadn’t read the whole thing because it was kind of long but today that’s exactly what I wanted. I want it all the time but today – the combination of desire for sexiness, and the funk of boredom, it was the perfect idea. Today I wanna feel sexy.

Reading through the email I quickly understood that it was a shopping list. I love shopping! Especially clothes shopping when someone else picks things out for me. Really I’m no good at deciding what I like to wear or what looks good on me, but I love it when someone knows how to dress me up. If it were up to me, I’m sure my wardrobe would be full of t-shirts, hoodies, and pants/shorts. How boring! I’m boring! I need to get out of the house! I need to go shopping.

With his e-mail printed out, I left the house for the mall – my happy place. Growing up I spent so many fond hours with my parents in the mall. Movies, books, shopping and eating. All fond memories. It’s a little weird going to the mall right now without anyone else. It’s usually a social affair for me. But I have his e-mail. And with it, his instructions:

“Go to your favorite store. I want you to seek out and try on these things. Only try on the things that are described. Don’t add or take away. Find a changing room and wear the outfits as though you mean to go out in them. Imagine yourself out in them. Imagine me sitting in the waiting area, giving you my approval or disproval – depending on how well the clothing suits your beautiful body. Take pictures if you like. Remember how it feels to dress sexy. If you wish to buy something, you may, but if you do buy one of the outfits, you must wear it all the way home. This is your fashion show:…”

He proceeded to give me series after series of outfits to try on. It looked like he thought of every detail – right down to the type of jewelry, shoes, lingerie … and, I noticed, sometimes a distinct lack of the same!

I knew I wouldn’t find all he wanted in one store so I committed to making a day of it. I could barely wait to get to the mall. I must have been speeding the whole way!

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At the mall, I parked far away from the entrance to give me the option to back out if I wanted to on my walk over. I didn’t back out. I marched right into the first department store. I was on a mission.

I wanted to gather all the clothing at once and try on outfit after outfit – imagining where I’d go in each one of them – but, the stores wouldn’t let me do that of course. Limit of 6 items per customer into the changing rooms. I’d have to try on each outfit one at a time.

The first one was easy and I love where it started: Spaghetti strap black cocktail dress. Strapless black bra, red bikini bottom panties, and 4 inch black heels. After gathering all the clothing I trotted hastily back to the changing room. I couldn’t wait to put on the outfit that would have me nestling up to a James Bond type at a Vegas casino playing craps (or at least that was the image I had in my head). I put on the outfit and even a little red lipstick that I had brought with me for the occasion. I looked in the mirror. He was right! I looked hot. I closed my eyes and imagined the bravado of the casino. The sly stranger next to me. My black dress bringing him good luck. Instantly I wasn’t bored anymore!

Next was a strange turn. From the black cocktail dress, I was to next try on a white baby tank – braless, and a light pastel colored pair of pj bottoms – again with the red panties underneath. Finally I needed a pair of slippers, a book, and a pair of glasses! I put the cocktail dress back on the “not for me” rack and went out looking for my next adventure. It was pretty easy, actually, all except the book. I had to hunt for a children’s book in a different part of the store. People don’t read in department stores I guess. Again I changed my clothes. The baby tank was tight and the pj bottoms ballooned out on me a little. I put on the glasses and slippers and held the book and did a little spin, checking myself out from all angles.

The braless look was a little shocking because it wasn’t hard to figure out what was under there, and I didn’t really like how the tight shirt looked on my stomach. I noticed from the back that you could see right through the pj bottoms to the red panties and it hit me! I’m a sexy law student studying for an exam in the library at 2 am and I just don’t give a shit what people think of me! How fun! Being this sexy, powerful woman completely enthralled in her work while intelligent men would get turned sideways looking at me – and afraid to talk to me lest I bite their head off! Ha ha! I was having too much kayseri escort bayan fun!

I changed back into my regular clothes and kept on with the next one … and then the next … and the next … I spent hours wandering the mall and trying on all sorts of fun crazy things.

One outfit made me feel like a sexy adventurer with long stockings and boots, short little booty shorts, a short sleeved patterned button down tied at my belly instead of buttoned and a bright floral bra underneath. A large knife was strapped to my hip!

Another had me feeling like the belle of the ball with a long backless red dress with white slippers and no underwear. I kept wondering what prince would have the honor of unzipping that dress.

There were some weird ones too: In one store I wore a short gold skirt and sandals. I was topless but for 10 gold chains and 5 gold bracelets around each arm. I also wore a pair of high fashion sun glasses, a black belt, and tied my hair back in a braid. I felt like a modern day Cleopatra! I could almost feel the sun on my skin!

Then there was the Greek inspiration: A loose fitting white plunging neck halter dress and sandals with a rope belt. Instead of wearing the dress like a halter, I was supposed to tie the straps together and put one arm through the hole and over my head. This made the dress look much more like a single white cloth tied over my shoulder, but also left half of my chest entirely exposed. Again I felt powerful and I wondered if the women of ancient Greece were all so bold.

In one request I was to go to a mens store and wear a men’s sport jacket. Thats all! Just the sport jacket. I imagined greeting my high powered banker husband in that when he came home to me at our Central Park view flat.

Through his words, he made requests and demands and I attempted to fulfill each one: Hats, earrings, watches, glasses, necklaces, dresses or not, shirts or not, bras or not, pants, skirts, shorts, panties … or not. Piles and piles of shoes and all sorts of accessories! I was having a blast. I even took some of those pictures he suggested. Particularly of the outfits that seemed most not like me – daring, powerful, amazing! I wanted to be those people that I saw in the mirrors.

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Not halfway through my own personal fashion show I realized that I was completely and hopelessly turned on. Not surprisingly, this influenced my decision when it came time to selecting an outfit to actually purchase. From the top down, it included a bandana around my head – slightly sideways and pulling my hair up a little. A pair of cheap sun glasses. Skull earrings, and a skull bracelet. A black lace choker with a fake jewel on the front. A zip up the front black sports bra 2 sizes too small that left me popping out all over the place – cleavage, under, side … everywhere. A white cotton button down shirt – similar to before, tied, not buttoned. My midriff is mostly exposed. I got some cheap steel rings in the shapes of spiders, skulls, and, my favorite, an axe! I have on a black denim skirt that looks like it it torn off at the thigh hem – and the kickers – black fishnet pantyhose and white military looking boots. I look like a sexy badass!!!

I feel like everyone is watching me as I leave the mall. I take the long way around so everyone can take a look. Normally I would feel very shy with this kind of attention but after what I’ve done today, I’m a badass! I can feel my breasts bounce, my butt wiggle, and the cool air on my belly and I don’t care! Because today, I’m a badass!

As I strut back to my car, I feel a little ashamed that I have to get back in my Honda Accord looking this way. I wish I had a truck – no a jeep – no a motorcycle – a Harley! Yeah! That’s what I should be taking home. A Harley!

Sadly I don’t own a Harley but as luck would have it there were three of them parked in one space right next to my Accord. I spent a few minutes drooling over them. Big pipes, chrome, wild colors, controls, pedals, leather, they just screamed freedom and power. I can’t help myself. I throw one leg over the prettiest bike and straddle it – forgetting that I’m wearing a short skirt and fishnets with no panties.

I put my hands on the handle bars, close my eyes and take a deep breath of air. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this untouchable before…

“Well, well…”

My eyes snap open and I’m staring at the bluest eyes on the toughest looking character I ever remember talking to me. He’s standing right at the head of his bike, eyeing me from top to bottom.

“You know it’s not right to get on a man’s ride without permission?” He accuses.

“Oh! I’m sorry” I nearly stumble to the ground as I dismount the bike and scoot over to my car.

Before I’m able to find my keys and open my door he has me cornered – with my back to my passenger door. He’s right on top of me, pressing his wide chest into mine. His eyes look even deeper blue from this close and I can see the top of the sleeved tattoo that goes down his right arm and finishes at his neck.

“So tell me baby, when was the last time you got to ride?” His words were slow and deep in his throat. Deliberate and disarming. I no longer felt like a badass.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see what must have been one of his biker friends coming our way.

“Um… I don’t know … I mean … I don’t remember … uh … I guess never…” I stuttered.

He leaned in closer. I was a little afraid, extremely excited, incredibly turned on, and I had no idea what I was going to do. What would my husband say? What was this strong attractive man going to do? I didn’t want to know and I wanted to know everything all at once. He pressed more of his body into mine – his hips and thighs. I nearly fainted. I could feel a large strong bulge in the front of his pants and his lips were inches from mine before he spoke kayseri bayan escort again.

“Well, Baby, how would you like to try my ride?” Before I could answer he planted his mouth on mine. At first I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t kiss him back. It had been 5 long years since I kissed any other man! What would I do?

His arms wrapped around me and I couldn’t help myself. I let my mouth open a little and my face soften. I let him kiss me. I put my hands on his hips as he turned me to the side away from my car.

Still kissing me deeply he walked me backward step by step. I hadn’t taken notice of the large white van that had pulled up behind us. The bikers friend had opened the sliding door and there was another man inside. The biker kissed me and hugged me so tight I couldn’t have resisted the next thing that happened if I wanted to.

All at once I was flung backward into the open van door, the biker and his friend hopped in behind me, they closed the door, and the driver peeled off out of the parking lot.

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Inside the van I looked around quickly. It was carpeted in soft shag and there were box seats on rear side and the back. There were no windows except for the front and rear windscreen. And most ominous of all, there were 2 sets of black straps with cuffs on them – one pair hanging from the ceiling, and one pair splayed out across the floor.

My first reaction is fear.

“Oh my God! What are you doing???!!!” Before I finish my plea, the three men in back are already grasping at my limbs and working to bind them in the cuffed straps. I almost forget to struggle, but by the time I go to move, both arms and one leg are already bound in the cuffs. I’m kneeling, sitting back on my heels with one ankle still free. My arms are out to the side and bent to 90 degrees. I kick my free leg away at the last moment.

“Easy, Baby,” rumbles the biker’s voice as he grabs my free ankle and easily binds it to the last strap,”… You’re gonna love this ride, believe me!”

Before I can speak one of his friends grabs my hair, yanks my head back and plants his lips tightly into mine. My whole body tenses at first and I try to struggle, but the bindings won’t come loose. Within moments I feel hands caressing my body harshly – partially to keep me from struggling and partially to turn me on. It’s working on both fronts.

I feel two hands sliding up and down my legs and over the fishnets. I feel another on my belly and a fourth on my shoulder kneading it deeply. The man kissing me reaches down and grasps the sides of my skirt and lifts it up above my waist. I’m exposed through the fishnet without panties!

I let out a little squeal and he plunges his tongue into my mouth to stifle my hapless cry. I feel the looseness around my waist as the zipper to my skirt is undone and the garment is yanked from me. Immediately I feel large warm fingers press in between my legs and rub side to side over my already warm wet lips.

“Mmmmm yeah, Baby, you wanted this ride … for sure!” He’s right. My clit is on fire and I’m already starting to gasp air. The finger between my legs drives into my welcoming pussy and curls under, massaging the front walls. I can’t help it. My body lurches and I yank myself away from the lips kissing me to gasp for air.

I can feel my inner thighs start to tense as the finger pumps in and out of me with mind blowing fury. I continue to gasp little breaths but now with squeals on top of each and my pussy quivers and tightens with delicious orgasm. That was fast. I can feel my clit throbbing but the finger won’t stop. In and out it glides, pummeling my neglected pussy. The orgasm won’t stop. It builds and builds each time his palm slaps at my aching clit.

I can feel my shirt being torn from my shoulders as my legs begin to quiver and I feel a great release between my legs then incredible wet warmth streaming down the inside of my thighs. I can barely get enough air as I gasp and whimper. The hand between my legs slides away and I begin to regain consciousness – little shock waves lurching through my body randomly.

I open my eyes and I see one of the biker’s friends kneeling before me with his pants down. His incredibly hard cock pulsing in front of me. It bounces a few inches in rhythm with his heart beat.

I feel a hand on my back and I’m pushed forward. Not painfully but it lowers me so that I am still kneeling but my upper body is horizontal. My butt is in the air.

“Lets see those tits.” The hard man before me announces and he reaches forward slowly unzipping my extremely tight sports bra that at this point is actually making it a little difficult for me to breathe. At the last tooth of the zipper, my breasts explode from the top and clap together with a lightly audible slap before settling and hanging heavy toward the ground. He sticks his hand between them, bats them around a little and squeezes one before pinching my nipple tightly. As he pulls on my nipple and gives it a little twist, I feel another lurching shock between my legs.

“Now…” He smiles as he shifts his hips toward me and rests his cock on my mouth, still bouncing slightly. I gladly open and suck the whole head inside. I lick it like a popsicle and around the head like a blowpop and then suck it in farther still. I can feel a large hand on the back of my head and another down squeezing and playing with my breasts.

“Try out that soaking pussy, man. I bet it tastes like sweet wine!” I hear the biker growl and within moments I feel his friends tongue lapping between my soaking wet lips from under my legs.

I can feel my insides pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing as I bob my head on over the shaft in front of me. I feel my breasts shake and bounce and I get a hard slap on my right butt cheek making me squeal through my nose.

I can’t help it. Within moments of that hot tongue on my blazing clit I start cumming again. I squeeze my knees together and make fists with my hands as shockwaves of orgasm fly through my body. I pause sucking for a moment to catch my breath and then return to it as quickly as I can.

“Oh yeah, she’s ready!” I hear the bikers voice again. This time from slightly behind me. I’m still sucking hard on the member in front of me when I feel a familiar soft pressing at my begging, soaking lips.

I can feel the cock head slide in and although it is thick, I can feel his hard shaft slide all the way into me before his hips bump up against my ass. I can feel hands on my hips and with long slow strokes he slides in and almost all the way out of me before crashing deep again.

I keep sucking harder and longer as I can feel myself clenching around the cock inside me. Warm strong hands tease and squeeze my breasts and back as I suck at one and and get fucked at the other.

The man in front of me changes his speed. I can hear him groaning. He’s getting close. The man behind me is grinding now – staying deep inside me and just thrusting his hips in rhythm with mine. The feeling of fullness is divine.

I can barely think when I hear a groan in front of me and the dick in my mouth thrusts a little further than I expected. I can feel the pulsing then taste the slightly bitter saltines spewing forth in my mouth. I suck harder and lick a little under the tip to get more out. I can feel his body lurch six or seven times completely releasing himself down my throat. Finally he falls back away from me – gasping through his teeth.

“Ohhh ho ho fuck yeah…” I can hear him mutter. I close my mouth and swallow hard.

The man behind me suddenly changes his pace. Extremely fast and hard he pounds into me now and within seconds I wail out, cumming around his thick fullness. The orgasm crushes my legs and I can barely feel anything below my hip bones. He pulls out suddenly as I collapse forward – still suspended in my bindings.

Before my position becomes painful my shoulders are lifted enough to get me kneeling upright again and I blink open my eyes. The biker still has his pants on! It wasn’t him behind me at all but his other friend. I see the biker kneeling before me now as his newly released friend did and he unzips his fly. An incredibly large, strong boner stretches his boxer shorts out and to my right.

He pulls the waist band of his boxers out and over his hard member and it stands there at attention like a royal guard before me. It’s hot and thick and red with a strong curvy vein down the back and obvious ridges up the sides. The head is nearly 4 inches around and he must be 8 or 9 inches long. I’ve never been this close to one this size before! I sit there just staring at it for a moment.

“Now… You ready for your ride, Baby?” I lean forward to try to get my mouth to it but he lies on his back. I’m confused, I can’t get to him from there…

Then he slides his legs between mine and I understand. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his strong right fist and positions himself and my now quivering and delicate entrance. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock head parts my pussy lips yet again.

I let myself sink down from kneeling upright. I can feel every millimeter of his hardness stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my breasts make them feel like they are going to explode and right on que, he sits up a little and sucks them into his mouth one by one.

I let his incredible cock slide in and out of me and I dance slowly from my knees. My head falls back and my eyes close. I’m going to cum again. Soon. I bounce up and down faster now, shifting my hips forward and back. The action has him drilling over spots inside me I’ve never felt before. My pussy clenches. I begin to cum. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him. He starts driving his hips into mine and his amazing dick, strength, and power keeps me cumming in waves and waves.

As the waves of orgasm start to die down, I feel a lubed finger rub around my anus and then inside. My pussy squeezes again and the waves increase instead of subside and I begin to moan and heave with every thrust into my luscious depths.

I feel my anus stretched. It’s a penis. I’ve never done this before. One at a time maybe but never both. The man beneath me slows his pace and I can barely feel any part of my body that isn’t being touched, sucked, or fucked. The penis slides slowly deeper into my back entrance. I’ve never felt this full. Never felt this desired. Never felt this vulnerable and alive before.

They both start to move. The fullness is overwhelming! My whole insides pucker in a vain effort to feel less but I just feel it more. I don’t know if I’m orgasming or even awake but my whole body is giving way. I grip the straps holding my wrist bindings tight and cry out with each thrust – over and over from the front and the back.

I hear groans and without much warning the man in my butt pulls out and grunts. I feel warm splatters up and down my back and over my butt cheeks.

The pace below me pounding my pussy quickens. I come to from my orgasmic stupor just long enough to feel strong hands grasp at my hips and pull me as far down on this amazing hard cock as I can go. My body lurches again as I feel flutters of orgasm deep in my gut, my breasts and clit are on fire. It almost feels as though he thickens inside me as he lets out a loud:

FUCK YESSSS!!!

And I can feel the rhythmic pumping and pulsing of cum being exploded into my desperate pussy. Moments later I collapse on top of his chest and pass out.

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When I awake I am in my Accord. I’m half dressed and I reek of sex. I immediately return to my regular nervous thoughts:

Oh my God, what did I just do? What if my husband finds out? What if I get pregnant? What if … what if… What if…

What the fuck … That was AMAZING!!!!

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How I managed to drive home safely that night, I’ll never know. I tried to focus on the road, but my thoughts kept coming back to the fucking Dan had given me. The soreness in my ass didn’t help. Nor did the trickle of moisture I felt between my legs, which I assumed was cum leaking out of my hole.

I guess was bothered me the most was the feeling that Dan had, well, taken me. I had gone into the cabana knowing something sexual would occur, but I had expected to get another blow job, maybe, or maybe to jack him off – not to have him lick my hole and stick his dick up my ass. But when I had realized what he intended to do, my initial reservations simply melted away. I hadn’t put up the slightest resistance. Despite the initial pain, it had simply felt too damn good.

A part of me was embarrassed at being so passive. Like most guys I thought men were expected to be the initiators where sex was concerned, and certainly to be on top when it came to fucking, but how did that work when it was two guys? Being on the bottom in that transaction, being the penetrated one, instead of the penetrator, felt weird somehow.

But then I recalled that several times when we were having sex, Jenny – Dan’s daughter, God help me – had wanted to be on top, controlling the pace of our fucking, and how much I had enjoyed that, even when I could tell she was doing it mostly for her own benefit.

So maybe it was less about top and bottom than about give and take. If that’s the case, I thought, maybe I could fuck Dan, too, a thought that made my cock start to stiffen.

“Jesus,” I said aloud. “What am I thinking?”

Fucking a guy. Sucking his cock. Kissing him. How could I be doing these things? A few weeks ago I had thought of myself as totally straight. How could it be otherwise? I’d had sex with several girls, hadn’t I? And when I wasn’t fucking girls I spent most of the time thinking about fucking girls, like most guys.

Sure, there was that one time with my cousin Mark a couple of years back, when we shared a tent on family camping trip and ended up comparing dick lengths and then touching each other and finally jacking each other off. But that was a one-time thing.

Or was it? I remembered now how often I relived that experience in my mind, that for weeks afterward I jacked off to the memory, and how I had wondered what might happen if we found ourselves alone once more.

So maybe I wasn’t totally straight. Maybe I was bi. There were such people, I knew. My older sister had said one guy friend of hers was bi, and come to think of it Mark had said he thought he was bi, too.

For a while I turned this thought over in my mind. Mark had said everyone is a little bit bi, and I hadn’t believed him, but now I thought he might be right. I eventually decided that if I enjoyed what Dan did to me – maybe it was more “with” me than “to” me – then there could be little doubt about it.

By this time I’d reached home. I put the car away and went inside, and was glad to see everyone had already gone to bed. When I reached my room I again noticed the squishy feeling in my butthole, and decided I’d better take a quick shower.

In the bathroom I stripped and turned on the water. As usual I stopped to look at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.

I was proud of my body. I’m not overly muscled, but I’m pretty well toned from swimming, and as for that slight softness in my belly – no six-pack – Jenny had always said it was kind of cute. Now I wondered bahis firmaları what Dan thought of it.

Dan again. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Somehow the two encounters I’d had with him were always more on my mind lately than the many times I’d had been with his daughter and other girls.

The thought of Dan made my dick stiffen again. I watched it grow in the mirror, and started to stroke it slowly. As I did so I felt a twitch in my butthole, and again that moist feeling.

On an impulse I turned around, bent over and looked through my legs at my asshole. I’d looked at it before, out of idle curiosity, and I could see that it looked different now – pinker and puffed up, probably from being rubbed raw by Dan’s cock. On another impulse I gave a little push, watching the rosebud open slightly.

On an impulse I reached back with my hand and touched the spot with my finger. I winced slightly – the puckered skin was still tender – but there was still enough moisture from Dan’s leaking cum to provide a little lubrication. I circled the spot several times with my finger, surprised at how good it felt, and then pushed the finger in. My cock gave a little jump.

“Ohhhh,” I said.

The angle was awkward, though, so I pulled the finger out, stood up and got into the shower.

The water was hot, which is how I like it, and for a minute I just let it pour over me.

Then I propped one leg up on the little stool my sister keeps in the shower for shaving her legs, and began fingering myself again. After the initial irritation subsided, I stuck the finger in as far as I could manage, and started a slow in-and-out motion. My cock started to get hard again, and it suddenly occurred to me there was some kind of connection between it and my asshole that I had never understood and was clearly worth exploring.

At that moment I must have curled the finger slightly, because I suddenly hit a spot that sent a shudder through my insides and made my cock give another, bigger jump. I realized only later that I had found my prostate – to that point I don’t think I even knew what a prostate was – but I was startled to found out how good it felt.

Taking my now rock-hard cock in the other hand, I jacked myself while I pressed on the sensitive spot inside me. The angle was still awkward, but in less than I minute I came so hard I almost lost my balance. The cum didn’t shoot out of my cock, it streamed, and the shuddering in my body seemed to go on forever.

When it was over my legs felt like rubber and I had to sit down on the stool to avoid collapsing right there in the shower.

“Wow,” I whispered to myself

I sat there for a minute or two, enjoying the hot water streaming over me and waiting for my breathing to return to normal.

“Wow,” I said again.

***

By now it was June, and graduation was less than 10 days away. I saw Jenny every day at school, of course, and several times during the evenings, but we never got an opportunity to have sex, and I was feeling pretty deprived.

I saw even less of her father, of course, which made me think about him more than about her. I felt guilty about this, but I couldn’t put such thoughts out of my mind, and after awhile I gave up trying.

One night about three days before graduation I was dropping her off from school when she invited me in. Her parents weren’t home, so we went to her room and started making out on her bed. She was grinding herself against me, and when I got completely kaçak iddaa hard she surprised me by sliding down, undoing my belt, buttons and zipper and pulling off my pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

The next thing I knew my cock was in her mouth. She took it more deeply this time, and after what seemed like mere seconds of sucking and stroking I warned her I was about to cum.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said, and when I came a second later she kept her lips firmly clamped around the head and swallowed the load.

“Oh, my God,” I said. “That was awesome.”

She giggled.

“I’ve been wanting to do that,” she said.

She kissed me deeply, and I could taste my cum on her tongue.

“Now you,” I started, and started to undo her belt.

“Not now,” she said. “Mom’ll be home any minute. You can just owe me.”

I put my pants back on and followed her into the kitchen.

Sure enough Tina showed up about 10 minutes later, and 10 minutes after that Dan walked into the kitchen.

He kissed Tina and Jenny and waved at me.

“Hiya, sport,” he said.

I ended up staying for dinner. Dan and Tina opened a bottle of wine, and they let Jenny and me each drink a glass. I kept glancing at Dan, but he was totally cool, neither avoiding my looks or seeking them, and the whole evening passed off pleasantly.

When both Tina and Jenny were occupied in the kitchen for a minute Dan pulled me aside.

“Give me your phone,” he said.

I was puzzled by the request but handed it to him.

He opened the contacts and starting typing.

“This is my cell,” he said quietly. “Don’t attach a name to it. Just watch for a text Sunday afternoon.”

“What…” I started to say, but he shushed me and handed back the phone.

That was on a Thursday. Needless to say I was on pins and needles for the next three days. I checked my phone incessantly, even though he had said I wouldn’t hear from him until Sunday.

I saw Jenny Friday night, but we didn’t have a chance to have sex, which was fine with me, because for some strange reason I felt I should “save” myself for Dan.

I did jack off once, though, just after I woke up Saturday, when I used some hand lotion to lubricate myself for a finger-fucking while I stroked. When I finally came, pushing hard on my internal button while my legs shook uncontrollably, it was in a thick stream that seemed to go on forever.

Sunday finally came. All morning I kept checking my phone, willing it to beep, but the morning passed without any message. Finally, just after noon, while I was taking a piss, I heard a beep in the other room. I was in such a hurry to answer it that I nearly caught my dick in the zipper when I finished.

The message was from Dan.

“Come over at 2. Front door will be unlocked.”

The next 90 minutes were torture. I was so keyed up I couldn’t sit still. I stalked around my room for a minute, and then went outside and stalked around the yard.

I heard the kitchen window slide open.

“What are you doing?” my mom called out.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just getting some air.”

I managed to waste five minutes this way, but had gotten sweaty in the June heat. I decided I’d better take a shower before going to Jenny’s house.

Taking a shower proved no more soothing than stalking around the yard. I had a full-on boner the whole time, and it was all I could do not to start whacking away.

Finally it was time to leave. As nonchalantly as I could, kaçak bahis I took the keys from the table in the hall and waved goodbye to my mom.

“Going out for awhile,” I said. “Back for dinner.”

When I got to Jenny’s I parked, trying not to run as I crossed the lawn to the front door. It was unlocked, as Dan had promised, and when I closed it behind me I saw a note taped to the mirror in the foyer.

“Cabana,” it said.

I practically ran through the house and across the back yard to the cabana entrance, where I stopped briefly to calm myself and catch my breath. There was another note taped to the wall just inside.

“Take off your clothes here and come on in. Don’t say anything.”

My heart pounding, I stripped. Pausing again to catch my breath, I walked in, my stiff cock pointing the way.

Dan was on all fours on the air mattress, completely naked, facing away from me, his legs spread and his ass in the air. The area around his hole was clean-shaven and glistening; I could see a slight pulsing in the puckered pink skin. He had evidently lubed up already; the tube lay on the mattress in front of him. He clearly intended for me to lube up and fuck him on the spot.

I knelt down behind him and put my hands on his butt. He breathed in sharply but said nothing and did not turn around.

I picked up the lube, squirted some into my palm and slathered it on my cock. I moved into position between his legs and guided the tip of my cock to his waiting hole.

Another sharp breath.

Not having done this before, I could only think of one approach: the direct one. I leaned forward and pushed my cock steadily in, not stopping until my pubes touched his ass.

“Oh, yessssss,” Dan cried. Oh, God, yes.”

I pulled back slowly and speared him again.

“God, yes, FUCK ME,” he said, burying his face in the mattress.

So I did, spearing him over and over till I felt the cum rising in my balls. Dan must have felt my cock swelling because I heard his muffled voice saying, “Oh, yes, cum in me, CUM IN MY ASS.”

Just before I did I reached for his cock. It was absolutely rock-hard and a thin stream of precum was dangling from the tip. I wiped it off with my fingers and let go long enough to bring the fingers to my mouth and taste it. At that moment it seemed like the best thing I ever tasted.

I took hold of him again and started stroking him hard. Just as I felt myself exploding into him he gave a long groan, his ass gripped my cock and I felt cum pouring over my hand. Catching as much as I could in the palm I brought it back to my mouth and, as the last shudders of my orgasm subsided, licked the fingers clean.

When it was all over Dan and I, still coupled, rolled slowly to one side and settled on the mattress. For several minutes we lay still. From time to time an aftershock would pass through him and I’d feel another contraction grip my cock, enough to keep me from going totally soft.

“That was incredible,” I finally said. “The best fuck I ever had.”

“It was a good start,” Dan said.

He moved so that my cock slipped out of his ass, which made both of us wince a little. He turned and kissed me, and I kissed him back.

After several more minutes of silence I asked him something I’d been wanting to ask for a long time.

“Does Tina know you do this?”

“Sure,” he said. “She likes to watch.”

A pause, while Dan looked at me.

“What?” I asked.

“She’s watching us now.”

“What?” I practically shouted, looking wildly about. “Where …”

“Take it easy,” Dan said, and pointed.

In a corner of the room, up near the ceiling, a small round thing was mounted on the wall.

A camera.

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My Landlady

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My divorce really put me off ever having a permanent relationship with another woman. The courts were so obviously biased in favour of the woman even although she was the guilty party that I swore I would never go through this again.

I had to sell the home that was given to me by my parents as that was the only way I could pay the lump sum the courts demanded I pay my wife. It did her no good either, for two weeks later she was killed in a car crash, in the sports car she had bought herself with the money. From that day I knew someone was working in my corner.

After the house was sold I took rooms in an old friend’s wife’s home. He had died only a short time before when he was in his seventies and was a lot older than his wife, but she was no spring chicken. She was afraid to live in the big house all on her own and offered me the rooms. Maria was Spanish and had that lovely Latin look about her, her long hair was tied up in two buns either side of her head. But she dressed in the traditional country Spanish dress which looked odd in this modern age.

Five years, I have lodged with Mrs Gomez; I have my own suite consisting of a bedroom, lounge and bathroom, it is all I need. In the evenings I usually go and sit with her and watch TV for an hour or so but other than that and Tuesdays when I take her to the shops we don’t socialise. Her English isn’t the best even although she has been in this country for over thirty years.

I’ve had a few departmental trysts with other female members, but only for sex, there were no long or suggested partnerships. At the age of 34 I was getting less sex than my age group but enough to stop me abusing myself.

Anyway enough of the background; about six months güvenilir bahis ago Maria started calling me Juan and talking to me about things I knew nothing about. I just sat and agreed with her, maybe I shouldn’t have, but it was the easiest way out of the problem. Also she started to forget things that happened in the short term and become confused with dates etc.

I was that worried that I took her to see her doctor, who told me she was in the early stages of dementia, physically she was almost 100% it was just the mental thing. As she had no children or relatives that I knew of, it was left to me to take care of her.

So now instead of an hour I was spending all the time I was off in her company. The only thing wrong with this was that she no longer called me by my name, but the name of her dead husband, the strangest thing, only in the afternoons. In the mornings she was her old self and as she got tired, the memory seemed to go and she slipped back to a time span in the past.

The whole thing came to a head one warm summer’s night as I lay naked asleep on my bed, stretched out lying on my back. I was suddenly woken by a weight on my hips and when I opened my eyes Maria who was in her early sixties was impaled on my rigid cock smiling down at me with her hair flowing down over her naked breasts.

The feeling I had was sensational buried in a moist and warm pussy and being woken in this situation was something I had never experienced before.

“Do you like this Juan, do you still love your Maria?” she asked whilst sliding up and down my shaft, gripping it in her velvety passage.

“Yes that is lovely Maria, but I’m not Juan,” I said, but I must admit the last bit was said rather quietly türkçe bahis for I was loving this unexpected pleasure.

“Why don’t we do this more often, what have I done to offend you Juan?” she asked looking straight at me.

“As often as you want Maria, God I think you are fantastic,” I said playing along with her.

“You always said I was the best fuck you ever had Juan, do you still think so?”

I reached up and parted the hair hanging down her chest to take a look at her breasts and what I saw would have made any woman younger than her envious at the lovely firm breasts she had on her body. The aureoles were easily 3 inches in diameter with her nipples standing out about half an inch and as thick as a pencil, dark brown against her olive skin.

I had never seen her body because of the baggy dresses she usually wore, but now I took her hands in mine and opened them out and really took a good look. She was still moving her body up and down my shaft and I was admiring her at the same time. How could a body like this be impaled on my cock I wondered, she looked delectable.

The inevitable happened I just spurted my load into her and she lay down on top of me pressing her hair covered breasts onto my chest as I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

Man she felt great as I held her, to think all this time I had been living here and here was this delectable piece of womanhood hidden by the dresses she wore. I thought I would have felt a heel taking advantage of her mental state but I had no such feelings.

Gradually I felt myself getting hard again for she was gripping and releasing her muscles and it was just like being massaged. Maria sat up and started pumping herself on my now güvenilir bahis siteleri erect cock once more. After about a couple of minutes she stopped and just looked at me.

“You’re not my Juan! Oh Peter what am I doing, I thought you were Juan,” she said with her hand to her mouth and the other across her breasts.

“Maria, I don’t know who you think I am but you’re sure one good looking woman and I have no objection at all for what you are doing.”

God I was putting the blame on her, but after all she was the one who came and impaled herself on my cock, I just lay back and enjoyed it. Even although she knew it wasn’t her Juan she still sat there with my cock firmly held in her warm womanhood

“You don’t mind Peter, want me to continue?”

“Maria I don’t want you ever to stop,” I shot back. I rolled her over and now I was between her legs and looking down at her spread-eagled beneath me. Her hair no longer covered her breasts and I lowered my lips to the proud nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Her hand came up and she held me to her by pressing on the back of my head.

I disengaged my mouth reluctantly from her breast and slid both hands under her soft bottom and raised her hips up making my entry easier as I slid my cock into her eagerly waiting body. Now I am no small built man but God she took me so easily as I pounded my meat into her willing flesh.

“I think you are really fantastic Maria,” I said meaning every word.

“We do this every night now. I really like you Peter and you make me feel so happy,” she said whilst thrusting her body into mine.

“Anytime Maria, wow anytime you want,” I said in return, loving the feel of this silky passage clasping my cock as I sink in to her depths.

Now I had no need to go hunting for relief, I now had a willing sex partner without any of the attached hassles and no fear of pregnancies or competition.

El trabajo está terminado Adios

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Why Brad Loves the Mall

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This story is about my friend Brad and why he now loves the mall. See Brad was always the quiet guy, the guy everyone always recognized as “the weird skinny guy.” No one ever really paid much attention to him, unless it was to rag on him. But Brad was a hopeless romantic… Like most virgins. See Brad had a lot of time to think about what he’d do if the chance ever arose.

Well, one day Brad got to the mall for work early so he could stop by FYE and pick up the new Pantera CD. While he was sampling the CD, he noticed a beautiful girl standing across the rack from him. She was 5’7″ long wavy light brown hair, green eyes, and what he guessed were 34C breasts. It was taking all his will power not to stare. He was trying to just zone out to the metal guitars blaring in his head, when on one glance up to peek at this goddess before him, she stared right into his eyes and seductively licked slowly across her top lip with the tip of her tongue. Brad instantly got a semi and tried to go back to his music. Then for a second the music stopped, and he heard a soft voice whisper in a giggly tone “Is that for me?” He looked around but no one was even looking at him, let alone talking to him. He glanced over at the girl. She was looking down at a CD with a smirk on her face. Brad bahis firmaları was confused, so he gave up on finding this “phantom whisperer” and went back to his song. Then the music just stopped, and literally in the blink of an eye he was standing in a dark void.

He looked around and saw absolutely nothing, but somehow he was able to see his arms feet and legs, but no walls, floor, or ceiling. He screamed “Hello!?” But all that came back was a million echoes. So he started running to find a door, a wall, anything. He noticed he wasn’t getting anywhere, his legs were moving, but he wasn’t going forward or backward. He felt something touch his left arm, but no one was around. He looked down to see his shirt was gone. He then felt something touch his legs, and he was just in his boxers. He yelled “What’s going on?” And again nothing but echoes answered. He shut his eyes hoping that when he opened them he’d be back in the mall, or anywhere for that matter, he didn’t care where. When he opened his eyes he was still in darkness, but now the girl from the store was in front of him. Totally naked! She said in that same soft now echoed voice “Is that for me?” The words went through Brad’s head, and he felt the words go down his spine and to his fingertips and toes. He felt kaçak iddaa as if he just smoked an entire pound of weed. She asked again “Is it?” This time grabbing his dick. Between the intense sensation from her talking and her hand now on his dick Brad felt like his was about to bust. He replied very quietly “Y-Yes.”

She then lowered to her knees and took Brad’s dick into her mouth causing him to immediately bust a giant load in her mouth. But she didn’t move her head she just ran her tongue along the vein on the bottom of his shaft and swallowed every drop of cum. She then stood up and pushed Brad. He landed on a bed that appeared suddenly, as if it’s only purpose was to catch him. She then crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and lowered one of her tits to his mouth. Brad circled her nipple with his tongue making a spiral outward. He then softly licked the underside of her other tit and spiraled in, taking her nipple and gently pulling it with his teeth. She then stared Brad dead in the eyes and simply purred “Take me.”

Brad gently grabbed her and lied her on the bed, and started to kiss and caress her breasts and started to go down her stomach and then gently but firmly kiss her from one side of her waist to the other not missing an inch. He then lightly kaçak bahis kissed her inner thigh coming right up to her wet juicy lips and down the other thigh. He teasingly licked on her lower lips making sure not to touch any of the pink folds inside. He repeated this entire love torture three times making sure she was ready to explode. At the end of the third repeat he simply flicked her clit with his tongue and sent her into a tidal wave of orgasms, and that’s when he got to work licking her sweet juicy folds and sucking on her swelled clit while she violently grinded his face.

Not being able to take any more of this onslaught of sexual torture she knocked Brad over and jumped on him. Shoving his dick in her as far as she could before grinding his dick as hard and fast as she could. She was on a non-stop orgasm and was flailing around like a rag doll. Brad couldn’t last much longer so he started bucking back at her grinds until he finally exploded deep within her. She collapsed on him and they passionately kissed and rubbed each other for what seemed like hours. Then, breaking the kiss Brad asked her, “What’s your name?” She covered his eyes.

When he opened them he was staring down at the Pantera CD. He looked up and she was gone. He bought the CD, and decided to listen to it while he waited for his shift to start. When he opened the case there was a note inside that read… “I guess it was for me”

(For Brad: So none of it’s true, but wouldn’t it be bad ass if it was?!)

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Ms Coney

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After 2 sessions at the therapist where he explained they’d split up over him looking at porn and masturbating all the time, Ms Coney opened up the detail on the 3rd visit. Dominic was encouraged to talk about the roots of it all and it became apparent he was obsessed with cunnilingus and analingus. As Ms Coney got him to open up, the young man seemed to be relieved at opening up and talked about how he thought about it all the time and watched porn on things like facesitting a lot. Despite her professional air, Ms Coney was surprised such a good looking young man had such an obsession and wondered. He was scheduled to do a 12 point programme with her which meant 12 sessions so for the next one, which would be their 4th Ms Coney wore a loose fitting skirt which came to her knees. At 48, she certainly wasn’t old but had a few years on her client, who was only 29. Sure enough, when he arrived Ms Coney noticed Dominic stealing glances at her legs and made her mind up.

“So Dominic, do you sometime find yourself say looking at a woman in the street and wondering what it would be like to perform cunnilingus on her?” she asked him professionally.

“Yes Ms Coney, that often happens” Dominic admitted.

“Tell me, I feel we’re making improvements here but is there a specific age that you seem to find the ideal woman at?” Ms Coney pursued.

“Um, well usually older than me for some reason, I don’t know why” Dominic said, relieved he was letting go of all this.

“Mhmm. I think you need to test your reaction and self control in order to find any form of closure or indeed help you deal with this” Ms Coney said.

“Thanks Ms Coney, yeah, I mean it’s ruined one serious relationship so I’m willing to try anything” Dominic replied.

Evelyn was almost squirming in her seat at what she was going to propose.

“Okay, well, lets start with something simple. Say I did this, what is going through your head? Don’t feel embarrassed to say, I’m here to counsel you” Evelyn assured him.

At that, she gently hitched her skirt up a little, revealing her thighs a bit better and watching his reactiion.

“Um, oh gosh. Erm, well” Dominic hesitated, but his eyes were glued to her legs.

“Just tell me your thoughts” Evelyn said.

“Well, um, I look at you like that and um, think, oh I wonder what it would be like to go down on you” Dominic stammered.

“Mhhmm, really? You are obsessed with the act then. I think the key is to work on your resistance young man and overcome that in order for you to move on with a clear mind” Evelyn stated but left her legs on display.

“Um, okay Ms Coney, that sounds um, like a good idea” Dominic said hopefully.

“Okay, well for this next response, it will require you to pay attention and remember to tell me your thoughts” Evelyn said.

“Okay Ms Coney, lets do it” Dominic responded, but he had no idea what the therapist intended.

“Right young man. I need to judge your resolve response. So, first of all move off the chair and in front of me. No, not standing, yes just kneeling there. A little closer if you don’t mind. Now then you are obviously in much closer proximity to me now and are your thoughts still the same? Are they stronger or weaker?” Evelyn pushed.

Dominic was kneeling and she had parted her legs a little so that he was staring at the tops of her thighs. Evelyn had very cleverly let the skirt hide her actual crotch. The next surprise was something she intended on revealing fairly soon.

“Um, just the same Ms Coney. Well, um, probably stronger” Dominic said, staring at the tops of her thighs.

“Stronger eh? Dominic we may have to confront the issue head on then. Are you with me?” said Ms Coney.

“Yes Ms Coney” Dominic said, but he had no idea what she meant.

“Right, well firstly you are going to have to move closer. Yes, just in front there. Hang on, I’m losing my balance, wait that’s better, my legs aren’t all that heavy are they? Now then, are your carnal desires just the same?” Evelyn said.

Now, he had moved forward so that his face was separated only from her crotch by the part of skirt that still covered it and Evelyn had used the excuse of balance to put her legs over his shoulders.

“The same Ms Coney” he said with a dry throat now.

“And what are your desires now?” Evelyn said, tightening her skirt so that the young man was now staring directly at her hairy crotch.

“Much stronger” he said quietly.

“Well, what I mean is, say for arguments sake you wanted to phrase your desire as a question to me. What would it be? This is for your own benefit young man” Evelyn added.

“Um, well, I guess, um, something like, can I lick you?” Dominic said.

Dominic I’m trying to work out your level of self control, you’re going to have to help me on this one. I mean, if you had that strong a desire, would you simply say can I lick you? What I’m getting at is say hypothetically you were with a woman you fancied and you were in front of her and you really wanted to lick her, would you bahis firmaları just say can I lick you? Or would you ask nicely? Or how would you do it? And remember this is if you weren’t sure the woman would let you or not so you were really trying to ask her, what would you say?” Evelyn asked him.

“Um, okay, well I guess I’d say please, let me lick you?” he said nervously.

“Look, say you were bursting for the toilet and needed to use a public one and you didn’t have any change, would you just say please or would you really appeal to the person’s better side?” Evelyn pushed him.

“Um, sorry Ms Coney, I’ll try. Okay, well, yeah I’d probably be desperate. So I’d say please I’m begging you, please let me lick you? My tongue is yours, please I’m begging you” Dominic said.

“There, that wasn’t so hard was it now? Okay, you’re doing well but we need to work out what the triggers are for your sordid thoughts. Maybe it’s smell. Okay, scoot forward until your nose is against me” Evelyn said and inwardly smiled as he did so.

“Good, now bear with me” she said and reaching down, she helped his nose push against her slit.

“Okay, now is your desire stronger than before or less?” Evelyn asked him.

“Um, much stronger Ms Coney” Dominic said.

Evelyn was beginning to get wet now but was having fun spinning this out. Glancing up at the wall, she knew they had 45 minutes left of the hour’s session. Each session was £40 and he paid at the end of it usually.

“Okay, so it could be smell. But we need to compare it to another sense. So far, we’ve covered sight, smell and I guess a little bit of touch. We need to see if the link is maybe even triggered by taste. So what I need you to do is pretend this is one of your lovers say and do what you usually do, then after a minute tell me if your desire is stronger, just the same or less. Can you manage that?” Evelyn said matter of factly.

“Um, oh, yes Ms Coney” Dominic said.

“Well, begin then” Evelyn said and had to bite back the gasp as his tongue pushed inside her lips like a velvet glove.

Evelyn kept her eye on her watch and after about a minute and a half, Dominic stopped.

“Ms Coney?” he asked.

“Yes young man?” she replied.

“Um, my desires are stronger I think” he stammered.

“Really? Oh, I wasn’t sure what the result would be. Well, I think it’s important to see if perhaps the length of time makes your sordid wants lessen. Okay, we’ll continue for now. I mean continue with the touch experiment and let me have a think” Evelyn said to him, smiling as his tongue resumed it’s oral toil.

“I need to note some of this down so I’ll keep you out of sight and out of mind for now” Evelyn said and let her skirt cover his head, hiding in between her thighs.

Now that Dominic couldn’t see her, Evelyn locked her hands behind her head, legs over his shoulders and grinned at the empty office around her. She was being licked out and the hunk thought it was all part of his therapy. Oh, it was definitely going to be part of his therapy alright! Evelyn now decided she had every intention of making this a solo project that would last a long time! At 48, she had experienced some wonderful lovers but this young man was definitely the most skilled pussy eater she had ever known. His tongue had straightened to fuck her pussy gently and she reasoned she would have to cum at least once before he left. Flipping back the skirt so she could see him, she watched him work his tongue inside her.

“Okay, well, obviously I’m not a robot Dominic and it may be that our experiment accidentally causes me to have an orgasm, you understand? So rather than pretend I’ve not had one, I’ll let you know when I’m close okay?” Evelyn told him.

“Yes Ms Coney” Dominic replied, resuming his work.

Evelyn began to enjoy what he was doing and a couple of times directed him to different areas of her pussy with his tongue until her hands directed him to her now engorged clit. Her orgasm began and her legs tightened as she gasped and sighed.

“Okay, keep doing that, your sordid act has almost got me off. Don’t stop” she gasped as she came at last.

It seemed to last a couple of minutes then she realised she was holding his head tightly to her and let go, pushing down on it a little bit.

“Clean me up now” she said and lounged in her chair as his tongue lapped all the moisture from her whole crotch.

At last, it was over and she directed him to stop.

“Okay, well I think we’ve made some progress as we’ve looked different stimuli triggers but we need to really get to the cause of them and there’s a long way to go. Same time Thursday” Evelyn said as Dominic got up from the ground.

“Okay, so I’m making progress you think? Thanks Ms Coney” he said hopefully.

Taking out £40 from his wallet, he paid Ms Coney then left while she chuckled to herself. Thursday was 3 days away and she couldn’t wait.

Thursday rolled round and at 7pm, Dominic arrived and noticed Evelyn was dressed this time in a shorter skirt. kaçak iddaa Unknown to him, she had hold ups on and no knickers once again. He was soon seated and Evelyn made a great show of checking notes and looking over her glasses studiously at him.

“Okay, this will be an instant response session” she said knowingly.

“Um sure Ms Coney” Dominic replied, not a clue what she was on about.

“You’ll be tested shortly. I mean, for example, the next session will be about alternative response then the next one is positional response so I’ve got my work cut out” Evelyn said in mock resignation.

“Oh, well thanks very much Ms Coney” Dominic said amiably.

“Right, well for instant response, you have to respond how you would to certain tasks or questions and I need to ascertain your speed of response, okay?” said Evelyn.

“Yes Ms Coney” Dominic replied.

“Right, well what are your thoughts when you see this?” she asked and slid her skirt up, parting her thighs to reveal her bare crotch.

“Um, well, I um, you know, think about going down on you” Dominic said, staring.

“Okay, well that was the easy bit, I thought you would say that. So if I said, begin immediately, what will be your physical reaction? Not verbal, just reply with an action” Evelyn said.

Dominic hesitated, thinking the question through and she could see he was trying to justify this as simply a test but he reached a decision quickly and moved to kneel between her legs without speaking.

“That was fairly instant, but it wasn’t completely instant, was it? You hesitated for a while. Now, we’ll try this again. This time, we’ll try the taste response. Your reaction?” challenged Evelyn.

The response was instant and his tongue was against her cunt immediately.

“That was better. Okay, I have my doubts on the taste test so continue with this one for the time being” she said and let her legs rest on his shoulders again while he ate her pussy.

Evelyn was still a good looking woman but time and a busy work schedule didn’t leave lots of time for the gym. She attended at the weekends and usually one morning a week but was still the latter side of a UK size 14. No matter, her client wasn’t here to judge how thick or how lithe her thighs were, he was there to be cured by Evelyn and she was working hard at doing that.

“It might help you if you show me your full repertoire” Evelyn said to him suddenly.

“Sorry, I’m not sure I follow Ms Coney” Dominic said.

“Well, as you’re obsessed by this, you must think you are good at it. So imagine for argument’s sake this is a pussy eating contest and you are giving your best performance to secure a a place in the final and try out all your special moves. Can you do that?” Evelyn challenged.

“Yes Ms Coney” he said and immediately attacked her pussy again.

“Now remember, your absolute best” she warned him and gasped as his tongue seemed to go further than a tongue ever had inside her.

Evelyn thought through things. After this session there would be another 7 sessions. After the next two and depending on how he did, she would make the last 5 very special sessions indeed. After that, well she needed to have a think about things further; they could continue private tuition for, oh as long as she could stand!

Dominic’s tongue was like a magic wand, licking in all the right places, pausing to lap gently, tongue fucking her deeply and teasing up to her clitoris before dropping back again. This was the life; Evelyn may have overstepped the mark with her client but he was somehow buying into the fact this was helping him. Or maybe he just loved licking pussy that much, he would lick anyone who wanted him to. No matter, once the 12 sessions were up, they could do private house therapy and see how long he could stand that for. She was going to struggle and hold her orgasm back but reasoned maybe an early one would let her enjoy a proper session of pussylicking before the 2nd one.

“We should test your emotional responses and I’ll be doing this across all our remaining sessions. To start with though, if you were doing this to a past sexual partner and they called you a name, say cuntlicker or oral slut, which would you be least enamoured by?” Evelyn suddenly asked him.

“Um, cuntlicker Ms Coney?” Dominic said.

“Okay. Well, continue, actually go up a bit now, to my clit. That’s it, work it over now” she insisted.

Dominic’s mouth latched onto the bud and he sucked gently, his tongue moving at the speed of a hummingbird as she began to reach orgasm.

“Keep sucking cuntlicker, don’t you dare stop now” Evelyn hissed and then the orgasm hit hard and her thighs locked against him like trees in a gale.

Once it was over, he lapped gently and she directed him to try and catch any stray juices on her thighs and then to suck any moisture from her pussy hairs before resuming a gentle tongue action inside her.

“What went wrong there?” Evelyn asked him.

“I’m not sure I follow Ms Coney” Dominic said hesitantly.

“Well, kaçak bahis I thought we were making progress but I’m afraid to say you were worse that time than the last time. Why? What I mean is I am trying to get you to the point of being so enthusiastic about this that you eventually go the other way and are not enthralled and desperate to lick pussy whenever you see one. But although you clearly aren’t cured, you didn’t give your all there and you did say you would” she said accusingly.

“Sorry Ms Coney, um, I thought I was really trying” Dominic apologised to her.

“I can see I have my work cut out anyway. No matter, but next session I want a real improvement. Now then, take your time and I’ll let you know when to move up again” she informed him.

Not much more was said, apart from Evelyn occasionally making some detached observation but soon she felt her barriers drop again and the gorgeous young man’s skills took her over the edge again. It was already just over the hour and she ushered him away, before smartening herself up a bit.

Dominic went to pay her and she took the £40 before bidding him goodbye. The next session would be on Tuesday.

ALTERNATIVE RESPONSE SESSION 6

Evelyn wore a long but loose skirt for this session, minus knickers. When Dominic pulled up a chair she glanced at him over her glasses.

“Okay young man, this session is about alternative response. Now then, in order for this to work, it will require something different. First off, kneel here for me” Evelyn said indicating in front of her.

Dominic obeyed whilst she held up her skirt.

“Closer!” she barked to him and he shuffled right between her thighs.

Once there, she covered him with her skirt.

“Now then, for a dark task we need a dark atmosphere. This time, can you locate my asscheeks? Okay, now then part them gently and bring your tongue to bear on my sphincter, yes like that. But you’re going to work it inside; c’mon it’s not that hard surely? There, now, withdraw slightly and then back in. Can’t you go further? Okay, that’s a little better. But keep going that far on every thrust, yes good. Okay, keep doing that while I record your response, obviously this is an alternative to some of our earlier sessions hence it being an alternative response session. But remember, just because it’s a different therapy, the eagerness to improve must be evident. Okay, you’ve got the hang of it, now just keep repeating” Evelyn instructed him.

She grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it excitedly as Dominic licked her ass like he was born to it. He could lick her pussy later but right now, she was revelling in the power she felt over him and the belief this would only get better with time. After over 20 minutes of this, Evelyn felt amazing. She rolled her skirt up and watched his flushed face pressed up against her asscheeks while his wonderful tongue thrust deep into her asshole.

“Okay, up for now. We can do that again another time” Evelyn said.

Dominic moved up to her pussy, grateful for the respite his tongue felt. It was a real strain to rim Ms Coney for so long and the base of his tongue felt tender but he took to the new task with equal effort. Soon, Evelyn had her legs and hands holding him to her pussy as she came hard. So hard in fact, that she even finished the session 5 minutes early, absentmindedly telling him to leave the money on her desk and go.

POSITIONAL RESPONSE SESSION 7

When Dominic came next time he was surprised and aroused to see Evelyn wearing an unusually short skirt. It came up high on her thighs and she was standing, her bum leaning against her desk. She glanced at him and as per usual he locked the door first.

“Okay, positional response. Come here, no kneel again” Evelyn said quickly.

Dominic approached and knelt before her.

“Now then, what do you see?” Evelyn said.

“Uh, your pussy Ms Coney” Dominic said and indeed it was naked and visible between her thighs.

“And you feel the same way as always?” Evelyn checked.

“Um yes Ma’am” he said.

“Okay, well it seems it doesn’t matter the position, your filthy mind still thinks the same way. Well, in that case use your tongue” she ordered him and he complied immediately.

OVERINDULGENCE RESPONSE SESSIONS 8 TO 12

Evelyn decided that the remaining office sessions would as much as she could handle.

“Dominic for the next 5 sessions I’m going to do reverse psychology. For example, sometimes when someone gives up smoking, they have one last night and smoke as many cigarettes as they can. Almost making themselves sick in fact. They then feel it’s easier to give up and by proxy they break the habit. Same with this. You will be overindulged, you will eat as much pussy and ass as both of us can humanely handle and I’m sure at the end of it all, you will not have the same strong desires as you did previously. You see?” Evelyn said to him.

“Yes Ms Coney. So you think if I do it so much, I won’t want to do it anymore?” Dominic checked.

“Exactly. But it’s not going to be easy for us these next 5 sessions however lets make the most of the time we have. If you could begin immediately” Evelyn ordered him and his tongue was inside her in less than 20 seconds.

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Mrs. O’Malley’s Golden Juices Ch. 14

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(Please be advised that this is a very nasty story, with an older woman dominating a younger man, with scenes of golden showers, farting and creampie eating. Some like this genre, some don’t, but there you have the caveat before reading. Thank you)

Susan O’Malley was pissed.

She’d been puttering around the house, and had changed into her running clothes for a quick jog on this humid morning, and had darted upstairs to take a quick leak. After she did, she flushed the toilet. And nothing happened.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groused to herself, lifting the top off the tank looking for what, she didn’t know.

Something was broken, she was sure of it, but she wasn’t a plumber. So she called one, a local guy in town whose name she’d seen on trucks.

“No, I have no idea what’s wrong, that’s why I’m calling,” she said, irritated, to the man who answered and sounded equally irritated.

“Can’t help you right now, lady,” the guy growled. “We’re pretty flat out. Maybe by 4 or 5 o’clock, I can send one of the new guys.”

“Fine, whatever works,” she snapped, slamming down the phone.

It was 2. She went for her run, working up a good sweat, leaving her body slick and soaked, just the way she liked it. For 65 years old, the slender granny was in great shape, her body sinewy and lean, her legs her best asset.

She got back around 3, and toyed with the idea of taking a shower, but didn’t want to miss the plumber coming in case he came early. So she waited, getting angrier by the minute, and taking the occasional piss in the broken toilet. Which after awhile imbued the humid air in the bathroom with a strong, heady scent of urine that combined with the thick stench of funky sweat from a pile of dirty clothes she’d left by the washing machine.

And that pleased her.

Susan O’Malley was a piss freak. She loved dominating young people, men and women, making them her piss slaves, forcing them to drink hers, lick her, service her. At first they’d resist – or pretend to. But it never lasted long and soon they’d be her submissive piss slaves.

She sniffed the air after her last piss, feeling her hairy pussy moisten. The aroma always got to her, and now as she sat on the bowl, letting the remnants of her golden juices dribble through her furry lips and tinkle into the yellow water below, she fingered herself, licking them, devouring the flavor and scent.

“Oh fuck…oh yeah….fuck yeah…,” she moaned, finger flying faster, lewd wet sounds echoing in the bowl as she drew close to finishing.

Then the doorbell rang.

“Motherfucker, you have GOT to be kidding me!” she snarled, pulling up her damp panties over her glistening bush and tugging her super short white running shorts back up her sturdy, tanned legs.

She stomped down stairs in her sweaty white mid-calf socks, storming to the door and drawing it open. There stood a man, a young man, a handsome young man with a shirt bearing the name of the plumbing company on one pocket and “Tommy” stitched on the other.

“Mrs…O’Malley?” he said in a squeaky boy voice looking at a paper in his hand, his dark hair hanging over his flashing brown eyes. “You called?”

“Yes indeed, I am Mrs. O’Malley, and I did call,” she said with a sultry growl. “And you must be…Tommy, from the looks of it. Here to fix my plumbing are ya, kid?”

“Um…yes ma’am, I uh…got here soon as I could, been a busy day…” he stammered nervously.

She liked young boys, especially nervous ones. They made the most compliant slaves. She waved him in and he trudged in behind her, big canvas workbag in his hand, brimming with tools and parts and other things she didn’t concern herself with.

“How old are you, Tommy?” she asked as they stood in the kitchen, Tommy looking away, anywhere but at the very sexy older woman standing before him in tight t-shirt, tiny white shorts and socks. “You’re kinda young to be a plumber aren’t you?”

“I’m 21 ma’am, learning all the time,” he said proudly. “Just about to open my own business.”

“Well that’s great, young man, just great!” she laughed, walking away and up the stairs, the boy in tow, she feeling his gaze on her shapely ass and muscular legs as she did. “And for now, you can work on my pipes!”

They walked into the bathroom and instantly Tommy stopped, wrinkling his nose. The scent was overwhelming, pungent and powerful. He eyed the dirty laundry on the floor, a mix of worn panties, stained yellow and brown, and socks of various colors from a week’s worth of working and running.

He let out a small, barely perceptible groan. But Susan heard it. And noticed the slight shiver that seemed to course through his tall, lean, muscular young body.

That pleased her.

She walked to the toilet, pointing.

“Here it is,” she said, adding with a giggle, “sorry about what’s in the bowl, I can’t flush it. Frightful smell, isn’t it? So sorry about that, hope you don’t mind…”

“I..we’ve uh, seen…and smelled worse, ma’am, believe me,” he said, his nervousness mounting, that bahis firmaları shiver returning as he gazed into the deep yellow water in the bowl, swallowing hard.

“Oh, I’m sure you have, young man, I’m sure you’ve had…and dealt with it, right?” she said in that sultry voice she’d greeted him with earlier.

“Yes..yes ma’am…” he said, now lifting the top off the tank and jiggling the workings inside.

She watched him, leaning on the bathroom counter, arms crossed, drinking the sight of him in, his ass tight in his work pants. She liked what she saw.

“Ah, here’s the problem,” he said, pointing to something that she really wasn’t looking at. “This little plastic piece that controls the flow…snapped off, happens all the time.”

“Is it terribly HARD to fix?” she cooed as she stepped closer to him, nearly brushing his slightly trembling body, emphasizing the word.

Tommy gulped again. He indeed was getting hard. He’d long been fascinated by sexy older women, and Mrs. O’Malley was by far the sexiest one he had ever seen, despite the aroma in the room. Or, he realized as his cock twitched in his pants, because of it.

“No…no, not at all…I have the part I need in the truck, be right back,” he said, walking past her, again casting a furtive eye on that disgusting but alluring pile of foul panties and socks.

“How long will it take?” she asked, following him out.

“Half hour, tops, ma’am,” he said.

“I’m thinking of going for a run…another run, actually, I had one already but cut it short to come wait for you,” she said. “Gotta keep this old lady body in shape ya know!”

He turned, a weak smile on his handsome young face, beads of sweat on his brow. Susan had him just where she wanted him. She smiled back.

“I don’t look bad for an old broad, do I?” she teased, spinning around and standing on tiptoes, making her remarkable calves bulge in muscle above her white socks.

That groan. She heard it again. And liked it.

“No, no ma’am, you look…you look great,” he said with a sighing enthusiasm. “Way better than my grandma, who’s about your age, I guess…”

“That’s so sweet of you, thanks, Tommy,” she giggled, cupping his chin playfully and tweaking his nose. “You get to work, I’ll be right back…but first, I gotta go again, you know, tinkle! Hope you don’t mind me adding to that nasty mess in the bowl!”

“No..no ma’am,” he groaned, heading for the truck.

She laughed to herself and walked upstairs. She didn’t have to piss. What she did have to do was pick up her cell phone, put it on video, and hide it on the bathroom counter, behind some makeup and pill bottles, angling it to take in the toilet – and the pile of laundry nearby.

“Like the spider and the fly,” she smiled to herself, walking out.

She went for her run, working it hard, getting sweatier by the pounding step, taking a half hour and turning back to her house. Inside, Tommy was standing at the kitchen counter, writing out her bill, his bag beside him.

“Everything working?” she asked, wiping her sweaty brow with her forearm.

“Yes, ma’am, it was easy,” he said, looking a bit more relaxed than before. “Just making out the bill. Did you want to pay by check, cash or have us bill you in the mail?”

“What’re the damages?” Susan asked.

“Not bad, I hope, $150,” he answered, handing her the bill.

“No, not bad at all,” she said. “Especially when they send a handsome young stud like you to fix my pipes!”

His nervousness returned, his smile forced and shy.

“Lemme get my purse, it’s upstairs,” she said, darting by him. “And gotta pee again in my newly fixed toilet!”

“Sure thing, Mrs. O’Malley, sure thing,” he called after her.

She went into the bathroom, picking up the hidden phone. She stopped the recording and hit play back.

And pay dirt.

There on the small screen, as she watched, her cunt getting wetter by the second, was this handsome young plumbing apprentice sniffing the bowl, kneeling, groaning, palming his hard cock through his pants, devouring her pissy scent.

“Oh my God, Mrs. O’Malley…you stink…your piss…fuck!” she heard him say, the words echoing in the bowl with his head inside, so close to it, making him wonder if he were licking away down there.

She fingered her pussy, slamming her hand under her shorts, frigging the sweaty, fragrant cunt as she now watched him shuffle over to the pile of clothes, burying his face in them, inhaling deeply. He fished his cock out and jerked. Her eyes widened. It was one of the biggest, meatiest cocks she had ever seen. And had to have.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, working herself into an orgasmic frenzy as Tommy was doing on her cell phone, a pair of rancid panties jammed to his face, his other hand flying up and down his cock, cumming in long thick ropes that landed on the pile, soaking her socks and panties.

He finished, carefully putting the pile together to hide the liquid evidence of his perverse lust. Then calmly, he returned to the bowl to fix it.

kaçak iddaa “Mmmm, that was interesting,” she said, pulling her fingers from her cunt to sniff and lick clean.

She walked to the top of the stairs.

“Tommy, will you come up here please?” she called out. “Something I want to show you.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. O’Malley!” he said brightly, bounding up the stairs.

She walked into the bathroom, standing by the toilet, flushing it.

“Now that makes me happy!” she said.

She held up her phone.

“Now this,” she said, starting the video and walking to him, holding it to his face, “should THIS make me happy young man?”

Tommy’s mouth dropped open as the video played, face ashen, eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. Susan stood, phone in hand up to his face, the other arm crossed over her slender middle, affecting a stern look despite her urge to laugh.

“Oh my GOD!” he blurted, looking away, covering his eyes, leaning against the door frame, aghast and ashamed. “I’m….oh my God, I’m so sorry, so sorry….”

He was shaking, he was scared, he was totally humiliated. Just the way she liked it.

She stopped the play back, stepping closer toward him, a stern look on her pretty, sexily wrinkled face.

“I wonder,” she said darkly and dominantly. “What your boss would say if he saw this?”

Tommy stood up straight, more frightened than ever, his eyes on her, begging.

“Oh God…please, please, Mrs. O’Malley, please don’t…” he cried. “He’d fire me…I’d be ruined….”

“Yeah, that would pretty much fuck up your plans to start your own business now wouldn’t it, if word got out?” she asked dryly. “Who’d want a piss-loving pervert in their house, right?”

“Please!” he cried again. “I’ll do…anything…what do you….anything, just don’t tell him, or anyone, my God, my God!”

He slumped against the wall, head in his hands, practically sobbing.

“Did you like it?”

He looked through his fingers.

“I’m…sorry?”

“I said, did you like it?” Susan continued, her voice softening, a bit more playful, walking back toward the bowl, his eyes drawn to those legs again.

“I….no…I mean…I….”

“Oh, come now, Thomas,” she growled. “You MUST have liked it! You were smelling my piss…practically licking it! And my filthy socks and soiled panties, in your face, jerking your…well, your rather beautiful young COCK, cumming into them!”

He watched, transfixed, as she slithered out of her shorts, peeling off her top and bra, standing now in white panties and socks.

“Did. You. Like. It,” she snarled.

He could only stare. And very slowly nod his head.

“I thought so,” Susan sighed. “Well then, I think we can work something out, keep this unfortunate incident between us…”

She slowly, very slowly looked down at her crotch as she stood, Tommy’s eyes following, thick curls of pubic hair blossoming out the sides of the panty.

And she pissed. She stood, pissing just a little bit, biting her lip as she did, moving her eyes back up to watch him watch her pissing her panties. The heat of it filled her senses, a big dark patch spreading over the front of the fabric, a thin, hot, wet blanket sheeting down her slightly saggy and wrinkled and sexy brown thighs, trickling over her knees to her sweat socks that clung to her solid calves.

“Oh….my….God….” Tommy gasped.

She slowly peeled her panties down, sitting on the bowl, finishing her piss – and watching him. He was holding his breath, staring and listening to the gush of it and the loud tinkling sound of piss hitting water, then waning into singular, tantalizing droplets.

She stood, pubic hair soaked with urine and sweat. And slowly pulled her panties back up, over the matted, glistening fur.

“C’mere boy,” she snarled, curling a finger at him.

Tommy could not help but obey. Susan leaned on the bathroom counter, spreading her meaty legs. Tommy stood, unsure of what to do. She pointed to the floor.

“Kneel down, boy,” she hissed. “And suck my pissy panties!”

He blinked at her, eyes wide with fear, terror, uncertainty and want. She made his decision easy, cupping his head in her hands and pulling him to his knees, ramming his face into her crotch and slamming her muscular old thighs shut on his ears. She locked him firmly to her dripping, pungent panty-covered cunt.

“For fuck’s sake, boy, SUCK the piss outta my panties!” she snarled, throbbing her lean legs on his trapped head.

“MMGHLPFF!” he cried out, a scream muffled in her wet crotch.

But he sucked, he sucked hard, his mouth open, lips wide, tongue darting over the moist fabric as he sucked the wet from it. His eyes rolled over white in the sockets, Susan smiling at his complete, groaning acquiescence, now quivering her thighs on his head, pushing forward, holding it, grinding his face.

“Mmmm, that’s right, boy, suck my piss…suck it alllll up….” she cooed.

He obeyed, filling his mouth with her golden juices sucked from the kaçak bahis soaked panty, devouring her, feeling his cock about to burst in his pants. His hands trembled as he pawed the thighs crushing his skull, marveling at their silky, seductive feel and the muscular tension beneath the skin. He groaned, madly sucking, licking, cleaning her foul panties, aching for release.

“I’d say you like my piss, boy,” she growled, suddenly unlocking her lethal thighs and twisting his head toward the toilet, sticking his face in the bowl and the glistening gold below. “Let’s see HOW much!”

He resisted, and she welcomed it, she liked her piss victims to struggle. He was not entirely sure he could lap the foul-smelling water that had gushed moments earlier into the bowl, a sound he found supremely sexy. Now that ripeness hit him, far sharper than that in her wet panties, and he pushed back as she pushed his head in.

“I said LICK that piss!” she howled, now kneeling on his bent back, driving him inside.

His face plunged into the still warm piss, up to the ears, and despite his struggles, he could not pull away. Susan knelt on one leg, bending her other up to push the back of his head with her socked foot, laughing maniacally as she finally heard his desperate gulps, ingesting mouthfuls of her stinky urine. She made him drink for a full 30 seconds before releasing him. He sprang back, gasping, Susan standing and roaring with laughter.

He sat back on his haunches, grabbing a nearby towel and frantically wiping his face. And there in his pants, Susan loved noticing, was the bulge of his unmistakably hard cock. She nudged it with her socked foot.

“Well, well, well, you DO like it!” she laughed. “Tell me boy, and don’t lie or I’ll know: Have you ever indulged this piss fantasy before?”

His panting slowed, his face looking down at the foot on his cock.

“No,” he said softly, shaking his head, the wet strands of hair in his face. “Never.”

“But you’d thought about it, right?” she continued.

A pause. Then a slow nod of his head. She smiled.

“And how’s the reality working for you now that you’ve had the real thing?”

“I…I don’t know…it’s…different…I’m not sure….if I really DO like it!”

“Well now,” she sighed, grabbing his hair and forcing him on his knees to shuffle over to the pile of filthy laundry and ramming his face into it. “All the better!”

He fought back again, the stench overpowering him, that heady mix of piss and ass and sweat – and, he realized with horror, his own cum. She was too strong, though, his mind and body weakened from everything happening to him, and he couldn’t pull his face from the foul-smelling clothes.

“I need to do laundry,” she said. “And I’ve just the thing!”

She straddled his neck now, pulling his hair up so the back of his head nestled against her wet cunt. Crossing her feet, she clamped her thighs on his neck and squeezed. He let out a long, desperate groan of pain, the pressure surprising him. He was stunned that a woman so old could exert so much power with what looked to be fairly skinny legs.

“Now let’s see,” she sighed, bending over, the inner thigh muscles stretching and flexing against his neck, slowing the blood to his brain, making him groggy. “Where is it….”

She pulled out a particularly soggy, foul pair of panties and stood, holding them to her nose.

“Yup, these are the ones,” she laughed. “The ones you came in. The ones we’ll start with!”

Tommy could only watch as the sticky panties came before his face, his hands drooping to the floor, weak from her squeezing thighs on his neck. She balled the fabric up, showing him the crusty crotch panel, opening his mouth and forcing it inside. The stench hit him like a hammer, cum, piss, ass, sweat, permeating his existence, the taste thick and foul on his tongue.

“Clean ’em, boy,” she snarled.

She stuffed her fingers into his mouth along with the cum-soaked panty, scraping it around on his tongue, lips, teeth and cheeks, scrubbing it clean. A moment later, she tugged it out and Timmy gasped for air, struggling to pull his head from the vise-grip legs scissoring it, and failing.

“Nice job,” she sighed, dropping the panty, bending and picking up a pair of short, black trouser socks. “Oh, these are nasty, wore them to work for about four days before I changed ’em!”

In they went, stuffed into his moaning mouth for cleaning, Susan scrubbing them around inside and pulling them out, repeating the process over and over with other socks, other panties. She kept him in her gripping legs for a solid half hour as she plunged her foul clothes in and out of his mouth.

When she was finished, he was practically out cold, groggy from her scissoring thighs and the sheer humiliation of what she’d put him through. His hands limply pawed her locked, socked feet.

“Plea….pleesh…no more, Mrs. O’M…..” he said in slurring tone, barely able to stay awake.

She laughed, finally releasing her crushing thighs from his neck, and stepped back letting him fall to the floor. She stepped over him and reached inside the shower, turning it on, then peeled off her panties and socks. Flipping him to his back, she straddled him, balled them up and stuffed them into his mouth.

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