Jason had just finished washing the dishes from his dinner when he heard the knock on the door. He sighed, expecting it to be another late night delivery. He turned around and shook his head, chuckling a light chuckle to himself. What did they want now, he thought.

The last thing he expected was his neighbour’s hot daughter standing on his porch with her arms behind her back and a shy, but cute smile on her lips.

“Hey uh, Cassie? Is it?” he greeted, rubbing the back of his neck in surprise. He couldn't recall ever having a conversation with her before, but he had certainly noticed her watching him from her window on more than one occasion.

"C-Casey, actually," she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. "Yeah, it's Casey."

“Casey, sorry,” Jason noted. “What’re you doing here?” He couldn’t help but take in the way her dress clung to her petite frame, showcasing her slender waist and the curve of her hips. She was so much shorter than him, he noted. He noticed the way her lips parted slightly as she figured out what to say, and the nervous glint in her eyes. He felt a stirring and he couldn’t help but feel tempted to pull her inside and just have his way with her.

“I just, I just wanted to…” her words blurred together as Jason imagined her bent over his kitchen counter, her dress hiked up around her waist as he thrusted into her from behind. He imagined grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, exposing her neck as he lavished it with kisses. He imagined the soft whimpers and moans that would escape her lips, the way her body would tremble with pleasure beneath his touch, the way she would squeal as she squirts on his cock.

“Can I?” she asked, her voice pulling him back to reality.

“Can you?” Jason repeated, more to himself than to her.

“C-can I come in?” Casey clarified, her cheeks growing even pinker with embarrassment. She couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under Jason's intense gaze, but she forced herself to maintain eye contact, to show him that she's not just some naive girl. She's a woman, and she wanted him.

“Oh yeah, of course, sorry about that,” he cleared his throat, snapping out of his fantasy and stepping aside to let Casey in. He watched as she walked by him, her hips swaying ever so slightly with each step. His blood was on fire as he took in how utterly stunning she looked in her dress. It hugged her petite frame so nicely and so perfectly that he could practically see the outline of her lace panties underneath. He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts bounced lightly with each step she took, and the way her cheeks were flushed a soft pink. She was so adorably sexy.

As she walked past him, he caught a whiff of her sweet perfume. It took Jason every ounce of willpower to stop himself from grabbing her and pressing her up against the wall, his lips crashing down onto hers. But he knew he couldn't do that. Not yet, at least. He had to take things slow, to make sure she was comfortable with him. Even still, he wanted her so badly.

“So, Casey, what brings you over?” he asked sitting down on the couch, his voice laced with desire even as he tried to hide it. He watched as she sat down to face him. Her eyes were wide, uncertain, and shy.

"I just wanted to see you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I've always thought you were, um, I don't know, like really, um, hot," she admitted, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. "I've seen you around, splitting wood, working on your truck, and I just... I think you're amazing."

Jason couldn't help but smirk at her words.

“Well then, it just so happens that I think you’re really hot too,” he responded, his eyes gleaming with amusement and interest. He saw the surprise and pleasure on her face, and he felt his heart quicken in response. Casey blushed, looking down into her lap.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asked, his voice low and husky. He watched as she nodded, her eyes still downcast. Slowly, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. He could feel her breath hitch as his lips met hers. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. Casey hesitated for a moment, before responding eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed herself against him.

Jason pulled her up and onto his lap, his hands caressing her body through the tight, red summer dress. He could feel the heat of her desire through the fabric, and he couldn't resist the urge to slip his hands underneath her dress. He gently caressed her thighs, feeling her legs tremble in response. His fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, and he could feel how damp they were. Casey moaned softly, her body arching towards his touch.

Jason's fingers continued to explore Casey’s most intimate areas, teasing her with feather-light touches that sent shivers down her spine.

“You’re so wet for me,” Jason growled against her lips as his fingers began to lightly tease her soaking wet inner thighs. It felt so good, Casey broke the kiss burying her face in Jason’s chest as his fingers continued to play around with the outside of her panties. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could sense the raw desire emanating from him. It made her heart race, her breath hitch, and she couldn't help but moan as his fingers grazed against her sensitive skin. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but she didn't want him to stop. She needed him to keep going.

“Claim me,” Casey whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own pounding heart. She looked up at Jason, her eyes pleading with him to take control.

Jason didn't hesitate. He slid Casey's panties to the side, exposing her slick folds to his gaze. He could see how wet she was, how ready she was for him. He couldn't resist the urge to taste her, to feel her against his lips. Jason carefully lowered Casey down on the couch, resting her head against a cushion as he slid her panties down her legs. Casey lifted her hips to help him, her legs spread wide in offering. Jason knelt between them, his gaze locked onto Casey's glistening and drenched folds. He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Casey whimpered, her fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as she anticipation built up inside her.

Jason's tongue darted out, tracing a line along Casey's slit. She gasped out, whimpering and moaning. She was so wet, so ready for him. She lay there, writhing and squirming in pure ecstasy as Jason lapped at her folds with fervor, his tongue delving deeper into her slickness with each passing moment. She could hear the wet sounds of his tongue against her folds, could feel the intensity of each stroke. She let out a soft cry as she began to tremble, her orgasm closing in eagerly. Jason reached up, two of his fingers now probing her pussy with hungered urgency. As soon as his pointer and middle finger entered Casey, she squealed.

"Oh god, yes!" Casey's voice rang out as she leaked ecstasy, her orgasm shaking her to her very core. Jason could only smirk as he lifted himself up.

“You came so easily,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He gently removed his fingers from Casey's pulsing pussy, her wetness coating them. Casey's eyes were still closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She was still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Tongue out,” Jason said, a command that Casey dared not defy. “Taste your sweetness.”

Casey obeyed, sticking out her tongue and allowing Jason’s fingers to enter. She tasted her own sweetness, a mix of pleasure and lust filling her as she did. Casey couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to have him take her fully.

Jason watched with bated breath, his eyes dark with desire as she sucked his fingers. He couldn’t help but smile. Such a good girl, he thought to himself. He needed her now. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“I think it’s time I take you upstairs,” he said, his voice a low growl, one filled with need. Casey nodded eagerly, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of what was to come. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she didn't want it to stop. It couldn’t stop, she thought. She wouldn’t let it.

Jason stood up, offering Casey his hand. She took it, and he lifted her into his arms. She felt so small, so delicate as his biceps flexed under her light weight.

"You're so beautiful,” he whispered to her. His voice was a worship and she needed more. He carried her up the stairs, his footsteps heavy on the wooden steps. Casey rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. And as they reached the top of the stairs, Jason carried Casey into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.

The End (Of Part 2) 🤭🤭🤭

*This is before the events of The Pro’s and Con’s of Being A Girl’s Volleyball Coach, but after the events of any of the other stories within the series. I hope you enjoy!* 

It was a bright and sunny day outside, the perfect day to be apartment shopping. I had recently decided that I needed to get my own place after the passing of my grandparents, even though their house automatically went to me, I still felt like I needed to find my own space. So, with the money from selling their original house, I wanted to find myself something more cozy. They hadn’t had a big house, but it was still big enough for one person to feel too roomy in, and I wanted something more enclosed to feel at home. 

I found this place not too far from the University I was attending, which meant a lot of things were close to me including a grocery store, places to eat and drink, and all that jazz. Plus it was in a decent neighborhood too; The areas surrounding the University were notoriously shit, but this was just far enough away that it was in a nice part of the city. 

I made it to the spot with perfect timing, giving me no reason to hang out, so I ventured up the stairs to the second story and knocked on the door. I was meeting the real estate agent, named Joy for the tour. I was a little nervous only because while it was all great seeming around me, I worried that it would be out of my pay grade, and thus would just be wasting my time. But before I could think more on that, the door opened for me. 

“Hi! Are you Lou Smith?” Said the woman in a chipper tone, Joy I could only guess, who revealed herself from behind the door. 

“Yeah, thats me.” I replied, feeling a slight smile on my face as I felt it slightly flush as she gave me a whole body glance. Joy held herself with a professional kind of confidence, with a bright smile, and direct eye contact. Alongside that, she was an Asian baddie. She was a good 6-7 inches shorter than me, but instead had curves that seemed to go on forever between her tits and hips. 

“Welcome in, you’re just on time!” She said before stepping aside for me to enter, making my brain come back to reality. 

“Thanks.” I said as I entered the space. From the moment my feet hit the floor, I felt that this place was the right fit for me. “Wow, this is great.” 

“Right?” Joy happily replied as she began to give me the tour. “So it’s a single bedroom, single bathroom flat, with most of the floor plan made of the living room and kitchen here.” 

I followed her around, listening to how she described when and how the building was constructed, and all the good features that came with it. My brain did listen, but my eyes couldn’t help but constantly stare at her beautiful body. She was wearing a professional dress suit; A white button down shirt that stuck to her likely C+ cups tightly, a black mid-length skirt that showed off her strong thighs, and a pair of simple flats. 

“All of the furniture here in the bedroom is brand new, including this very comfy mattress!” She giggled as she took a seat on the very cushy seeming bed, making me realize something. 

“So, all of the furniture comes with the house?” I asked. 

“Yes Sir! All of the furniture here comes with the house, and will be incorporated in the price fairly.” She explained, letting her head fall to one side comfortably. I walked over to the window that looked out onto the main thorough fair of the city, which wasn’t the best view, but was fun for people watching at least. 

“Hm, that makes sense, and the price is the next thing that I would want to talk about.” I stated, turning back to see her leaning on her hands. 

“Of course! For what you get: The furniture, the neighborhood, the appliances, and with the current rate of the housing market, you’d be looking at $750 a month, plus utilities and any additions you’d like to make to the place.” She replied in a casual manner. 

“Hooo, that's a pretty penny.” I commented with a chuckle. It was just on that edge of where technically I could do it, but it make every other part of my finances really tight. “I’m not saying no right away, but am wondering if there’s anyway I could bargain for a slightly better plan?” 

“Well,” Joy got up and began to get closer to me. I knew that I was a decently good looking guy, no six pack or anything, but a lean body that I kept in shape, my height close to six feet, and my course black hair that was a messy handsome style by nature. I knew too that I was wearing an outfit that showed off my body, but not to an extreme point; With a tighter fitting black t-shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans that fit perfectly. “Maybe there’s a way we could bargain.” She said in a lower tone as her finger pressed into my chest and started to slowly trail down. 

My head reflexively looked at her finger as it made it’s way down to my abdomen, and then came back up to stare her in the eye, silently asking if this was happening. She starred straight back at me, and bit her lower lip in that perfectly seductive way that told me she was serious. 

I wasn’t the kind of guy to get what I wanted by fucking someone, nor was that even what I meant by bargaining, but I was here now – And there was no way I was going to say no. At the very least to have some fun and get to make this girl scream in pleasure. Giving myself the go ahead, I felt my mouth form a smirk before it latched onto hers aggressively, my hands coming to her hips to work their way down to her ass. Both her hands came to my chest as she brought herself close to me, smashing her tits into my chest as she passionately leaned into me. 

“Damn girl, you’re hot as hell.” I said in a low tone into her ear as she kept on kissing my neck. She moaned a little upon hearing my words, and her hands shot southwards to my jeans, her fingers almost frantically finding the zipper. 

“God this is so hot! I’ve never fucked a hot guy on the job before.” She replicated my method of speaking into the ear as I started to kiss her neck roughly, my hands equally groping her ass cheeks through the thin fabric. My thumbs hooked into the seam, and began to pull down the clothing, revealing her very professionally sexy, red laced panties. She finished the job as I almost ripped off her top to make those titties spill out in a matching bra, but before I could finish, she dropped to her knees effortlessly. 

Along the way, she grabbed the hem of my jeans and tore them down with my underwear, making my now hard cock spring to life. She gasped as she starred upward, and quickly shot her mouth up to my balls to suck on them while her hand began jacking me off. 

“Oh shit girl!” I groaned, feeling her talented mouth go to town on me. 

My hands immediately went to her head, one hand removing the hair clip and letting her jet black hair cascade down her back, while the other began to find it’s comfortable spot to hold onto. With a little encouragement, I brought her head away from my balls, and lined her plushy lips up with my bright red tip. But she needed no encouragement to begin sucking my cock. First slower, taking her time to tease me, but soon started working her mouth to fit me. 

“You’re mouth is so fuckable girl!” I moaned into a growl as my hips began to thrust lightly, slowly working myself farther into mouth, my tip was hitting the back of her mouth effortlessly. Her mouth was likely the best I ever had, and I felt myself already becoming close to my bust. With both hands I ripped her head off my cock and gave her time to breath as I rubbed her head, ready to take her throat. “Your throats mine now slut.” 

“Yes Sir!” I heard her barely whisper before I shoved her head back onto me, getting myself half way there, and then began to thrust. I quickly learned that Joy didn’t have a gag reflex, and while I missed the sounds of choking, I couldn’t deny that it was much easier to shove myself into her throat. It was only a few thrusts before I completely buried myself, making her nose touch my abdomen, and her throat tighten around me. I couldn’t take it anymore and as I held her head tightly, I felt my nuts constrict, and I exploded down her throat. 

I let half of my load go directly into her stomach before I yanked her off my fuck meat, and let the rest of my load get onto her tongue. Even with deepthroating my seven inch cock, she wasn’t breathing hard or anything, she was a professional slut. Only her lips were soaked in the salvia that now also coated my sensitive dick. 

“Jesus Joy…” Was all I could say as I was coming back from my euphoria, my hand took her face and held it. 

“That was so hot baby!” Joy replied, her make completely messed up now, but had the biggest grin. “But I hope you’re not done now, I think you can bargain for more… Round two?” 

Now, it wasn’t often that I did end up going two rounds back to back, but with a smoking hot babe that wanted it – I was going to deliver. 

“Damn straight slut, I still need to get in you’re tight pussy.” I stated with a devilish smirk. I saw her shiver in excitement, and I knew her pussy was soaking now, I couldn’t use up any of the flames we’d stroked now. 

She stood up quickly and my hands flew behind her to get rid of the last bits of clothing she still had on. I tossed her bra to the floor before my mouth snatched up one of her nipples, sucking and biting it to make her squeal and run her fingers through my hair, while my hand was down her wet panties. Her pussy was a hot, wet, glorious mess just from pleasuring me, and I continued to push it farther with my fingers invading them. 

“Oh baby I want your huge cock inside me so bad!” She mewled into my ear, adding more flames to the raging fire. 

Time was of the essence here, and so with that I ripped my hand from between her legs, grabbed her by either side and tossed her onto the foot of the bed. She squealed in excitement as she bounced, making her titties jiggle beautifully. While I removed my shirt she got rid of her panties and placed them beside herself, leading me to know what those would be good for later. 

“Oh how I’d love to just tease you until you burst girl…” I growled as my hands began to work over her legs and thighs, sensually grabbing and smoothing in a systematic way until they got to her pussy. “But I have a feeling neither of us could wait that long.” 

“Please Sir,” She sighed, her eyes filled with a pouty pleading. “Don’t tease this cock rotten slut anymore! Put you’re dick inside me and rearrange my pussy – I want you to make it you’re cum dump!” 

“Now, I’ll feed you’re needy pussy, but first…” I said before I slapped her ass from the underside, making her cheeks clap. She moaned and her pussy pulsated as I gave her ass a few more slaps, and a final slap to her pussy to really make her loose her shit. 

“Oh shit, you’re hands make me feel so good!” She groaned as she threw her head back, giving me the clue that she was already feeling close. 

“You have no clue just how good I can make you feel slut.” I said as I lined my head up with her inviting lips, slowly working the tip back and forth, and making her eyes grow big as she watched me. “But I’ll show you.” 

With my final words I found her entrance, and pushed myself into her tight snatch. We both groaned heavily as our bodies melded together, my dick was being sucked into her hot depths, slowly and sensually. I grabbed onto her hips to hold myself together from the pleasure, but held strong to make sure my head would reach her womb. 

“Fuck me you feel so good inside of me! I want you to fuck my shit up babe, take my pussy, make me your cock sleeve!” She cried out. “I want you to explode inside of my slutty pussy, make me have you’re children, and then you can breed them too!” 

“You a little fuckin’ freak, huh slut?!” I replied as I pulled out and started to fuck her hard. Each thrust of mine made her entire body shake under me, making my brain not think about the logistics of how fucked up that statement of hers was. It wasn’t hard, as the pleasure my dick was feeling was taking over my brain’s logistics, and made me just focus on making her go over the moon with euphoria. 

“Yes daddy! I’m a dirty little fucking freak!!” She shouted, her hands gripping hard at the white sheets. “I’m you’re dirty little freak now daddy! Please keep fuckinggg mee!!” 

I couldn’t reply now as my vocal chords only consisted of primal sounds that showed how my brain was melting in my skull. Even though I’d just blown my load down her throat, I could feel that I was already close to another, and she was even closer. After a particularly hard thrust, I felt her pussy tighten even farther on me, gripping my dick like a vise as she screamed in pleasure. I wasn’t too far behind, so to make things even better, I gritted my teeth and began to jackhammer her pussy into total submission. I briefly saw her tongue stick out of her mouth as her brain went off to the moon, and my nuts clenched again. 

“Take my fucking load you dirty fucking slut!!” I roared as I smashed into her for a finale, burying my dick into her womb and shot rope after rope of hot, sticky cum into her. 

Both of our bodies went limp as we experienced pure ecstacy that lasted close to a minute. When we came back to the land of the living, we both got up and started to get ourselves back into our clothes slowly. 

“So, how was my bargaining?” I asked with a smirk, still basking slightly in the afterglow. 

“You’re bargaining skills are quite good Mr. Smith.” She cheekily smirked at me. “How about we push it down to $500 a month plus utilities?” 

“Now that can work perfectly.” I replied, meaning it honestly. 

“Great! Then lets get that paper work started!” She chirped happily, and I chuckled, both of us happy with the personal and professional pleasure we’d accomplished in just a half hour. ~

It happened last year. I was a student, he (let's call him Jon) was a lecturer just a few years older than me. I've always found him really handsome, but I knew that nothing more would come up because of the nature of our relationship, even though I felt that we had a good chemistry as we used to smile a lot to each other and so on, but it is how it is...

However, after a few months into an academic year I had to take a few-weeks break due to my bad health state, and it meant that I had to attend office hours with every teacher of mine, which included John. I thought of this as my chance for something to happen. I knew there were about 3-5 1-on-1 meetings ahead of us, so I knew I could take my time, but on the other hand I couldn't do it too slowly.

The first meeting was nothing different than our average lectures. I was just listening to him explaining the subject, asked some questions and just left after being done with this. For the second time though, I wore light makeup and I used some perfume so that maybe he would notice. It worked! Right after I entered the class, he told me something like "you smell nice" and I answered with a simple smile and thank-you. But this time again nothing special happened.

For the third time I wore better makeup and used stronger perfume. I also wore nylons and quite tight dress since I hoped it would catch his attention. I could see from the second I entered his room that he "noticed" me. After some 20-30 minutes of our lesson, he wanted to show me something related to it on his computer, so I had to come to him to see it. I leaned my elbow against the desk, and he froze for a second, so I looked at him and caught him looking at me. I asked, "What happened, sir?". He replied "Nothing, I'm sorry". I said "Okay, that's fine" and he started showing me on the screen the topic he was explaining to me. I couldn't stand the urge I had for him since the beginning of the academic year and I touched him slightly with my arm, then he asked "What are you doing?". I seductively answered "I'm sorry sir, but I just can't hold it in anymore" and then I slightly kissed him with my lips and to my surprise he went along with it so we were just kissing for a few seconds and then looked at each other. Then he gave me a key and pointed at the door, which was a clear sign for me to close it. And I could feel what is about to happen...

Right after closing it, I sat at his laps, and we started to kiss more passionately. Then I started to unbutton his shirt, and then I could see his awesome chest, so he offered to unzip my dress and when it revealed my back he started to kiss me all over it. IT FELT SO GOOD. I threw the dress off and turned to him wearing just a bra in the upper part, then he said "You are so beautiful, Nat" and I just answered with a simple smile and kiss. That was the moment when I kneeled down and unzipped his pants while he was caressing my hair. When I did it I could also see his shorts and his penis being ready already ;) Then I took it off as well and finally saw his perfect-fucking-dick and asked him smiling "May I, Sir?" and he simply nodded smiling as well while still playing with my hair. I took it in my hands and then to my mouth. My initial thought was, "How the fuck is it that big?" since I didn't have experience with so big dicks prior to him. But after some time of adapting I started to suck it, and it felt great. Then I played with his balls for a while, including licking and sucking it. I stood up and to my surprise he kissed me after it despite his penis being in my mouth. "It was awesome. Now it's time for you to be satisfied" he said, and he laid me on the desk, took off my panties and nylons and started playing with my pussy. OH GOD I'VE NEVER FELT LIKE THAT EVER BEFORE!!! He knew exactly how to do it, he was sucking and fingering it gently, just like a man should. Right after we were done with it I reached to my bag and I took a condom from it as I was prepared for it since our first meeting...

Then I wore it on his dick and laid again on the desk clapping my pussy a few times just so that he was sure what to do next :) And he did... he entered it with his perfect cock, and it felt so good again. However, this time he was a bit rougher and was doing it a bit faster, but I was okay with that since it was really enjoyable. I was massaging a pussy for a while, he was squishing my boobies which was really pleasurable. After something like 10-15 minutes of me being fucked in missionary position, he finished. We both smiled to each other and again kissed each other passionately, and we both agreed that it was a great time for us. We exchanged courtesies, got dressed, and I just left saying something like "See you during classes". Since then, we were behaving good during classes since we are both professionals ;) but hey, we couldn't lose such a great potential. So we started meeting from time to time for the hook-ups, and they weren't worse than the first time...

If you enjoyed it, you may let me know and keep in mind that English isn't my first language, so I could have made some mistakes, so sorry in advance. Also, if you would like to hear about other of my experiences, just let me know :) xoxo

This is an excerpt from EST X3 Living Art Chapter 15 Gala, to read the entire story see the end of this post.

Touching her husband's cheek with her gloved hand. Falling deeper in love with that man while he offers this new submissive to the ranks. "Yes, I understand." Being cold like that only happens on the outside because the closer I got to Sir Gerald Baker the hornier I became. Wanting him to smother me in kisses. Wanting him to take me right here on these steps up to the Gala. My movements were purposeful, with each step bringing me closer to his lips!

The feel of his hands as they gripped me. Touched me in spots that brought back old memories of the past that I wanted to live again. That I... breathing hard, so hard that I could not remember how? How this is possible... "Sir, Sir Gerald..." pausing as the first waves crashed against my clit like some huge tidal wave. Shuttering back, shuttering like something else besides him is directing my life at this point! "Yesss" trying to remain as quiet as possible. "Yesssssssss" the shakes, the trembles, the orgasm that had my hips going a mile a minute. I could feel him clutching me, holding me upright! Holding me while my eyes drifted down to see this new treasure eating me out.

Collapsing to my knees on these cement steps. Running my hands all over this little gem of a surprise. Tracing over each of her large breasts with the wonderment of a first time lesbian. Looking into her eyes, trying to remember what her name is. Staring hard into those green eyes, "Clarissa", looking around like some long lost friend had shown up at my front door. "Clarissa, Clarissa... Clarissa" chanting that name over and over in my head while my mouth was in position to suck on her massive titties!

Washing the left boob in my mouth. Inhaling the nipple, gobbling up the areola! Taking all of that hot triple S and stuffing it into my mouth! Smirking up at her while I smothered that tit in my mouth.

Pulling back, pulling back and not letting go of what you had. Pulling back and only getting so far. Pulling back as my lips are stuck to the skin of Clarissa. Pulling back with her skin stuck to mine as well as her other tit! No, unfortunately Clarissa with such perfect breasts cannot be manipulated into one mouth. Maybe her nipples, yes, sucking each one of them till they are at peak perkiness then inhaling both of them. Having her naked and in bed with me is playing in my mind while my hand grates against my over enlarged clit! "I think" saying this only a fraction away from her mouth, "I think that you should come over for a real interporn on us. Yesss... yes, so then you can see me without this dress on!" Hitting the perfect timing of an orgasm with my fingers over Clarissa's tits!

Liking up the mess I have made on those perfect melons. Running my tongue over the entire surface of both tits. Wanting, needing more! More titties, more tits, more boobs than I know what to deal with! Locking lips with this hottie, hold on to my firm tits as they play with Clarissa's jumbo milkers! "I need you to fuck me, yes. Right here" folding my legs from under me to out as I now sit sidesaddle. Bringing my leg in-between us, making sure it is clear before showing off my tender pussy. Letting Clarissa see how it is dripping for her. Spreading my lips due to the gap that I now sit in the center of. "Do you like what you see?" Truly looking for an acknowledgement about my super wet fucking snatch. Rubbing it. Rubbing it some more. Trying to keep my breathing even, even uplifting but... but it is failing. Failing to keep eye contact, failing to keep silent while my body whimpers for more attention. More than just my hand touching my cunt, more than just... "Ooooh..." rolled out of my mouth with my body jumping. Opening my eyes to see more than just my hand rubbing on my clit. Opening my mouth not to moan or orgasm but to spit down there, to add more to the sensation that is growing between my legs. "Yesss" entered at the end. "Yesss" came out just as silent as it had been before. Just as silent, unnoticed! "Yesssssssss" shook my body! Causing me to buck wildly! "Yesssssssss" but just like before I was sitting in the cone of silence!

Looking up from the mess I had made. Looking up to see Sir Gerald Baker standing behind Clarissa, behind me not being able to cum so loud! My eyes locked onto him! Him and his new pet, Clarissa! Him and my need to be bred by him and him alone!

But somehow, in some off track bet Clarissa knew what needed to be done. Catching myself in the shiny black jewel on her necklace, seeing my reflection staring back at me. Seeing the disheveled whore with eyeliner and lipstick smeared away from where it should be. Seeing the whore who just wanted to be bred by a man, my man, Sir Gerald as he pumps my ass! Now using as little pressure as I can to tickle my clit. Using my saliva to moisten her tri fingers. Using everything that I have left to remain silent as a major orgasm rocks my world.

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Part 1

Hours passed. We talked, got to know each other a little. He was no longer just a beautiful stranger. His name was Leo.

We had sat together on a table at the awards ceremony, both executives hoping to win an award for their teams. To my disappointment his team won, but I was not a sore loser and congratulated him in a graceful way.

Little did I know that would lead to the events this evening, it was quite unexpected.

Both high up in our jobs, we barely had time to socialise or for any kind of relationships. This weekend felt like a release for both of us.

We spent a lengthy time in bed, talking, teasing and getting to know one another.

We were similar in many ways and even touched upon our childhoods, how the lack of role models in our lives helped sculpt the ambitious, determined and resilient people we had become. The depth to the conversation had been a pleasant surprise and only added to the attraction I felt.

Leo was asleep, but I still felt energised and not sleepy at all. I got up and sat on the chair next to a dozing Leo.

I smiled, recalling the hours of pleasure we had just had. I was naked and shivered a little in the cool air of the hotel room. I reached for Leo's white shirt and wrapped it around me. I snuggled into it closely and closed my eyes as I took in the scent of him. Instinctively, I parted my legs wider.

Waves of longing cascaded through me as images of us fucking earlier entered my mind. The evening had been incredible so far.

I exhaled and opened my eyes. Leo was watching me.

“Touch yourself for me, Willow,” he said, his dark brown eyes revealing his desire for me yet again.

The sound of my name from his lips sent shivers down my spine. The tone in his voice was new, deep and demanding. It excited me and I trembled a little as I traced a fingertip on my lips and slowly moved my hand down onto my chin, neck then onto my breasts. My other hand glided down my stomach and gently between my legs. Slowly, I started rubbing my clit, my fingers slipping into the wetness. I kept my eyes locked onto Leo and watched as he looked longingly between my legs.

I felt my orgasm building fast and knew it wasn't going to be long before I climaxed. Leo flung back the covers and walked over. He picked up his black tie.

I exhaled in anticipation. What he did next surprised me. He was not going to let me come yet. He took my hands and tied them tightly behind the back of the chair. I felt the throbbing between my legs increase in expectation.

Leo walked in front of me, his tall masculine semi naked body towering above me. He stared at me with lust.

“Do you want me to lick that needy pussy?” He asked, parting his mouth in anticipation.

That was the first time I heard him use the word ‘pussy’. The dominant tone in his voice combined with the use of the word made me gush.

The sweet innocent looking stranger I was merely chatting to a few hours ago had changed. I liked it. A lot.

I nodded desperately, the need between my legs getting intense. Leo moved closer, getting down onto his knees and gently parting the white shirt away from my body. His hands grazed my skin and brushed my nipples as he unwrapped the shirt and left it hanging over my shoulders. I shuddered in delight and my nipples became hard as I was left exposed and desperate.

Leo moved his hands slowly down my sides, hips and thighs. Abruptly, he grabbed hold of my ankles, pushed my legs up onto the chair and spread them wide. I gasped in delight at his powerful quick movement.

He planted a soft, warm kiss on my inner thigh, moving his head from one to the other, lightly brushing my clit as he did. I was ready to explode in expectation.

An eternity passed as I felt his hot breath, soft kisses and long licks on my thighs. Finally, there it was. His warm, wet tongue slowly parted my lips and delicately started licking my clit. I thrust my hips forward and moaned loudly. He grabbed my hips and pushed me back down, licking me faster.

I felt myself getting wetter. He gently slid his fingers inside me, slow and teasing. I cried out loudly at the feeling of his long thick fingers inside me. I looked down at him. He stared into my eyes.

He licked my clit firmly but slowly and his fingers moved in and out rhythmically. I moaned in pleasure. This enticed him to lick and move his fingers faster.

Both our moans filled the room. I was getting close.

“I'm going to cum Leo!” I shouted immediately before I came hard, trembling, my body writhing against his fingers in pleasure.

Leo stood up, leant over, slipped his wet fingers into my mouth and whispered in my ear.

"Good Girl."

His admission sent a jolt of excitement through me. Seriously, I could hardly believe how fast the night had unraveled. Watching him kneel before me, the weight of his submission sinking in, I thought, “Wow, this is really happening.” “That’s it, Professor,” I purred, leaning into my newfound control. “Just like that.”

He knelt there, eyes down, a mix of desire and submission written all over his face. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, and I could practically feel the anticipation crackling in the air.

I leaned back, letting the moment hang for a second, and shot him a sultry smile. “Start by worshipping me. Show me just how willing you are to submit.”

He hesitated for a split second, probably wondering if this was really happening, but then he nodded, taking a deep breath. As he leaned in, his lips brushed against my leather-clad thigh, and I felt this rush of power. Watching him explore this new territory was beyond thrilling.

He took his time, letting his lips glide over my skin, sending shivers up my spine. The softness of his kisses mixed with the tightness of the chastity cage was a wild combo, and I could see his mind racing, caught between pleasure and denial. I was totally captivated by this older man—once my professor, now kneeling before me, completely at my mercy.

“Good boy,” I murmured, encouraging him. I wanted to push him further, to strip away any last doubts he had. “Don’t hold back. Just let yourself go.”

He nodded, determination in his eyes as he continued. His kisses traveled higher, inching closer to my core. I felt every touch, every caress, as he surrendered to the moment, the warmth of his breath heating my skin.

“Does it feel good to submit?” I asked, watching him, and he paused to look up at me. His eyes were wild with lust, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Yes,” he breathed out, the admission shaky. “It feels amazing.”

“Then keep going,” I urged, soaking in the control I had over him. “You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Athaliah. I want to please you,” he said, desperation creeping into his voice.

“Then show me how good you can be,” I commanded, and he jumped right in with fervor.

As he continued to worship me, I felt this swell of satisfaction. This wasn’t just a lesson for him; it was a reminder for me about the power dynamics I thrived on. Watching him unravel was intoxicating, and I leaned back, savoring the moment.

Hours slipped by, lost in the rhythm of his submission and my control. I could see him pushing himself, trying to hold onto the last bits of his will. Finally, I knew it was time to wrap this up.

“Okay, Professor,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “It’s time for your final test.”

He looked up, confusion and eagerness mixing on his face. “What do you mean?”

“Prove to me you can handle being denied,” I said, standing tall. “I want you to beg for your release.”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, doubt flashed across his face. “But… it’s so hard,” he stammered, shifting on his knees, clearly desperate for relief.

“Exactly. You need to understand what it means to truly submit,” I said firmly, enjoying the power I wielded over him. “So tell me, Professor: how badly do you want to come?”

He hesitated, desperation clawing at him. “Please, Athaliah… I need it. I need to come. I can’t take this anymore.”

The raw need in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I was reveling in this. “Not yet,” I teased, my tone playful. “You’ve got to earn it.”

“Please! I’ll do anything! Just let me out!” he begged, his voice trembling with urgency.

Watching him squirm was a total rush. “Alright,” I said, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You’ve shown me you can submit. Now, let’s see how well you can obey.”

I stepped back and grabbed the key, the metal glinting in the dim light. “I’ll unlock you, but only if you promise to stick to my rules moving forward. This isn’t just about pleasure; it’s about discipline and control.”

His eyes lit up, hope flooding his expression as he nodded eagerly. “I promise. I’ll do anything you say.”

“Good,” I said, kneeling beside him. I inserted the key into the lock, my heart racing with anticipation. With a satisfying click, I opened the cage, freeing him from his confinement.

He gasped, relief washing over his face as I pulled the cage away, and I watched him instantly harden in front of me. “Thank you, thank you!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with gratitude.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Now, remember your promise,” I whispered. “Because I expect nothing less than complete obedience from you from now on.”

He nodded, almost reverently, and I felt that thrilling sense of our new dynamic settling into place.

As we sat there, the weight of the night hanging in the air, I couldn’t help but smile. I had taken my old professor and turned him into something entirely new—a willing participant in this wild, taboo world I inhabited. And honestly? I was still in disbelief over how much fun I was having.

Who would’ve thought a simple chance encounter could lead to such an incredible night? I chuckled softly, realizing this was just the beginning of an exhilarating journey for both of us.

By the time Sarah pulled up to the house on a cold winter's evening, the sun had long gone down. She hurried to the front door, her bag packed for a long weekend stay firmly grasped in her slender hands, and rang the doorbell.

“Sarah!” exclaimed Becky, throwing the front door wide open to welcome her friend. They hadn’t seen each other in six months, but they were about to enjoy a long weekend together at Becky’s dad’s house. “It’s been too long,” came Sarah’s reply.

Becky’s dad’s house was dimly lit and warm. He had lived here for six years now, having split from Becky’s mum. Sarah had met him several times two years ago when she had stayed over before.

“Is your dad around this weekend?” asked Sarah, and Becky filled her in—he was supposed to be away for work, but at the last minute, it had been cancelled, and he would be around all weekend. “But don’t worry; he’s busy with things around the house—he won’t bother us.”

Sarah and Becky spent the next few hours catching up, sitting at the table in the large kitchen. They had just received their pizza delivery and were eating directly from the boxes when Becky’s dad walked in.

“Hi, girls! How are you doing? And nice to see you again, Sarah.”

“I’m good, thank…” she hesitated as she stepped over to pick up a slice of pizza from the box. “You don’t mind, do you, Sarah?” he asked.

“No, no, not at all,” she replied.

He finished the slice, and as he moved toward the fridge, Sarah couldn’t help but notice that he looked much the same as she remembered—though now his presence felt different, sharper somehow. The warm kitchen light caught on his forearms as he reached for the fridge, his sleeves rolled up, displaying the veins that ran across his skin. At 40, he was still fit and youthful, exuding a quiet confidence in his movements that pulled her gaze. She forced herself to look back at her pizza, wondering why she suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken.

“Do you girls want a glass of wine? I’ve got some white in the fridge if you’d like that,” he offered.

He poured three generous glasses of white wine and brought two over to the table for Becky and Sarah. He placed Becky’s down first, and then leaned over Sarah to place hers down too. “Here you go,” he said as his arm reached around her. She couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his body against her back and deeply inhale his aftershave. Her toes curled with joy at the experience. “Right, I’ll leave you two to it—I’ll be in the front room if you need me.”

The rest of the evening consisted of pizza, wine, and chatting, and by 11 PM, both were ready for bed. “Just share the bed with me tonight, and we can sort out the spare room tomorrow. And remember, I’ve got to go into work for a few hours tomorrow,” Becky explained as they climbed the stairs, taking Sarah’s bag with them.

At the top of the stairs, the hallway split in two directions: to the left was Becky’s dad’s bedroom, study, and bathroom; to the right was Becky’s room, bathroom, and spare room.

They entered Becky’s room, and Sarah began to unpack her things. “Oh, shit—I’ve forgotten my PJs!”

“Don’t worry; there are some clothes in the spare room. Go and grab whatever you want,” Becky assured her.

Sarah walked across the hall and into the spare room right next door, opening the cupboard. Flicking through the clothes, she picked out a large t-shirt. Slipping out of her clothes and leaving on just her panties, she pulled the t-shirt over her head. The soft, worn fabric settled against her skin, holding a lingering warmth that made her pause. As she adjusted the t-shirt, the scent of aftershave enveloped her—deep, woodsy, and familiar. She took a slow breath, letting the smell settle inside her, and felt a surprising thrill at the way it seemed to wrap around her, intimate and inescapable. She’d smelled this aftershave before.

“Sorry, is this your dad’s t-shirt?” she asked, re-entering Becky’s room and clutching her dirty clothes.

“It looks like it… But don’t worry, he won’t mind. Anyway, I’m going to grab a quick shower—I’ll be back in 10,” Becky said before leaving the room while Sarah finished unpacking and grabbed her toiletry bag.

“Can I come in?” Sarah asked through the bathroom door, but Becky was already in the shower and had locked the door. Sarah glanced down the long hallway toward his bathroom and considered just brushing her teeth in there.

Tentatively walking along the hallway, she could see the lights were still on downstairs. “He must still be down there,” she thought to herself, “and I’m sure he won’t mind.” She approached his bathroom door, grasped the handle, and opened it.

Frozen, she saw him with his back toward her at the sink, toothbrush in his mouth and a towel wrapped around his waist—he must have just showered too. “Sorry, Sarah,” he said, putting down the toothbrush, “I followed you girls up and grabbed a quick shower. I should have locked the door.”

To which Sarah replied abruptly, “Yes, you should have.”

From his facial expression in the mirror, she could see he didn’t appreciate that response. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t lock my bathroom door in my house. I’ll be another minute; you can wait outside.” She closed the door and stood in the hallway, wondering if he was genuinely annoyed or just teasing her. She overwhelmingly felt both chastised by and oddly attracted to him.

Two minutes later, the door opened again. “All yours.” He didn’t seem at all embarrassed about being just in a towel or by what had just happened. “Is that my t-shirt you’re wearing, Sarah?”

Suddenly blushing and self-conscious, Sarah tugged down on the t-shirt to hide her panties—but he never looked down, keeping eye contact with her throughout. “Oh, yes, sorry—Becky said it would be fine.” He grunted some form of approval. “In you come then; I’ll get out of your way.” Clumsily, she didn’t wait for him to exit the doorway before trying to walk in herself. “No need to rush, Sarah,” he laughed, his big hands instinctively grabbing her waist as she awkwardly squeezed by him. She couldn’t help but tingle at his touch, feeling both small and protected. “Goodnight, Sarah,” he said as he walked away into his bedroom.

Sarah spent the next few minutes admiring her own blushing face and brushing her teeth. Once done, she hurried back to Becky’s room, hoping to avoid awkwardly bumping into him again. She could see the lights downstairs were now turned off. He must have gone down and switched them off while she was in the bathroom.

“Did you bump into my dad?” Becky asked as Sarah climbed into bed.

“Um, yeah, he said goodnight,” she replied, her conflicted feelings towards him causing her to trip over her words a little. She drifted off, her head full of conflicting thoughts about her encounters with him that night. “Was he flirting? Was I flirting?” she wondered. A small sense of guilt crept over her too. “Why am I thinking about Becky’s dad like this, especially when she is sharing her bed with me?”

That night, she had the strangest dream, being pursued through the woods while only wearing a t-shirt and panties. She couldn’t work out what was pursuing her, but no matter how fast she moved, it just kept catching up with her. Finally, she felt two big hands clutch her waist and the smell of aftershave. She turned around to see her pursuer…

A hairdryer’s hum woke her. It was morning already, and Becky was getting ready to go into work. “Did you shower again?” she asked her.

“Yeah, I didn’t wash my hair last night, and I really should have—had to do it this morning instead.”

Sarah drifted in and out of sleep while Becky finished getting ready. “Right, I’m off—see you in a few hours. I think Dad is out too, so you’ve got the place to yourself.”

Sarah lounged in bed for a little while before hopping out. She realised her toenails were in need of painting, having removed the polish before driving over the night before. She flicked through Becky’s collection of nail polishes and picked out her favourite colour. She sat on the bed and applied it. The smell of the polish overpowered the scent of aftershave on the t-shirt. She missed it.

Waiting for her toenails to dry, she wondered what brand the aftershave was. She hadn’t smelled the fragrance before yesterday and concluded that she must really like it—after all, it had even been in her dream. “He’ll have the bottle in his bathroom, I bet,” she thought.

Gently stepping down the hallway, she walked past the top of the stairs. “It’s very quiet; he must be out,” she thought to herself. Entering his bathroom, she searched for his aftershaves, but they didn’t appear to be there. “They must be in his room, I suppose.”

Stepping out of his bathroom, she wondered if it was a good idea to be walking around the house still in a t-shirt and panties. “I’ll grab a shower and get dressed in a moment,” she concluded. Then she noticed that his bedroom door was slightly ajar.

Having spent several minutes outside his bedroom door, listening for any movement in the house, she reassured herself that she was alone. “Why am I hunting down this bloody aftershave, though? This is silly,” she pondered, but still, she gently pushed open the ajar door and squeezed in, not daring to open it too wide.

Panic instantly set in as she saw him asleep in his bed. Sunlight barely made it through the blinds, but she could see his body lying there, with a fresh white bedsheet covering his lower half. One leg was also uncovered, up to his thigh.

“Can I help you, young lady?” His voice, low and edged with amusement, startled her. Sarah froze, blushing as she stammered, “I—I’m sorry, I was… just looking for the bathroom.” The lie sounded weak even to her own ears. He sat up, raised an eyebrow, his gaze now holding hers with unnerving calm. “The bathroom I just heard you come out of, Sarah?” His eyes didn’t leave her, making her suddenly all too aware of his t-shirt shirt hanging just a little too loosely around her shoulders and of her bare legs. She opened her mouth to apologise again but couldn’t find the words.

“I better go and get a shower now,” she finally said.

“You’d better. Oh, and Sarah, I’d like my t-shirt back, please.”

“Of course, I’ll bring it back after my shower,” she blurted out and turned towards the door to leave.

She heard movement behind her and looked back over her shoulder. He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, the bedsheet bunched up and just covering his groin.

“No, Sarah, I’d like it back now, if you don’t mind.”

//END OF PART 1

I met Rayna at the freshman mixer my first day of college. We hit it off pretty immediately, we talked music, movies, school, hometowns, just all the regular stuff 18 year olds bond over. We didn’t have a ton in common, she was definitely a lot more sheltered than I was, but the conversation flowed naturally and I just enjoyed getting to know her.

I won’t lie, her looks definitely played a big part in drawing me to her initially. She was a brown skinned asian girl with mid length hair and the kind of body that could only be partially hidden by her relatively conservative dress sense. She wore a floral print knee length dress and a cardigan but even under those layers I could tell that she had a bigger than average chest and a bubble butt attached to some wide hips and a tight waist. Her body was great but I was really drawn in by her face. She had an innocent look with light makeup, glassy skin, and wide doe eyes, but her plump lips that sat slightly parted as she listened to me took my mind to some less innocent places.

While we were talking she casually dropped something a bit out of character.

“I was actually thinking about pledging for Beta Sigma Mu” 

I was taken aback, I had only been on campus for a few days at this point but I had already heard the legends about the betas and this innocent girl did not fit the image I had in my head.

“Oh, really?” I said “I’m a little surprised, I heard the kind of have a reputation”

“You know people love to make up crazy stories about sororities to make college sound more exciting.” She said with a blush, clearly having heard the same stories I had “I just want to put myself out there, you know? I think they would help me break out of my shell” 

Our conversation moved on from there and we kept up communication for the rest of the week, mostly talking about classes and people we met in our shared dorm building. The next week was rush week for the sororities and fraternities on campus. I didn’t really get involved because I was staying focused on school, but I saw them tabling around campus. All the Greek organizations were trying to pull attention, but the betas were definitely the most eye-catching. Videos started going around of 2 girls, a short redhead with pale freckled skin and big tits and a taller slimmer black girl with short cropped natural hair and a perfect bubble butt, walking around campus in nothing but tiny bikini bottoms and stickers covering their nipples. The stickers had QR codes that, when scanned, took you to a website advertising the betas’ upcoming rush events. These antics, of course, got shut down quickly by the school, but they had the desired effect; everyone on campus was talking about the Betas. 

I, of course, immediately sent the video to Rayna.

“Still thinking about pledging?” I teased.

She responded with a blushing emoji then seemed to rethink her next message a few times based on the text bubble sporadically appearing and disappearing. 

“ye… i think they were just pulling a stunt to get sum attention” 

“Nothing wrong with a little indecent exposure, I guess lol” I messaged back

She disliked my message but still sent a laughing emoji.

Days went by until the night Rayna told me she would be attending the rush event and hopefully getting invited to pledge. Around midnight my phone buzzed with a message from Rayna. 

“omG tht ws sooooooo crazyyyyy”

“Yeah?” I sent back

“yeeeeeee i took a shot off  a girls belly 😛😛😛 and i eben tok one frm her boooobs 🥵” 

“Oh, so you’re drunk then? Lol” “Just a liiiiil bitt” “It sounds like you had fun :) let’s talk about it tmrw” 

The next morning I knocked on her door bright and early and, after a long time she came to the door. Her hair was a mess, she had bags under her eyes, and she was wearing a loose white shirt and pajama pants that partially confirmed my suspicions about her body. 

“Fun night?” I teased.

“Uh huh” she mumbled, having clearly just woken up

“Well, hopefully this will help the hangover I’m sure you have” I said, handing her a Gatorade

“Thank you” she mumbled, ushering me into her room and sitting down on her bed.

She proceeded to tell me all about last night, she did in fact take a body shot from a girl and took another one from a girl’s cleavage, among numerous other shots. She told me that the two girls from the video were the pledge masters: Katy, the thick girl, and Anna, the tall girl. She said that most of the night was a lot of fun, just drinking and getting to know some of the sisters, but she told me that she thinks she might have messed up her chances. She said that at one point later in the night Anna backed her against the wall and said “you seem like fun” before putting a hand around Rayna’s throat and softly kissing her. “I didn’t know what to do” She said, blushing and hiding her face from me “I had never kissed a girl before, I just stammered and blushed like a loser” 

“That’s not too bad” I tried to console her.

“She laughed at me then walked away!” she yelled, burying her face in her pillow.

“Ok…that’s kinda bad” I chuckled.

“Stop laughing at me! It isn’t funny!” she yelled, throwing her pillow at me. 

“No, no, not funny at all.” I said, trying and failing to hide the grin creeping up my face.

“It’s probably for the best anyway, those girls seem like bad news” I said. 

“Yeah I guess so…” She said, clearly still very disappointed.

At that moment there was a knock on the door and, after a moment, an envelope was pushed under the door.

We got up and looked outside, just in time to see a girl in short shorts and a crop top turning the corner. Rayna closed the door and picked up the envelope, turning it around to see that nothing was written on the outside. She opened it up and opened the card that was inside. A smile creeped up her face as she read before she excitedly showed me. 

“You are formally invited to join the 2024 Beta Sigma Mu pledge class.” 

The letter was signed by Katy and Anna, and at the bottom was an address and a time 307 Elm St. 9PM. Additionally, next to Anna’s name, was a kiss mark. 

All day Rayna texted me about how excited she was for the meeting tonight. 

8:55 PM came and I got the text

“Ok I’m going in, wish me luck” 

“Good luck!!” Then, radio silence for hours. I thought I might not hear from her until tomorrow so I got relaxed and ready for a night in. Just after midnight my phone buzzed with a message that made my heart jump.

“We need to talk.”

The message no one ever likes to see. I was anxious, but I was also getting ready to get to sleep and had already gotten into bed.

“Can you wait until tmrw? I’m p tired” 

“No. I need to talk to you now”“Ok, come on over, just give me a few minutes”

I got out of bed, quickly got dressed, and cleaned up my room a bit. 

Just as I was throwing some clothes into my hamper I heard a knock at my door. When I answered my door I saw Rayna in a slightly more festive version of her usual conservative garb,  a red dress that flows to mid thigh and a pair of thigh high white socks. The socks hugged her legs accentuating their natural curve and slight soft give of her thighs. The dress, while far from the body hugging mini dresses most girls were wearing to sorority events, Did hug her chest well enough to reveal the true size of her D cup tits. 

Rayna was unusually quiet entering the room, she was not even making eye contact with me, instead looking down at her wedge heels. Just as I was going to ask her what was wrong Rayna blurted out the question that would change my college experience. 

“Would you be willing to do sexual things with me, maybe?”

Now would be a good time to catch you up on those rumors about the Betas I mentioned earlier. To keep it simple the Betas are known as the biggest sluts on campus. They say that if you manage to pull a Beta, which isn’t too hard given how they’re a presence at all campus parties, they will let you do whatever you want to them, no questions asked. There’s stories floating around online of them agreeing to some pretty degrading shit. The legend goes that no one has ever managed to break a Beta, they’ll take whatever you throw at them and thank you for it. The joke is that their name is perfect because they’re total submissive beta sluts and they all love S&M (or whatever other fetish you throw at them).

You look at Rayna in stunned silence. She’s still staring at her feet but I can see that she is blushing bright red as she shifts her weight back and forth. I reach out and lightly touch her arm, which she initially flinches away from before allowing me to guide her to take a seat. 

“What happened at the party?” She told me that she isn’t allowed to tell me everything that happened or she could get punished, but what I need to know is that she needs help completing challenges for the month that she will be pledging. She says that they told the pledges that the Betas have a reputation to uphold and that they would all have to prove that they’re slutty enough to represent the sorority. Every week they would be given challenges to complete by their pledge masters outside of their biweekly meetings. They had to record themselves doing slutty things and send them to the pledge masters in order to prove themselves. 

“I need someone who can record and do things with me, and, I guess, I kinda just thought that you’re the guy that I trust the most on campus so I just kinda thought that you might be able to help me.” She stammered, still unable to look me in the eyes.

I crouched down enough to look her in the eyes and asked“Are you sure you really want to do this” 

She quickly nodded her head then averted her gaze.

“Okay, let’s do it then” I said, trying to play it cool despite the fact that my cock was rock hard. 

She tried to look up but when she saw the bulge in my grey sweatpants she quickly spun around and told me that we would start tomorrow, before darting out of the room. 

It’s gonna be really hard to sleep tonight.

This will be broken up into several parts.

It was a complete accident that this all started. My carelessness at the office lead to it all, and sometimes I think back on it and laugh a little. It's always the smallest things that can lead to the biggest changes. I suppose I should start at the beginning, though.

My name is Leanna, and when this all began I was 28. My boyfriend, now fiancé, Andrew, proposed just a month before, and we were both madly in love with eachother. Just before that proposal we had moved in together which we both desperately needed. Between our work schedules we had barely seen each other before the move. Coming home to him, or him to me, was amazing, and the spike in frequency of sex was very much needed.

It was roughly a month later when the inciting incident occurred. I was at work, and it was a hectic day. I was running around doing this and that, working hard to get done earlier. It was a Friday and I did not want to be stuck working late.

My boss, Gary, was a nice enough guy, but he constantly needed my help. He was good at his job, but not necessarily the logistics of it, planning, or any kind of technology. Without me he would be failing miserably. I won't go into too much detail about what it is we do for work to protect privacy.

So why does any of this matter? Well it was all to explain how otherwise distracted I was. You see I typically dress very modestly, which can often be a struggle for a very short woman with very large breasts. I get enough attention as it is, and I try not to draw any more. On this particular day I was wearing a cute, flowy, blouse, that otherwise would have been fine. However, I was so frantic that the loose fabric continued to shift as I moved about the office and I had to constantly adjust it or the neckline would slip a little too low.

Well as it happened Gary needed some help on his computer. I dropped what I was doing to show him, and I absentmindedly leaned over on his desk. The loose top had already shifted too far as it was, and now I was bent over. I had no idea, I was too distracted explaining how to work the software he was using, and when I finally looked away from the screen, I noticed his eyes were firmly fixed on me. Not the screen. I followed his gaze and realized just how much of my cleavage was on display, right in his face.

Embarrassing barely does justice to how I was feeling. I didn't want to make a big deal or of it, and avoid any further embarassment, so I stood up slowly, pretended nothing happened and asked if he understood my explanation. Of course he said he did, because he didn't want to explain why he wasn't paying attention. So I walked away, knowing he was going to have to struggle through his work because he was too busy staring down my blouse.

I found it funny once I was away from that situation, and even a little flattered. Though I also felt guilty ss i looked at the ring on my finger. I so rarely dress to impress, even with Andrew, and now my boss just got an eye full of me. Something I almost never do for my loving fiancé. I took advantage of the brief moment of peace, and took a selfie for Andrew. I pulled the neckline of my blouse way down, crossed one arm under my breasts to push them up and accentuate my cleavage, and took a top down selfie, with my mouth open and tongue hanging out as if inviting him in. It would have been quite the sight if anyone saw me doing that.

I sent the picture to Andrew and a few moments later he responded with heart eyes, and an eggplant. I love him dearly, but he can really be very juvenile sometimes. He followed up by asking what that was for, and I responded with "I'll tell you later."

"You're such a tease!" He quickly answered.

I smiled. I do like teasing him. "Maybe I won't even tell you then if you're going to call me names." I typed back.

"You're going to get spanked." He sent that with an angry face.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Stop being such a tease and show me those big tits. You know you want to."

He was right. I did want to, but there was no way I could do that at work. Atleast not a full topless picture. I took a quick look around, to make sure no one would see me. Then I pulled my top and bra down just enough to expose one nipple and snapped a quick picture. I sent it right away with a text. "This is all you get until later!"

"Fuck you're such a slutty tease!"

Before Andrew, if a guy had said those things to me I would have been so mad, but he opened me up to some playful dirty talk. I enjoyed when he would call me things like that, especially during sex. I sent him a wink emoji and then got back to work.

The rest of my day went by smoothly, though I did catch Gary asking another coworker for help with the same problem as before. I did feel a slight rush of embarassment as I briefly relived that moment, but I shook it off. The day ended and I rushed home to what I expected was a very horny fiancé. At least I hoped that was the case.

The anticipation of him pouncing was affecting me the whole way home, making the traffic that much more unbearable. I was getting myself worked up, imagining the sex we were going to have, and then he texted me. Traffic wasn't moving so I opened the message to see his very hard dick. I did not need that right now as I was already turned on and that just made it worse. "I'm going to suck you dry" I texted back.

"You better, slut." Was his quick reply.

I was going to lose control, but the traffic finally let up just a few minutes later. I raced home, hungry for what was to come. Despite what most people think of me, I am a woman with a very high sex drive, and I absolutely love sex. Andrew did not expect that when we first started dating, but he was pleasantly surprised when I gave him a blowjob on our first date, and sex on the second. Now he knows exactly how much of a horny person I am and he know exactly to wind me up, and lives doing it.

As soon as I was through the door, I tossed my things on the floor and jumped at Andrew. His hands groped at my body as we kissed. Our tongues wrestled as we clawed at eachother and clumsily moved across the living room. I was desperate for him to have me. I ached for his touch, and could feel his hardness against me as we moved through the apartment.

When we finally made it to the bed, he pushed me backwards onto it. He pinned me down and bit my neck, sending a shiver through my body and I moaned his name. He bit and kissed and nibbled down my body, while pushing my skirt up with his hands. Our eyes locked as he moved between my legs, pulling my panties aside. He gave me a sly smile before licking me fully. It sent a shock of pleasure through my body and I couldn't help but throw my head back and moan.

My eyes shut tight as I felt his tongue and fingers do their amazing work. It was hard to follow what he was doing to me, as all the sensations and movement blended together into an indiscernable combination of pleasure. I squirmed under his ministrations, and I could feel my orgasm rapidly building. He knew it too, and he moved his mouth to my clit, and his fingers penetrated me, pushing my orgasm over the edge. It crashed upon me in waves, and I could see stars as I thrashed under him. I slammed my legs shut around his head and then my orgasm peaked. My body locked up as I shook and the sensation was too much to contain. I screamed.

Then it was over and I could feel control returning to my body. My legs shook, and I felt so weak. Andrew crawled out from between my legs and laid next to me, after wiping his face. He kissed me softly, his hands cupped my breasts and gently massaged them. I was dizzy, and lost in the bliss of such an intense climax. I just enjoyed our kiss and his hands on my body. I laid there limp as he undressed me fully, and I watched with hungry eyes as he undressed.

Andrew was taller than me, but so is everyone, with strong arms and shoulders. He has a bit of a stomach, but I like that a lot. His hair is beautiful, and his beard is thick and well maintained. I've always been so attracted to him, and I was so happy the night of our first date when I took hold of his dick for the first time. His penis is gorgeous. Nicely shaped with the prefect head, and thick with an average length. I love his penis and I watched him as he stripped those pants off revealing it to me. I bit my lip, and my lust swelled for him.

He knew I wanted to suck on it, and as I crawled off the bed and over to him, he took hold of my face by my chin. He held me there, inches from his member, teasing me with it. "So are you going to tell me what that picture was for?"

That was frustrating for me. I just wanted to suck it, and have sex. "You want to talk about that now?"

He smiled a devious smile, and began stroking himself. "Yes, I do."

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my need for him growing as he started pleasuring himself. That has always been the hottest thing a guy could do, for me. I love watching, and it makes me want to suck and fuck even more. "Okay! Fine! But let me do it!"

I reached for him and he let me take hold of it. It was so hard, and felt so warm in my hands. He was as hard as ever, and I began sliding my hands up and down the length of him. I leaned forward and licked up his delicious precum, and I had to taste more. I took him into my mouth and looked up at him to see his face. I loved watching the expression shift into bliss as I caressed him with my lips and tongue. I wanted to keep going but he gently pushed me back.

"Tell me." He said calmly, but firmly, nearly turning me into a puddle.

I continued stroking him, using my spit and his precum as lube. I twisted my hand as it slid up and down his length, palming the head with each stroke, making him twitch. I knew just how he liked it. "I did something a little bad today."

"What did you do?" He groaned.

I hesitated to tell him, wanting to draw out his pleasure as much as I could. "Gary got to see more of me than he should."

Andrew looked down at me, a little surprised. "What does that mean?"

"I had to show him something on the computer." I paused to lick the tip of his dick and tease him slightly. "My blouse had slipped down moree than I wanted. When I leaned over my tits were right in his face."

Andrew leaned his head back as I cupped his balls with my other hand and gently squeezed. He moaned my name, and then looked down at me. "How much could he see?" He asked.

"The blouse was really hanging, he could see so much of my big tits." I gave him a little smile, knowing this was really teasing him.

"You did that on purpose?" He asked, or maybe he was accusing me.

I gave his dick another kiss. I was really enjoying this. We've never incorporated any kind of talk like this during blowjobs or sex. He would only occasionally call me a slut or something, and that's as far as our dirty talk went. This was different, I could feel a different energy, and his dick felt harder to me. "Why would you say that?" I asked playfully, leaning into the tease.

"You have said how good looking he was before." Andrew was struggling to talk now. He was leaning on the dresser for stability.

It is true that Gary is good looking. I've said it before in conversation. "Well he is a good looking guy." I licked Andrew right as I said it.

"Fuck, you did it on purpose?" He asked again, almost desperately. "You wanted to show him your big fucking tits?"

I didn't answer right away. Of course I didn't, it was a careless accident, but something was happening here. I could tell how aroused Andrew was. "What if I did?" I asked innocently.

"You fucking slut! Did you?" He was growling, and fighting to stay strong.

I wrapped my lips around the tip, and circled my tongue around him as I looked up into his lust filled eyes. He was more turned on than I've ever seen him. So was I. I was aching for sex, and I wanted him to take all this energy and unleash it on me. I wanted him to fuck me hard like this. I had to have it, so I played into this little tease even more. "Yes, I wanted him to see my big tits, baby."

"Fuck!" He shouted loudly and he lost control.

He was almost spasming as his orgasm went off. I felt it coming, and I wanted to be his dirty little slut, so I positioned myself a little lower, and continued jerking his cock. His cum erupted with force, shooting over my head, hitting the bed behind me and landing some in my hair. The next splattered into my face, as did the next, and the next. The rest, spilled out onto my lips, chin, and breasts. When there was none left, I took his twitching cock back into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I bobbed my head on him, sucking hard, tasting a few more drops of cum on my tongue.

Finally Andrew could take no more and he pulled away from me, crashing into the wall and collapsing to the ground. He looked at my bewildered, his mouth hung open. "Fuck, Leanna, you trying to suck the soul out of me?"

I gave him a wicked smile and crawled over to him. I snuggled into his arms, and took his softening dick in my hands. "Well I am a dirty succubus, but I like you too much to swallow your soul. But I am going to need more of your cock."

We both laughed for a moment, but then he got serious. "Did you really do that?"

I knew what he meant. I laughed a little before answering. "Gary really did get a full view of my cleavage, but it wasn't on purpose. I was careless."

Andrew stayed quiet for a bit, but he did cup my breasts, squeeze them, and pinch my nipple which solicited a moan. I was still very horny and I needed sex. His hands on my breasts felt amazing and only made me want him more. I continued gently playing with his dick, but he wasn't getting hard.

"How come you never dress to show off your body?" He asked, still absentmindedly caressing my breasts.

"I get enough unwanted attention from guys by just being short and cute." I laughed.

Andrew moved his hand from my breasts to my hair and casually ran his fingers through it. "If only those guys knew what a body you had underneath your clothes. How did you win the lottery?"

"Oh stop." I gave his dick a little squeeze. It was getting harder finally.

"I'm serious. You have huge tits that barely sag. A tiny little waist. Hips that drive me fucking nuts. A tight little ass, and your gorgeous smile and thick beautiful hair?" He loved flattering me like this.

"I think you should be asking how YOU won the lottery." I joked.

He laughed and nodded his head. "Yeah I'm pretty lucky to have a sexy girl in my lap with my cum on her face."

That little comment highlighting my sluttiness made me even hornier. "I'll make you feel lucky every day." I whispered while giving his dick another squeeze.

Andrew stayed quiet again, as I stroked him back to a full erection. Then he pinched my nipple again and I moaned. "You know I wouldn't mind if you wanted to show off a little more."

I was a bit lost in the sensation of his hands on my breasts. "What do you mean?" I half moaned.

He hesitated. "Well you're incredibly sexy, and I love the few times you dress to show off." He paused. "I like guys seeing how sexy you are. And knowing that you're mine."

I felt a little embarrassed, and flattered, and aroused as he told me this. Whether it was because he was teasing my nipples and his cock was in my hand, or because I liked how he felt about me, I couldn't tell you. "Really?"

"Yes. Really."

I gave his dick another little squeeze. "What if guys hit on me though?"

He laughed. "They do that now. I don't mind. I like knowing they want you, but you come home to me and let me cum on your face."

Another wave of lust washed over me. This was turning me on a lot. "You want to show me off?" I asked as I climbed into his lap, straddling him.

"Yes."

"You want guys to look at my big tits?" I asked as I lined his cock up with my very wet pussy.

"Hell yes."

I lowered myself onto him, moaning as the feeling of him filling me took over. I sank all the way onto him, and looked him in the eyes. I was so caught up in lust, and was so turned on by him. "I'll show off for you. I'll let all the boys look at me if you want. And then you can fuck me instead of them."

He grabbed my head and pulled my into a kiss, despite his cum still on my face. We made out passionately as he started bouncing me on his lap. He gripped my waist so hard as he lifted me up and pulled me down. Thrusting up into me hard. I threw my head back in bliss as he bounced me up and down. I wasn't in control. He was. Andrew was using me like a toy. I love how strong he is to use me like that. Then I felt his mouth clamp onto my nipple and bite, while his thumb teased my clit. My orgasm came abruptly, there was no buildup, but it hit just as hard. I screamed his name as it took me.

Andrew never even slowed down. His fingers dug into my body as he continued lifting me and slamming me down. I rode his dick and my orgasm as best I could until it was too much to handle. The sensation became too much and I threw myself down onto him, but his onslaught continued. He thrust up into me violently. I buried my face in his neck and screamed, trying to withstand him. My whole body burned with the intensity and then came the sting of pain on my butt. It barely registered at first, but then came the second, and the third sting. Andrew was spanking me as he fucked me ruthlessly. My orgasm was still going, and it was all too much. I couldn't take it. I cried out.

Without missing a beat, Andrew rolled me off him, grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his cock. I opened my mouth and he forced it to the back of my throat. He held my hair as he continued the same pace of fucking, but this time it was my face. I could barely breath, I gagged and coughed and choked, but I didn't want him to stop. I loved this. I loved how he took what he wanted from me. I loved that I turned him on so much that he became this ravenous beast. I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples to heighten my stimulation and give him something sexy and slutty to look at as he fucked my mouth.

Finally he was ready to cum again and forced it down my throat. Normally it's a struggle for, but he angled my head back by pulling my hair and pushed hard. There was little resistance. I felt it and I strained against his thickness. I was out of breath. I could feel my heart beating. I felt afraid I would choke, but then I felt his cum, warm, thick liquid, sliding down my throat. I looked up at him, and his orgasmic face was so beautiful.

He finally released me, once he was done, and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. My vision was blurred. I was so close to passing out, but it was an amazing experience. I had always considered myself to be somewhat submissive, and that only served to prove those feelings valid.

Andrew stood over me, catching his breath, but he had a satisfied smile on his face. "I love you." He said between breaths.

I couldn't even talk in that moment, and all I could do was give him a thumbs up. He laughed, and I tried to laugh, but I just coughed instead.

It took us some time to recover after that, but once we did we sat down to have dinner and enjoy a relaxing night. That's when Andrew asked what I was going to wear tomorrow.

It caught me off guard, but I realized what he was getting at. So with as sexy a smile as I could I said "something slutty."

“Good morning, Mr. Druthers!” Judy said with a smile. “Some mail here for you!”

Ted flicked through the offered stack of envelopes with a tight-lipped smile. “Judy, Judy, Judy, what are we gonna do with you, eh?”

She turned from typing something into her computer with that trademark ditzy smile. “What do you mean, Mr. Druthers?”

He dropped most of the stack back into the ‘Junk’ pile on her desk before heading down to the floor. “I’ve told you, ‘Ted’ is fine.”

“Oh,” she squawked, “Of course! As you say, Mr. Druthers!”

He winced at her ditziness for the hundredth time and pushed on through to the floor. 

“Terry,” he said, sliding into a station next to his spectacled partner. “All good?”

“Yeah, all good,” the portly chap replied, sliding Ted a steaming cup of shitty coffee. “Here’s the overnight data.”

Ted squinted at the rows of figures that Terry slid over to his monitor. Night shift had been busy by the looks of things. “Decent night huh?”

Terry scrambled to catch a falling piece of donut. “Shit. Hey? Oh, yeah. South pavilion broke out into a bit of a rager I guess. Check it out.”

Ted watched as guests showered a pair of bronzed beauties with more champagne than he could afford on a month’s salary, their grainy asses bouncing wildly on the CCTV footage. Abruptly, one of them ripped her bottoms off and climbed onto the tiki bar, only to have her ass crack invaded by an eager tongue almost immediately. 

Terry paused the video, pointing out the pudgy guest with his tongue up Maria’s ass. “That guy there? Had to pump his stomach down at the med bay like two hours later. Jeff from line three, you know him? Yeah, they canned his ass over it.”

Ted looked around at the teeming control centre conspiratorially. Rows of consoles like the one he shared with Terry filled the bunker-like room. “Fuck, for real? That’s too bad.”

“I know, he was a good guy.”

“No, he owed me a hundred pesos.”

Terry barked a rheumy laugh and reached for his headset as a large overhead display flashed a five minute warning. “You’re an asshole,” he wheezed. “You ready?”

Ted snapped his headset on and flipped his mic down, opening his client profile dashboards as the start of his shift ticked closer. “Hell yeah dude.”

The pair bumped knuckles and sipped their coffees in contemplative silence. 

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*******

Jared rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, smacking his cottony tongue against the roof of his mouth noisily. Considering how much he’d had to drink last night, he felt pretty good. Meg was already gone, no doubt trying to grab an early swim before the whole resort woke up, keener that she was. He pinched his nose and swung his feet out of the bed, staring out at the palm trees and adobe villas that dotted the property all the way down to the ocean. The sea breeze drifting through the open patio doors felt perfect. 

Everything felt perfect here on St. Dominic’s. 

Bleary eyed but no less bushy tailed for it, Jared slapped the coffee maker into action on his way to the shower, figuring he’d squeeze a quick scrub in before his wife got back. The hot water would feel tremendous on his tired muscles. 

No sooner had he started dragging the luffa across his torso than a weak knock came from the suite’s front door. “Housekeeping?” came an insistent voice. 

“Shit,” he muttered, dropping a bar of soap. “Uh, not now, thank you!” 

The lock drew back regardless. “Just quick! I bring you something!”

Jared reconsidered the interruption, figuring Meg had sent him up some breakfast. Sweet girl. Who said romance had to dwindle after a decade of marriage? “Oh, uh, just…leave it on the table please!”

“Yes Sir!” came the reply. 

Jared continued with his shower for another minute or two before he realised that the door had never opened and shut again. She must not have left yet. 

“Sorry, are you still here?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Can you…Um, is there anything you need?”

No answer came off the back of his question, so he turned the taps off and pushed the foggy glass door open, stepping out of the shower with half a mind to reprimand the woman for interrupting him.

“Sorry,” she said, leaned over the bathroom counter with her bare ass pointed right at him, pulling one dimpled cheek aside to show off her delicious holes. “I waited on table, but here is good too?” The nubile little minx had definitely been sent up by his wife. 

A wicked grin split his face. 

*******

Tara’s morning had started splendidly. The other guest she’d met last night, a German woman here by herself, had sucked her tender little clit to within an inch of its life as the sun came up and the island birds began to chirp. She didn’t make a habit of letting women eat her out, what with the optics of a politician’s wife potentially getting outed as a closet freak and all. Still, there was almost no chance that she’d ever be recognized here. Not while her husband and his famous face were still State-side. 

Tara ran the looped track around the resort every morning when she was here. It was her 5th trip, though it wouldn’t be her longest. Just a quick little getaway to recharge her batteries before the primaries kicked off back home and she’d need to spend the next eight weeks smiling for the cameras and pretending she wouldn’t rather have someone’s tongue combing her muff. Lord knew Monte wouldn’t do it. 

Electric eurobeats blasted through her earphones as she pushed herself to keep up her nine-minute mile pace. There was no call to bother with the exercise on vacation, but it was a good way to scout the local talent. And show her own off. 

She pressed her fingers against her neck and counted off the heartbeats as she stomped into the main compound’s airy lobby at the end of her run. Gulping hard, she blinked the sweat from her eyes and looked around for something to drink. 

“Orange juice, Miss?” offered a handsome staff member, holding a tall glass towards her. She hadn’t even seen him coming. 

“You, Emerson, are far too good, you know that?” she laughed, accepting the offered drink and taking a long sip. “Always right on queue.”

The local gave her a wide smile and ducked his head as she shoved a few bucks into his hand. Treating the staff well here was how you ended up with Emersons waiting around to take care of you at every turn. It paid to take care of them. “Thank you, Miss. Very kind, Miss.”

She finished the juice and set her glass back on his little tray, looking around her while he attentively waited on her next whim. “Anything going on today, Em? Any excursions?”

“What you like today? Sun, sand, ocean? Something else?”

She wrinkled her nose as she looked around, spotting a rugged looking slab of muscle raking grass clippings on a nearby lawn. She sighed, turning back to Emerson with a wry smile. 

“You know what, Emerson, I think I’ll just take something back to my room.”

The man followed her gaze knowingly and ducked his head in assent again. “Very good, Miss. Anything else?”

She flashed him two fingers as she walked away, intent on getting started before “lunch” arrived. “Two of those, if you please Emerson. Thank you, love.”

Airtight and cumming hard on the cocks in her ass and pussy 20 minutes later, Tara made a mental note to thank Emerson for sending a third unasked-for gardener up, even as the bonus meat started heaving wads of salty cum down her throat. Sometimes, she thought as her every hole stretched to capacity, it felt like he knew her better than she knew herself. 

*******

The suites right on the beach cost extra, and for good reason. Roger never minded though; it was a drop in the ocean for him, and most of the other people who found their way here. The portly, ageing broker leaned back in his chair with a groan, distended gut reddening in the midday sun steadily. The buffet of flesh laid out on beach towels and daybeds along the sand in front of him had Roger feeling some kind of way. 

“Darling,” Evie cooed behind him, “I’m going down to get some sun. Do you want to come?”

The old pig grinned down at a woman smearing tanning oil over her body, wondering why the fuck she even bothered with the ludicrous little sling-kini stretched over her enormous silicone tits at all. “Naw,” he huffed. “I’m alright here. You go down. I’ll meet you in a bit.”

“Sounds good,” she said, turning to leave. 

Roger only turned to look once he was sure she was gone. He wasn’t sure why he bothered, in all honesty.

“There’s my girl,” he moaned to himself, watching Evie strut her way down to an open lounge chair a minute later. Reaching down for another beer, he settled in to enjoy his view. 

Evie was expensive. Enormously expensive. Her tits alone could have put the kid he’d accidentally humped into his secretary through a year of college. He’d often joked to his golf buddies that a heroin addiction would have been cheaper in the long run, or another Ferrari. Probably not though, in either case. 

Roger watched attentively, knowing that he wouldn’t have to wait long to get what he wanted. It was part of the magic of this place at the end of the day. As sure as that, Evie had barely settled into her reclined seat before her first admirer sauntered over. 

“That’s it honey,” he purred as she reached out to place a hand on the hunky stranger’s leg. “You bat those big ol’ eyelashes up at him. Tell him what you like now. Come on, you fucking whore.”

She did just that, and the effect was nearly immediate. It always was. Roger’s sausage stiffened excitedly, though it took more effort than he would have liked to reach it. Still, in the absence of his favourite towel boy, he supposed he could stroke his own cock for once. He watched, huffing raggedly as Evie’s rubbery lips parted to accommodate the strange dick without an ounce of hesitation. 

“That’s it, grab those fucking udders,” he groaned impatiently. What was the use of stuffing them into her if nobody was going to appreciate how much they’d cost? 

His platinum blonde accessory writhed like an actual slut while she sucked, as though having an anonymous cock in her mouth really did get her all hot. It didn’t much matter to Roger whether she actually enjoyed it or just liked the attention; the effect was all the same. 

“Go on then, give her the goods, come on,” he grunted, beating his prick fitfully. “‘Atta boy,” he moaned as Evie’s mouth began to fill with cum. Roger let go of his cock reluctantly and returned to his beer as he waited for Evie’s next customer to stroll up, occasionally bringing it back to life whenever it threatened to deflate. If the other beachgoers had noticed her slutty display, nobody seemed too fussed. 

Of course they didn’t. 

“Bingo,” Rog muttered as her next customer came over a few minutes later. This one wasn’t shy about what he wanted, cramming his meat down her throat and actually tugging her bikini top aside entirely. “Dirty boy!” Roger bellowed. “Yes!”

Watching his trophy get manhandled like that had Roger on edge before the guy even battered Evie’s tonsils, and he was sensitive enough that he couldn't dare touch all through the next dude’s performance at all. It was a shame, really; he liked the way stranger number three spanked Evie’s crotch while he facefucked her. That was the right way to use a toy like her, he reckoned.

“What’s this then,” he said, deep into beer number nine and still miraculously staving off his nut. 

This one had something else in mind. Something from a menu that the others hadn’t tried. This one, this Greek god all slathered in coconut oil and shining in the Caribbean sub, clearly needed something more than a mouth. 

“Oh, God,” Roger grunted as his cock twitched involuntarily. “Oh fuck, no way!”

Evie was on her stomach. She could have looked up and seen him if she wanted to, but he knew she wouldn’t. Not while her bottoms were being pulled aside. Not while she had a fat cock hotdogged between her designer ass cheeks. Not while he was pressing his fat head against…

“Hey, what the fuck!” he stammered angrily as Evie reached up and tilted her umbrella just enough to hide the beautiful man’s glistening body from his view. All Roger got was his Evie, expression masked by her oversized sunglasses, rocking forward rhythmically in time with the powerful thrusts of strange, foreign cock. She pursed her lips tersely, saying something to her lover. She smiled at whatever he said back. Roger, dick choked painfully in hand, squinted to try reading her lips. He couldn’t be sure, but he imagined well enough what one of the words was.

“Inside.”

His little pecker sputtered fitfully as he cried out, watching Evie’s body bounce forward more powerfully than it had before, knowing her perfect pussy was getting absolutely ruined right in front of him. 

And filled. 

He would eat good tonight. 

*******

“Gonna go grab a soda,” Ted said, setting his headset down as he double checked that all his clients were fine for a bit. “You want anything?”

Terry, engrossed in watching Manuel slobber on some woman’s stockinged feet while she smoked a cigarette in her room, didn’t look up. “Grab me a pack of those peanuts, yeah?”

“You got it,” Ted said, knowing his colleague would pay him back later. “Can you shoot Rosa a message? I think Dan and I might be able to make a little gangbang work out between some of his guests and mine.”

“Yeah,” Terry said. “Sure thing. Oh, wait. Shit. I’ve got her down for a VIP tonight; what time do you need her?”

“Damn, nevermind. I’ll tell Dan to figure his own shit out. I think I can get by with a blowie or something, this guy isn’t picky. He’s already had a Tier 1 preference met today. I’ll be back with your nuts.”

“Thanks boo-boo,” Terry said. 

Ted strolled into the break room and rubbed his eyes. It had been a busy day, and a Red Bull wouldn’t go amiss. 

“Frauline,” he said to Jen, who ate an egg salad sandwich and flipped through a magazine nearby. “How’re you?”

Jen looked up with a sardonic smile. “Fine,” she said, notably missing the trademark German accent she liked to whip out once in a while. “How’s life in the bunker?”

“So so. Nice work on the senator’s wife this morning; you were a real hit.”

Jen looked surprised to hear it. “Yeah? She was kind of a dead fish, I didn’t think she was super into it.”

“Biosigns say otherwise; she put your numbers way up for today.”

“I’ll take it,” she said. “You coming to the staff thing tonight?” 

“Bingo? Nah, I did a switch with Larry. Gotta fill for him.”

Jen waved him off. “Lame.”

Ted made for the vending machines, weaving through tables of other park employees as they ate and chatted. 

“Carlos, my man,” he greeted the bulky hunk. “You really did a number out there today. You staying hydrated?”

Carlos held his water jug aloft in reply. “Always, boss.”

Ted punched in the codes for Terry’s nuts. “Good man. Oh, shit, before you go, are you doing the fantasy draft this year?”

“What’s the fee again?”

“Fifty bucks, big payout though. First place is two grand.”

“Great,” said Evie as she walked up, still wet from the shower she’d needed after Roger’s…worship. “If he wins then maybe I’ll get an anniversary present this year. What do you say, baby?”

Carlos spun and gave his wife a wide smile, stooping to kiss her. Ted wondered for the hundredth time how much the couple had been paid to fulfil Mr. Caruthers’ little “bimbo trophy wife” fantasy. The fact that he’d actually paid for a pair of tits he only squeezed a few times a year blew Ted’s mind. “You know it, babe!”

“Sorry, I might still have jizz breath. At least some of it’s yours” she said. “Hey Teddy, how’s life?”

Ted started to reply, intending to apologise for not getting anyone lined up to stroke Roger’s cock in time for Evie’s shift, but was interrupted by his pager’s insistent screech. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, no!” he cried. 

“Problem, boss?” Carlos asked.  

“Can I help with anything?” Evie offered. 

“I sure fucking hope so,” Ted replied, looking up in dramatic terror. “She’s here.”

Ted threw himself back behind his console and yanked his keyboard forward. 

“Ted, she’s….”

“I know!”

“It’s only the 15th!”

“I know!”

“The fucking cabaret thing is tonight, we don’t have enough…”“I fucking know!” Ted growled, pushing all his guests back into the general service queue. “We’ll have to fucking make do!”

*******

Monica huffed, unimpressed to her core. It was bad enough she had to call a fucking cab to get here from the airport, but now she was forced to suffer the outright indignity of WAITING for a bellhop to collect her things. 

“Ms. Lewis, so sorry for making you…” the bustling manager yammered. 

“My room?”

“Yes, it will be ready in just a few minutes, we’ve just had to move another guest into a…”

“I didn’t ask what you did, did I?”

“No ma’am,” he gulped, sweating profusely. “Could I offer you a…”

“If there isn’t a fucking Mr. Universe runner-up eating my cunt in the next 10 minutes, I’m gonna make sure you never see another sunrise, got it?”

She wasn’t serious, obviously, but watching the man squirm tickled Monica in a particularly devilish way. Besides, they had her profile; they knew what she was paying for. 

“At once,” spat the little overseer before he spun on his heel to wave a staff member over. “Antony will take you to your room right away!”

Antony. He was far from their best, but the man’s cock had a fun little curve to it that never failed to make her soil the bedsheets. He knew how to treat a bigger girl too, which not all the meatheaded talent here did. She liked the bruises he left of her hip dips from time to time too. 

“Dinner, ma’am?” he asked an hour later, glistening with sweat from head to toe as Monica held a cold glass of water to her head. She swatted an escaped clump of his jizz as it ran down her leg. 

Ted already had the oysters, and Camila ready with her own freshly waxed clam, waiting in the hallway before she could answer. 

“I don’t even know why you bother asking,” she complained. “Just send her in.”

Antony opened the door and dragged the rolling cart, giving Camila a wink as he did. She winked back, careful not to let any of the shells slip off her naked torso. 

“Antony,” Monica whined, “before you go?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I do hope I won’t have the same issues that I did last month while I’m here.”

He gulped. “No ma’am, I’m sure everything will be to your liking.”

“Good,” she said, plucking an oyster off Camila’s tummy and slurping it down noisily. “I’d hate to leave…unsatisfied…again.”

Antony dipped his head deferentially, still naked, and still itching to leave. “As you say, miss.”

He stepped out the door, where a dozen of his coworkers waited in a nervous line of naked anxiety, anticipating their crack at the most notoriously insatiable visitor they’d ever get. 

“Oh, you dumb cow!” came a shout from the other side of the door. “You’ve spilled them all! Well, go on then, slurp them all up, and get someone else in here to fuck me till it’s your turn! On your knees, let’s go!”

*******

Felix looked at Ted again, then back to Terry. Then back to Ted. 

“I mean, guys, nobody blames you, obviously. We all know what she’s like, but come on, her membership is more per month than I pay you two in a year. You understand that?”

Ted looked at his shoes sheepishly. “Yeah, no, I get it.”

Terry muttered something agreeable.

“So gimme something, right? Come on, anything! You work with the old girl most; what’s gonna get her off? She ran through half the staff last night, and two of the house lads called out sick with broken dicks. Broken dicks!”

She hadn’t really broken their dicks. Surely. 

Terry spoke first. “Well, we were thinking…”

“Ter, no. It won’t…”

“Shut up, Ted. Let him talk. Let’s go, what’ve you got Ter-bear?”

“Well, I…we…we were looking over her analytics, and I think there’s something in her profile that the survey is missing. She’s a fucking battle ax on the best of days, but I think if we just…”

*******

Monica burped noisily. It tasted of margarita. Or daiquiri. Tequila, mostly. 

“Fuck, I gotta do something about this bush,” she moaned, stroking her furry patch of dark fuzz. 

“Sorry?” said the muscle-bound attendant in the beach chair next to her. She’d already ridden him twice that afternoon, right out on the beach for everyone to watch. 

“Nevermind,” she said, flicking sand off her gut. She wondered drunkenly how her nipples had ever gotten so big. They were like…she didn’t know. Gumdrops, or something. 

A hidden earbud squeaked something into her companion’s ear, and he craned his neck around, hoping not to draw her attention. Gabriel flicked him a thumbs up from behind a nearby cabana, signalling that everything was in place. He took a deep breath. 

“I love the hair,” he said. 

She tried to remember his name. It didn’t matter. “Yeah? You’re full of shit.”

“No, I do. I think it’s so hot. It suits your body.”

“All this chunk, you mean?” she said, slapping a fat tit to make her point. 

“You should let me eat it,” he said. “I really want to.”

Monica’s curiosity was piqued. It was unlike the staff to offer or ask for things from her. “You…wanna eat me out?” 

“Oh yes, miss. Can I?”

She watched as he got up and sank to his knees in the sand between her legs, shaking long hair out of her face. She might not remember his name, but he’d been an adequate lover so far. “Alright,” she said, parting her legs for him. “Go nuts. Oh! Okay! Okay, yeah, nice! That’s…that’s a good boy!”

Javier had drawn the short straw for his part in the scheme, but he liked licking pussy, even if it was his day job. 

“Put that pretty mouth to WORK baby boy,” Monica cooed, running her hand through his hair as he wrote the alphabet on her clit with his tongue. “Show mama what that fucking…HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

The first load rocketed into her cheek and ran down her neck. The next two followed in quick succession to paint her heavy left boob, and she hardly realised what was happening before a trio more caught her across the chin and forehead. 

“Jesus, what in the actual fucking…” she yammered, looking around to realise that a score of stroking men had snuck up around her while she lost herself in the simple pleasure of a talented tongue. She shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand, trying to work out how many guys had lined up. “What’s going…shit!” Another spurt caught her between the lips as she sputtered. 

“You don’t like my tongue?” asked the guy wearing her pubes as a moustache.

“I…shit, I love it,” she moaned as another load splattered her tummy. “I just…what is this?”

Antony stepped up, jacking his heavy pole slowly. “A surprise, miss. For you!” 

With that, Monica’s tongue darted out on its own accord to receive his gift. 

“My, well…thank you, I guess. Oh, hello you! Have you got another…oh!”

Ted and Terry, some half mile away beamed up at Felix as their boss clapped them each on a shoulder. Half the control staff had stopped to watch the show on the room’s large display. Hot load after salty, spunky load fell across Monica’s body, slathering the ornery crone in a heaping, sloppy mess of goo. She came, obviously and hard, while Javier munched his way through her bottom beard at least a dozen times. A few of the staff worked their way back around for a second shot as the afternoon wore on, while their female coworkers started taking bets on who would give her the most jizz. 

In all, it was a legendary performance by the entire crew, dampened only by the fact that they overlooked one obvious issue with their plan. 

“Well,” Monica sighed some two hours later, rubbing an ocean of spunk into her saggy skin, “I will most definitely be needing THAT again, and soon!”

“Hello?”

The greeting came from behind me and was so heavily accented in Mandarin Chinese as to nearly be incomprehensible. Still, I not only understood but appreciated their efforts to give English a try. I was standing in the living room of my apartment doing something I had always thoroughly detested- house cleaning.

Thankful for any excuse to not continue I stuck the dusting rag in the back pockets of my shorts, dropped the can of lemon-scented something or other on the sofa and turned, showing the closest thing I possessed to an honest smile.

“Ah, ni hao. Ni hao ma?” Hello. How are you. Probably as badly butchered as their ‘hello’.

I was looking at a middle aged woman, nicely dressed and standing in my front door. Normally Chinese people keep their front door closed and at least one lock engaged. Me, being perhaps the only American for many miles, hence the object of great fascination and some… distrust? No, too strong a word. I’ll check a thesaurus later for a choice that’s a bit more mild. Anyway, I keep my door open wide. It allows others in the building (There’s thirty four other apartments) to actually see for themselves that I’m not up to anything too nefarious. (I have overheard reports a few people believe I do this in hopes of luring bandits or robbers to come inside so I can machine-gun them, I would happily machine-gun a robber, if only I had a machine gun. Most guns are illegal here.)

“You name Vic?”

“Yes.”

Her face was contorting, eyes troubled. I asked how can I help you, and I think I got it mostly correct as her expression calmed and shoulders settled back down to a somewhat normal height. Rather than explain she simply used a hand motion to gesture me to follow. She stepped back into the hallway, then rather than wait for the elevator (Good Lord that thing is slow) went up the stairwell one level, looking back only once to see if I was showing any hesitancy. I wasn’t.

At the far end of the hall a door stood open and an elderly woman, I’d guess to be eighty or thereabouts, leaned out. Once we made eye contact she grinned, enough that I could see that while she might no longer have teeth, her eyes were large and bright and shone full of life- and quite possibly a bit of mischief.

“This my mother.”

I said hello, addressing her by the honorific, lao taitai, and in response she bobbed her head and grinned even bigger. She was of course, short, and just a bit on the plump side. She reminded me of the stereotypical grandmother that bakes sugar cookies and keeps a glass bowl of solidified lemon drops.

“How can I help?” I thought maybe she simply wanted something heavy lifted or moved, but instead she went into a side room, returned with a thick bundle which had obviously gone through both the U.S. and Chinese postal systems. It had so many stamps, marks and notifications on it it had become all but impossible to read either addresses.

“Not come in box.” The daughter said with an edge of anger, as she handed it to me. She meant the post office boxes at our building’s front entrance, I’m sure.

I took it, studied it, and felt a knot grow in my stomach. The first clue something was seriously fishy in Denmark was that while the origin address looked legit, the cancellation stamp over the postage had ‘Chicago’ misspelled. Deride the US Post Office all you like I won’t get offended, but I’m quite certain they’re not going to spell it ‘chickago’.

“Bushi laizi Meiguo.” I told her. “This did not come from America.” I picked an ink pen from a nearby countertop and began circling several other small errors. I began to cringe and become concern for my own safety as her eyes steeled into combat mode. She motioned to hand the package back over and I certainly complied- then gasped as she seized it, took a solid hold and ripped it in two- only to have dozens of hundred dollar bills flutter out. I caught one, then another and promptly knew they were bogus. Not only did the paper feel totally wrong, every single serial number was identical.

I looked the woman in the eye and solemnly shook my head. “Fake.” I don’t know the Chinese word for ‘fake’ and certainly not for counterfeit, but she understood. Then she balled up her fists and charged at her mother, swinging like a demonized windmill.

“Whoa, whoa whoa.” I have a strong personal rule about staying out of other family’s inner workings but I think daughter was pissed enough to do actual damage. I put daughter in a soft, yet firm hug from behind, guided her to a chair directly across the room from where ‘mom’ sat. Daughter stayed put but did unleash a tongue-lashing that was taking stripes off my hide.

As the two went at it (I couldn’t understand a word, and trust me, I was not trying) I picked up the package and spilled notes and began looking them over. Shit, whoever made these had been total morons, or kids, or had not even tried. Perhaps all three. Anyway, the bills had all been banded together using strips of newspaper. I held one up to the light, looked hard.

New Delhi Daily News.

Nice to see the rats in india try to scam more than just Americans. I still get calls and emails about people wanting to reach me about my car’s extended warranty. I was about to ask if I could go, when daughter stood, pointed at her mom and said “She thief, she whore—- and a bunch of other words I doubt I’d ever locate in a ‘polite’ dictionary. And with that she stomped off for her own apartment, slamming the door behind her.

For a moment the old lady and I stood and simply looked at each other. Then she plucked out one of the untorn notes, looked it over and asked “Not good?”

“Not good.”

In the corner of the living room was a little desk and a small laptop. And then I think I got it. I walked to the computer (which was open to Baidu, the main search engine in China) and hit ctrl-h. Instantly her history came up and I gotta say even I was shocked.

“You sly lady.” She didn’t understand, not exactly, but all the same she had guilt written all over her face. She’d been attempting to buy counterfeit American currency. As I turned to go I shook my finger at her, grinning. From what I’ve experienced that gesture is common to all cultures. Before I got to the door though she took my arm from behind, tugged.

Her face was downcast and she looked up with big, worried eyes. Clearly she had concerns of my reporting her to some authority or another. I smiled nicely, bent down and kissed her forehead, saying ‘no problem, no problem’ in Mandarin. And with that went back to my own place and mixed a whiskey sour using Jameson.

I hadn’t been paying much attention to the time, mostly because I had nothing planned for the day. Maybe, I thought, as soon as the sun started going down I’d step out on the patio (I’m on the ground floor, and have a pretty nice terrace) and would throw a steak on the grill. …And again I hear “Hello?” in my doorway.

It’s grandma, and she’s smiling as though she’d just been told a great joke and carrying a hotel ice bucket of ice and four bottles of Heineken. I was a bit more than surprised but motioned her to come in. My initial thought is she’s here to be very nice and charm me so I wouldn’t turn her in to anyone. I was right, but she planned on being way nicer than just getting me buzzed. She came in, placed the bucket on the coffee table, then went back and closed and locked the front door. It was her snicking the deadbolt in place that drew my attention. She also pulled shut the shades that cover the big patio door leading outside.

A minute later I’m naked from the waist down, kicked way back in my recliner with a cold beer in my hand and she’s wiggling her tongue up my asshole. I mean, I’ve had rimjobs before but my God, she’s going at it like she’s been poisoned, has minutes to live and the cure is up there. She did that until I was ready to unload on the top of her head, then she stopped and took a break, leisurely drinking one of the Heinekens until I went flaccid. My balls were next, played with and sucked and coddled and fondled nearly to the point bursting, then the other half of her beer. I’m not so cultured that I’m going to look a gift blowjob in the mouth. (Now there’s a weird pun) but the better part of an hour has passed by. Time for the main show. I’m not that well endowed (I’m secure enough to admit that) but she sucked me in so solidly I think the head of my dick poked one of her kidneys. And she was loud! I mean there was slobbering and gasping and spit and pre-cum flying in every direction. I doubt the neighboring apartments heard anything, not that I cared.

Finally, at the very end she slammed her face down onto my dick extra hard and held there unmoving as I gasped and completed the act of fertilizing her tonsils. She simply opened her throat, allowed it to all slide down, then licked me clean. Pulling a white towel out of the pocket of her dress she gingerly dried me. Once I was cleaned and ready to return to my own doings she stood, lifted her dress (no panties, shaved) then wiped off her snatch and a whole lot of evidence she’d enjoyed it that was slicking the insides of her thighs. I had a brief urge to turn her around, bend her over and do her from behind, but no way was I gonna get hard enough again that soon.

She smiled at me again, retrieved her ice bucket and walked out humming a bright little tune.

I’ve no idea about her but my next few days were normal. I woke, I slept, I went to work, went to a movie I walked out of, grabbed groceries at a local street market. What I hadn’t done, not entirely, was forget Grandma. (That’s how I’d come to think of her in my own mind, which if I did too long began to prompt an erection)

“Hello?” This time I wasn’t inside my apartment but was coming up the walkway after hopping off a city bus.

It was ‘daughter’, and by the looks of it was just getting home herself. (She owns an Audi. I just rent a car occasionally) In my most polite face and tone i asked her name. Liang Mei Hua, Liang being of course her family name. I introduced myself simply as ‘Vic’. I’ve got a family name too but can’t remember the last time I cared to use it. Rather than fumble between two languages she withdrew her phone from a Hermes bag (of course it was a knock off) and brought up a pre-translated message. She apologized for the behavior of her mother, and that the woman was very crazy, always had been and was unlikely to ever change. She would also thank me for my discretion in not repeating or passing on what I’d witnessed.

I got out my phone, and trusted Google translator to do a decent job of replying. I said I thought her mother was sweet and lively, and would never show the disrespect of repeating anything. And I hadn’t. And if her she or her mom ever needed my help, I am very ready to give assistance.

We did chat a little more, using our phones. We exchanged numbers, she mentioned her husband had passed away five years ago and that her son lived and worked in Beijing; I mentioned I was single, a wildlife photographer and part-time English coach. In other words I get paid to sit and shoot the shit with important people so they can practice their English.

Finally I held the door for her, said “Zai jian, Mei Hua.” And went in to my own apartment. My day’s appointments had been a District Attorney and his secretary, a bank big wig and I think the daughter of a Chinese Triad leader. (There’s times it’s just best not to ask) So I was wearing some of my nicer clothing and anxious to shed them. I closed the front door then stripped naked right there, leaving my shoes neatly beside the door (China is rubbing off on me) but flinging the clothing in a heap. It was hot and humid and my plans stood as; go to kitchen, get big glass of ice water, get in shower.

I had gotten the ice water, downed half, refilled and was about to turn on the shower when knuckles rapped on the sliding glass door.

“Shit.”

I sat the water down, threw a towel around my waist and prayed this would be something quick and simple. Emphasis on quick. I wasn’t smelling pleasant, not even to myself.

I pulled the curtain aside, peeked out.

It was Dave, my boss. “Dude, can you give me five minutes? Was just about to jump in the shower.”

“Yeah, sure.” And he walked over to a patio chair, took a seat. Dave isn’t his real name, it Chou something or other. Born in Shanghai he lived in Winnipeg from ages ten until he graduated from college with a degree in business. His English is perfect, but his ethics… not so much. I like him, but I know him well enough to not let him wander around in my house totally unwatched.

I finished showering quicker than I would have liked, threw on my house shorts and a wife beater and met him on the patio. Handed him a Xue beer. Yes, it’s cheap but it’s my favorite.

“Happen to have any Heineken?”

Dude, you wouldn’t believe the last Heineken I had. “Sorry, fresh out. What’s up?”

I’d been advised by several other employees that if Dave visits you at home, he’s either got a deal that’ll stuff your pockets with cash- or get you deported.

“Got a deal for ya. One I think that’s right up your alley.”

Oh if that didn’t send up every red flag I had.

“Go on.”

“You ever notice that big, blue glass building on the east side of town?”

“Sure who hasn’t? Pretty damn hard to miss.”

“Ever been inside?”

“Nope.”

“Well, it’s called the GHR Corporation and they develop medications.”

If he’d arranged for me to go there and tutor English, or proofread English translations of a publication it simply would have appeared on my schedule. It wouldn’t require him making a personal visit.

“And…?” He’s the kind that likes to be strung along. If I don’t humor him at least a little I’m going to find myself tutoring a group of fifty kindergartners. - My personal vision of Hell.

“They are looking for male subjects, non-Chinese.”

I wasn’t going to string him along here. I only gave him my ‘yeah, so what stare’.

“It is for male birth-control.”

“Okay, so why non-Chinese?”

“They must try every genetic group. Chinese, Japanese, Filipino, those tests- done. Not many Americans in this area. They called me, ask me to be a recruiter.”

And so that’s how I ended up on the fifteenth floor in a little room being handed a paper cup, a can of Pepsi and three hundred dollars American.

“What do I do?”

The nurse -an actual nurse in a traditional uniform and a stethoscope slung around her neck- barely spoke English.

“Take pill.” She mimed that, complete with washing it down with a swig of Pepsi.

“And then?”

“Wait ten minutes.” She stopped explaining and simply gave me a pained, yet blank look.

“And then?”

That’s when she blushed and I mean blushed bright scarlet red. But, finally, after twice making certain no one else was capable of seeing, motioned unzipping her pants, pulling out a dick and jacking off, though with the level of enthusiasm at which she stroked, may have meant starting a lawn mower. Geez, hasn’t she ever watched a guy jack off? Didn’t she have a boyfriend or walk in a brother while growing up?

At my questioning stare she indicated I needed to aim at the cup that contained a big white, mothball-looking pill. Then open the little door in the wall and set the cup inside. After that I was free to go.

“Okay, thank you.”

Pornography is illegal in China so I was left to the whims of my own imagination to get the job done, and no, I didn’t opt for a mental replay of Grandma.

***

“Yeah, hello.” It was raining which meant I was passenger one hundred and four on a sixty passenger bus.

“It’s Dave. I think you failed the test. They want you back tomorrow, to try again I guess.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Tomorrow’s my only full day off for quite some time.”

“They’ll pay you double.”

Turned out I hadn’t failed.

So, next morning an older dude in an expensive gray suit is handing me six hundred bucks in fifties, and his English was really quite good. I found him to be relaxed, efficient and quite personable. His name was Wei Chen and he was in his early forties.

“First time, did you wait for ten minutes?” Chen asked.

I tapped the face of my watch, (am I the only person who wears one anymore?) “Yes, sir. exactly ten minutes before I started.” Well, it had felt like ten minutes. I had spent the time scrolling through memes on iFunny. Actually it could have been fifteen.

“Okay, good. This is same test, but we bring in specialist.” With that a lady of about twenty five and a slightly flirty but nervous look on her face stood, stepped over. “She not speak English.”

I got the picture immediately and assured him the lack of English will not be an issue.

Once the gentleman escorted us to a small conference room and closed the door behind himself, the ‘assistant’ pulled out a stopwatch, and the instant I swallowed the pill, she punched the start button.

I wasn’t sure exactly how this was going to go, but since I didn’t see an empty cup anywhere I took it to mean this would be a more ‘real world’ test. As the clock hit minute nine, she stood, turned her back to me and dropped her pants. She began fingering herself, slowly spreading her feet wider and wider apart. At twelve minutes she said “Okay” and leaned face down on the table, butt held high.

Should I go slow and savor this? Or keep it clinical and just ‘do my part’ and wrap it up.

I like sex too much for that. I took a firm hold of her ass, used the tips of my thumbs to spread her lips and inserted just the head. She leaned back, sliding me in deeper. She felt tight, and I wondered if she was ‘assisting’ more men than me today. Somehow I doubted it. If you’re going to have an accurate test… oh screw trying to figure this out now- I withdrew, turned her around lifted her onto the shiny clean conference table. I gripped both her ankles, spreading them high and wide and began thrusting into her- and I’m pretty sure anyone passing by in the hallway heard her moans as well as my final ‘oh god, yes’.

After, she stood, wiped a little but not much and pulled on her panties, inserting a panty liner. I wiped myself off and we walked out together, leaving a wet spot on the table the size of a dinner plate and the air perfumed with sex. I got to go home but I suspect her portion of the test included hanging around the office a day, maybe two and frequently peeing on a stick.

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We arrived at her place and she offered a drink & a joint, I accepted both. She offered dinner, but I was only interested in her. She was already getting started to get dinner going. . Spaghetti?

I said “ ok, but I'd rather eat you”

She said “you need food to maintain your health “

Ok

I was mesmerized seeing her beauty and elegance in her prep work.

“How can I help? I asked.she suggested that I go shower and relax, “ you'll need some rest” smiling suggestively.

I really wanted to watch her, but a shower sounded good. On my to way to the shower i discovered her hot tub. I got a quick shower to wash down, but wanted the hottub. As I was finishing up, Sarah came in, saying supper is ready.

I opened the curtain and agreed, offering my sausage. She laughed and said later..

She leeds me to dining room where she shows off her skills again. Beautiful presentation, candles, flowers .

Wow, Sarah, are you planning to keep me?

She just smiled, biting her lip and winked.

We sit for dinner and i said “Sarah, this is restaurant quality, I think you're pusuung the wrong career. This is awesome!!!

I can't help but focus on her breasts and face while enjoying the food.

Sarah, that was terrific., but now I need time to digest. Can I suggest getting it cleaned up, then check out your hottub?

“oh you saw that, sounds good to me. Will you spend the night with me?”

SInce dinner is dealt with, she pours another drink for us and leads me to the tub, grabbing another joint on the way.

We get in the tub and she lights up and passes it to me. We sit and relax, passing to an fro, chatting about life. She seems perfectly comfortable with me, in spite of our age gap.

I finally had to tell her that I'm 66 and asked if the gap was concerning for her.

She laughed and asked how old i thought she was.

When I said 19 or 20 she laughed again and thanked me.

“I'm 31”

My jaw dropped. I'd ask for proof but she hasn't lied yet.

“WOW” I exclaimed. “You look much younger and I just figured your more mature than others. It explains the way you handle yourself. “Still though I'm twice your age, is this a hookup or something more? I'll accept either but would be honored if more”

At this point she slides over and rests her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. She kisses my cheek and snuggles in. “I'm ok with short or long term. There's something about you that I love”.

Just then the doorbell rings. “Shit, I forgot my friend Kim was coming over to party. Wait here, I'll go let her in, this could get very interesting”

She returns with Kim and introduces us.

Kim had already stripped down and was climbing into the tub.

I greet her casually, blushing since I'm now naked in the presence of two beauties, also naked.

Kim sits to the left of me, and Sarah to my right..my mind is racing about the possibilities, and my dick is acting like I'm 25 again.

Sarah explains how we met, and how today went since. Kom seems to be excited by the story and kisses my cheek.

I was lying on the sofa with my panties around my knees, my finger lightly teasing my pussy, when Tanya’s message appeared on my phone.

“Hey! Just got back from the honeymoon! Wanna come hang out? I miss you <3”

It had been a week since the bachelorette party. Each time I let myself relive it, I felt a flush creeping down my chest, across my tummy, and between my legs. Of course I wondered whether our friendship would be affected by what we did, but each time I thought of Tanya, I couldn’t get the image of her “Bride-to-be” tiara sitting crooked on her head as she tasted my pussy.

I replied to her message: “Hey, yeah! I missed you too!”

When I arrived, Tanya was waiting with the same smile I’d always known; warm, friendly, and slightly mischievous. We hugged, just as we always did, only this time I couldn’t help notice the way her breasts felt pressed against mine, the way her dress was loose on her body, allowing her to move freely within it.

We ended up in the living room, where she poured us both a glass of champagne. The taste of it took me back to the bachelorette party. Was she doing this on purpose? She tilted her head, studying me, her eyes lingering on my breasts for a moment.

"So," she began. "I don’t want to make things weird, but we’ve known each other a long time, and I’m just gonna say it; I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last week." She took a slow sip from her glass, letting the silence linger before meeting my eyes. "Neill knows."

My heart stopped. "He knows?"

“Yes. I told him." She shrugged, a little embarrassed. “Don’t look at me like that. I had too!”

My head swam–she told her new husband that she had licked her best friend’s pussy on the night of her wedding? I assumed it would be a secret I would take to the grave. "What the fuck? Why would you–"

“It’s complicated,” she said. “But that’s not all.”

I studied her face. “...what now?”

“He wants us to do it again.” She didn’t even flinch when she said it, just waited, watching me. “And so do I.”

I stared at her, my mouth open. A long silence filled the room, and finally, she spoke again, her tone gentle but certain.

“I thought about it a lot…about what we shared that night.” She took another sip of champagne, her eyes still on me. “But Neill…he deserves to have a part of it too. And I want to give him that. For our wedding.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. She wanted to “give” me to her husband, like a gift?

“I...I don’t know, Tanya,” I whispered.

Tanya leaned closer, her hand brushing mine. "Sarah, I can’t stop thinking about it either. About you." Her fingers traced a soft line over my wrist, sending a rush of heat through me. "It’s…different, the three of us. It’s something we could share.”

I tried to deny that my pussy was already getting wet, but I knew that a big part of me had already agreed to whatever it was they were asking of me. After all, what are friends for?

The sheets were cool against my face as I lay face down on the bed next to Tanya. Our noses were almost touching, just as they had been so many times sharing beds growing up. Only now we were both naked with our assed and pussies up in the air, waiting for attention.

“You look so beautiful,” Tanya whispered, her voice barely more than a whisper, her breath hot on my face. I could feel the warmth of her skin radiating close to mine, and I could sense her excitement. I felt it too.

I opened my mouth to respond and then closed it again. Footsteps behind us. He was here. Just like she had said. Just like we had agreed. I thought of what his view must have been at that moment–two perfect tight wet pussies, quivering with excitement. The thought only made me wetter, andI wondered who he would fuck first–his new wife or her best friend.

The bed dipped slightly under a new weight. I felt a hand slide over my waist, strong yet gentle, rougher than Tanya’s and more commanding. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, and I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation, surrendering myself to them both.

Tanya’s husband had arrived.

Paying For College (the old-fashioned way) part two

It is called The Campus Coffee House—a simple name—and the "baristas" working here are why I started drinking coffee—they are as hot as the coffee. There is no crowd in the coffee house presently, so I walk up to the counter and look at the chalkboard menu, hoping they may have a new pastry for today. Cheryl usually makes pastries that are almost as sweet as hers.

"Hey Dave, how's it going," says Cheryl.

"It's one of those days."

"How so?"

"Steve and I were supposed to be heading out for a 5-day party weekend right about now."

"That sounds like a lot of fun," says Cheryl.

"It would have been— We had everything planned out, and it was going to be party till we drop every day."

"Well, don't leave me hanging..."

"Anyway, our party funds—in my account—are overdrawn, and my tuition for next semester also went with it."

"That's awful," said Cheryl.

"Tell me about it..."

While Cheryl and I are talking, Lana comes from the kitchen and goes to the counter.

"Hey Dave, good to see you," says Lana.

Lana walks around the counter and gives me a big hug.

Pause

Let me tell you something about Lana. She has the most perfect set of tits—size DD. When she hugged me, I felt like two blow-up rafts were squeezing me. She has a great figure, but her tits are to die for.

Unpause

Lana has a big smile on her face.

"Lana, you always have the best hugs. The type of hugs guys would have written 1500-word articles about to Hustler Magazine—I used to read my dad's subscription to Hustler. They had great articles.

I hear the door open, and Steve walks in.

"Steve!" Lana happily—yells—as she runs across the dining area to hug him. Like most people. Yes! They would die for it.

Steve, even though depressed about the cancellation of our 5-day party weekend, is pleased as he walks up to the counter with a smile on his face.

Lana came up from behind and was standing there with us.

"That sucks about your 5 day party weekend," says Cheryl.

"Yeah, it does, but thanks," says Steve.

"Is there any way we can help," says Lana.

"You girls help in ways you don't even know about," laughs Steve.

"Show them our new t-shirts," says Cheryl to Lana.

"Oh yeah, look," says Lana.

Lana stretches her t-shirt down a little spreading across the whole range of her tits.

"Do you like it," says Cheryl.

"Hell yeah!" says Steve.

I punch Steve in the arm.

"Oh yeah, fantastic advertising," says Steve.

"I think there might be a way you can help," I say.

"How's that," says Cheryl.

I point at both Cheryl and Lana.

"You two used to model, right?"

"How do you think we got the money to open The Campus Coffee House?" Says Lana.

"I think my plan is now complete."

"Are you serious," says Steve.

"Dude, this is going to be better than our 5 day party weekend!"

To Be Continued

I walk into the bathroom. Placing my items into the sink. I yell out "I'm ready for you now gal". The wooden hallway floor gently cracking under your slow and careful steps. My eyes catching your silhouette in my peripheral vision. "Off" I instruct you in my low, comforting, and stern voice. You eagerly untie and drop your soft robe to the floor. Your naked, bare, and vulnerable body exposed to me. Your hands immediately going behind your back instinctively. You remembering your training. I walk over to you. Brushing the hair away from your face. Planting a soft kiss in the middle of your forehead. "Sit" I instruct you. In one stride you're at the tub's edge. You sit there. Your feet flat. Back straight and palms of your hands resting on your knees. I walk over to you. Standing in front of you. Pulling your hair up placing it into a red hair tie. Placing a soft kiss behind your left ear and then your right.

Taking a half step away from you. "Open" I instruct you. Your palms never leaving your knees. You slowly open your legs. Exposing MY hairy pussy to me. A beautiful darkness there. I squat down in between your open thighs. My eyes at your belly button. Carefully looking at your body. Taking in every part of you. Looking upward. Noticing every mark, freckle, curve, every bump of your areolas, my fingertips trailing along your skin faintly. A stand. Leaning you forward. Your body resting against me. My hands down your spine, your back, your hips, your shoulders, and down the backs of each arm. "Good" I comment in approval. I place you back as you were sitting before. Your thighs still open. I turn over to the skin grabbing the tube of cream. Turning the top off. Pushing the cold cream into my fingers.

Your eyes gazing at the floor. "On me" I instruct you. Your eyes now fixated on me. My pressed together, cream covered fingers applying the thickness onto MY pussy hair. You flinch at the chill of it. My slow circular motion covering every hair. I reach back grabbing the tube again. More cream onto my hand and then to MY pussy. You taking in a deep breath follow immediately by a careful swallow. I stand and turn towards the sink. Washing my hands setting the timer. I pick your robe up and hang it. I stop the tub up. Turning on the hot water then the cold adjusting unti the temperature is perfect. Placing in the liquid soap and bath crystals. While back at the sink I grab the small cloth. Running warm water over it. Folding it before firmly squeezing out some of the water. I turn and squat down. Placing the warm cloth onto the area just above MY clit. Wiping upward gently. Your shoulders relax and your eyes close. I unfold and fold the cloth again. I wipe again. The darkness of hair fading with each wipe. I stand to rinse the cloth free of hair and cream. I squat again wiping the remainder off you. MY pussy now bare, smooth, and sensitive. I toss the cloth into the sink. I stand. Turning off the tub water. "Good girl. Stand up" I instruct you. You stand and face the tub. I squat down inspecting your ass, the back of your thighs, calves, ankles, and heels. "In" I instruct you. You slowly entering the tub water one foot at a time...

“Jade? Mark?” Ryan called to them standing up slowly. He made his way over to and reached out; grabbing Jade’s hair he pulled her head backwards with a slight tug. “The fuck are you doing?”

Still bouncing and grinding on top of Mark, Jade reached up to wrap her arms around Ryan’s neck. She pulled his face closer to hers and began kissing him. Tongues fighting for dominance, low moans filling the air; then the kiss was broken. Both Jade and Ryan slowly separated each other, still staring into each other eyes. Jade’s eyes filled with unbridled lust while Ryan’s filled with lust and satisfaction.

While seemingly unbothered by this interaction, Mark continued keep Jade held by the waist; pounding into her nonstop, watching these two lovers completely losing focus on him. He loved it; Mark loved the thought of being ignored, people acting as if hey not even there. Being thought up as something so insignificant, so worthless, it only made him hotter, basically having to beg for attention.

“Fuck!” Jade moaned out load after Mark pounded into to more roughly, more aggressively. “Harder, harder.”

“You like that, huh,” Ryan asked Jade stuffing two fingers into her mouth, watching as she began to suck and lick them.

The only nose Jade let was a lustful sigh as she grabbed Ryan’s arm trying to force more of his hand down her throat.

“I bet you wish it was my dick instead,” Ryan stated to Jade. “You want me to fill your throat with nothing but my cock, don’t you?

Jade let out another thirsty breath, nodding her head to whatever Ryan was saying.

“Hey,” Ryan called to Mark, taking his other hand and forcing Mark to look at him. “Lean her over.”

Without missing a beat Mark moved his hands lower onto Jade’s back and carefully leaned her back so she was still on his lap while her head was near Ryan’s waist level. Jade reached towards Ryan’s pants and unzipped them while still being somewhat upside-down. She reached and pulled out his penis, giving it gentle licks and kisses, rubbing it across her lips before opening her mouth and sucking on it. Ryan caressed her face before wrapping his hands around her neck and removing his dick, leaving a string of white between them.

“Open wide,” Ryan watched as Jade opened her mouth wider and stick out her tongue. Her eyes drifting backwards and her hand massaging her breasts. “That’s a good girl.” Then he slam his cock back into her mouth almost choking her before she was able to relax her throat.

Not wanting to be out done Mark started to rock slower, but harder and harder with each thirst and Ryan always made sure to match his pace. And it continued like that; when either man was close to releasing they would switch up the rhythm and the intensity to have their session last longer. Jade stuck in the middle of two men, both unwilling to come to completion. It was beginning to be too much her for; every stroke and touch of hands made her more and more sensitive, so she did the only things she could, she tapped out.

Jade with the strength she had left clapped her right hand against her left thigh three times signaling that she was done for. Both Ryan and Mark stopped and mindfully pullout her. They carefully lifted her up and moved her over the sofa laying her down gently as her body gave little twitches from her multiple releases. Ryan gave Jade a small peck on the lips and watched as Mark leaned down and does the same.

“I’ll run a hot bath, you clean this up.” Ryan says to Mark.

Giving a mock salute Mark let out a gravely laugh, “Sir, yes sir.”

Ryan moved to stand in front of Mark. He placed his hand under Mark’s chin forcing him to make eye contact. Then Ryan tenderly caressed his thumb against Mark’s lips pushing past his lips, past his teeth until he could feel Mark’s tongue giving small licks.

“You were such a good boy.” Ryan broke the silence. “Maybe, if Jade agrees to it we can have you over again. Would you like that?”

Mark let out a slight moan as his eyes started to glaze over.

Ryan removed his hand and stepped back giving Mark room. “I need a coherent answer.”

“Yes,”Mark let a low and breathy sigh. “Yes, please.”

Ryan let out a low deep laugh as he walked to the downstairs bath to run a hot bath.

Once Ryan was past the door’s barrier Mark say on the floor and leaned his head back making sure to not jostle Jade.

“Holy hell.” Mark said into the silence.

“I know right.” Jade said back as their eyes met.

~end

This never happens.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Parts of this never happen.

For a year now, I’ve been playing a thing called the Doorknob Game. The rules are simple: I stand in front of a hotel room door, and my prey stands on the other side of the room.

If she can touch the doorknob before I cum inside of her, she wins a prize.

I’ve always picked silly prizes for it - $100 cash, a stuffed animal, a dinner date where she gets to be treated like a girlfriend. One contestant was fighting for her right to sleep on my bed like a real human. Another wanted to not be called a cumslut when I wrote the story about her.

The prizes never mattered. They always lost.

That part, that happened. Over and over again. And every time, I loved it. Each woman would pick a different way to try and outsmart or overpower me. Each one of them always failed.

It was such a simple, clever scene. Every time, the women legitimately struggled and squirmed until finally realizing the inevitable. I was stronger, bigger and more experienced. And each woman had a slightly different technique, I found that I didn’t get bored of it. There was always some new twist, some new flavor each time.

So with a trip coming up to a city without an active fucktoy, I posted an ad looking for my next target.

And her reply did jump out.

The tepid nervousness was endearing. She was shy, but had some kink experience in that she was married and in an open situation. The more we delved into her situation, the more I found out it was a cuckolding, not a hotwifing.

I had some experience as a Bull years ago, and knew the nuances well. A Hotwife and a Stag are basically modified swingers. The Stag loves watching his Hotwife get fucked, and loves joining in. There isn’t a lot of jealousy in that arrangement, if it runs well. I’ve fucked my fair share of Hotwives, and enjoyed it.

Cucks, though, are really a lot more rare than Stags. Well, ethical, in-the-know cucks, at least. More than a few women have made their boyfriends and husbands into cucks without them knowing about it. That goes all the way back to the days of Shakespeare.

Her husband was absolutely a cuck.

“He’d have to be on the other side of the door as we do this,” she said.

I have to assume she didn’t realize I was planning on doing this in a hotel room. I really didn’t need a cuck in the hotel hallway pressing his ear to my door and giving me way too much attention.

“Honestly, I’d prefer it if he watched,” I said. “If he wants to listen, we can put him in the hotel room bathroom or the closet.”

“Oh, a hotel,” she said. “That’s better… can you tie him up?”

We started negotiating limits. We set the time, the location, the safewords. It was all set to go.

We’ll call this couple Chuck and Lucy. They’re a cute, married couple, with conservative upbringings from a childhood in another country. They were an arranged marriage, and very sweet, lovely people.

Lucy was 5’2 with long black hair, dark eyes, tiny tits and a heart-shaped ass, in her mid-20s. Chuck was 5’7 with short black hair and the same dark eyes. He’d listened to a lot of bigger men use his wife as cumdump, making her cum in ways he just couldn’t.

It occurred to me that this was going to be the first time watching her get fucked. And it was going to be quite violent.

I smiled. He knew the safewords.

But just in case he had some dumb instincts, we sat him down on the chair, then got the rope. The chair had some thick, sturdy legs, so it was easy to lash his ankles in place, then his hands behind his back. The chair was in the corner, pointed towards the bed.

Lucy gave him a kiss, then stood next to him. She was wearing skimpy shorts and a tight tank top, with knee-high socks. The fabric looked thin and cheap.

I casually took off my shoes and socks, then moved in front of the door.

It was time to play.

She was frozen.

Panic.

Legs stiff. Eyes wide.

I’ve seen it before.

A deer in the headlights. She could do something. Anything. But not moving was the worst option. Feet rooted to the ground. Fight or flight failing completely. A flood of options in her brain, and none of them picked. Just frozen panic.

It didn’t bother me.

I started to walk towards her.

Past the short entryway created by the wall and the bathroom. Into the main area of the bedroom. Cutting off her one chance to run past me to the door.

She snapped.

She had to try.

She had to run.

Lucy lurched forward, ducking to my left hand hoping to squeeze between me and the wall. Away from the bed, towards the door.

She let out a “hurk” noise as my left arm wrapped around her gut, cutting off her momentum and bouncing her towards the bed. I was so much bigger than her, with a foot in height and over a hundred pounds of mass.

She was a little ragdoll to me. Easy prey.

Lucy tried to spin around. It was an incredibly dumb move, putting her back against my chest. I stopped her momentum with my other arm, wrapping fully around her and locking my hands around my wrists.

Squeezing her tight, I could feel her body let out a gasp. I probably could have easily continued to wrestle her for a bit. She was so pathetically tiny, I could have pulled her clothes off and just used her on the floor.

But she was also small enough to pick up and carry over to the bed.

I threw her face-down on the mattress, right next to a chunk of rope I casually left there. Sitting on her hamstrings, she was pinned and helpless. It was so easy to hold her wrists behind her back, to tie them up, to trap her.

She kept wiggling and wriggling. I pulled her shorts down, revealing her tiny little ass. My hands looked massive with her cheeks under them.

“Someone needs to learn how to behave,” I said. I gave her ass a hard swat.

She squealed for me. I could feel my cock starting to throb. Even an easy victory did this to me. The rush, the joy. I started to pull my pants off, then began rubbing my hard cock between her ass cheeks.

“I could take your little asshole right now,” I said.

With how thick I was, it was going to feel like a red-hot poker inside of her. She wasn’t going to be able to take it, not with how hard I wanted to fuck her. I didn’t want to break her just yet. I wanted to play with my toy some more.

I rolled her onto her back, so that her weight pinned her tied wrists under her. She immediately started to squirm and kick. I didn’t hesitate to slap her face. Then I wrapped my fingers around her throat.

“Keep doing that and I’ll squeeze harder and harder and harder, slut,” I said.

I could taste the fear radiating off her body.

I pulled her shorts down to her knees, then folded her in half so that her fat pussy lips blossomed like a flower between her legs. She was glistening with a horny desperation to be fucked and used.

I started to slide the tip of my cock along her pussy lips, coating me. Making it so easy to slide inside of her tight little cunt.

“Ooooh,” she moaned. “Oh please. Oh fuck. Please. Use me. Fuck me.”

Part of me wanted to take my time and slowly fuck her. But that’s the problem with my competitive side. I already won. She was my prize. I didn’t have to care about her needs at all. I just had to use her as a fuckhole and a cumdump.

I lost myself in the win. I let that dark side out of me. That dark part of my soul that whispers to me kinky little ideas to trap and torment young women. That monster.

I always pretend that I can control it.

Well, maybe not control it.

Maybe I can feed it once and a while. Let it out to play. Then those intrusive whispers begging me to defile every attractive woman I see won’t be so loud.

I can use this slut.

What the fuck was her name?

It doesn’t matter.

It’s hole.

She’s a hole.

She’s a warm, tight, wet hole, wrapped around my cock. Moaning like a whore. Begging for my cum.

Did I ask if she was on birth control?

Did I fucking care.

She’s a hole.

She’s a hole for my cum.

Her stupid little tits… I can see how hard her nipples are.

She didn’t wear a bra. Probably worried that I was going to rip her bra in half.

Why the fuck am I letting her still wear that tank top?

I grabbed two fistfulls of cheap fabric, and I pulled.

The ripping sensation felt so good. She was exposed. Helpless. Taking every push of my cock inside of her.

Fuck it felt so good.

Every time.

Every time I find a woman that puts up the slightest bit of a fight, knowing deep down she wants to be used by someone that lets his primal lust take over. Feeling that sense of careful planning and control burn away to let the monster out.

To feel my cock throbbing inside of her, filling her with cum.

To feel that victory.

She was quivering. Still.

I could feel my control seep back in. I was in charge again. But the whispers… they were much louder.

I pulled out of her, let her legs drop, and pushed my cock into her mouth.

“Clean me,” I said.

There was a whimper… behind me.

Chuck.

I forgot about him.

“That’s a good little slut,” I said to Lucy. “You like the taste of your pussy and my cum, don’t you?”

Lucy moaned in an affirmative.

I pulled my cock out and walked over to Chuck.

“You know,” I said, freeing his ankles from the chair, “You should try it, Chuck.”

I didn’t bother untying his hands. Instead, I guided him to his still-bound wife, her legs spread, my cum starting to slide out of her pussy.

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t act confused, Chuck,” I said. “Your wife is now my slutty little fucktoy. Look at all that cum inside of her. You know what you want. You want to be a shameful little slut yourself and taste it.”

I pushed him face-first into her crotch, and Lucy started to moan again.

“You married a really pathetic excuse for a man, you slut,” I said, looking at Lucy. “Which is a shame, because you’re a really gifted fucktoy.”

I didn’t let Lucy answer. Instead, I just put my cock back in her mouth. She started to suck me with an even stronger eager passion. Both her and Chuck were moaning softly to each other.

I was still so fucking hard.

Lucy wasn’t going to make me cum with her mouth. I already knew that. For my entire life, if I’ve cummed once, it takes at least 12 hours before I even had a chance of cumming in someone’s mouth. And even still, that takes a world-class cocksucker.

“Don’t waste a drop there, Chuck,” I said.

The whispers started to sneak in again.

“Fuck,” I said. “Your wife is a really good cocksucker. At least she is for my cock. She probably respects it more than yours.”

He looked up, but only to stare at my dick in his wife’s mouth.

“Look at what a whore she is,” I said.

Actually…

“Both of you, on your knees here,” I said, motioning to the spot right in front of the chair Chuck was sitting in as I filled his wife with cum.

“Let’s see which of the two of you is a better cocksucker,” I said. “Whoever does a better job gets fucked by me next.”

It was a bluff. I’m only just barely heteroflexible, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even get hard for one-on-one play with a man. But power, power is not homosexual or heterosexual. Power is just a sweet taste of dominance.

Both of them were greedy with their mouths, both trying their hardest to impress me. I didn’t care which mouth I was in and when. I could just feel my cock getting harder and harder. If I was honest, there was no difference in who the better cocksucker was.

But I decided to pick Lucy.

As a consolation, I made Lucy straddle over Chuck like an air-gapped 69. When I pushed my cock inside of her pussy, my balls casually dragged over his face.

This time, I stayed in control, fucking her slowly with long, deliberate strokes, humiliating Chuck more and more. He whimpered and tried to ignore it at first, but eventually I felt his tongue stealing tastes of me as I made his wife cum for me.

Again, I decided to fill her with cum. But this time, I made her stay where she was and let the jizz slowly drip on his face. She again eagerly licked my cock clean, and I started plotting out the next way I was going to tease and humiliate them.

If you’re questioning if it’s real yes it was, I used to do….you can guess what I used to do and I did it for those purposes, it’s about 8 minutes long. Anyways…

This girl I met got me into it the begin with and decided we should do a threesome (we were both amateurs and didn’t know what to do) so it was me her and one of her guy friends who’s a lucky guy lol

It was extremely awkward because the dude wasn’t into it, we both sucked his dick while he just starred at the ceiling. After that shit started to ride him while I sat there awkwardly then we started talking about positions to get all 3 of us involved.

Then she sucked his dick while I ate her out from the back, then the only other position we did (because he nutted quick) was her bent over in doggie eating me out while he hit it from the back. It wasn’t really an erotic sexy experience, it made me rethink sex completely. It was very unrealistic compared to what I’ve seen.

I open the bathroom and almost lose focus, my eyes caught on the shine of her pretty black hair. You're sitting on the floor, frozen, eyes locked on mine. My eyes trace a line from your eyes, to the fingers wet on your tongue, down past two more big distractions, to the source of your savor. My mouth waters. You're hot and ready to go. We've both waited all day for this, many promises were made, pictures exchanged.

Holding your eyes, too afraid to blink, I shut the door behind me. You're not going anywhere until we're both exhausted. I pull the cap off some perfume on the vanity, spritzing the air. "I want you to remember this moment the next time you smell this. I want you to think of me. And everything I did to you."

You've been a good girl, not saying a word, just watching. "Lay back." As I take the towel off the rack and roll it up. Getting on my knees, I crawl forward as you lay back, lips just inches from each other. I never let them touch as I become more and more on top of you. Never looking away, I place the towel behind your head and gently push your throat into it. You can feel the heat of my breath as I say "get comfortable."

Sliding back, I let my stubble graze and tickle your tits as my heart races faster. Biting the bottom of your dress, I lift it higher, 'accidentally' bumping your clit. Just letting her know I'm nearby. I finally break eye contact to take in the scene, your pretty little clit standing at attention, begging to be sucked. I oblige, sliding my tongue down your clit and deep in your pussy. Now covered in your grool, I can show your clit the sloppy love it deserves! I'm losing myself between your legs, rock hard and ready to bust out of my pants. I kiss all over your luscious thighs before I tear myself away. We smirk at each other as I undo my belt. Grabbing your thighs I slide you closer until you smack into my hips, cock to clit. I can't help but smile as I think about how to tease you. Using your own grool, I start rubbing my head side to side on your clit, watching you writhe under me. I tease you more and more, pressing your lips together and rocking back and forth, smiling as you struggle to contain yourself. It's fun. Too much fun. I start to twitch and realize I'm closer than I thought. Pulling my hips back, I go as deep as I can, shuddering at how soft your pussy feels as it's grips me fully.

I hold you, frozen, cock slowly throbbing as I try to hold back, my face nuzzled in your neck. You whisper "cum in me" and I melt.. my fingers dig into your back as my whole body tenses and relaxes over and over. Cock engorging inside you, hot cum pumping over and over as I fill you til you're overflowing. I try to thrust deeper, begging to be further inside you. With a special gentleness, we hold each other for a moment in silence. I listen to your heartbeat as we both breath heavy.

"I'm not done with you" I say after the moment passes, rearing my head to gaze into those lustful eyes. You look like you want to devour me, and I oblige. I can feel my erection coming back, growing inside you. The warm hug of your pussy tightens as I hear you catch your breath.

Your ankles brushing my neck as I bend you in half, forcing myself as deep as possible. I get to work, easily sliding in and out of your pussy slick with our cum. quietly at first, you hear "cum for me." Again. "cum for me." Again. "Cum for me." I'm chanting it now, the pace increasing as I fuck you harder. "Cum for me." It's not a question. With one hand, I grab your chin to look at me, and your eyes regain focus as you come back to earth. You're looking at me with a longing, almost desperation "I know." And the flood gates open. I feel you clench down on me, gripping my cock as if it should never leave it's place, pulsing in a rhythmic purr.

Satisfied, we lay there like it's our new home. The occasional twitch like an earthquakes Aftershock, too sensitive to pull out. I kiss up your neck and your cheek, holding you close, mumbling "good girl" as I relish the warmth of your embrace.

This is part 18 in a series. Feel free to catch up with parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, [17] (https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/7jHB2CC5Lh)… or dive right in to enjoy Part 18:

Elle

Elle watches Andrew's back rise and fall as he gently snores facedown on the bed beside her. She wants to reach out and touch him, but won't wake him just yet. It's noon, and he has had one of the worst days of his life, she suspects. The fall out from their exposed affair is still in motion, happening in real time.

Elle half-heartedly scrolls through job postings on Linkedin. She hates the idea of leaving Andrew's firm, but there is simply no way she can stay. It's too muddy now. Everyone will know once Missy catches wind of it, if she hasn't already, given her relationship with Samantha. People will say it's a toxic workplace. They'll start leaving. Then clients could hear about it. Andrew will be forced to defend himself, to defend Elle, when he needs to focus on rallying the troops.

And frankly? Elle's pride won't allow her to stay. She has worked so hard, and none of that will matter. She will be known as the girl who slept her way to the top, the gold digger who targeted the married man. Or worse, the girl with daddy issues who slept with her 50-year-old boss. She's been privy to office gossip before; she knows exactly how deeply the remarks will cut.

She dismisses these thoughts. They do not serve her. She stretches out under the cool sheets. Her mind turns to Samantha and the missed call; a rat on a wheel in her brain that keeps spinning, going nowhere. Elle considers calling Samantha back to apologize, to say that she should never have crossed the line, that Samantha deserves better and that Elle wishes she can undo the pain she has caused, but she also knows that it will not actually help. Admitting what she has done and apologizing only serves to alleviate her own guilt, and that is not something that she has earned. Maybe in a few weeks or months, Samantha will want to hear an apology, but a few hours after discovery is not the time.

Elle slips out of the bed, then throws on a sweater and jeans. She needs to take a walk to clear her head. She grabs her phone and the hotel key and slinks into the hallway, catching the door to close it softly behind her.

Andrew

The click of the door latch rouses Andrew from his sleep. He groans, rolling onto his back, feeling for Elle, but she's gone. She must be out for a walk, or maybe she went to one of the conference sessions, he thinks. That would be just like her to work at a time like this.

He smiles, though it's more like a grimace. His head is pounding. He needs more sleep, but he does not have that luxury. He needs to call a lawyer. Start listing assets. Stop the bleeding in this finished relationship and move forward. He'll make sure that Sam is covered, and also, that he is not homeless.

He scrolls through the listings of law firms back home in the city; the list feels endless. He sorts by top-rated, and clicks to dial.

A cheery-sounding woman answers the phone.

“Walker and Holloway Family Law, this is Sandra. How may I help you?”

“Hi,” Andrew says. He sits up and tries not to groan again. “I need a lawyer. I'm… I guess I'm going through a divorce.”

The words spill out and he feels almost… shocked by the reality. He thinks, is this really happening? Is he actually going through a divorce already? Is it too fast? Maybe he shouldn't be calling yet. What if he's jumping the gun? What if…

“I'm sorry to hear what you're going through,” Sandra says, her tone gentler. “Is this your first call?”

Andrew clears his throat. “Um, yeah.”

“Okay. I'm happy to help.” Sandra's tone is suddenly all wrong; she's practically bubbly. He listens anyway, because he has to. She continues: “At Walker and Holloway, we try to make things as easy as possible, given what you're going through. We aim to maximize your time with your kids and your money as fast as possible so you can move forward with your life, okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Andrew stops himself from sighing as he listens. Maximize time with his kids? What kids? It sounds like she's reading from a script.

“So let's start with a few details so I can see if this might be something we can help with,” Sandra finishes. “What's your name?”

“Andrew,” he says. “Andrew Collins.”

“Thank you, Mr. Collins,” Sandra replies. “And what area of California are you in?”

“San Francisco.”

“Has anything been filed yet by you or your ex?”

“Not by me,” he says, “and not by her that I'm aware of. Yet.”

“Okay, got it. And do you have any minor children together?”

“None.”

“How long have you been married?”

Andrew pauses. This question hurts. “Twenty years,” he says softly, closing his eyes. “Twenty one next May.”

He can hear Sandra typing in the background. She's not reacting to anything he's sharing with her, she's just asking and typing, taking down notes, then onto the next.

“Do you have any assets or debts you're concerned about protecting?”

“Yes.” Andrew takes a deep breath and rubs his forehead as he thinks. “We have a house that we own outright, and…”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sandra says quickly, “was that from before or after the marriage?”

“After,” he responds. He is actively repressing memories of buying the house. Champagne shared on the day of closing, when their first home was just an empty teardown north of the city. That was before the money and the remodels. He won't think of the way they made love on a blanket on the floor. The way Sam’s eyes sparkled when she looked at him. “We… bought it together.”

“Okay,” Sandra says. “Anything other properties? Vacation homes, timeshares?”

“Nah,” Andrew says, shaking his head as if Sandra is in the room with him. “Nothing like that. Just the one house.”

“Other assets to protect? Boats, cars? Businesses?”

“Yes. Two cars. Paid off. And, uh,” Andrew swallows hard. “I own a small company. Less than ten employees. I'm in advertising.”

“And when did you start that company?”

“About fifteen years ago,” Andrew says, his tongue thick in his mouth. Is he going to lose that, too?

“Got it. Do you have a recent valuation on your company, in the last year?”

“N-no,” Andrew stammers. He can feel his heart beginning to race, his hands sweat. “I'm sure I can get one,” he adds weakly.

“Don't worry,” Sandra says. “We can handle that part for you. We are going to make this as painless as possible, okay? Take a breath. You will get through this. We will help.”

“Okay.” Andrew does as she says and takes a deep breath. It feels silly, but it works: his heart slows, and the panic ebbs. “Thank you, Sandra.”

“Of course, Mr. Collins. Now is there anything else you would like to share?”

“No,” he says, then he reconsiders. “Well, yes, actually. I think you should know that this is all my fault. I had an affair with my colleague—my employee,” he corrects himself. “I am not out to hurt my ex or deny her anything. I want this to be as gentle as possible, and I will give her half of everything, no question. She didn't ask for any of this. I just don't want to lose my company. It's all I have left.”

His voice breaks a little as he says it. He still can't believe this is all happening. But he knows that the only way out is through. Isn't that something he thought earlier? And here he is now, actually going through, and as heartbroken as he is, he knows it's the right thing to do.

“I understand, Mr. Collins, and again, I'm so sorry you're going through it,” Sandra says. “Based on what we've talked about today, it sounds like you definitely need an attorney, and we have particular expertise in this area. Our goal is to support you in reaching a settlement quickly, within three to six months, and make sure you are protected throughout the process. I'm going to set you up with an hour-long consultation, where you'll talk more in-depth about your situation and outcomes. All of our attorneys require a flat fee, and I can send that information to you in the email confirming the appointment. How does that sound?”

“That… sounds good,” Andrew says. It doesn't sound good. His mind is racing. He looks around the room. Where is Elle? He feels so alone and unprepared for all of this.

“Let's talk scheduling,” she chirps.

Andrew nods because he feels like he can't speak, then remembers they're on the phone and she can't see him.

“Okay,” he says aloud, even though “okay” is the furthest from how he actually feels, even though his world is imploding, even though he's terrified of what is happening, even though he feels more alone and unsure than he has ever felt before in his life.

Then he says “okay” again, because he's going to have to be.

Elle

Elle is walking outside and clutches her jacket close to her throat. It's noon, but Seattle is chilly in November; far more than it is at home in San Francisco, anyway. The ornamental trees lining the street are bare, reaching up from the earth like skeletal claws. Elle considers that it is nearly Thanksgiving. She wonders where she'll spend it this year. Will it be too soon to introduce Andrew to her family? Will he still be around? Or will things turn out the way they normally do, the way Elle's heard it go a hundred times before, where the husband falls on his knees and begs his wife to take him back after being caught?

Maybe he will beg his wife to take him back, she thinks. Ugh. It makes her feel sick to imagine it. She hates how complicated it is. And even if he doesn't and they wind up together, she thinks of explaining how they met. How disappointed her mother would be. But what else is new?

She can admit to herself that she likes the thought of having him at her side over the holidays, and of him bearing witness to the family dynamics. The way her mom and sister go straight for each other's throats, then forgive each other in the next breath. Her aunt laughing and sharing a glass of wine with them, like they're the sane outsiders, just here to observe.

“Oh, shoot,” Elle says out loud as she walks. She almost forgot to call. She pulls her phone from her pocket and hits her aunt's phone number.

Aunt Lydia picks up on the third ring.

“Ellie!” Aunt Lydia cries. “How are you, my heart?”

Elle smiles into the phone. “I'm okay, auntie. How's Cory?”

“Bad-tempered as ever. The bane of my existence. He ran right under my legs as I was going downstairs the other day, and I'm positive it was intentional. This cat is going to kill me.”

“It'll take a lot more than a fifteen year old cat to take you out,” Elle says, giggling. She stops at a red light, waiting to cross the next street. She follows the signs towards downtown as if she has a real purpose, and pretending is helping.

“Yeah, maybe. I'll give him a run for his money, anyway.” Aunt Lydia is smiling through the phone, Elle can hear it in her voice. “So what are you up to? Why are you saying you are ‘just okay’ when I asked how you were doing, my dear?”

Elle sighs. “There's a lot going on.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me all about it.”

Elle takes a deep breath. “Well… you know how I told you about the crush I've had on my boss?”

“Uh-huh,” Aunt Lydia says slowly. Elle can practically hear her aunt's eyes narrowing. “The fun crush you were going to do nothing about?”

“Ha. Yeah…” Elle trails off. She's not sure what to say. “Yeah.”

“Oh, honey, no.” Lydia says, and Elle can hear the disappointment in her voice.

“Yeah,” Elle says again helplessly.

“But he's married,” Lydia says, as if this is not something Elle has considered. Elle sighs.

“Yeah, he was. Less so… now. I think.”

The silence on the other side is deafening. The light across the street goes green, and she walks the crosswalk without saying another word. There are two men walking ahead of her, so she lingers in the silence. She doesn't need their judgment.

Elle reaches the other side of the street, Lydia still hasn't said anything. Elle pulls her jacket closer in the chill air.

“Say something,” Elle prods after what feels like an eternity of silence.

“Sorry honey, I'm just… processing.” Aunt Lydia exhales slowly. “So the wife found out, huh?”

“Yes.” Elle feels her cheeks redden as the enormity of what is happening crystallizes around her. The shame, the regret, is finally hitting her as she confesses, and she wants more than anything to cry on her aunt's shoulder.

“I'm so sorry that is happening,” Aunt Lydia says. “You knew going in what it was. But it doesn't make it any easier to go through. For that, I'm sorry.”

“It's… so bad,” Elle says, and her voice breaks. Tears begin coursing down her cheeks. She can feel her lower lip is quivering. She bites down on it gently to stop it, to gain some semblance of control. She slows her pace even more, until the men ahead of her are out of earshot. “I knew being with a married man was wrong. I'm not stupid. It happened really fast.”

“I'm sure it did, sweetheart.”

“And like, rationally,” Elle continues, feeling like she's spinning, “I know I'm not a terrible person, even though I feel like I am. And I know that who I am hasn't changed. But I didn't know what I was willing to do, I guess. And I don't know how to reconcile that.” Elle stops walking and leans up against the nearest building. The stone is cold on her back. “That's something I am going to have to work through. But I love him, Auntie. I really, really love him.”

“Of course you do, honey.” Aunt Lydia sighs again. “Oh, I wish I could hug you right now.”

“Me too.” Elle says. She imagines Aunt Lydia hugging her tight. It makes it easier. She feels a little less alone.

“So what happens now, Elle? Where do you see this going?”

“He's going to leave her,” Elle says. She feels like an idiot even saying the words out loud. She is acutely aware that she is a cliche. “Well, I think he already did. I need to talk to him. But he's dealing with so much right now. I just want to see how things play out, I guess.”

“Okay,” Lydia says. She hesitates. “I'm… going to share something with you that nobody knows, because I think it will help. Not a word of this to your mom, got it?”

“Of course,” Elle says. “What is it?”

“Do you remember your Uncle Charlie? He was my fiance when you were little. We split when you were five.”

Vague memories awaken of a man in a black convertible driving along the coast, the wind in Elle's hair.

“I remember a black car. Was that his?” Elle says.

“Yep! That was him. We took you down to Big Sur one weekend. You loved riding with the top down.” Lydia chuckles. “So did he. Anyway, the point is that when we met, he was married to someone else, too. We kept it hidden from everyone. So when I say I understand… I really do. And this is why I told you not to do it, Elle. Nothing good can come of it. It won't end well. It never does.”

“What happened?” Elle asks, chewing her lip.

“What do you think?” Aunt Lydia laughs tersely. “He got back with his wife. After proposing and everything. I told your mom and your grandma that he had to move away. It was devastating. And I was completely alone.”

“Oh, Auntie.” Elle looks up at the clear blue sky, imagining the pain Aunt Lydia went through. “You didn't tell anyone?”

“Never.” Lydia clicks her tongue. “Who could I have told, back then?”

“That sounds so awful,” Elle says quietly.

“It was. It wrecked me. I loved him more than I thought possible.” Lydia sniffs and Elle wonders if she's crying. “After all these years, that one still hurts. I just don't want that to happen to you, Ellie.”

“It won't,” Elle says. She runs her fingers through her hair, shaking it out. Somehow it makes her feel a little taller, a little more brave. “He might not stay with me, but I'm not alone in this. I have you, now.”

“Yes you do,” Aunt Lydia says. “Yes you do.”

“Wanna hear all the gory details?” Elle asks.

“Of course. Then we’ll talk about what you're going to do next.”

“Deal.” Elle smiles, and begins the story as she walks back toward the hotel.

“That’s it,” my instructor said as I lifted the bar one more time. “And good!”

I sat upright and smiled. It was a personal best.

“Good job,” Winston patted me on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” I smiled as I drank some water.

“Nervous about tonight?” Winston asked.

“Not really,” I lied.

Tonight, I was going on my first date since Ian walked out the door and never returned, leaving me with two kids, a mortgage, and everything else.

I tried to find him, but eventually, social media found him for me. He was already shacked up with another woman. I could have gone after him for child support and everything else, but that would only bring him back into my life.

I was better off without him.

‘Four years,’ I thought as I packed my gym clothes and headed home.

It had been four years since Ian left, and I hadn’t dated, seen anyone, or done anything related to dating.

Melanie, my neighbor, had set me up on a blind date. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I was looking forward to getting out of the house on a Friday night.

The kids no longer needed supervision, being fourteen and twelve, plus Melanie stated she and her husband would peek in on them during the night.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~~

“You’re not wearing that are you?” Melanie asked as I walked out of the house.

“Yeah,” I said, looking down at my clothes.

“Molly!” Melanie walked across the grass and onto my driveway. “It’s a first date not a rock concert!”

I liked my black shirt with my favorite rock band and black jeans.

“He said we were going to a party,” I shrugged.

“A nice party, not a nightclub, fancy drinks, an upscale soiree if you will,” Melanie smiled.

“I look like a dress-up doll!” I exclaimed as I tried not to breathe.

“It looks good,” Melanie grinned with excitement.

“If I breathe too much I might tear it,” I said.

“You are exaggerating, you are not that bigger than me,” Melanie said as she stared at me in the mirror.

Comparing my chest to Melanie was like comparing an apple to a watermelon. “Seriously, I can’t!” I said as I got out of her dress. “I will pick something.”

Melanie always told everyone she was big-chested because she was a DD, but I was a lot bigger, and she hated it when I tried to tell her that.

Finally, I picked out a dress that I had worn to a wedding. I had to make a few modifications, but it looked good.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~

“Thanks for a great time,” I smiled as I looked at Timothy, who walked me to my car.

“I could follow you home,” Timothy said.

“No!” I quickly responded. “I will be alright,” I said as I opened my car door and went inside.

I waved at him as I pulled away. “Never again!” I said as I drove away.

Melanie was waiting outside as I pulled up.

“Three hours!” Melanie blurted so the whole neighborhood could hear.

“It wasn’t going well,” I said as I got out of the car.

“He is a lawyer, one of the best in Gregg’s firm!” She followed me to my door.

“I know!” I yelled. “He couldn’t stop talking about himself!”

“It’s a huge accomplishment!” Melanie shouted.

“Then you date him!” I yelled back. “Aaron, has done this, Aaron won this, Aaron….” I said, “Who talks like that?”

Gregg, Melanie’s husband, stood in the doorway. “He does brag about himself a lot,” he said.

“You are not helping!” Melanie turned to look at him.

“Thank you, but no thank you!” I stormed upstairs.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~

Melanie didn’t stop texting me about how I should give Aaron a second chance and that she would tell Gregg to tell him not to brag about his accomplishments.

“Still at it, huh?” Winston said.

“Yeah,” I sighed and put away my phone. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled.

“Sometimes a good sweat can put things out of your mind,” Winston said.

“Oh, I always sweat when you put me through the wringer,” I smiled.

Winston put me through my paces and pushed me harder than usual. One of the things Ian always said was that he hated how much weight I had put on during our marriage; he was one to say he had ballooned during our marriage, but at least I had been working on my weight.

“There we go!” Winston said as I pushed the giant tired to the finish line.

“Holy fuck!” I screamed as I fell to the floor.

“Not thinking about that bad date anymore, are you?” Winston asked.

“No, I am thinking about how I will be able to stand,” I said as the sweat poured off me.

“I will help you,” Winston took my hand and pulled me to my feet.

“You were right,” I nodded. “A good sweat is just what I needed.”

“In that case,” Winston grabbed me and pulled me hard.

“Winston!” I said as he pulled me to the back behind the gym.

“You have a few more exercises to do,” Winston stared at me.

I stood still as there was no one back there.

“Suck it!” Winston ordered as he took out his cock.

I should have said no, bolted inside, and told someone what my instructor was doing or wanted me to do.

“Molly! Suck my dick now!” Winston ordered.

I fell to my knees and started sucking his sweaty black cock. My hands reached around him and held his firm ass as I sucked on his thick cock.

“That’s it!” Winston said as he held my head and started fucking my mouth.

I could smell the musk and sweat of his balls and feel the sweat from my face dripping down onto my chest.

“Your turn!” I said, standing up.

I turned around and put my hands on the building.

“Yes!” I moaned as Winston pulled my shorts down and licked me from behind, his tongue pushed inside me. I knew he was tasting me, as well as the sweat pouring down my back.

“Dammit!” I yelled as he pushed his cock inside me with one thrust. “Fuck yes!” I screamed harder as he fucked me behind the gym.

I turned around and jumped onto him, wrapping my arms around his broad body, feeling his muscles grip in a vice lock as he bounced me up and down on his cock.

Anyone that came around the building or if there were a delivery they would see us fucking like wild animals.

“Do it!” I yelled with my legs wrapped around him.

Winston slammed me into the wall and pushed his cock deep into me as his cock throbbed and pumped cum into me.

Winston thrusted and grunted as he stared at me, filling me with his cum.

“You were right again,” I smiled as we walked into the gym. “A good sweat was all I needed.”

“You know where to get one if you need it,” Winston winked.

“Oh, I do,” I smiled as I headed for the woman’s locker.

Eppie stood in front of the full-length mirror, her delicate fingers lingering as she adjusted the red-and-white polka dot bow nestled in her frizzy blonde hair. Her blue eyes glistened with adoration, tracing the reflection of her girlfriend stretched across their bed. Eppie's mind sketching out how perfect Lexi looked in that moment. A memory to keep. A quiet invitation. She turned slightly, catching Lexi’s gaze as it drifted from the pages of her Danger Days graphic novel. Lexi's attempt to appear absorbed in her book was as endearing as it was transparent, and her eyes betrayed her, trailing over Eppie’s figure with a powerful longing. The gentle curves of Eppie’s body under the soft velvet fabric of her dress seemed to pull Lexi in, her gaze savouring each line, each silhouette.

“Lexi,” Eppie purred, her voice warm and thick like honey, each syllable melting into the dim light of their bedroom. The way Eppie said her name never failed to send the most pleasurable shiver through Lexi, like a soft caress that wrapped around her her body, leaving her both grounded and weightless. Lexi’s gaze lifted from her book, her copper-red hair catching the faint light, setting off fiery glints that framed the soft pale of her face. A smile curled at her lips, pink and inviting, and in her eyes, Eppie saw something deep. Devotion, pure and unguarded.

With a graceful, deliberate motion, Lexi set the graphic novel aside on the bedside table, rising with a languid stretch that seemed to draw out each curve, each line of her figure, as if offering herself up to Eppie’s gaze. Every movement was a soft teasing temptation, and Eppie felt an uncontrollable desire spark to life within her, warm and insistent, a pull that spread from her chest downwards, leaving her nearly breathless.

Lexi took a step forward, unhurried, her hips swaying in a rhythm that felt crafted just to tease. Her black velvet choker hugged her throat, the small heart pendant glistening like a hidden promise against her skin—a treat that felt like it was meant only for Eppie to uncover. The sight of her, so confident and inviting, sent a thrill of needful lust through Eppie.

"What’s on your mind? What can I do for you, Miss?" Lexi murmured with a playful bite of her lip, her voice low and inviting as as she wrapped her arm around Eppie’s petite waist, pulling her in close until every curve fit perfectly, leaving no space between them.

Eppie leaned in close, her breath warm and tantalizing as her lips brushed teasingly against Lexi’s earlobe, barely touching, each word lingering. "I want you. Now."

Lexi’s breath caught, her eyes sparkling with a sudden obedience that sent goosebumps over every inch of Eppie's skin. "I am all yours, Miss," Lexi replied, her voice a sensual promise. Her smooth hand slipped beneath Eppie’s faux leather jacket, tracing slow circles over the small of her back through the fabric of her dress, her fingers lingering, exploring, as if savoring the anticipation. She moved slowly, savouring the touch, letting her fingertips roam in lazy paths that built the anticipation Eppie was already feeling. Lexi's nails gently grazed down Eppie’s back, the soft scrape drawing a whimper of ecstacy from Eppie’s glossed lips, each sound and movement heightening the passionate sensuality between them.

Lexi leaned in closer to Eppie, the tips of their noses brushing together in a tender gesture. A moment were the two of them were all that existed. Where nothing else mattered. Lexi's fingertips continued down Eppie's back, each stroke only serving to enhance the intimacy. When their lips finally met, it was a feather-light caress at first, a delicate exploration that left Lexi's breath caught in her throat, overwhelmed by the impossible intensity of Eppie’s subtle touch.

A fire unfurled from deep within Eppie, a primal warmth that rose from between her thighs. Eppie's soft hands slid up Lexi’s arms and up the back of her neck before her fingers weaved through her soft, red hair. Their lips moved together in a passionate rhythm, each kiss deepening, every quiet moan creating a melody of incomparable desire. In that moment, they were completely intertwined—hearts, minds, and bodies—lost in each other, lost in their passion.

The kiss deepened, igniting an urgency between them. Eppie's body pressed even tighter against Lexi's, her hips grinding against her partner almost desperately, an unspoken plea for more. Lexi savoured the sweetness of Eppie's lips, a rich blend of warmth and longing. In that moment, time ceased to exist; the world around them faded away as they melted into each other, lost in desire. Eppie could feel Lexi's excitement pressing against her body, the undeniable hardness of her arousal.

Eppie eased back from their embrace, her lips barely parting from Lexi’s with a soft bite. Slowly, her fingers drifted down the length of Lexi’s arms, tracing every curve and over each mole as if savouring each inch of her. Mapping out the body of the woman that she loves so deeply. When her hand finally reached Lexi's, she paused, letting her smaller fingers slip between Lexi's with a tender, lingering squeeze. She guided Lexi toward the heart of their bedroom, moving with quiet purpose. There, Eppie turned, her blue eyes lifting to meet Lexi’s—a gaze full of the unspoken desire for her pleasure.

Gently, Eppie slid her fingers beneath the hem of Lexi’s black cropped vest top, lifting it slowly. The fabric rose over Lexi’s shoulders, unveiling the curve of her small breasts, their delicate shape catching the soft light. Eppie’s fingertips began a careful, tender exploration, tracing intricate patterns across Lexi’s skin, over her breasts and nipples as though writing a secret message meant only for her. Each touch was careful, leaving a trail of warmth that sent shivers down Lexi’s spine, her breath getting heavier with every stroke. A soft moan escaped Lexi’s parted lips, her head tipping back, surrendering completely to Eppie’s touch.

Lexi closed her eyes, savouring the sensations Eppie created. "God, Eppie, your touch..." She managed to whimper, her voice shaking with her body.

Lexi’s words sent a smile of achievement across Eppie’s face, the praise causing her pulse to quicken. She leaned in closer, pressing soft kisses along Lexi’s collarbone, her touch slow and teasing. Her lips travelled down Lexi's body, tracing a tender path as she sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving Lexi’s. As her lips found the smooth plane of Lexi’s lower stomach, her tongue brushed delicately against her skin, a tease that caused a gentle tremble in Lexi's legs and drew a breathless gasp from her lips.

Eppie's fingers traced along the edge of Lexi's black velvet skirt, soft and warm, as they slipped beneath the hem, lifting it slowly. The skirt rose, revealing the delicate lace of Lexi's black underwear, the bulge beneath almost bursting to be released. Eppie giggled, which made Lexi's breath catch, a trusting vulnerability in the way she looked at Eppie.

Eppie looked up, a question lingering in her eyes. Her voice was a gentle murmur, carrying both tenderness and desire. "Are you ready for this?" she asked.

Lexi nodded, her voice trembling as she begged. "Yes, please."

Eppie’s smiled playfully. "Such a good girl," she murmured, her voice low and commanding, each word laced with an affection that made Lexi’s heart race. "I love hearing you beg for me."

With practised grace, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of Lexi’s underwear, inching it down and revealing her slowly. As Lexi’s cock sprang free, Eppie’s eyes widened with a mixture of hunger and delight.

She wrapped her fingers around Lexi’s length, her grip firm yet gentle, savoring the warmth of her cock and the rhythm of her pulse. Every stroke was a deliberate caress, slow and lingering. She never broke eye contact, her gaze steady and adoring, drawing Lexi deeper into the moment. Lexi’s hips rose, meeting each stroke with a desperate yearning.

"You're very excited tonight, aren't you?" Eppie teased as her thumb traced delicately over the sensitive tip of Lexi's cock, spreading the glistening pre-cum that had gathered there.

"Yes, Miss," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "All for you."

Eppie leaned close, hovering mere millimeters away from Lexi's tip. Slowly, she let her warm breath cascade down Lexi’s shaft, watching as a shiver of pleasure rippled through her body.

“Would you like to feel my mouth on you?” Eppie murmured, her voice confident and dominant, and yet barely more than a whisper. Her eyes held a hint of mischief as she teased her tongue slowly, tantalizingly, against Lexi’s tip.

“Please, Miss. please," Lexi pleaded, her voice trembling with a need that somehow echoed through their bedroom. It was a desperation so profound that it felt as if Lexi had laid her soul bare. With a deliberate slowness, Eppie leaned in, her breath warm against Lexi’s skin as she enveloped the tip of Lexi’s cock with her lips, savouring her taste.

Lexi let out a loud moan, her fingers tangling lovingly in Eppie's frizzy blonde hair. "Eppie, that feels incredible."

Eppie softly hummed in agreement, sending the most pleasurable vibrations down Lexi's length. Eppie let her tongue dance around Lexi’s cock, enjoying in her pleasure. She began to take more of Lexi into her mouth, her lips gliding smoothly down every inch. Her hand resting at the base, ensuring that every inch of Lexi was enveloped in pleasure.

Lexi's legs grew weak, and she struggled to hold herself up. "Eppie, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

“Shh,” Eppie whispered softly. “Not yet.” With a teasing flick of her tongue, Eppie pulled away, the sound of a pop that lingered in the air. She licked her lips, a devilish look in her eyes. “On your knees,” she commanded, her voice low and rich, no room for resistance. Not that Lexi would ever have any intention to resist. She loved to obey Eppie. She lived to please her.

Lexi lowered obediently to her knees, her eyes sparkled with eagerness. Eppie pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips and rose to her full height. Eppie lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her alluring fishnet-clad thighs. She knew just how much Lexi loved her legs. The black thong beneath her dress displayed Eppie's wetness, the sight and aroma an invitation that ignited a desperate fire within Lexi. She needed to taste her. To adore her.

"Worship me," Eppie ordered, spreading her legs slightly.

Lexi gently slid the fishnets down Eppie's legs, lost in the thrill of unveiling her skin inch by tantalizing inch. Lexi placed delicate kisses along Eppie’s legs with each inch revealed. As Eppie stepped out of the fishnets, Lexi's gaze lowered, drawn to the curves of her girlfriend's feet. She leaned down, planting soft, lingering kisses on each delicate arch and toe, relishing in the beauty of Eppie’s feet. Eppie smiled knowingly as Lexi lingered there, cherishing every moment of her worship.

Sitting back upright on her knees, Lexi leaned in, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her Goddess. With a gentle tease, she traced Eppie's inner labia with her tongue, savouring the sweetness of her taste. She was almost obsessed with Eppie's taste. Each teasing stroke of her tongue elicited a soft moan from Eppie, her fingers tangling in Lexi’s copper red hair, pulling her closer.

Lexi looked devotedly up into Eppie's eyes, surrendering herself completely. With a playful tenderness, she began trailing slow, teasing kisses along the soft contours of Eppie's outer labia. Lexi’s fingers delicately parted Eppie's lips, exposing her wetness completely, while her tongue danced closer, edging tantalizingly towards her very core.

Lexi seemed to delight in Eppie's growing desperation, deliberately ignoring her clit for what felt like an eternity, almost as if time itself had paused. With each deliberate flick of her tongue, she explored deeper into Eppie's warmth. Eppie's back arched, her hips bucking in a silent plea for Lexi to find her swollen, aching clit.

At last, Lexi surrendered to Eppie's request, her mouth enveloping the sensitive bud with a gentle yet intoxicating pressure. Eppie released a soft whimper, the sound echoing her delight as Lexi’s tongue danced around her clit, teasingly. With each flick and swirl, Lexi brought Eppie agonizingly close to the edge of ecstasy, only to suddenly retreat slightly, leaving her trembling with desire and longing for more. The playful push and pull drove Eppie wild, a delicious torment that ignited every nerve in her body.

Lexi's warm tongue began to dance delicately over Eppie's sensitive clit again, igniting sparks of pleasure. With deliberate slowness, Lexi inserted two fingers into Eppie's wetness, each curl of her fingers coaxing Eppie closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Eppie's body quivered, balancing on the edge of climax, caught up completely in bliss. As she approached the abyss, her muscles went stiff with anticipation before melting into pleasure. Then, just as suddenly, her body tightened again, the tension escalating with every flick of Lexi’s tongue and thrust of her fingers.

With a shattering release, wave upon wave of glorious climax washed over Eppie, each crest more exhilarating than the last. She lost herself completely to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, leaving her breathless.

"Lexi," Eppie panted heavily, her voice weak with satisfaction, "please, I need to feel you inside me."

Eppie, a thrill of uncontrollable excitement coursing through her, lovingly pushed Lexi onto their bed, the soft satin sheets cradling them as she climbed atop her. With a teasing smile, she positioned herself above Lexi’s eager arousal, feeling the warmth and firmness pressing enticingly against her thigh. Eppie wasn't sure of she had ever felt Lexi so hard.

Eppie took her time, lowering herself gently, the warmth of her wetness gliding down Lexi's throbbing length. Each inch slipped inside her, a deep pleasure spreading through both their bodies. She paused, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of feeling Lexi deep inside her.

Lexi moaned, feeling Eppie's wetness gripping her firmly. “Oh God, Eppie…” she barely managed to let out.

Eppie closed her eyes, a louder moan escaping her lips from the fullness within her. Each sensation was heightened, the connection between so strong. They belonged to each other so completely. Gradually, she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. With every rotation, her sensitive clit brushed against Lexi's pubic bone, sending pulses of pleasure through her body.

Eppie quickened her pace as the tension between them intensified. She could another orgasm hovering tantalizingly just within reach. With every thrust, she yearned to pull Lexi along with her, to share a single moment of ectsacy together. The thought of their pleasure intertwining ignited a fierce determination in Eppie.

Eppie's hand slipped between their bodies, her fingers finding her sensitive clit as she stroked in perfect rhythm with her thrusts. Each flick and caress sent shockwaves coursing through her, overwhelming her senses. A dizziness swirled in her head. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter within her, building to yet another exquisite climax. Finally, with a cry of pure ecstasy, Eppie lost all control of her body again. Her wetness spasmed around Lexi’s cock. It was a moment of pure connection.

Lexi's eyes rolled back her release crashed over her in perfect harmony with Eppie’s. She filled Eppie with warm spurts of cum, each pulse a testament to their shared ecstasy. Her body shuddered, the force of her orgasm rippling through her.

Eppie collapsed into Lexi’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat yet oblivious to any discomfort. The warmth of their embrace enveloped them, a sanctuary that felt infinitely more important to the both of them than anything else in the world.

"That was incredible," Lexi murmured, her fingers gently caressing Eppie's cheek.

“Mmm, it was,” Eppie agreed, her head nestled against Lexi's shoulder, feeling safe and adored. Which she most definitely was.

"I love you, Eppie," Lexi whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too, my Lexi," Eppie replied, her heart swelling with affection.

I was alone last night and terribly horny. For those who love the student/teacher fantasy. Hope you enjoy… (Everyone is 18+ years, consenting and gluten free 😉)

My heart flutters with excitement as I step into the dimly lit hallway of the school, the hushed murmurs of the staff echoing in the background. With each step, the anticipation builds, knowing that behind that private desk lies my captivating teacher, Mr. Professor.

As I approach the door, my hand trembles slightly, a mixture of nerves and desire coursing through my veins. With a deep breath, I enter and quickly close the door behind me, shutting out the prying eyes of the other staff members to preserve our secret.

Your gaze meets mine, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I savor the tension in the air as I slowly make my way towards your desk, gesturing to you to keep quiet. I walk around your teacher's desk and as you turn your chair towards me, your gaze full of incomprehension, I give you a wink that says 1000 words.

My breath catches in my throat as I kneel before you, your imposing presence looming over me. My heart beats wildly as I begin to unbuckle your belt, my hands trembling slightly from anticipation. My red hair cascades around me like a fiery curtain, my green eyes shining with hunger. When our eyes meet again, it's like telepathy: you're begging me not to stop.

As you nervously stare at your office door, I gently pull down your zipper, my lips part in a silent moan. Your cock springs free, twitching beneath my hungry gaze. My warm, wet mouth engulfs it, taking as much of you as I can immediately. My tongue swirls around the head, tasting your essence, while my petite hands massage your heavy balls, urging you to give me more.

I pause, our eyes locking, my mouth leaving your hardness for a moment. "Mmm... you taste so good," I murmur seductively, tracing my fingers along your muscular thigh. My lips wrap tightly around your throbbing cock, my tongue swirling eagerly around the sensitive head. I slide my mouth down your length, taking you deep, my hand gripping your shaft tightly, pumping in rhythm. With each bob of my head, I apply varying pressure, alternating between gentle licks and sucking you forcefully, my saliva dripping down to provide maximum lubrication.

As my head bobs up and down, I maintain unbroken eye contact, letting my green eyes stare up at you with a mixture of submission and craving. I take pleasure in the slight gagging sensation, my throat instinctively relaxing to accommodate your size after so many private lessons. With each thrust, I moan softly, the sound vibrating against your pulsating flesh.

I see you caught between two worlds: your body doesn't know whether to relax under my caresses or stiffen because of the constant risk of anyone knocking on your door during the break between classes. Still, my mouth works tirelessly, my lips and tongue expertly pleasuring you, my gaze never wavering. I know the risk of someone stumbling upon us, but that only adds to the excitement, fueling my desire to please you with every ounce of my being.

I know the school staff is only steps away, and any moment we could be discovered. Yet, the adrenaline coursing through my veins only heightens my senses, focusing my attention on you. With each slide of your cock in and out of my mouth, I let out a muffled moan, completely lost in the moment. Giving myself to you makes me feel so alive.

In this moment, all that matters is your pleasure, dear teacher. I discard any personal desires, wholly surrendering to my role as your willing student. Every flick of my tongue, every suction of my lips is solely to bring you pleasure and fulfill your deepest desires. Your satisfaction is my sole purpose. With each moan and whisper of approval you offer, I feel a surge of gratification, knowing that I am doing my part to please you. I am wholly yours, at your mercy, and I revel in every moment of it. And if anyone deserves it, it's you, my handsome Mr. Professor.

My lips continue their relentless assault on your pulsating cock, my mouth enveloping you completely. I increase the speed and intensity, my head bobbing with a well-practiced rhythm. The suction from my mouth becomes stronger, the wet sounds filling the air as I focus on bringing you to the brink of release. My hands work together, intertwining with my mouth. I stroke your shaft firmly, matching the pace of my eager mouth.

The combination of my tight grip and the warmth of my wet mouth sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an explosive climax. I can sense your mounting arousal, the tension in your body reaching its peak. I pause for a moment, my hand and mouth frozen over you, and whisper in a sultry voice, "You're so close, Mr. Professor? Give it to me. Let go and release all that pent-up desire." I deliberately used my little feminine voice, the one that charms you every time, doubled with my angelic smile filled with false innocence.

As the tension in your body reaches its peak, I can sense your impending orgasm. Your muscles tighten, your breath quickens, and with a manly groan that reverberates throughout the room, you reach the peak of your pleasure.

In that moment, some voices resonate from the door, announcing the presence of others on the other side. But the risk of getting caught only heightens the intensity of the situation. Determined to savor every drop of your release, I greedily swallow your copious load, my throat contracting in audible gulps that fill the air with a mix of satisfaction and urgency. The taste of your salty essence fills my mouth, and I relish in the moment, knowing that I've brought you to such incredible heights.

My lips remain locked around your pulsing cock, my tongue milking every last drop of your essence. The taste of you, mixed with the adrenaline of our risky encounter, fills my senses, driving my own arousal to new heights of mischief. Though my heart races, I refuse to relent until I have consumed every bit of your pleasure. With each gulp, I relish the thrill of being so close to getting caught, my mouth, hands and throat working in harmony to devour the evidence of our forbidden liaisons.

As the last remnants of your orgasm fade away, I release you from my warm, wet embrace, my lips glistening with your seeds. I meet your gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips, as we both share the exhilarating knowledge that we have narrowly escaped discovery.

The room is filled with a charged silence, broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing, as we quickly gather ourselves and attempt to compose our appearances. We exchange a knowing glance, the electrifying memory of our encounter still lingering, before parting ways, leaving our secret passion locked behind closed doors. 💕

As the train chugged away from the station, the door to the compartment opened, and Henrik looked up at him, the stranger. He was tall, with fierce angles to his features, to his cheeks and the cut of his eyes and savage mouth, and he was dressed in what looked to be a very expensive suit made of cream-coloured fabric, his shirt and shoes a shiny black.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing across from Henrik, and Henrik nods his head.

The stranger moves forward with one loping stride, easing himself down into the other bench. His legs are so long that his knees very nearly touch against Henrik’s, until he crosses them and angles them to one side.

“Are you going all the way to Oslo?” he asked in warm, easy tones.

“Yes,” Henrik said, setting his book on his knee, his finger momentarily holding his page. “You as well, sir?”

“All the way to Oslo, and then some,” the stranger says. He’s looking at Henrik, looking at him with hungry, nearly yellow eyes, his gaze roving over Henrik as though to make a meal of him – over his face, the waves of his hair that he took out of their ribbon, his throat, down his travelling suit, his trousers, his shoes. “You’re not from Norway, are you? Your accent reveals you.”

“Yes,” Henrik says, feeling heat rise on the back of his neck. “I’m, uh, actually—”

“You’re Dutch,” the stranger interrupts him. “A Hollander. Further north than Amsterdam, but not so far as Schagen…. Alkmaar?”

“That’s some trick,” Henrik says, softly laughing despite himself. “You get all that from my accent?”

“You still have the old railway sticker on your suitcase,” the stranger says, gesturing up to his case on the shelf, and Henrik stares up at it, then laughs, rubbing at his blushing cheeks.

“God, you got me,” he says, and laughs a little more, setting his marker into his book now and laying his book aside. The stranger is still looking at him with that greedy look in his eyes, and Henrik glances to the corridor to see if anyone is passing them by, but not just yet. “You don’t have a city accent yourself. Are you from around here, Vestland?”

“No,” says the stranger. “I’m from the wild forests, further north. The mountains.”

“Oh,” Henrik says. “What, you’re a logger?”

“No,” the stranger says. “I’ve never cut down a tree in my life, though I’ve climbed very many, and rested beneath many more. Have you ever cut down a tree?”

“No,” says Henrik. “No, I’m a shipwright, myself, or, I’m training to be one, anyway. I was in Bergen studying. How about you, what has you making the journey all the way to Oslo?”

“Hunger,” the stranger says. “Want.”

Henrik blinks, not knowing exactly what to make of that – the way the stranger says it, says each word, has the hairs on the back of his neck standing up on their ends, leaves his skin hot under his suit. He opens his mouth to reply, but the door slides open and the conductor comes in, checks their tickets before politely taking his leave.

As soon as he goes out into the corridor, the stranger stands to his feet, pulls down the shades on the compartment door, although not the one on the window.

“You want to take a little sleep?” Henrik asks, his hand fluttering toward the window shade. “I can—” He falters.

The stranger’s eyes are even yellower now, and his severe features appear even more severe, his teeth seeming longer, his nose more of a snout. His ears have elongated, growing sharper pointed tips, and his hair, which before had been a shaggy tail of grey and brown, is even longer now, more of a mane.

“Not sleep,” he rasps – near growls, and Henrik’s mouth is dry.

“What’s your name, sir?” Henrik asks, although he falters as the stranger gets to his feet, and he’s so unspeakably tall, is made of such sharp angles, and his hands are very strong as he grabs Henrik by the upper arms and pulls him up.

“My name will do you no good, boy,” the stranger tells him, even as he shoves Henrik up against the compartment window, bent double. His fingers, so long-nailed as to be almost like claws, make quick work of the buttons on his braces, and Henrik’s trousers are already a little too big for him – they drop immediately, and Henrik can’t believe what’s happening, that this is happening.

His cock is hard between his legs, and he can’t conceive of it as the stranger shoves him up hard against the glass, pushing up his shirt tails, and there’s no warning at all before the stranger’s cock is cleaving not between Henrik’s thighs but straight into his arse, and he howls, muffling the sound as best he can against the inside of his sleeve. It’s an obscene risk, this, the green forestry around them passing by as they make their way toward the next patch of coastland.

It hurts.

It’s a sublime, wretchedly hot pain, a burn about the rim of his arse as the stranger’s prick drives roughly into him, his sharp nails digging in against Henrik’s hips and the meat of his thighs, and his sharp, sharp teeth drag and nip and make little bites against the back of his neck, and Henrik feels dizzy with want and arousal.

“Hunger, I told you,” the loping wolf of a man growls into his ear, and his tongue is hot where it drags over the side of Henrik’s neck, under the lobe of his ear. “Want – lust, by any other name.”

He grips Henrik around the middle and shoves his cock as deeply into Henrik’s arse as he can cram himself, and fuck, but Henrik can feel every inch of it, feels the drag and growing wetness of his prick, feel the way being slicked with each thrust inside him. It goes from feeling savage with a bite of pleasure to feeling all-too-pleasurable with only a bite of savagery, and Henrik can scarcely draw breath as the stranger’s hips jackrabbit against him, taking all they want from him.

Henrik’s knees are weak but it doesn’t matter. When they buckle, the stranger keeps him upright, limp between his flattening against the cool glass of the window and the trees passing them by outside and the pierce of the stranger’s cock inside him, taking from him all he wants, using him as he pleases.

“Ungh,” Henrik whimpers, and then his back arches suddenly as the stranger licks the back of his neck, tastes the sweat off his skin, and Henrik’s finish comes over him in a sudden burst, and he’s made a mess of the compartment wall and the carpet beneath them, and the stranger keeps fucking him even though it’s too much, now.

His spent cock is twitching desperately, achingly, and he clumsily grabs and presses against the glass, tries to take in his breaths, tries to think, tries to moan, “Too much, too much—” but he is powerless against the stranger’s hunger, his lust, against the gluttony of it and his desire to fuck his fill.

When he finally does spend with a howl he doesn’t muffle, a victorious noise that fills the compartment they’re in together, steam clouding the inside of the glass and Henrik’s fingers slippery against the surface of it, Henrik’s weak knees are allowed to collapse beneath him, and the stranger pulls back and lets him fall in a puddle on the floor.

His head is spinning, and his legs feel like jellied eels beneath him, and he’s ridiculously tired, his head leaned against the compartment wall.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, and blearily turns his head to look to the stranger, who is sitting in Henrik’s seat, looking perfectly put together. Henrik’s book is in his lap, and he looks near serene, reading from it.

“You have twenty minutes to recover,” the stranger says, “before I fuck you again. We’ll get to Oslo by nightfall, hm? I may well have fucked you full of pups by then.”

Henrik feels the stranger’s come leaking out of his arse, fucked and abused and open, and he wants it, craves it, needs it – fears it.

“Pups?” he echoes.

“Nineteen minutes,” says the stranger, and slides Henrik’s waterskin toward him with his foot, and Henrik lifts it to his mouth and drinks from it until it’s halfway empty.

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Emperor Leonardo XII fidgeted on his throne. A month ago, he had been the eighteen-year-old crown prince. After his father's untimely death and a hasty coronation, he was the eighteen-year-old King of Izavar in conjunction with the emperor of all of Celedel.

Today was the first day of the betrothal ceremony, or as Leo saw it, a contest. Instead of the customary gray-haired sycophants and aggrieved peasants, this morning's imperial court was filled to overflow with young princesses, duchesses, countesses, and their ambitious mothers.

Leo leaned over to his mother and whispered. "How many more?"

Queen mother Caterina continued to stare ahead. Her face betrayed no hint of annoyance at being asked the same question for the sixth time in the last hour. "We are nearly finished, your grace. Please do not fidget so. We do not wish to start by offending your future queen before the betrothal is decided upon."

Leo groused as the Court Herald announced the titles of the next young girl. "It would be hard to offend half of them as I doubt they have enough sense to comprehend this... this ceremony. Must they all be so… young?"

Caterina bit her lip to suppress an exasperated sigh. She had worked hard behind the scenes to ensure that none of the older eligible noble women had entered their names to be considered. This was about consolidating power, and making sure Leo married the favored daughter of a powerful aristocrat was her utmost concern. "I assure your grace they are all of age, no matter their appearance. Need I remind his grace that he has not yet begun to shave regularly?"

Leo gave the young baronetess the customary response he had spoken a few hundred times before. The young king had repeated the words so many times that he was sure that he would say them in his sleep tonight.

"And this concludes…" The herald intoned before being interrupted as the court doors dramatically flew open.

A hush fell over the assembled ladies as a raven-haired beauty strode down the aisle toward the throne.

King Leonardo edged to the front of his seat. For the first time in many hours, his curiosity piqued. Meanwhile, his mother's face turned as sour as month-old milk.

"I am sorry," Queen Mother Caterina spat out venomously. "Only unmarried women of noble blood may be presented at court today."

The raven-haired woman gave Caterina a smile that did not entirely extend to her eyes. "Oh, but I do fit that description." Then she turned to the court herald. "Please, good herald, perform your duty."

"All hail the Queen Elyna of Bokmal," the portly man intoned, his voice cracking as he recovered from his initial shock.

Caterina's eyes narrowed. "As I said, only unmarried women, or does your husband, King Harak, approve of polygamy?"

Elyna feigned an expression of sorrow. "I cannot give his opinion on the subject as we have never discussed such a thing. But, alas, King Harak went to join his ancestors shortly after our new king's coronation, so unless his grace is determined to marry more than one woman who has presented themselves here today, I do not see how it is relevant."

"My son would nev…" Before Leo raised his royal scepter, Caterina spat out to signal that none but he may talk.

"Queen Elyna," he began as a feint smile played across his lips. "I am sorry to hear of your loss. King Harak was a noble leader, and I hear in his youth the fiercest of warriors."

Queen Elyna curtsied at Leo's praising lament of her late husband. The king's breath caught as the deep bow, along with the raven-haired beauty's dress's plunging neckline, threatened to spill her ample bosom out for all the court to see.

"You are too kind, your grace. Lord Harak retained his nobility to the very end even if age had long since taken his battle prowess."

Caterina stepped forward, placing herself between the busty temptress and her more than interested son. "It seems so soon after your beloved husband's passing. For what reason did you decide to make the perilous journey here?"

Queen Elyna gave Leo a shy look. "For you, your majesty. You commanded every kingdom in the empire to send at least one eligible female of noble birth. As you stated, the journey from the mountains of Bokmal to the palace of Izavar is one drought with dangers. Most noblewomen of Bokmal marry shortly after reaching the age of legality. If I had not come, I would have had to have sent a mere girl barely of age. Such a journey is not safe for one so young. I could not in good conscience send a child on a journey that would ultimately prove fruitless."

Elyna's unspoken assertion that she believed Leo was not interested in being betrothed to any of the young girls present caused a discontented murmur among the mothers of the toddlers and babies present.

The queen's mother's face purpled. But Leo arose from his throne before she could forget herself and explode in anger.

"So you suggest those here are not worthy of being my queen."

Elyna beamed with radiance as the emperor took the bait. "No, I see many girls that would one day make the emperor proud and be a worthy queen. Many young noblewomen start out inexperienced in the matters of state and learn from their more experienced husband. This is different. You would both be new to politics. Isn't it better if one is able to guide the other? Show them what a leader, partner, and lover is supposed to do when the situation arises?"

Leo had always been impressed by a clever turn of phrase. At this pronouncement, he stood up and walked with purpose toward Elyna.

A hush grew over the assembled noble women. Elyna felt her resolve waver as the emperor of the civilized world boldly strode in her direction.

The differences between the emperor and queen were striking. Elyna's complexion was dark and swarthy, whereas Leo was as fair as porcelain. Wavy locks as golden as the risen sun topped Leo's head, where Evyn hair was black as midnight and straight as the king's road.

Even their choice of clothing highlighted their differences. Leo's crimson doublet and champaign-colored breeches draped loosely on his slight frame. At the same time, his lion-headed cloak jutted out from his shoulders, giving him the appearance of possessing broad masculine shoulders.

"He's so cute," several young girls whispered as Leo admired his latest suitor.

Elyna wore a form-fitting green gown with a plunging neckline. It highlighted the queen's curves to the point of being deadly. None could deny Elyna's sex appeal was beyond any of the other hopefuls.

"Cradle robber," a few of the mothers groused.

"My son will make his decision in three days," the queen's mother announced, prematurely ending the encounter between her son and his older admirer. "You all have free reign of the palace and its facilities till then."

Leo and Elyna continued to look into each other's eyes for a moment. "Thank you for fulfilling your duty," the king said. Then he turned and returned to his throne, sitting back down with the weariness borne of receiving so many thirsty suitors.

Elyna smiled knowingly and turned to leave her exaggerated walk, accentuating her luscious hips.

"If you can quit staring at that woman's ass, it is time for the council meeting," Caterina whispered gratingly in her son's ear.

Old men whose day had long passed dominated the king's council.

The first to speak was Sir Mandoran, a crusty old knight who led Izavar's oldest and, at one time, most revered noble house. Mandoran had taken the vows and been dubbed by Leo's grandfather during a time of prolonged peace. He had worked hard never to have to wield his sword except during a tourney, and even then, often, he was injured and unable to compete in the more prestigious championships.

Mandoran's portly belly shook when he talked, and Leo found it difficult not to giggle at how the gravy stains on his tunic seemed to dance. "As I was saying, the Southern defenses could use some reinforcement. According to our intel, the Chenab are amassing a sizable army in marshlands."

A skeletal figure across from the rotund knight made a raspy sound that might have started as a chuckle but quickly turned into a hacking wheeze at Mandoran's pronouncement.

"Something funny, Lord Galrod?" Mandoran asked, squinting in a way that made his face look even more piggish.

"The thought of rice farmers posing a threat to our Southern legions deserves at least a bemused smirk," Galrod chided as he brought a handkerchief to his hips to wipe away the floor he had just jacked up.

"An honest mistake as I believe Sir Mandoran has never visited the south lands during harvest," interjected Ajak Hebner, tenth Earl of Trinity Point. The earl was a plain bore of a man who over-compensated for his dull personality by using his land's vast wealth to overdress for every occasion. "I don't believe our Master of War has ever visited the garrison. Not even during the uprising in the second year of our previous emperor's reign."

Mandoran bristled and began to rise, but his immense girth caught on the edge of the table and caused him to fall back in his chair. "I was still recovering from the injury I had received in Lord Ashfall's tourney to commemorate the birth of his third son."

"And such a prestigious tournament that was. It attracted contestants from as far and wide as Knob Village and Small Fort," Earl Hebner whimsically mused. "Tell me, did you receive your injury from Sir Layton the Old or the eventual winner? Oh, what was his name? I never pay attention to all the unsung squires that enter the lists. Most tournaments, they never even make it out of the preliminaries."

Mandoran's face went as red as King Leo's doublet, and he slammed a fist on the table, causing it to violently shutter at his violent assault.

"Gentleman," Queen Mother Caterina interjected. "Normally, I would let you all bluster and cajole as much as you could, but today, there is a most pressing matter."

"Ah yes, the question of who will share our dear young emperor's bed," The Earl hastily said, glad to have Mandoran's attention distracted from him.

"Who will be Queen and the mother of the next emperor," Caterina icily corrected. "Also, the queen receives a lifetime appointment to the council. So a wise choice is needed not to have one more dunce seated before us."

Lady Liffon, who had been content to remain quiet till now, finally decided to speak up. "I think Lady Charlet would make a fine choice."

Mandoran snorted. "Ha! Her family's income is minuscule; their lands are small and ill-placed, and that girl is as plain as a dairy barn door."

"All the more reason to choose her. Her family would have no undo influence, and she would be insane to cheat as some queens in the past have been wanting to do," Lady Liffon countered.

Caterina shot Liffon a hateful glare for mentioning the rumor that she had not been entirely faithful. "Those are good points, but the queen should bring some prestige to the role. Also, if I am forced to play nice to the tedious mother that birthed her, I would need all sharp objects banned from my person."

"What about Queen Elyna?" Earl Hebner asked. "Her lands are small but very vital to the northern border. Also, any heir she produced would have a hereditary claim to the throne of Bokmal. And not only is she a great beauty, but she is bereft of bothersome parents."

Caterina gripped her chair's armrest and let out a sigh. "She is too old for my boy! And who says Elyna can have children? She and the King of Bokmal never produce an heir in their twenty years of marriage.

King Leo, who had been watching all this with the embarrassment that comes from having people talk about your love life while acting as though you are not in the same room, spoke out at this. "King Harak was an old man. I believe this would have been his 80th winter had he made it to next month. Old men often have trouble with the things that go on in the bedroom. I, however, am far from old. Besides, were our ages reversed, the gap would not pose a problem."

Mandoran pounded the stone council table. "I believe our king has his favorite. And who can blame him? Were I in his position, the buxom Raven-haired vixen would be my choice over little girls and flat-chested waifs!"

Caterina stood up and glared at Mandoran until the portly knight regained his composure. "Yes, my son is young. And while he may hold the titles of King and Emperor, he has not yet reached his twenty-first winter, which is the age of wielding that authority without consent of the council."

Caterina then turned to Leo. "I know you have your thoughts, but the good of the realm must be paramount in this decision. The council and I will discuss it further and present a list of acceptable choices on the morrow."

King Leonardo knew when his mother had dismissed him and gloomily stalked out of the room without a word of protest.

Later that evening, King Leo headed to his private bath house. In the last month, he had found it to be the one place where he could find quiet solitude. Only old Rauf, a veteran of countless long-forgotten battles, stood sentinel. His position as guard was more out of ceremony than necessity. Still, like a lot of things Leo found unnecessary, his mother insisted that the king must always need a guard.

As Leo passed the elderly man, he could not help but notice a sly smile hiding beneath Rauf's countless wrinkles. It was the same smile his grandfather on his mother's gave him when he snuck Leo a piece of chocolate before dinner.

I didn't know Rauf had more than one facial expression. Leo thought as he began to remove his kingly attire.

The young emperor was in superb shape. His deceased father had been a fanatic regarding his son's health, and countless hours spent in the yard drilling along with the elite squires of the realm and a diet heavy on meats and leafy greens had built Leo a long and lean form.

King Leo admired his physique as he flexed and posed in the mirror. The young man was very well developed for his age, with bigger biceps, a more defined back, and that ever-so-desirable six-pack abs than any other eighteen-year-old boy in the kingdom.

Leo turned to walk into the steam of the hot bath when a small, smooth hand caressed his shoulder while a sultry voice cooed into his ear. "Your physique does not disappoint."

Years of training kicked in, and King Leonardo the XII spun around and pushed his mystery assailant against the wall. "Who are you? How did you get past Rauf?

Leo was shocked that his prisoner was Queen Elyna. Bereft of all clothing, only a towel wrapped around her kept her modesty. If the queen were to make any sudden movements, what little was left to Leo's imagination would surely be revealed.

"Queen Elyna?" Leo asked, his voice quivering. "Why… What… How…”

Queen Elyna smiled at the king's dismay. "How? I told old Rauf the truth. I wished to take a bath and wait to talk to you. Most don't know this, but my dear departed husband told me that Rauf was quite the ladies' man in his youth. I doubt this is the first time he let a single woman into his commander's bath. As for what? That seems obvious. A beautiful and eligible, nearly naked noblewoman. When it comes to why, that is because I wish to persuade the emperor to make me his empress."

Leo's mouth stood agape as Elyna calmly answered his stuttered questions. His eyes kept creeping down to the bare tops of the queen's breasts; the towel that, as of this moment, concealed her areola and nipples threatened to slip off and display them in all their glory.

I'm afraid the council will choose my bride. Your play seems to have been in vain."

Elyna grinned at the fact she had not been outright refused. "The Emperor is young and, therefore, can be forgiven for only being partially right. By law, the council is to present suitable candidates for the emperor. Then, the emperor will choose his empress from among those."

"And you think you will be one of those candidates and have come to lobby for me to select you."

"Oh no, my emperor. I will not be among the candidates chosen by the council."

"Then we are back to the beginning. You will not be available for me to choose, so again, I say this play was in vain."

"Not if you marry me before the selection is announced," she said as she placed her bare thigh against Leo's.

A blush crept up on Leo's face as he realized that he was standing completely naked in the presence of a beautiful woman, and her silky smooth leg was just inches from his stiffening cock. "I can not do that. It is illegal."

"Is anything illegal if the Emperor does it?"

"What? How could it not be?"

Elyna traced a finger on Leo's chest. "If some minor noble defies the council, he is brought before the emperor for justice. But should the emperor defy the council who would sit in judgment over him?"

Leo sucked in his breath. It was taking all of his well-trained discipline not to throw Elyna to the floor and lose his virginity to her right then and there. "The council would. Emperors have gone on trial before."

"And yet none were ever convicted," she answered, looking deep into his eyes.

Leo could feel his heart pounding against his sternum. Raw animal instinct yelled in his brain

to take the queen then and there. "Yes, but this time… you nor I would not be allowed to vote, and mother would be very much against this."

Elyna allowed the towel to slip just a bit. The dark tops of her areola came into view along with the sweeping curve of her left hip. "Tell me, did Earl Hebner put forth my name?"

Leo found he could not raise his eyes from the queen's chest. His cock was now painfully stiff. "Yes, but mother shot him down quickly."

"Then we need not worry about conviction. I have been in touch with that old sycophant, and his putting my name forward signaled that he accepted my offer.

"Offer?" Leo asked, a bit confused and unable to remove his eyes from the swell of Elyna's breasts.

Elyna gave a slight wiggle, causing the towel to slip even more. Now, the towel hung precariously from her breasts. Any disturbance threatened to have her be just as nude as Leo. "He knows that having the young Emperor and his Empress's favor will do wonders for him and his line. Also, Sir Mandoran will be swayed to our cause if Hebner is implacable in his support."

"I would have to have a sufficient reason to elope," Leo said, looking Elyna directly in the eye. His expression was stern and regal.

"Sufficient reason?" Elyna asked.

"Yes, though I am the emperor, and therefore above the law, it doesn't…" Leo started to say before being cut off by Elyna with a savage kiss.

The older woman slid her tongue into Leo's virgin mouth. The towel fell to the floor, signifying that the time to be coy had ended. Leo's slender nude frame pressed against Elyna's supple body as both excitedly explored what the other had to offer.

The young emperor grabbed at the queen's full, firm ass. His hands caressed the copious amounts of soft flesh.

Elyna slid a hand down Leo's taught abs to find the king's rigid cock. She smiled at the size and girth her hand found.

She took the Leo's cock and slid it along her outer folds, coating the tip in her free-flowing juices. Leo moaned, and his knees buckled slightly.

"If this is your reaction to merely feeling the entrance, how will you ever last once you penetrate my pussy?" Elyna teased as Leo's head rested against her firm breasts.

"It's the one thing that mother refused to let father have me trained in. I could burn through box after box of candles in the library and spend hours being beat black and blue on the practice field, but when my father suggested a few evenings of learning the art of love at the royal pleasure house, mother went apoplectic," Leo said with a hint of shyness.

Elyna hugged Leo tighter into her bosom, smiling at this favorable revelation. "Good. Now you won't have to unlearn what some whore taught you."

Elyna bent down and sensually and slowly kissed Leo. She took his hand and guided it to her moist sex. "This is my clit. If you gently rub it, a woman feels very… oh gods... perfect."

Leo rubbed his index finger slowly up and down Elyna's nub. The older woman trembled and shuddered as Leo's smooth digit stimulated her most sensitive areas.

"Yes… right there… Oh, gods, you've..."

Leo had taken the initiative and slid his finger inside Elyna.

"Oh, gods, where did… you… Uhmm... a bit faster… learn about…" Elyna whimpered, unable to form coherent words.

"Sir Osterfield would often give exaggerated demonstrations and bandy explanations when he had drunk more than enough ale after a hard day in the practice yards," Leo explained as he used his other hand to stimulate Elyna's ass. "I was a bit afraid he was making it up."

"Remind me to reward this… sir… ohhh yes, keep going, right there, RIGHT THERE!."

Elyna bit down on Leo's shoulder as an orgasm tore through her body.

Leo spun around and once again pushed Elyna against the wall. He spread her legs apart, his hand slipping on her slick inner thighs. He reached down and lined up the head of his throbbing cock with the queen's pussy.

"Do it!" Command Elyna with a sultry growl. "Fuck me. Turn me into a filthy virginity-stealing cougar."

Leo pushed into the loving queen's slit. "You filthy slut. You expect me to make you my queen?"

Elyna gasped and raked her nails down Leo's back. "I know you will, and I expect you to put a child in my belly, too!"

The woman and young king were lost in the throes of passion. Their sex was wild and primitive. They crashed about, breaking and destroying a few tables and vases in their quest to create new life.

Finally, Leo could hold back no more. "Gon… Gonna cum!"

Elyna wrapped her legs firmly around Leo at that announcement and pulled him tight. The king's cock began to pulse as he spurted rope after rope of semen inside Elyna's eager womb.

Leo rested his head on Elyn's ample bosom when the deed was done. Both parties were panting from the physical exertion.

"So how do we circumvent my mother and council?" Leo asked as he snuggled closer to his older lover.

"I did not travel alone," Elyna said as she lifted Leo's head to look into his beautiful blue eyes. "The high priest of Bokmal is with my entourage."

"I had no reports that his holiness was with you," Leo stated.

"I had him disguised as the coach driver," Elyna said, running her hand through Leo's wavy blonde hair. "He is rather new at his job, as the old high priest perished shortly after my husband. I only elevated the day before I set off for your betrothal ceremony."

Leo laughed and kissed Elyna's right breast. "Then he could have been anyone as far as my spies are concerned. You were determined to make this happen, weren't you?"

"Ever since I saw you at your father's funeral."

"But your husband still lived then?

"But he is not now."

Leo smiled a mischievous grin. "Tell me, do we have time for another go before we see this new high priest of yours?"

"We have time for several more attempts. It generally takes a few tries for a woman to produce an heir. That is if you are up for it."

The tip of Leo's rigid cock answered Elyna's question in the affirmative as he slid back inside his

future empress.

(There's always more here XO)

1

Anastasia put down her knitting. The doorbell had rung and Henry, the dentist who was meant to come over for a date, was ten minutes late. Anastasia usually wasn’t a prompt person, but she had turned a page and was starting fresh.

No lateness.

No pain.

No Ed.

She opened the door and Ed was standing there. Immediately, she shut it. Ed, being Ed, flung a hand into the crack and didn’t budge.

Anastasia wasn’t scared of him, the man standing on the other side. She had given up fear the day he’d screamed gleefully on the rollercoaster in the old amusement park, two towns over. Ed wasn’t someone to be scared of, but someone to shun. He was all wrong for her, everyone could see it.

Her mom told her he was best left in her rebellious past. Her co-worker Jill, the kindly receptionist, said, “I just want to see you happy, darling. We all do.”

She had never felt happy with Ed. Then again, she had never felt happy, period, not since an unruly childhood spent in a house built on rules. Ed made her feel real.

“Let me in,” he said, not ruthlessly, but soft enough to be a question.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “You’re supposed to be Henry.”

A soft laugh informed her that Ed was aware of Henry. She swung open the door.

“Where the hell is Henry. What have you done with him!?”

“He’s fine,” said Ed, not flummoxed. “Cut him off at the pass.”

It was a new moon. She should have expected this behavior.  

Edward’s eyes shone clear, from all the nights of losing his mind and searching for sobriety. He knew right from wrong, but preferred to skip between the two. His hair was copper brown and shaggy, not from any known intent but because he had other things to do than brush his hair. She had twisted her hands in it. They had been young lovers, when lovers was too dignified a word to describe what they did. His mouth on her neck, her hand digging into the front of his jeans, young, dumb, together.

Then she had gone to LA, for dental hygienist school and to be by the ocean. Now she was back, to escape the hellish traffic. She was starting a new life for herself, had put a down payment on a house, thanks to granny’s money when she died.

“What did you do to Henry,” she repeated.

“Craig told me Dan overheard him at Mulligan’s, bragging about taking you out on a date. “  

Henry was blonde and not capricious. He brought her lattes on Fridays and declined her offer to Venmo him in return. Edward made coffee like mud.

She booted him in the calf with her slipper.

“Ow,” he said. “I guess I deserved that.”

“What are you going to feed me?” she asked, more from spite than wonder. “Henry was taking me out to dinner.”

Ed whistled, like a cartoon, fingers between his teeth. 

His hands she should not look at. They were calloused, from his job as an auto mechanic, and tan, from weekends spent trekking the Arizona outback.   

Just then his dog, Tito, came trotting around the bushes, pulling a wagon. The wagon had pizza in it.

“You didn’t,” she said.

“Did. Tito insisted.”

Tito, a golden retriever so opposite from his owner in temperament and moods, waggled his muzzle and waited for pets. She bent over to comply, cursing his owner for playing dirty. For involving Tito was playing very, very dirty.

“I know you like olives,” Edward said. Then, raising a bottle, “and I brought whiskey.”

“I don’t drink that stuff anymore,” said Anastasia, leading the way into the house, or rather, following Tito, who had found his favorite cushion.

It was on a couch that had once been in Edward’s grandma’s basement, when they were teenagers, and didn’t know any better than to spend hours watching movies, without touching. They had liked each other for ages, before senior year of high school, when they’d both had enough Jack Daniel’s to risk it. Risk kissing, which they did, on that couch, as a New Year’s party raged upstairs.

“That couch’s where I first touched yer coochie,” said Edward, flicking his head toward Tito. “Not surprised he likes it.”

He called it that to intentionally sound like a dick. He knew it turned her on. She blushed, and turned away. 

She heard him putting the pizza box on the table as she reached for her adaptogens, in the tea cupboard. It was a mushroom blend she had splurged for at Target, non-psychedelic. It was supposed to make her calmer.

When she returned to the table, he had folded all six-feet-seven-inches of himself onto the plain wooden chair. Ed was the kind of tall that was awkward.

“Can I have some?” he asked, nodding toward her mug.

“I thought you were drinking whiskey.”

“I was,” he replied. “Can’t drink alone.”

She made him a mug of the adaptogen blend, even though she knew he’d hate it. It was comical watching him grimace as he sipped. She wanted to burst out laughing, but suppressed the urge.

They began eating the pizza in silence. She didn’t bother with plates.

“Seriously,” she said, after her first slice was through. “What happened to Henry?”

“Flat tire,” he said, sounding menacing.

“You didn’t.”

“Like I said. Cut him off at the pass. Nothing more to it.” 

Anastasia lived at the end of a single lane road that divided suburb from country. Edward drove a big truck.

“Why are you such a piece of shit?” she asked, reaching for another slice of pizza.

“Mom says I was born this way.”

He seemed nonplussed. He always seemed nonplussed, in his string bean body, with his floppy dick. Not that it was always floppy. She had seen it limp, though, and once a woman sees a man’s penis limp, she can never unsee such a hapless atrocity. This made her bite back a grin, remembering. Edward grimaced through another sip.

“Did you wear this for him?” Edward asked, licking his fingers and nodding at her outfit.

Anastasia was wearing a velour, lavender lounge set that she’d picked up from Target. Henry was meant to take her to a taco stand, then a drive-in movie. It was supposed to be a cuddly night.

Edward drained his mug of tea, refilling it with whiskey.

“Thought you weren’t gonna drink alone,” she said.   

“You drive me crazy.”

She watched him drinking the whiskey, remembering when he’d gotten too drunk to drive her to a mammogram appointment. She’d been nineteen, and there’d been a lump. It was the year after high school, the year she’d hung around Scottsdale, too overwhelmed by options to choose another life. Then the lump. And the chemo. Which took about a year. After the chemo, she was free, and that’s when she’d taken off for La La Land. She’d thought getting certified in something would give her clarity. Thought being near the beach would bring her peace.

After graduation, she’d hung around Hollywood for a while, which was farther from the ocean than the map would imply. And the only clarity she’d received was that nine-to-five, or rather, seven-to-eight, the hours her dental office carried, was exhausting. She had put her feet up every night only to feel them throb again the next morning.  

“It’s a pretty color on you,” he said.

Anastasia’s blonde hair and pale complexion made the lavender appear delicate. Tito trotted over and nestled at her feet. Absentmindedly, she slipped off her slippers and buried her toes in his fluffy coat. She could have purred. Hot or cold, and it was cold on that early January evening, this was her favorite position.

“He likes it when you do that,” said Ed, and she rose to brew herself another cup of tea. So far, the adaptogens weren’t working. They were supposed to make her feel relaxed. Instead, a giddiness coursed through her. She wanted to squelch it. She wanted to feel nothing, because feeling nothing was safe.

It was impossible to feel nothing around Ed. That was the problem. His proximity zapped something in her that wanted to be zapped. But the electricity coursed through a circuit of its own design. She wasn’t allowed to channel it this way or that. It circuited between her legs and rammed into her heart, which she told herself was firmly closed.  

She felt him watching her as she waited for the kettle to brew, stewing in her thoughts. Wishing she had the wherewithal to kick him out of her house. She could try, and if she insisted she might succeed, but Ed was like a magnet. Once they were stuck, they were stuck. It was another reason why she had gone all the way to California. 

His eyes made her remember that she had hips. Hips that were camouflaged under dopey scrubs during the day, on purpose. She didn’t need leery men and obnoxious teenagers treating her like a piece of meat to be salted and then devoured. Henry kept his eyes respectfully on her face, so that she wondered, secretly, whether he even thought of sex.

With Ed, there was no question. Her back was to him but he was eating her alive. Her ass was on fire, and when she turned, he pretended to be looking into his whiskey. She joined him at the table and drank her second mug in silence, listening to the winter winds whooshing over the parched land outside.

Anastasia accepted his offer of whiskey when the adaptogens ignored her pleas to feel Zen-like, a female Buddha divorced from earthly strain. She was no Buddha, though she did have a soft belly, which Edward’s eyes trailed over, resting on her chest before reaching her eyes. He spun the bottle with a single hand, and asked, “how long has it been for you?”

“Since I last had a date? Tonight would have been rain in the desert.”

“No, I mean since—” he glanced at her privates, then again at her eyes, which she narrowed.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is, a little bit.”

“I don’t see how.”

“You were my first. I want you to be my last.”

She swallowed the significance of his words by asking, “how long has it been for you?”

“Let’s see,” he said, again twirling the whiskey. “There was Sarah, the drunk girl I met at Hot Chick.”

“Lucky for her.”

“Nah. Felt like shit. The whole time, I just kept thinking of you.”  

Anastasia’s cheeks burned. She searched for anywhere to rest her gaze besides him, because if she rested it there, he would see her matching truth. That she had had a similar experience, with Colin from Glendale, after half-priced apps at Chilis.

Edward patted his lap and looked significantly at her feet. It was a foot massage he was offering, but it felt like sin. Anastasia tried to remember all the reasons why Edward wasn’t a good idea. At the moment, all she could see was his heat. It radiated off of him, physically, like a hot tub she wanted to jump into. She kept her feet set firmly on Tito’s back, and pretended not to have noticed the intimate gesture.

Edward sat back and sighed.

“Can I help you?” said Anastasia involuntarily, the sass in her voice disguising her need.

“I’ve got a long list of things you can help me with.”

Anastasia knew they were entering dangerous territory. She thought fleetingly of Henry for what she knew would be the last time that evening. She had been expecting tame and safe. That was not what the night was turning out to be. She couldn’t truthfully be disappointed.

“Why do you always have to show up right when I’m getting my life on track?” she asked.

“Always?”

He trapped a smirk in his jaw. It fought its way to his lips, nagging her to press further.

“The summer after tenth grade.”

“We weren’t even together then.”

“Exactly. I was supposed to be getting close to Phil.”

Edward had picked her up in his beaten-down, hand-me-down truck, and she had forgotten all about the captain of the football team.

“I saved you from a moron,” he scoffed.

“Well, I’ll never know. Because that’s when we became friends.”

“You could have still dated him.”

“Not after you shook your alpha dust all over me.”

The smirk exploded into a laugh.

“Alpha dust?”

“You know what I mean. No other guy would come near me when we started hanging out.”

“I didn’t even have the guts to touch you.”

“That’s not the point. The point is, I could have had a perfectly nice first boyfriend experience if it weren’t for you.”

A shot of genuine hurt tempered the challenge in his eyes.

“My apologies.”

Anastasia let out a frustrated groan, squeezing her toes in Tito’s fur. She hadn’t meant to go that far. Anyone could see that Phil Kemper was a loser, even more so now that he was hooked on pills.

To make up for her vitriol, she plopped her feet on Edward’s lap. He let a beat go by, hands posed in the air as if to declare himself innocent. When she didn’t move, he started on her big, left toe.

“And?” he said.

“Huh?” she had closed her eyes closed and was letting go of tension she hadn’t known she was holding.  

“When else did I throw your life off track?”

She tried to remember why she had reason to be angry.

“Oh. Yeah. When I was home for Christmas, last year.”

She had run into Ed at the grocery store, and he had convinced her to follow him home, to see his new apartment. He had lured her with the backyard fire pit. They hadn’t made it to the fire pit, were waylaid on the couch.

“Oh right. That’s the night I gave you an orgasm without trying.”

Her body thrilled at the memory. They had been making out, and she had been so horny. It had been so long, even then, that her rubbing against his thigh had escalated into coming. She had been shocked at the suddenness, and that’s when she’d left.

“I didn’t get to take my turn,” he said, and her eyes flashed open. “Kidding,” he added, then swept a hand over his crotch, “open for business any time.”

He had a way of making her giggle. Even to her own ears, she sounded like a teenager. She hated him for it, and loved him.

She loved Ed. No matter what happened, she hadn’t been able to oust him from her heart. That’s why ousting him from her life had seemed the only viable option.

“You’re bad,” she said, as he got to work on her inner arch. “You make me do bad things.”

“I think you like to do bad things.”

She flickered her eyes at him, and he had a goofy smile on his face. It would have been obnoxious, but it reached his eyes, which were lit up. He was happy, like this, giving her a foot massage. She thought the happiness was magic.

Pulling her feet from his lap, she said, “you should probably get going.”  

He didn’t budge.

“I’m fine, actually,” he said.

“It can’t last.”

“Why can’t it?”

She was afraid his happiness would be crushed. Not by any direct entity, but by the hum-drum haplessness of everyday life. He liked her now, because she was his, to hold and to fondle. He didn’t know the depths of her need. He didn’t know that she cried without knowing why, like clockwork, every Friday night. Some Sundays she found it difficult to get out of bed. It wasn’t typical depression, not brought on by a death in the family or loss of a friend. It was just that, sometimes, she didn’t see the point of being alive.

Edward was happy until things got serious. Until she was diagnosed with cancer. He was willing to love her until it became necessary, and then he was crushed under the weight of her requirement.

“I’m not like I used to be,” he said, as if reading her mind.

“And how did you used to be?”

“A little boy.”

“I don’t see a difference,” she said, gesturing toward the same six-feet-seven-inch frame that had abandoned her.

He reached for her.

“Let me show you.”

She dodged his advances by getting up to make a mug of tea, then realized she was sick of tea, and dawdled. Her apartment, small as it was, shared a kitchen with its dining room. The small table was wedged against the wall, kitty-corner to the range, where she stood now. Edward could have reached out and grabbed her then, but he resisted. She saw his hand twitch for the whiskey, which he also resisted. Tito’s ears perked up and he whined.

“Gotta let the dog out,” said Edward. “Be right back.”

While Edward and Tito were outside, Anastasia went to the bathroom to pee. The two mugs had gone straight through her. After washing her hands, she hesitated in front of the mirror.

Earlier, when she had been preparing to see Henry, her skin had appeared lined and dim. She had stretched her forehead taut, hoping the signs of stress would go away. Anastasia wasn’t old, but the cancer had given her gray hairs. Now, in the mirror, she looked young. Worse, she looked ripe for the plucking.

Anastasia wondered at the sudden change. There was a tug in her belly that hadn’t been there before. She knew the tug was because of Edward. Resented him for it. She had been plotting, perfectly, before he showed up. House in the suburbs. Two kids. Edward would probably give her more than two kids. Edward would be the type to get her pregnant by accident, and neither of them would be mad about it.

Her face warmed at this realization. Henry was perfect and predictable. Edward was wild and, some would say, deranged. He didn’t make five-year plans, much less ten or twenty. He didn’t care about seeing into the future, as she did, with strain. She was jealous of his ability to turn off projections and simply live. Even if his version of simply living was barging his way into her living room, sitting down, and refusing to move.

He was there, in her living room, on that old red couch, when she returned from the bathroom. Her heart was pounding louder than normal. She had decided to act on the jealousy. She had decided to take what she needed.

She didn’t stop to make eye contact when she straddled him, releasing the full force of her weight onto his lap. She went in for a kiss, grabbing his face between her hands. She could play this game. She would take the sex, because he’d offered it, and in the morning, she would reply to Henry’s texts, which she’d seen on her phone screen, and everyone would be better for it. Edward would finally give her some peace, and Henry would get to interact with a stable, unhorny woman. Because her animal itch would be scratched.

Ed responded by kissing her, only a little. He was holding back. She took more, demanding that his mouth give way. He had ruined her date, after all. This was settling the score. Ed trailed his hands down her back, cupping her backside comfortably. He refused to give in to her rush.

“Come on,” she said, slapping his cheek playfully. “I know what you’re really here for.”

She kissed him again, reaching between his legs to take his temperature. She smiled, then switched to frowning, when he took her hand and set it firmly on the back of his neck.   

“You’re not hiding anything,” she said, bouncing on his lap, to underscore what she meant.

Edward smiled lackadaisically.

“So you can offer a foot massage, but I can’t do this?” she pressed, reaching again for his penis. Again he blocked her advance. Then he rubbed the tops of her thighs.

“The offer for a massage still stands.”

One of his hands went for the space between her legs. Unprepared, she gasped. He stroked her there, over the plush fabric. She wilted onto his shoulder, and he let out a hot laugh. The muscles on her inner thighs melted as she surrendered to his pacing. Edward was petting her like he had at Christmas.  

She kissed him, as their spit became a heavy paste and the moisture increased between her legs. Then his tongue pushed into her mouth, and she was distracted by making room for it. He pressured her into sucking on it by plunging until she had no other option. As her mouth obediently suctioned, her pussy wanted to do the same. Edward sensed this, because a finger transposed the waistband of her pants, nestling into her underwear, and then he was touching her. 

He let out a disgruntled sound and nuzzled against her chest, pushing up her sweatshirt and tank top to reveal her breasts. As a finger entered her, she took a high-pitched breath, his lips came to suck on her nipples, and Anastasia would have been hard-pressed to remember her own name.

Edward’s finger was not a stranger to her nether regions, and neither was she to him. He probably could have brought her to orgasm without thinking about it; he worked her according to breaths and gasps, knew when to withhold and when to stroke.

His attention to her chest, though, was new. In the past, when they’d gotten down and dirty, he’d focused on the space between her legs, and her lips, entering into her with his shaft after doing sinful things to her clitoris. It had been quick and effective, this was the sex she knew. Now, he was making love to her breasts, kissing, nipping, holding one in his mouth and before switching to the other. She restrained herself on his finger, to be fully present for what he was cooking up above. 

“Ride me,” he said into her sternum.

Then he took one of her nipples and pinched it.

Anastasia rode. She rode until he added a second finger, and then a third. Then he lifted his face from her chest, which was covered in his spit, and stuck the pointer finger from his other hand into her second hole, around back.

Anastasia came. When she cried out, it could have been a sob. Her face fell against his chest and he stroked her hair.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she had expected a quiet night at a G-rated movie, and now, she had fallen apart all over her ex. And he was holding her tenderly.

“This doesn’t mean we’re back together,” she said, weakly.

“OK,” came his response. It was measured and unconcerned.

Her inner pep talk began. One orgasm. She could deal with this. He’d given her one orgasm, which she’d clearly needed, and now she could go on her way. It wasn’t about their past, or their future, or the Pinterest board she was building for herself five years down the line. This was sex. It meant nothing.

He grabbed her by the scruff and kissed her. She ninja rolled off his lap and into a corner of the couch.

“We’ve still got it,” he said, apparently not taking the hint.

“We haven’t got anything,” she said. “That was sex.”

“Technically, it was a hand job.”

This time, she gasped with indignation. She pulled down her sweatshirt and contemplated choking down a third mug of tea. Tito, who had been lying by the door, padded over and hopped between them.

“Good boy,” said Edward. She noticed his legs were spread open, the picture of casual repose. He had no intentions of going anywhere.

She yawned and stretched theatrically.

“Guess it’s time for bed.”

“I’ll meet you in there,” said Edward.

“You weren’t invited.”

He raised his eyebrows, “that wasn’t an invitation?”

“No.”

“What was it then?”

Anastasia finger-combed her hair, buying time.

“That was two people who clearly needed to get off.”

“Or one of us.”

She gestured toward his penis.

“I tried, but you didn’t want it.”

Edward laughed, as if he found this marvelously funny. Then he stood up and walked into the bedroom. She would have yelled at him, but Tito followed, and she couldn’t yell at Tito. On the way, Edward grabbed the whiskey, taking a swig.

She spied on him through the partially open door. Edward placed the whiskey on the bedside table. Then, catching her eye, he took off his shirt. Edward wasn’t ripped, and didn’t pretend to be. He was lean and his shoulders could prop up a car. A trail of reddish brown ran into the black briefs above his jeans.

“You can take your time getting ready,” he said, propping up his head with his hand. “I’m in no rush.”

Anastasia’s insides curled. Ed closed his eyes and didn’t move. She had the urge to kick him. He would probably just laugh. She decided to take her sweet, sweet time. There was a face mask in her medicine cabinet she’d been meaning to use. It would make her look green, like the grinch. If her ice queen act didn’t send him away, this would.

The mask was seaweed, and smelled like it. She poured herself a glass of wine while she was waiting for it to sink in, wine that she had purchased for her and Henry. She stood drinking it with a hand on her hip, staring at Ed, whose eyes were still closed. “Look at me!” she wanted to yell, but that would defeat her purpose of getting him to fuck off. Still, she wanted him to see her. It was confusing, even to her.

When Ed didn’t open his eyes to see her seaweed face, she tried another tactic. One glass deep, she put on her rattiest pajamas, a college tee shirt with holes in it and a pair of boxers she had stolen from her brother. The boxers were complete with a pee hole. She washed her face and got into bed opposite Ed, who seemed to be asleep.

Overheated, she got out of bed and opened the windows. Within minutes she was frigid, shivering beneath the covers. Arizona was like that. Just when you figured out her temperature, she shifted, blowing cold air when you thought a warm current was gracing the valley. Tonight she (Arizona) had chosen an unseemly coldness, and the leaves bristled outside her window. Anastasia, who had brushed her teeth, got up to pour herself another glass of wine.

When she returned to bed, glass in hand, Ed had shifted closer to the center, but still appeared to be asleep. She curled and uncurled her toes under the comforter, hoping to stoke some heat. Then she gave up on that unproductive strategy, and wedged her feet under Edward’s thigh. Within minutes, her toes were warm. She sighed, pushing her feet further, bending her body to match the unnatural angle. She had forgotten this perk of manliness. The ability to warm her, even on the most heartless occasions.

Then a hand reached out and grabbed her ankle. Spooked, she spilled what was left of the wine over her chest. Edward chuckled, and she wondered for how long he had been awake. Then she really did kick him.

“Harder,” he said, in that voice of his to indicate play. “I liked it.”

She scowled, frustrated that even her chilliest advance seemed to tickle him.

He hadn’t let go of the ankle he was holding, and moved his head to rest on it.

“This is my pillow now,” he said, mocking her by pretending to nestle comfortably in the crook of her foot.

“It’s not available,” she said, shaking him off. He responded by scooping her into his arms and spooning her. Anastasia considered putting up a fight. But every muscle in her body melted into him. A warm glow encircled her body as one of his knees wedged between her legs.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, even as her bum wiggled deeper.

“Why not?”

She didn’t have the words to respond. He kissed her neck, and then they fell asleep.

*

In the morning, she was horrified to have fallen asleep with chardonnay in her mouth. This realization was quickly overtaken by a feeling in the space between her legs. It was an animal itch, like an urgent fire. She strained against her PJs and wished she could live on a continent void of men. A place where men didn’t exist, where sexual arousal was for the dogs.

The itch continued to irk her as she tried to fall back asleep, and when she was overcome she moved Edward’s hand, which was resting on her belly, to where the urgency was most annoying, pressing his fingers against her cunt.

He understood the assignment almost immediately. After a brief pause at having been woken up, Edward curved his fingers to cup her where she needed to be cupped. Then he began to stroke, and she moved against him. He took hold of her cheek, turning it toward him, and she resisted, whispering, “my breath is terrible.”

She felt the gentle shake behind her as he laughed, and along with it, the curve of his morning wood. She wouldn’t have sex, she told herself, but she would take whatever else he would give. He was, after all, a guest in her home.

Edward strummed her like a guitar, following the rhythm of her breathing. It was Anastasia who lowered the waistband of her boxers, pushing them down around her knees so that he could stroke her slickness. He hummed approval as his fingers slipped between her folds, spreading the moisture toward her clitoris, which received considerable attention. In lieu of kissing her, he pecked and nibbled her shoulder, kissing her and biting her in turn. Anastasia came without his finger inside her, she came when he bit down and didn’t remove his teeth. His finger played lightly with her clitoris as all the strain inside her eased, and as she came down from the high he pressed his erection into her backside, taking a handful of her hair and yanking it, once, firmly, without hesitation or apology. It was a momentary reminder of who was really in control, though she could stop or beckon him with her words and needy gestures. Edward was stronger than her, and what came next reminded her that he could take her when he wanted. 

Edward flipped her onto her stomach, still controlling her head with the handful of hair he had yet to release, and drove his erection into her backside, blockaded from actually entering her body by the barrier of his pants. The rough texture of his jeans chafed the flesh of her bum, and Anastasia cried out. He thrust once, twice, a third time, then dropped her face into the pillow and kissed a trail down her naked spine. Then he spanked her lightly, rolled out of bed and said, “up!” to Tito, who had been laying at the foot of the bed.

In some kind of shock, Anastasia rolled herself back over to stare at the ceiling. She heard Edward whistle for Tito outside, as Tito did his business. Then she expected to hear the door open, heralding his return. Instead, Anastasia heard the motor start up on his truck. The crunch of tires over gravel. Then nothing. Quiet.

Mind reeling, she took stock of what had happened. Edward had come. She had come. Edward had gone away. It was what she wanted. It was what she had said she had wanted, to herself, and to him, that he should go away. And he had, after servicing her.

Anastasia squirmed in her bed, unhappy with how things had turned out, unsure of why she was unhappy. She made herself a pot of coffee, and drank one full mug before she had the gumption to face her phone.

Nothing from Edward. Five texts from Henry, and a phone call, all from last night.

She flushed as she remembered what she had been doing last night, while Henry was calling her. She was a whore, through and through. That was the truth, and she was trying to be better for Henry. Trying to pretend that her body didn’t matter, that rational thought came first.

The sun shone brightly through the windows, as if it had already forgotten how terribly cold it was when it had abandoned the earth. Anastasia watched the rays spread across the table, working out the logic to prove that she could still make it with Henry. Her eyes landed on the whiskey, and she stood to pour it down the drain. That felt like doing something, at least.

Then she called Henry.

*Read the rest on my Substack!! *hugs* Sadie <3

This is my first complete erotic story, and first time posting to any erotic lit subreddit. Please let me know what you think and if you have any critiques!

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Liam had worked so hard to get where he was. He’d been working out, eating well, and had lost almost 50 pounds in the last year. He’d claimed the small whiteboard next to the Stairmaster too - for almost a month he’d held the record

Liam – 25:33

Then one day he came in to find a new name Becca - 26:00 

He’d found it kind of funny at first, pushing a little to reclaim his title. Liam - 27:00. Then it had continued. 

Becca - 27:01

Liam - 28:08

Becca - 28:09

Liam - 29:43

Becca - 29:44

 Now he was starting to get pissed. 

 Who was this chick that kept taunting him? He hadn’t ever seen her before, at least, not that he knew of. The only person on the stair stepper was always some older guy who was very much not a Becca and very much not doing close to half an hour. As he wrote his new time (Liam - 30:00) he heard a voice from behind him. 

 “Damn, you’re giving her a run for her money” He turned to see a petite fit redheaded woman holding purple dumbbells. He tried not to stare at her crop top, or hip hugging leggings. Instead, he looked back at the board.

 “Yeah” he said noncommittally. “I think she just wants to fuck with someone else. She’s probably struggling if she keeps only going one second over.” The redhead nodded, grinning crookedly. 

 “Yeah, probably. She doesn’t stand a chance against a stud like you” Liam blushed, then hurriedly gathered his things. 

 He saw the redhead again the next week - she was in the lobby when he walked in. 

 “Hey killer, here to put in some more steps?” Liam felt his chest swell a little with pride

 “Yeah, who knows, maybe I’ll only go a second over. You know, play by her rules” The redhead laughed softly. 

 “Well…good luck” Liam waved thanks, a silly grin on his face as he walked to the stair stepper, checking what his new goal should be. 

 Becca - 45:00

 His insides turned to water. No way. He thought. He paced nervously, trying to think of how he could possibly get that close. The task seemed impossible, There’s no way! He decided he would take the pace as slow as he could, try to stretch out every bit of exertion he had, and just see how far he could make it. He climbed on the Stairmaster and was fiddling with the settings when the redhead climbed up on the one next to him. 

 “Ouch” she said “Big leap to make” Liam grunted. 

 “Yeah, I’m kinda nervous, just gotta give it my best shot though” 

“Good idea” She said, pulling her long red hair into a ponytail. 

 “How about you?” Liam asked, turning to see her adeptly entering settings into the Stairmaster

 “Oh don’t you know?” the redhead said, looking up from the console “I’m Becca” 

 Liam’s jaw went slack then clenched as she popped in AirPods and deftly started to climb a stationary, infinite staircase. Oh game on he raged internally. He slapped the start button and began his own Sisyphean ascent. The time passed quickly at first, the sweat glazing his skin, his breath coming in cool and smooth. Ten minutes down he thought. Piece of cake.

 At twenty minutes, he was in the zone, cranking out steps. Looking over at Becca, she seemed to be going for a stroll. Her gray tank top showed no signs of sweat, and her legs moved rhythmically in her black running shorts. 

 At thirty minutes, Liam knew he was in trouble. His breathing came raggedly and sweat pooled under his palms desperately gripping the rails. He glanced at Becca, who was dabbing her forehead with a gym towel, seeming none the worse for wear. Her chest (and perky boobs) rose a little higher with each breath. Small streaks of sweat marked her shirt, but overall her demeanor was casual. 

 At forty minutes, he dug desperately to continue on. Liam was practically holding himself up by the rails. Becca had started to breathe heavily sometime in the last 10 minutes, but her hands were planted firmly on her hips, legs pumping vigorously. 

 When Liam reached forty-five minutes, he was out of options. Every step felt like a mile, his feet felt like they were made of concrete.  He was breathing shakily, gasping almost. Becca was breathing through pursed lips, her hands finally on the rails, her gaze steely as she glanced over at him. He closed his eyes, clawing desperately for every step. When he had no more left in him, he slapped the stop button and came to a halt. 48:13 blinked in red segmented numbers.

 He practically collapsed to the floor, panting wildly, his head woozy. He looked over and saw Becca’s long, toned legs treading out a staccato rhythm. He stared at her curvy, no doubt firm ass, determinedly cranking out a few final steps. She hit her stop button with a controlled tap, jumped from her machine, and strode confidently to the whiteboard, replacing her own entry with: 

 Becca - 49:00

 Liam was still breathing heavily as she walked to his side, leaning over his sprawling form. 

 “How do you like playing by my rules, big boy?” she taunted. Liam flushed. 

 “I get it, you win” he said. She smiled wickedly. 

 “That’s right, I win” She offered him a hand, but he rolled to his side, propping himself up with his arm. “Don’t worry” she laughed “I’m sure you’ll get it next time” Liam ignored her, shuffling to his locker, grabbing his duffel bag, and turning to see that only the men’s shower was open. He groaned, hoping it was available, he was sore and needed a shower. He knocked, waiting for an answer. 

 “Hello?” He said, cracking the door open. 

 “What do you think you’re doing?” Liam jumped. It was Becca, of course, a towel thrown over her shoulder, hands on her hips. “I think winners get first dibs on showers” 

 “Screw you” Liam said. Becca’s eyes gleamed. She cast a hasty glance at the reception desk, then without warning pushed him backwards into the locker room. She swiftly turned and locked the door behind her.    

 “What the hell?” Liam snapped but Becca held a finger to her lips, grinning wickedly.

 “If you complain, I'll scream” she purred. Liam felt the angry heat rise in his face. Becca let out a small chuckle. She gripped the hem of her shirt with both hands, her arms crossed. In one fluid motion, she lifted the tank top over her head, auburn ponytail swaying. Liam was surprised, but his shock didn’t stop him from noticing the neon lime sports bra soaked with sweat, or the curving cleft outlining her abs, converging just below the hem of her shorts. 

 “See something you like, loser?” 

 Liam realized that several breaths had passed between them in silence. Becca stood one hip cocked, smirking at him. The heat in his face returned, but not due to anger. Slowly now, Becca’s hand inched up her stomach, fingers brushing her dewy skin. She hooked a thumb under her bra, lifting the fabric from her chest. She pulled upwards and the garment peeled away revealing perky pale tits. They were alabaster white, hidden from the sun and her nipples were wide peach colored disks. A narrow streak of sweat traced a line between her breasts but Liam realized the scent wafting off her was sweet and musky. 

 Becca pulled the bra entirely off, letting it slip from her fingers to the tiled floor. Liam could feel his head buzzing. What is she doing? He thought hazily as Becca padded across the room to him. Her eyes were locked onto his and he realized they weren’t just green but had amber starbursts in the middle. His confusion doubled as Becca angled her body, pressing her crotch to his leg and her hand to his groin. They both inhaled sharply, Liam from the sensation of her delicate fingers grazing his cock, Becca from the size of her discovered prize. 

 “Fuck…” Becca moaned, gliding her hand down the length of him. Liam felt his stomach flutter. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine” Becca purred in his ear. 

 Liam didn’t know what to do - he felt frozen by the tension pulsing through his legs. Becca craned her neck, looking up at him with her two-toned eyes. 

 “Do you want to show me your cock?” She whispered huskily. Liam clenched his eyes shut and nodded slightly. “I can leave if that’s what you want” Becca said seductively - as if she already knew he was trapped. Liam shook his head vigorously. Becca dropped to her knees, greedily pulling at his waistband. He felt his cock spring free, gently slapping her face. Becca laughed softly, then gripped his cock with one hand. Liam could feel his legs starting to shake from the electric feeling in his crotch.  

 He opened his eyes and looked down to see Becca slowly stroking his dick - her eyes hooded. She opened her mouth and slowly licked the tip of his cock. Glistening precum mixed with saliva and she curled her tongue into her mouth, savoring the moment. Liam shuddered as he felt the warm, wet caress. His breathing was fast and raspy. Becca looked up and met his gaze as her lips enveloped his glans. He moaned as he felt her tongue caressing the head, running along the groove at the tip. Wet heat engulfed his shaft as Becca sucked more of him into her mouth. He felt her swallowing, the tight clench of her throat, the pleasant thrum of her moaning. 

 Liam felt his knees buckling. “Wait…” he uttered and Becca pulled her head up her mouth releasing him with a wet pop. 

 “What?” She demanded 

 “I need to sit down” Liam rasped. Becca chuckled appreciatively. Liam slumped onto the bench behind him. Becca pulled his shorts off, and Liam lethargically tugged off his shirt as Becca returned to her task. Her hand started to work in concert with her mouth, twisting up and down his now slick shaft. It had been so long since he’d been touched like this, sucked like this… Becca made satisfied little moans every time she bobbed. He could feel the buzzing in his head crescendo, he groaned with barely repressed euphoria. He could feel the familiar crest approaching, her hand and mouth pushing him further and further until…

 “Uh-uh-uh!” Becca teased, looking up at him. “You don’t get to cum yet.” Liam groaned with frustration. “Fuuuuuuuck” 

 “Remember” Becca said, standing up and kicking off her shoes “Losers always finish last”. She bent at the waist and slid her shorts down her legs until they too fell to the tile. She put a hand firmly on the top of his head, a steady push demanding he sink to the floor. Liam obeyed, his cock swollen and twitching from the treatment it just received. Becca placed one foot on the bench behind him, giving a full view of her clean-shaven wet slit. Liam plunged his head forward, guided by the hand tangled in his hair. She tasted salty and delicious. She was wet, and Liam licked her labia slowly, the experience intoxicating. He felt her grind into his tongue with her pelvis, her hand squeezing his face into her delicious mound. He flicked his tongue across her clit and felt Becca jerk in response. He sucked with a gentle pressure, continuing to dance his tongue lightly on her sensitive bud.

“Ah fuck” Becca moaned. “Don’t you dare stop” Her body agreed, she was thrusting into him now, Liam greedily eating her up. He took a chance and pushed a finger into her. She was soaking wet and his fingers entered easily. He could feel the tensing of her walls as he found and massaged her G-spot. The tensing became a spasm, and Becca threw her head back in ecstasy. “Oh Jesus, fuck yes!” she whimpered as the orgasm rippled through her entire body. 

 When the tension left, she slumped forward, her head bowed. She returned her leg to the floor, bending over to support herself on the bench. Liam saw his chance. He ducked out from under her and moved behind her. He pushed the head of his cock against her, eliciting a long drawn-out moan. She was still soaking wet and warm from his mouth. He entered her slowly - she was tight, but yielding, and he easily slipped his full length inside her. He withdrew once before thrusting hard. Becca gasped.

Liam grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed in the tile room. He felt every warm soft inch inside her - she felt every inch and ridge of him. Liam felt her body tensing, Becca was pushing back into him, making every thrust a heavy thump. She shuddered, head lowered in another wave of ecstasy, this time silent, breathless. He felt her clenching around him and knew he didn’t have much time. With every last ounce of his strength, he pounded her as hard and fast as he could.

With a final moan, Liam reached the point of no return. He pulled out and erupted in an earth-shattering orgasm. Spurts of hot cum sprayed her back. He staggered to the bench and sat beside her. They were both panting, still flush with their climax. Becca stood slowly, one hand to her hip, the other to her chest.

“Fuck that was good” she said. Liam hummed his agreement. She picked up her towel and wiped her back, her tits swaying mesmerizingly. Liam was so entranced, he didn’t realize she’d put on her shorts, and only came to when she put on her bra. Her hand was on the door handle before he could say anything. 

 “Wait!” he cried. Becca turned slightly, regarding him with that cool stare. “Aren’t you going to shower?” he said meekly. She gave him a sly grin. 

 “I always shower at home.” And with that, she disappeared through the door.

This story is part of the Midas Labs universe, a collaborative project set in an institute for sexual experimentation.

A special thank you is owed to u/sleepy_Guarantee4004 and u/NonnaYobidness for their proofreading and guidance. I could not have written this piece without either one of you. 🙏

The Cafeteria Incident

Jamie stood at the west-side doors of the cafeteria, looking proudly at the freshly mopped floor.

Even though they were the head of the entire Midas Labs Janitorial and Maintenance staff, Jaime insisted on cleaning the facility’s floors all by themselves. To Jaime, there was no greater pleasure than seeing a soapy mop swish its way over scuff marks and dust particles, leaving a mirror-like path in its wake. It was an appealing metaphor: Mistakes are not permanent. They can be erased. We can all have a fresh start.

With a contented sigh, Jaime placed the earbuds back in their ears and pressed ‘play’ on the latest episode of the “Echo and Current” podcast. They started pushing the janitorial trolley back down the hallway, then stopped. They rolled their eyes, shook their head, and mumbled under their breath, “Can’t believe I almost forgot.”

Jaime reached into the trolley and pulled out a short, yellow A-frame sign. It featured an icon of a person slipping on a wet floor, and bold black letters warning to “Watch Your Step.”

Satisfied, Jaime headed back to the office to schedule the rest of the week’s maintenance roster.

“Lunchtime delayed again?” asked Mira.

“Yup,” replied Tonya, her sometimes bestie and sometimes rival.

Mira and Tonya were waiting just inside the cafeteria doors, amid the other hungry lab techs, doctors, volunteer residents, and others, all waiting for the food to come out of the kitchen.

“What’s the reason this time? Another visit from some potential investor with a… huge endowment?”

“Dunno,” said Tonya, stifling a giggle. “Hey, you! Intern. New guy.” She tapped the shoulder of the young man wearing scrubs.

“Me?” the intern asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, what’s your name?”

“Kivan. I’m Kivan.”

“Nice to meet you, Kivan. I’m Tonya, this is Mira.”

“Hi. It’s, uh, nice to meet you, too.” He tried very hard not to stare at either Tonya’s or Mira’s impressive chests, which even their bulky lab coats did little to hide.

Mira nodded dismissively. “Yeah, hi.”

“So, Kivan,” said Tonya (who definitely noticed Kivan trying not to stare at her tits), “You got any inside info on why we have to wait for lunch again today?”

“No, I… sorry, I don’t. This is my first week.”

“Aww, that’s okay, sweetie,” Tonya cooed, subtly jutting her chest out. “Guess we’re all just in this together.”

The baritone voice of Reid Ashford rang out from behind the trio. Reid had joined the Midas Board of Directors eighteen months ago. He had spent twenty years overseeing a successful clothing brand, and had used his experience there to increase Midas Labs’ efficiency tenfold. “This is a board-approved delay, ladies. Dr. Carlyle is moving some sensitive material from one lab to another. Ordinarily, she would have used the secured hallway route, but apparently this stuff has a short window of viability outside of laboratory conditions, so it’s faster to go through the cafeteria. I’m sure she’ll be in and out in just a moment, and then we can all have lunch as usual. We appreciate your patience.”

Mira and Tonya exchanged a sideway glance. Kivan clasped his hands in front of his body and tilted his head downwards. He knew he was lucky to have gotten this internship in the first place, and he didn’t want to make any waves. Especially not in front of one of the Board members! Best to keep a low profile.

After what seemed like twenty more minutes, but was probably closer to five, Dr. Carlyle appeared at the cafeteria’s east-side double doors, along with a hydraulic drum cart sporting four large blue plastic barrels. It took a trio of Dr. Mercer’s clones to slowly push the cart while Dr. Carlyle supervised. She was constantly checking to ensure everything was secure and stayed upright while moving across the cafeteria’s shiny floor tiles.

No one said a word. They could sense how delicate this operation was. Even #47, with his wheelbarrow that carried his massive cock and balls in front of him, was dwarfed by the 75-gallon drums on the cart.

Mira whispered to Tonya, “Bet I get the first brownie out of the oven today.”

“Nuh-uh, that sucker’s mine.”

“You wish, babe,” said Mira, and gave Tonya a small, playful shove. Ever since Mira and Tonya’s monthly Rapid Breast Growth competitions started, their rivalry had grown into all aspects of their interactions. First one out the door at night. First one to complete their lab reports on time. First one to make Dr. Young crack a smile (a goal neither of them had accomplished yet). And now this; first one to get the good brownie.

Tonya gave Mira a small shove back. Mira responded with a smirk and a slightly larger shove, sending Tonya half a step backwards. So, really, there was no other response than for Tonya to take an exaggerated wind-up step backwards and give a full playful thrust back to Mira.

Everyone was caught up watching Mira’s and Tonya’s play fighting. Too caught up to notice that Dr. Carlyle's cart, laden with four jumbo drums of highly volatile chemicals, was passing perilously close behind the sparring friends.

Mira lost her balance.

Her body tumbled backwards into the cart, causing the heavy drums to shake and jostle.

The crowd gasped then held its collective breath. The drums shifted their balance, but eventually began to settle back into place. Everything looked like it was going to be okay. That is, until Mira tried to steady herself on one of the still-shaking barrels, accidentally pushing it away from her.

Dr. Carlyle saw everything happen as if it were in slow motion. She watched the container knock into the other three, watched them all tip past the point of recovery, and winced in anticipation of the inevitable spill. Before the first barrel even hit the ground, she shouted a plea to anyone within earshot: “SHUT THE DOORS!”

Everyone stood frozen in shock. Dr. Carlyle was usually so composed. What was happening that could cause her to become so panicked?!

“ALL THE DOORS! SHUT THE DOORS! NOW! DO IT!”

The sharp tone of her voice snapped everyone back to attention. Anyone close to the east and west doors shut them as quickly as they could, creating a sealed room. All eyes then returned to the recently disturbed cart full of barrels. Everyone braced for the impact.

With a dead PA-TUMPH, the first barrel hit the ground, knocking its lid loose. The opalescent contents of the barrel began to ooze across the floor. The three remaining barrels followed quickly afterwards: PA-TUMPH, PA-TUMPH, PA-TUMPH, releasing more and more of the undulating goop. It spread everywhere and anywhere.

Dr. Carlyle jumped onto a table in the front of the room. “EVERYONE GET UP ON THE CHAIRS AND TABLES! GET OFF THE FLOOR. Do NOT let it touch you!”

Without hesitation, everyone did as Dr. Carlyle commanded. Dr. Banks and Rachel clambered onto a table in the northwest corner. Steve, Keshawna, Xan, and Arjun, known together as the “Tech Team,” scrambled onto the empty buffet counter, knocking over the heavy sneeze guard in the process. Reid Ashford ran to one of the high-top tables against the wall and perched on top of it, keeping his expensive shoes far away from the goopy disaster inching ever closer. #47 wheeled his cock-and-balls-barrow around as quickly as he could manage, finding respite when Dr. Banks and Rachel helped him lift his impressively hefty genitals and the wheelbarrow onto their table. Mira and Tonya made it onto a table of their own. And Kiran, the intern, found his lonely way onto a chair off to the side of the room, barely keeping him elevated above the now foot-deep ooze sloshing just inches from his feet.

Everyone was spread across the cafeteria, occupying their own little islands.

The room fell silent, save for the rolling burble of the undulating oozy ocean covering the floor.

All eyes turned towards the table at the front of the room, where Dr. Carlyle stood, an unreadable expression on her face.

Reid Ashford took advantage of the silence. He drew a deep breath and calmly said, “Dr. Carlyle.”

She looked across the room at him, poised high atop his tall table.

“Now that we seem to be out of harm’s way and we can all breathe for a moment… Would you mind, terribly, explaining our… situation?”

Dr. Carlyle grimaced. “You mean how six months of painstaking work and slow cultivation are now completely and irreversibly ruined?”

“How about we stick to the present moment, Dr. Carlyle. What is this stuff?”

Drawing upon her inner strength, Dr. Carlyle resigned herself to the current situation. All her hard work was now covering the cafeteria floor, like a pearl-colored wading pool with highlights of pink, turquoise, and aquamarine. If nothing else, she had to admit it was pretty.

She adopted the stance and vocal tone she used when presenting at medical conferences. It helped her feel comfortable in tense situations.

“Well, Reid, and everyone. What you see here is STGM-6 and STGM-7. STGM, or Short Term Transdermal Genomic Modulator. In essence, it causes temporary genetic alterations when absorbed through the skin. Two of the drums,” Dr. Carlyle sighed, “were filled with STGM-6, which affects female adipose tissue, causing rapid breast growth. The other two drums held STGM-7, which affects the Corpora Cavernosa and Corpus Spongiosum in the penis, causing rapid penile growth. It’s the most potent batch my team and I have produced so far, and now,” she gestured around the room, “it’s all just… well, there it is, sloshing about, mixed together. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if it happened to get on anyone’s skin.”

Reid Ashford’s stomach was beginning to growl. “And how long do we have to stand up here on these tables?”

Dr. Carlyle looked dejected. She absentmindedly answered the board member’s question. “Only about twenty minutes, I’d guess. Once it’s exposed to open air, its potency diminishes pretty fast. But its effects last for about three hours. So as long as no one touches it for the next twenty minutes…”

“It smells nice,” Kivan, the intern said quietly to himself. “Like toasted marshmallows.” He knelt down on his chair, and extended his finger. It looked as if he planned to dip it into the thick liquid and taste it on his tongue.

Dr. Carlyle caught Kivan’s movement out of the corner of her eye and reacted quickly. She screamed, “No! Don’t touch—”

But it was too late. Kivan’s finger had made contact with the attractive, undulating goop. Immediately, the bulge in the front of his scrubs was apparent. It grew rapidly, quickly growing from the size of a softball to the size of a basketball. Each second saw the crotch of his scrubs grow tighter and tighter as his penis obeyed the DNA restructuring from STGM-7. At first it looked like he was smuggling a softball between his legs. In no time the bulge grew to the size of a basketball, and showed no signs of slowing down. Kivan stared in shock and wonder at the impressive mound pressing ever-outward below his waist. And before he could fully register what was happening, the weight and shape of his penis, still straining below the fabric, threw his body off balance and sent him careening over the side of the chair.

With a SPLASH, Kivan fell into the ocean of STGM-6 and -7. He grasped at the air, flailing his arms, and sent drops of the substance flying in all directions. Steve, Keshawna, Xan, and Arjun backed up and huddled together on their table so as not to get hit by the drops.

Kivan stood up, covered in shiny, slippery goo. The front of his scrubs were now gone, presumably torn from his body by his penis’s rapid growth spurt.

Now, plain for all to see, Kivan’s massively outsized flaccid penis spread out in front of him, covered in a slick sheen, floating on the movement of the waves of opal goo beneath him.

It was, in a word, enormous.

Even in its flaccid state, it looked like Kivan could comfortably wear a tractor tire as a cockring.

Kivan looked at Dr. Carlyle. Everyone else stared at Kivan’s cock.

Reid Ashford in particular seemed riveted to the sight of the oak tree-sized penis extending from Kivan’s waist. In a measured tone, he said, “Dr. Carlyle, did we just permanently alter this young man’s physiology?!”

“No, not permanently. Like I said, the effects SHOULD wear off in about three hours.”

Kivan spoke up, still in shock about his condition. “I’ve got to live like this for three hours?!”

Reid Ashford tried to console the young man. “It’s temporary. Right, Doctor? It’s temporary?”

“It should be.”

Mira tried to lighten the mood with a compliment: “It’s really— quite impressive stuff. And you say it works on penises and breasts?”

Dr. Carlyle was hesitant. “That was the intention. We haven’t had a full test yet.”

Mira’s eyes met Tonya’s. Both women gave each other a wicked smile. Their next scheduled Rapid Breast Growth competition was still three weeks away.

Dr. Carlyle caught their not-so-secret intentions, and warned them. “Don’t. Mira, please. Tonya. Don’t.”

Tonya took a slow step forward. One foot was on the dining table and the other on the attached bench.

She glanced in Dr. Carlyle’s direction, and said coyly, “Don’t… what?”

“Tonya…,” Reid said, issuing a stern warning.

“Hm?”

Mira moved toward Tonya, “Yeah, Tonya. Really. We should take this situation seriously. It really would be such a devastating shame if either of us were… to…”

In one swift move, Mira tore open Tonya’s blouse, exposing her cantaloupe-sized breasts, and shoved Tonya forward. She swore she heard Tonya exhale a slight “Wheeeee!” on her way down to the ground.

SPLASH!

Tonya’s tits began to swell immediately. They quickly grew to the size of watermelons. Then beach balls.

Mira was only a split second behind her, shedding her clothes and leaping into the wading pool of growth serum.

It didn’t take long for Mira’s tits to catch up to the size of Tonya’s. And the race was on. Using their hands they scooped up handful after handful of the substance and spread it on their naked chests, hoping to outgrow the other.

They locked eyes with each other and began to scoop more and more intensely.

“No fuckin’ way, Mira!”

“Yes fuckin’ way, Tonya! Just watch me!”

Beach balls became yoga balls. Yoga balls became double-sized yoga balls. Then triple-sized, then quintuple.

Up on the tables, counters, and chairs, everyone rolled their eyes at the shenanigans on display. They were used to this kind of behavior from these two. Everyone, that is, except for Kivan. Since this was his first week as an intern, he had never seen anything like this before. At the sight of it, his massive flaccid penis began to get erect. More and more, its length and girth increased, as his eyes remained locked on the ever-expanding breasts, which were now the size of small cars, now the size of a garden shed… and they weren’t slowing down!

Rachel stood on her table with Dr. Banks and #47, and she knew what was about to happen. Her body had already begun to change.

Rachel’s DNA contained a rare mutation that responded to human sexual arousal. Any time she was near someone who was sexually aroused, her entire body grew in proportion to that arousal. And when Kivan’s cock began to grow, Rachel knew her body’s natural response was sure to kick in. She was also pretty certain that Kivan wasn’t the only person in the room who was enjoying the sight of the duo’s rapidly expanding breasts.

As Rachel’s body grew larger and larger, the dining table threatened to buckle and carry her, and Dr. Banks, and #47, down into the ocean of ooze below.

Trying to save her friends from the fate of falling into the growth serum, Rachel used her lengthening legs to step towards a nearby table. Alas, her shifting proportions had always messed with her depth perception. She misjudged the distance of the table she was trying to reach, and ended up stepping on the floor.

As soon as the sloshing STMG touched her ankle, her breasts responded to the DNA catalyst. Not only was Rachel’s entire body growing larger, but now her breasts were outpacing her body’s growth by at least twice the speed. They inflated like weather balloons.

Rachel knew from prior experience to remove her clothes quickly so they wouldn’t get ruined by her rapid growth. But the isolated expansion of her breasts was a new sensation. And she fucking loved it. She looked at Mira and Tonya, still scooping the growth serum onto their bodies. “Try as much as you’d like, girls, you’ll never get tits as big as MINE now!”

Mira and Tonya responded in unison: “Wanna bet?!”

Meanwhile, Kivan’s cock was still growing fatter and longer. Even though he had been standing at least twenty feet away from Mira’s and Tonya’s rapidly expanding breasts, his erection grew directly towards them, even as their breasts expanded towards him.

Kivan was shy. He didn’t know quite what to do in this, frankly bizarre, situation.

Luckily, Mira and Tonya knew exactly how to react. Their friendly competition suddenly seemed significantly less important. Mira knee-walked to the other side of Tonya, wobble-wobbling her spectacular chest as best as she could (what she would have given for a wheelbarrow like #47’s!). She laid down behind Tonya, who leaned back into Mira’s body, their four shipping-container-sized breasts pointing pertly towards the cafeteria ceiling. If Mira and Tonya could have moved their arms, they would have high-fived. Their cleavage created a giant flesh wall with a tunnel in the middle—perfectly poised to be penetrated by a telephone pole-sized cock. If only there were one of those around.

Mira shouted, “Hey, Intern! Consider this a ‘welcome to the job’ experience… you get to titfuck both of us…”

“Not just ‘get to,’” Tonya added. “We insist. C’mon, big boy!”

“Wait! Wait for me!” Rachel wanted in on this action. Her body had stopped growing around the time that her broad shoulders hit the ceiling, but her tits were still expanding ever outward. They were almost as big as Mira’s and Tonya’s.

Rachel positioned herself directly behind Mira, just in time to see Kivan’s cock penetrate the pair’s breasts first, and then arrive perfectly nestled in Rachel’s cavern of cleavage.

Kivan began thrusting his hips, and his groans of pleasure echoed through the room. He had never experienced anything like this. Had anybody? It was an unbelievable feeling to have this preposterously massive appendage wrapped in warmth by six (six!) of the biggest tits that must have ever existed on the planet. And he got to be the one to titfuck them?! He began to thrust faster, in and out, encouraged by Mira’s, Tonya’s, and Rachel’s voices.

“Yeah! You’ve got this.”

“Fuck these tits, intern!”

“His name is Kivan,” said Rachel, throwing a wink in Kivan’s direction.”

“Fuck these giant tits, KIVAN!”

Meanwhile, the sloshing from the titfucking made it impossible for the people on the other tables and chairs to avoid getting hit by stray splashes. Dr. Banks covered her eyes, unprepared for the growth that she knew was about to take over her chest. #47’s cock, already the size of a medium-sized rocket, began to expand. The Tech Team were hit, and experienced the same growth as everyone else in the room was experiencing. Expanding breasts popped out of shirts. Expanding penises popped out of trousers. Warm flesh pressed against warm flesh, aided by the growth serum’s slippery lubricating properties. The whole room began to fill with moans and groans of pleasure.

The only two who seemed to escape the fate of everyone else were Dr. Carlyle and Reid Ashford, whose bodies had been pushed, lifted, and pressed against the walls by the growing flesh around them.

Kivan kept thrusting as hard as he could in between the six-tit-tunnel. He felt the trembling in his dumpster-sized balls. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… ffuuucckkk… I’m gonna CUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!”

“Yeah! Cum for us, Kivan!” Mira cooed.

“Cum for us, intern!!!”

Rachel raised her voice above the others. “Drown us in your fucking cum, Kivan!”

And he did. Pump after pump after pump of firehose-powered cum shot out of Kivan’s massive cockhead. Each thick rope contained at least five gallons of semen, and it seemed like it would go on forever.

“I’m s-s-s-stttillll…. cummmMMMMmiiinnNNNNnnGGGGG! Oh my g-g-g-G-G-ODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!”

“Keep cumming, Kivan! Fuck, this is so fucking hot!” shouted Mira.

Rachel added, “More! More cum, Kivan! Fuck our tits! Cum for us!”

Tonya said nothing at all, as her brain had been driven into sexual overload. She babbled incoherently as her body shook in orgasm—quite a feat, since she hadn’t touched her genitals even once. Nevertheless, she felt her hips buck up and down, and her pussy began squirting, spray after spray of nectar being added to the liquid pool beneath her.

And she wasn’t the only one. All around the cafeteria, the sexual haze had taken over everyone whose body had been touched by the serum. Moans and groans and “yes”es and “more”s and “fuuuuuck”s and “cuummmmiinnnggg”s were heard from behind the walls of flesh that now filled the volume of the entire room.

If the walls had been made of glass, from the outside it would have appeared as if the entire mass of people were just one giant square of quivering flesh, with occasional fountains of semen, squirt, and even milk filling in the few remaining crevices.

This orgy of gigantic proportions continued for the next three hours. With so much aroused flesh pressing up against so much aroused flesh, inspiring more and more and bigger and bigger orgasms, how could it not?

Eventually the STMG serum’s effects began to wane. Everyone’s bodies began to return to their original sizes and proportions. In silence, they gathered up their wet clothing, opened the cafeteria doors, and walked directly towards the laundry and shower wing of the facility.

Reid Ashford, who had endured the entire ordeal pinned against the wall, turned to the only other person who had been spared the growth serum’s effects.

“Dr. Carlyle,” he said. “A word, please.”

It would be a while before anyone in the cafeteria that day could meet the eye of anyone else who had been there. Eventually, the daily research of Midas Labs continued as usual, as if nothing had ever happened. “The Cafeteria Incident” became a “we just don’t talk about it” situation.

Epilogue:

Obviously, lunchtime would have to be delayed even further. Jaime donned a Hazmat suit and called in a few other members of the cleaning staff to join them. This was going to be a big clean-up job. Maybe not the biggest they’d seen at Midas, but still high on the list.

Everything would be okay, though. Once Jaime and their team got the situation under control, the cafeteria would look exactly as it had before. Spotless. All mistakes erased and forgotten, just as it should be.

I helped run a cannabis grow back in college. It was a small operation, nothing crazy - just a way for me, my boyfriend at the time, and a few friends to grow our own supply. Plus, making a little extra money didn't hurt one bit (who am I kidding, we made bank!) We gutted a warehouse, rebuilt it, set up the lights in the grow rooms, and began introducing seedlings to their new home. After the first harvest, it was time to expand, and recruit.

When my boyfriend said our new grower would be staying in the spare room at our apartment for a while, I thought nothing of it.

Dune was a vagrant, popping into our lives for a few months until he'd end up back in jail. He was tattooed all over, with messy, bleach blonde hair; a typical surfer dude. He spoke slowly, with barely-opened eyes, laughed often (in the classic stoner-kid pitch), and gave zero fucks.

Surprisingly enough, Dune was the perfect roommate. He gave my boyfriend and I plenty of space for date nights, offered to buy communal groceries, and made sure the house bong was always loaded. He constantly had a smile on his face, a signature triangular grin.

Our new roommate only had one bad habit, and it was beginning to... affect me. Every morning, on my way to the shower, I would catch a glimpse Dune's sleeping form through the open crack in his door, and he never, ever, covered himself. The first time I saw his round, white ass, I was so shocked that I slammed into the wall, then half-tripped into the bathroom, stubbing three toes and waking both of my housemates in the process.

It wasn't like I hadn't seen a few butt cheeks before, but there was something about his brash vulnerability that set a burning desire in my brain from the very first glimpse. Walking down the hallway to the shower soon became my favorite part of the day. It fed me more than a proper meal ever had. I started getting excited when the sun would set, knowing my next fix was only hours away.

After a week, I had my steps timed perfectly, the turn of my head gyroscopically calculated, and the swish of my movements softened by the recent addition of socks. It was just a quick, harmless glance... and in the beginning... that was enough. My emotions changed slowly. The mere thought that he might get up before me, denying my need to catch him unaware, would give me more anxiety than inspections from the cannabis board agents. I started using the stolen glances as a panacea through the day. Any time I felt pain, concern, or discontentment, all I had to do was remember Dune's perfect, white ass.

The lines between my desires and the fiendish reality of my actions blurred even further the first day I found him laying on his back. Tattoos that I had seen disappearing beneath the hem of his regular pair of board shorts continued onto his upper thighs, the only bare skinned spot being...

I couldn't stop myself from staring at his half-raised cock for a few perilous seconds. My mouth went dry, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes refused to blink. The gaze lasted only as long as my breath, an eventual lack of oxygen forcibly zipping my petrified body down the hallway and through the bathroom door.

I collapsed into the vanity, locked my elbows against the sink, and met my own eyes in the mirror. "What. The. Fuck." I mouthed the words without speaking, biting my lip instinctively as the image of his morning wood burned into my mind. The hunger I saw in myself was altogether foreign - even intimidating. Who was this person staring back at me?

I felt a rush of guilt for taking such a brazen and forbidden look at my roommate like that... but the excitement was undeniable. I never had any intention to fuck Dune, or reveal my crime to anyone, but, regardless of the escalation, I didn't take the next day off from my ritual, or the next, or the next.

For the following month, I treated his body like a magic eight ball: ass-up meant good day, dick-up meant great day.

Like all good things, my roommate rubbernecking came to an end one morning.

I grabbed my towel and tiptoed down the hallway like usual, but as Dune's mattress came into view, I saw movement, and I froze. I'd been successfully peeping at his naked body, and I wasn't about to give up my guilty pleasure by being caught. However, the sounds I heard next were too distinct to back away from.

"Shit, yeah..." hisses Dune. The sound almost buckles my knees. I can't risk him seeing me... can I? I feel a cold sweat on my neck realizing what a compromising position I've found myself in. Can I even bring myself to turn away now? My feet said no, refusing to retreat back to my bedroom. "Ah, fuck." His voice crumpled into a whimper.

I slid the back of my head sideways across the wall, just barely able to see Dune's thigh. The muscles of his leg shook in a manner only fitting one activity. I felt my core clenching, reinforcing my next shift into a better view. The slight adjustment bring his hard, lube-coated cock into view just as he began to cum. His fist moved slowly, his hips lifting with each thrust. I watched, salivating, as his torso bended and writhed with his oncoming orgasm.

One of his hands shot down to the base of his shaft, pumping stream after stream of ejaculate against the flat of his other hand. Most of his cum dripped from his palm, collecting on his rising and falling abdomen. I was urgently turned on, but hearing myself think, *I need to fuck him,* sent me lunging backwards. I'd never, ever been one to consider cheating, and, until recently, I'd never even been one to ogle.

I ran back to my bedroom, a figurative tail between my legs. I slipped back under the covers, unavoidably waking my boyfriend. Groggy, he asked, "No shower?"

"Maybe later," I whispered, not sure how long I would last until "later" came calling.

It has been a week since I had felt Elise’s tight cunt massage my cock. The memory caused blood to surge between my thighs. Letting out a long breath, I check my phone.

El and I had been texting ever since. She confided in me a number of fantasies she wanted to try. Who knew my innocent roommate was actually a kinky freak. Smirking I scroll up the conversation as I walk home from work. We had agreed to give ‘free use’ a try.

The thought makes me heart thump, I could sink into her whenever I wanted and fucking hell I wanted to.

Reaching my apartment door I quietly slip inside. Lowering my bag by the door, I hang up my suit jacket before venturing down the hall way. It’s quiet, the only noise coming from the low hum of the air conditioner. Searching the living room and kitchen I can’t find El.

Tuning back up the hall, I inch her bedroom door open. My chest tightens when I see her. She’s lying on her bed, her torso exposed, delicious full breasts spilling to the side.

Her blanket haphazardly covers her lower half. Swallowing the growl that rumbles inside me, I step into her room clicking the door shut.

For a moment I simply watch her. Her chest slowly rising and falling with each calm breath. Her plump lips parted slightly, my mind wondering what her mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock.

Slipping out of my leather shoes, I roll my sleeves up as if I were preparing to complete some manual labour. Already my cock is thick, begging for attention.

I stand over her, unbuttoning my pants to let them fall from my hips. Kicking them to the side I remove my underpants next until I’m standing over her sleeping body, cock in hand.

Fisting my cock I slowly lower myself over her face. When she doesn’t stir, I grin.

This was going to be good.

I want to feel her breasts in my hands, but not wanting to wake her I regain my composure and start to jerk myself over her face. I imagine her shocked expression when she wakes up. Her face covered in my cum, a punishment for not waiting expectantly at the door for me after work.

Grunting, the lewd wet sound of my cock jerking in my fist and my depraved thoughts has me tumbling over the edge. Chewing on my bottom lip, my thighs tense, my cock throbbing. Aiming, I squirt my load over her cheeks, mouth and chin. I watch as a droplet slowly trickles down her upper lip and into her mouth.

Grinning, I grab my phone snapping a picture before sending it to her in a text. Her phone pings on the bedside table. A warning accompanying the image ‘when you wake up, I expect you coming out of this room naked and kneeling before me. I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.’

Grabbing my clothing from the floor, I slowly pad out of her bedroom.

When she finally emerges, I’m sitting on the couch in my boxers half heartedly watching a movie. She still has my cum on her face, her eyes bright with need.

She chews on her bottom lip as she approaches. I hum in approval gazing over her body. She was delicious. Her thick thighs were perfect for wrapping around my head as I devoured her.

‘Good morning sleeping beauty, time to get on your knees for me.’

My desire swells when she complies. Kneeling in front of me, she moves between my thighs.

‘Not so fast, what a greedy little whore you are. One load to the face and you want to suck me dry?’ I chuckle. Arching my hips, her eyes watch me as I peel my boxers down letting my cock spring free.

‘Lay back for me, I want to watch you rub that cunt for me before I fuck your face.’

The surprised whimper that rewards me makes my cock twitch. Laying back, she spreads her legs exposing herself to me. My eyes feast on her glorious cunt.

Her wet need already coating her thighs, her musky scent making my mouth water. ‘Good girl,’ my words leave me in a wolfish growl.

‘If you make yourself cum, I’m going to have to punish you by brutalising that tight throat of yours.’ I enjoy the way she shivers in response to my words.

Her delicate fingers trails between her lips spreading herself to expose just how wet she is.

‘Look how filthy wet you are my little whore. Go on, touch yourself for me.’ My hand wraps around my cock. I resist the urge to pump into my hand again. I refuse to let this cum go to waste.

Her fingers slowly trail around her swollen clit. Her hips rolling in response.

‘Such a good little whore, rub that swollen clit got me. I bet you loved waking up to my cum all over your face didn’t you? You were laying there, sound asleep whilst I pumped my fat cock over you. You’re such a good whore aren’t you?’

I knew by the way she reacted she loved the praise. I grin watching her body writhe with pleasure. Her wet folds sloppy as her fingers rapidly flick up, down and around her swollen clit. I can tell she’s close when her thighs begin to twitch.

‘Don’t forget, if you cum, I’m going to brutally fuck your throat. Or is that what my wet whore wants? You want me to choke you with my fat cock don’t you? You’re such a filthy little slut.’ I chuckle, the noise deep and addictive. Watching her body spasm with pleasure, she moans long and loud riding out the shivers.

When she finally relaxes, she tries to catch her breath. Before she can, I lunge forward pinning her to the floor with my knees.

‘I warned you,’ my words are a deadly growl. My hands slide into her hair, gripping her scalp tight. When she gasps I thrust my cock in.

She feels just as incredible as I had imagined. Her mouth is sloppy and wet, inviting me in. Her cute little gag makes my balls tighten.

‘That’s…. It…. Who’s…. A…. Good….. fucking….. whore!’ I punctuate my words with a thrust of my cock pushing deeper and deeper until I force my way down the back of her throat.

Her gag makes my cock vibrate with pleasure. Holding her down on the hilt for a moment I finally thrust up. She gasps, strings of spit clinging to my cock. Her eyes are watering.

Leaning up I slide back onto the couch. Tapping my thigh I motion for her to kneel in front of me. ‘Are you doing okay princess?’ I ask, my voice soft.

She shivers nodding, ‘yes, fuck yes.’ Her enthusiasm makes my cock ache.

‘That’s good, now let me finish.’ Chuckling I wrap my fingers in her hair once again. She opens her mouth ready and eager to take me. Bucking my hips I thrust into her.

My eyes want to roll back, but the sight of her slobbering and choking on my cock is too hot. I hold her down on my cock again hissing.

‘Fuck your mouth is perfect! I’m going to fucking use your perfect body every second I can. I’m going to have you begging for my cock the moment I step through the door. You’d love that wouldn’t you? I’d make you cum, again and again until you’re a quivering mess. You won’t be able to think straight for days.’

As I talk, I buck into her. Her moans vibrate my shaft. Her tears trail down her cheeks and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a sloppy mess letting me fuck her mouth. Tensing, my cock throbs and I can’t fight the urge any longer. Bucking my hips I push myself down her throat. She gags as thick webs of cum fill her mouth.

‘Drink it all for me princess, that’s a good girl.’ I coo.

El giggles, her pink tongue licking her lips. Taking her cheeks in my hands I gently kissing her swollen lips. ‘That was fucking perfect El.’ I praise my voice warm.

My tongue slips past her lips, swirling to taste the remnants of my seed inside her. After a long moment I pull back, my eyes searching hers.

‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ I asked, my thumb slowly stroking her cheek. I smile when she grins, leaning her head into my hand.

‘Yes,’ her voice is a soft whisper. A sound that makes my che st tighten. Grinning I stand from the couch wrapping her up in my arms.

‘Let’s get you cleaned up princess.’

• Hope you enjoyed part 2 to my Roommate saga! 🥰

Full warning, I wrote this at 3am unable to sleep so it may be a horny garbled mess. 🥱-