I pulled into the parking lot, anxious and ready to be home again sulking in my bed. Marinating in my own sadness and seasonal depression. Holidays were more often lonely than not with no family to celebrate with. And that awkward phase between Christmas and New Years was the same. I think for most people it’s just a weird time. Like we all miss that time off to just recharge like we had growing up in school. More of a time for friends than family in that week or so.

Which brings me to this weirdly empty parking lot, clinging desperately to the fumes of holiday cheer. Micah suggested we on the train ride to see the lights. He normally goes to smoke this time of year with a few other guys we are friends with in a back cart, since nobody ever comes after Christmas to see the lights, especially not with kids.

I saw him pull in a few minutes later, parking right next to me. I mean so close I thought I might have to go out of my passenger side door. He was dressed in black joggers, a plain white shirt with a black Nike swoosh, and black and white Jordan 1’s with a fresh fade. He smelled so good when he leaned in for a hug, I almost asked what it was.

I followed him as he paid for us and led me to the end of the train. True to his word, we were the only people riding it as we took off. It was chillier than I had expected it to be, and he must have noticed I was just wishing I brought my coat.

“Want to come lean in?” He extended his arm with a sly grin. “You know, for warmth?” He added after I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Oh, I was hoping you were asking me to lean in for a kiss.” I joked back at him as I slid in against his body.

I turned my head slightly and looked up at him just in time for him to say, “I’ve been waiting for you to say something like that for so long.” As he kissed me. I froze for a second, shocked at what was happening. I hadn’t been serious but now that he was kissing me, I didn’t want him to stop. He started to pull away as I leaned into his kiss. Grabbing his face and pulling him back into me.

It started gentle. A few light kisses. A slip of the tongue, a bite of the lip. His hands made their way up my shirt, playing with my tits as I began to get frantically worked up. I pulled back from him and unbuttoned my pants, he immediately began sliding his hand down my belly and into my panties. Circling my clit, making sure to get my nice and wet for him. As if I wasn’t already.

He slipped his two fingers down my lips and into my eagerly waiting body. I moaned into his mouth and he worked that sweet spot inside of me over and over until I was practically breaking his skin with my nails on his back and cumming on his fingers.

“That’s a good girl.” He said as he pulled his hand out and stuck his fingers into my mouth. I looked him in his eyes as I sucked the taste of me off of him.

“I think the ride is over.” I replied breathlessly to him.

Micah just grinned at me and said “The ride hasn’t even started yet babes.”

He was awfully handsy walking back to our cars. The parking lot still empty, we laughed and kissed until I was at my drivers side door. The two of us standing between my SUV and his truck, he looked at me seriously for a heartbeat.

“ I’m sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted. Thinking about it now, you were probably just joking and I feel kinda weird about it.”

“Don’t. If I didn’t want to, I would have stopped you and you know that about me. I would have fucked you on that train I was so lost in how good I was feeling with you.”

“Fuck, I love hearing that. We still could.”

His blue eyes darkened as he stepped closer to me. He kissed me, quick and dropped down to the ground. I thought he was going to tie his shoe but he unfastened my pants. He pulled my panties down with them, midway on my thighs, as he leaned in and kissed my clit. He ran his tongue across me, pushing my legs apart further by shaking his head back and forth.

I leaned back against my car. I let myself moan and enjoy it and just not give a fuck if anybody pulled in at this point. He continued to lick, kiss and suck my pussy as his fingers once again found that sweet sweet spot. I came over and over until I begged him to fuck me. Begged to feel him stretch me with the best part of himself.

He looked up at me and smiled, wiping his mouth off. He tugged on my pants.

“Take these off.” He commanded.

I did. I kicked my shoes right off, feeling a bit silly in my knee high red socks. He cupped my ass and picked me up. Apparently he had pulled himself out of his jeans because as my ass was letting my brain know it was cold from my car door, my pussy let me know it was being pushed into and stretched open by Micah. He pushed into me and immediately paused.

“This isn’t going to last long. You’re on the pill right?”

“Right.” I lied through my fucking teeth.

I’m not sure what possessed me to do that but I did.

“Good.” Micah said in a voice dripping with desire.

He pushed into me and it became very clear very fast that he was using my body in a way that felt good to him with no regard as to how I was liking it. Although, the continuous sounds of my moans certainly encouraged the behavior. He pumped into me, fast and hard as if afraid I might suddenly tell him to stop and he wanted to be as deep in me as he could as many times as he could before I did.

It felt fucking amazing. Again, true to his word, it did not take long before his breath became ragged and I felt him pumping his hot, thick cum into me.

We were like that for a breath, him deep in me, holding me up against the car before he started to laugh as he said “Merry Fucking Christmas”

We’d played together a few times and looking back I think I was more into as a relationship than she ever was, but not overly relevant to the situation. One night she came over, and though it wasn’t a date in the classical sense we both knew she was coming over to play. The dynamic went back and forth but I would say she was more dominant than I was, and I was at time hesitant to bring up some of my kinks…but this night I was feeling bold

We had made out, watched some porn and masturbated once already and after dinner and a glass of wine we started playing truth or dare….mostly it was just dare with the occasional confession and finally when it was my turn I dared her to watch me pee (I was trying to introduce my latest kink) casually, and she didn’t hesitate so to the stand up shower she went. I was nervous and excited, and at first I just stood there naked in the shower, her on the toilet watching me trying to go while she drank a glass of wine. Both of us laughing, and finally a trickle started…then stopped…she laughed and reached out to rub my clit and as she did I just let go and she was clearly into as my stream went down her wrist…she looked at me and asked truth or dare, I tried to protest it was my turn to ask and she held one hand up and repeated the question. Enjoying the situation I said, dare.

She stood up and undressed, and she said “I dare you to let me pee on you…” I couldn’t answer. She smiled and said, “Clearly you want it so not much of a dare is it?” So she undressed and climbed into the shower with me. I sat down in front of her, my stomach arched and she leaned forward to kiss me and she said “Not exactly what I was thinking”. She pulled close, and put my face close to her wet lips and I felt my pulse race…she smiled and asked “Double dare?” I could only nod

She looked at me and said “Open your mouth”, and I couldn’t help my reaction I let out a soft moan and felt my pussy soak itself.. I got on my knees and her stream started soft at first, glancing off my naked breast and then she stopped opened her legs wide and pulled my face closer and I felt her hot warm stream hit my chin, my cheeks, and then into my wanting mouth. Her piss was salty as expected with a slight hint of sweet and I lapped it up and fingered myself…she lasted longer than I had expected and I was so turned on, I pulled her down to the bottom of the shower with me and kissed her hard and deep with the last of her warm stream passing between our lips and I slid my fingers into her wet pussy and fingered her hard, slow and deep while feeling my body still covered in her juices…and I knew at that moment I was hooked.

She comes for no other reason than to stir up trouble. Nobody in my family knows her, so she likes to surprise me from time to time & try to embarrass me. She's standing behind me in Church today. Her blouse is one button too loose, showing more of her tattooed breasts than is appropriate. She also blows on the back of my neck during the music, and every now and then, I feel her brush against my back. As the sermon starts and I put my arm around my wife, she traces her fingertips along the bottom of my arm. When I look back, she's got her back arched just enough to show some cleavage. And there's a trace of white powder just above the line of her blouse. She smiles and holds her free arm under her breasts, pushing them up and clearly showing traces of white powder in her cleavage. I stare a moment too long and then meet her eyes. She lifts her eyebrows and shows me a small bag folded in her hand. I turn back, ashamed of the erection building in my pants. I fold my legs to hide it.

Then, she's leaning forward, asking my wife if there's a bathroom nearby where she can take care of a private issue. My wife tells her of the downstairs bathroom, generally unused because it's down a couple flights. She thanks my wife and gets up, brushing her chest lightly against my arm. She heads down stairs, I can't help but watch her ass in the tight skirt as she glides away.

I wait two, three minutes and excuse myself. I tell my wife I'll be a bit. She frowns. She knows I take too long in the bathroom.

Two flights down,I knock lightly at the family bathroom. The door opens and she stands there, her nose lightly covered in powder, her eyes gleaming. She pulls me in and closes the door, locking it. I tell her she can't do coke in here and she smiles wickedly. She undies one more button and simply pulls her blouse down, exposing her breasts. They have dust in the cleavage and her nipples are rock hard. I can't believe I didn't see them poking out earlier. She moves toward me and I can't help but reach up and circle one of her nipples with my fingertip. She gasps slightly and then looks at me with her lusty, too bright eyes and she spits out a long, thick rope of saliva into her breast, just above the nipple. I tell her no, but my thumb catches it and swirls it up and around her nipple. She arches her back, filling her lungs and expanding her ribcage and breasts. I look at her for a moment, her face turned up, her lips parted. Her breasts are perched high. The nipples hard and jutting upward, the swell of their weight curving down and back in an inviting me to grab them and squeeze. Her wet, slippery nipple reflecting the bright light of the room.

I lay my head down and take her breast in my mouth. Sucking and flicking her nipple with my tongue.

She moans low and quiet and then I here her say, "here you go." She's handing me the bag, full of white powder. I tell her I can't do coke in my church and she smiles and says "neither would I.". I point out that I can see the cocaine on her nose and she says, "Trust me..". She takes the bag and shakes out a little pile of powder on her breast.
"C'mon, baby. Just one. A little one." My cock is hard and throbbing. She's driving me crazy. I lean down again and sharply snort the coke. It burns like hell. I gasp and feel one of my eyes watering. What the fuck is that? I ask her, already feeling the first light flutterings of my heart quickening. "It burns!" I say, too loudly.
"Shhhh. Only for a second." She says and dumps another, more generous bump on her breast again.I tell her no fucking way, and she smiles, calling me a baby. She lifts her breast and leans down, snorting up the powder herself.
"Fuck, ya!" She sighs and goes over to the sink. Lying down she hands me the bag and says, "Do a big one! I promise you'll thank me.". I can't help myself. I take the bag and shakes some powder out onto her aureola. She uses her fingers to scoop it up and cover her nipple. "More!" She says simply and I add some more, making a thick ring of cocaine around her aureola. "Do it all in one shot. Don't stop till you get it all." She breathed and pulled me down. Again, it burned like fire. But I just snorted harder and let it hurt. When I came up, all but a few traces were gone and she laughed as she brushed my nose and cheek. "That shit is awful!" I told her, even though I could feel my blood coursing and I felt somehow primal and completely focused. "It's amazing, baby. It will make you want to fuck for hours. And when you cum, it will feel so good you'll never forget it. She pulled me down to her mouth and I kissed her, deep and sensual. Then she was pulling my belt open, and loosening my pants. "My wife..." I said, looking upward. We can't. But then she was lifting her skirt, pulling it up over her hips. Her pussy was exposed right in front of me, a perfect peach, swollen and smooth. The slit of her opening slick and glistening. I stared at her pussy, and her tits, her nipples impossibly hard and I felt her hands go back to my pants, freeing my cock. "My wife is up there." I pleaded. "I can't. Not here. She's up there." She whispered "I know." And her breath mixed with her musk of her pussy. My head swam and I could feel my blood pounding in my ears, and then I felt myself slide inside her.

She moaned and arched her back as I grabbed her hips. "Fuck me!" She said, a dangerous edge on her voice. "Fuck me like I know you want to." I began to pump, each stroke getting her wetter and more smooth. Then, stroking even deeper inside her, sliding my length in and out to the tip. She moaned and reached a hand down to play with her clit. "Make me cream all over you.", she grunted. I fucked her with those long deep strokes and we each took gasping breaths. She had a coating of sweat on her body and her fingers were sticky with her pussies' wetness.

She begged me to eat her pussy and I pulled out and went down. She ground herself all over my face, then moaned again as I found her clit with my lips and sucked on it hard. Harder. She gasped and I flicked her clit with my tongue.

She told me she wanted to roll over and I swivelled her legs. I buried my face in her ass, tonguing the ring pretty brown and she asked me if I missed eating her ass. I answered by plunging my tongue inside her, causing her to call me a dirty motherfucker. She'd poured out more of the bags powder and formed two crude fat lines. "You're a fucking whore." I gasped, moving up to slide a finger in her asshole. She cried out and said she loved it when I played with her dirty hole. "Do a line", she gasped as I slipped a second finger in her ass, stroking deep and fast. "You do one, or I'm going to make you suck on my fingers after you cum, you fucking trash baby.". She said she couldn't. She needed a minute,and I put my third finger in. I started to fuck her spitting to make it slicker. I'll fist your ass if you don't do your fucking line. She moaned and begged me to make her cum and then she plugged one nostril and snorted the thick line up. "Oh fuck meeee. Fuck meeee she cried as I punded her ass. Spitting on my opposite fingers, I Slipped my other hand underneath, and started rubbing her clit, massaging it harder and harder. Her eyes were watering and she shuddered. "Make me cum, baby. Make me cum NOW" she whispered, hoarse and intense. I pushed a bit harder on her clit, driving her waves inside deep as I rubbed it and slapped occasionally. I curled the fingers in her ass and began pulling her, massaging deep against her nerve bundle, feeling it lightly, a hard little ball of electricity inside her. As I bucked and bumped my fingers, deep in her ass against that beautiful, sensitive bump, she began to squeeze sporadically, her face contorting into a mask of pressure and pleasure. She gasped, then froze, unable to take another breath as her orgasm built. I thought it was taking too long. I worked deeper, doing a "C'mere motion against her core. Her back, covered in sweat and glistening, I could feel her clit swollen and hard. Still it built. She dropped her head and bagan to shake and then, as her hips, then thighs, then legs began to shake she let out a low gutteral moan. She shook and that low moan turned into a breathy "yes, yes, yes" staccato, fast and full of need. Then, she moaned low again, her body stopped shaking, then the twitches in legs also began to fade. She collapsed on the counter top. Breathing deep. I slipped my fingers free and caressed the smooth skin of her ass. "That was the best fucking cum of my life .", she breathed. It's like it's blocked up in pipes too small and it builds up until it blows your fucking mind apart with the orgasm. She looked up, and locked eyes with me. "I'm so fucking high." I helped her up and she saw my cock, still hard and painful with the need to cum.

She grabbed her purse from the floor and pulled out a card. Scooped the fat line onto it and stood up. "Sit." She said, gesturing toward the stall and younger inside. I sat and she came over, carefully putting the card on the tank cover behind me.

She leaned over and spat on the head of my cock. A thick glob that she then smoothed over the head and shaft. She spat again, some sticking to her chin as she strokes me, wet slapping sounds as she spread the lubricant down over the shaft. Then she put two fingers into her pussy, stroking it while she brushed her nipples against my face. "They're so sensitive. Feel so good." I licked one and she just closed her eyes and continued playing with her pussy, wet sliding noises slapping out as she fucked herself. I gently sucked one, then the other nipple. She told me it was incredible. That it turned her on. I reminded her that I'd asked her to get her nipples pierced but she never had. Take me down today and you can do whatever you want with them. She opened her eyes then and drew her fingers from between her legs. She slipped herself onto me, simply, naturally. She began to grind slow deep ovals on my lap, bringing her clit against my pubic bone with every pass. I sighed, took a deep breath and reached for her hips. "Nuh, uh. Hands down. Let me do it. Just sit there." She reached up and stroked my nipples with her fingertips. It sent wannabes of pleasure through me. "See?. Wait till you cum for me. I'm gonna destroy your fucking marriage." She circled her hips faster, including a too of her pelvis and an extra stroke as she rolled her clit over me. "You like it, don't you baby? You still want it,don't you." I reached for her hips again and she slapped my hands away. "I'm going to do it. I'm going to drain you because you fucking want me to. Don't you?". I said barely audibly "yes". She put her fingers in my mouth and kissed my ear. "Taste my cum? You made me cum so hard and I'm going to do the same to you. Suck them clean. Tell me how good it tastes." She kissed me, her tongue slipping to mine. Then she held her hand out. "Spit on them.". I did and she demanded more, making me cover her fingers in thick ropey saliva. Then she trailed her hand down and started caressing my nipple. Getting it sloppy slippery as she strokes it. "Oh God." I moaned and I started to feel my orgasm build. "Close?" She asked, Getting there, I gasped. She reached behind me with one hand, still teasing my nipple with the other. She licked my lips, teasing my tongue out. "Look at me look at me baby." She said, fucking me faster, her body serpentining. You're fucking me in your Church, aren't you baby? I'm riding you raw and I'm gonna make you cum harder than you've ever cum before. "Play with my tits!" She ordered. You aren't thinking about your wife, or your pastor or your pretty house, are you? You're just thinking about me? Just like I'm thinking about you. I was getting close, and my fingers flicked her nipples quick and hard. She took the card with the white powder and slowed her hips as she tipped it into her breast. "Do it!" she whispered softly in my ear. "Do it and think about your heartbeat, and that fuzz in your head. Think about how you made me cum for you and how I'm fucking you like she never will." She'd been speeding up, her rhythm pumping me hard and deep, she saw me starting to cum and said "Look at me, baby." I can't say I did as my nut came so slowly, building as it worked from behind my balls up my cock and then finally blew free. She"d climbed off meme and was stroking me, pumping out thick, lazy tuns of cum. They just ozzed out one after another after another and I'd never felt anything like it. She was saying something, but I couldn't focus. There was nothing but the pressure throbbing and releasing, spurting out more cum. When it waiver, she knelt before me, her breasts splattered with thick, heavy blods of cum. Wipe it on my tits and my stomach, she said, and I did. My neck.sgexaskes, and I smoothed the slippery strands up to her throat. She didn't ask, but I stroked it up to her face. She let me stroke her cheeks and lips then, sucked on my fingers.

She climbed to my lap again and asked me to suck on her tits. They were gleaming with spread out cum, but I sucked on them, making her moan. She told me the filthy things I'd said to her as I came. She winked and said, I think I might just take you up on some of those." She kissed me one last time, then got up and straightened her hair, cleaning her face. She dressed again, the glistening sheen of her breasts still slippery with cum as she left that one button undone. "Hurry back up." As the closing hymn was sung, she stood behind me again, too close. As the congregation gave parting handshakes and goodbye's she said farewell to the people around her, including my wife. Her nipples were obvious now. She then said she'd be going, that she was looking forward to a bible study later in the week. My wife asked the subject and she answered sweetly, "Mary Magdalene and the role she played in Christ's ministry.". My wife thought that was an interesting topic and she replied, "You really can't imagine the things she did for her faith and the impact she had, even on Christ himself." She turned ,and walked to the foyer and glanced back. She smiled, her eyes still too bright. And then she walked out. A few minutes later I received a text from an unknown number. There was a photo of two bare breasts in a car, the steering wheel ahead. The nipples were hard and pink and still a bit shiny. One hand was trailing fingers around on of the nipples gingerly stroking. The photo was followed by two sentences. "Yes, I'll go with you to get them pierced. And, "Go wash your face, you smell like pussy."

I’ve been living with one of my best friends for a couple years and we were entering our third when he landed his dream job and had to move away. I was stuck with another 10 months of lease and no roommate.

After asking around, my sister mentioned that her former sorority big had moved to the city after living in her home town for a few years and was looking for an apartment. I wasn’t too sure about it but she connected us and with no other prospects, I agreed.

It’s been two months and we’ve been getting along great. Her name is Stacy. She’s quite charming and is a fantastic wing woman the couple times I’ve brought a girl over. She talks me up, breaks any awkwardness about living situation, and sometimes I swear she’s flirting with them.

She has gotten quite comfortable around me. At first she would take her clothes to the bathroom to shower but now she barely covers herself with a towel. The other day she was getting ready to go out and walked to the kitchen in a very lacy set of underwear.

She has an incredible figure. And I knew she had tattoos stickered throughout her body, but I didn’t know that on her chest she had a large set of what looks like wings of some kind of bird.

She catches me staring.

“They’re angel wings” she says with a smile.

I am stunned. I knew she a great body, but the tattoos seemed to compliment her aesthetic perfectly.

“They’re…um..incredible.” I say nervously. “What are they supposed to mean?”

“That’s I’m a good girl” she said softly and gives me a wink before turning around to return to her room.

Another beautiful tattoo followed her spine on her upper back. I could do nothing more than stare at her perfectly round ass seemingly carved out by her thong.

I looked down and my bulge had gotten quite noticeable. Her hotness was undeniable. She wields her beauty like a sword. I knew for a fact that she was not ‘a good girl.’ I’ve heard her fucking through the walls. I could only imagine what it must be like to have her riding over you, moaning, asking you to choke her.

She peeked her head back out before she entered her room.

“Don’t you have a date?”

“Oh yeah. I’m meeting her at a restaurant in an hour.”

“Are you getting lucky tonight?” She let out a mischievous smile.

“Haha–I uhh….idk we’ll see” I couldn’t help my face turning red at her question.

“Well good luck then!” She said before disappearing.

I tucked my now rock hard cock under my waistband and got ready for my date. I met a girl, Agnes, on tinder. This was our second outing and I didn’t want to be late.

The date went well and she agreed to come over for some drinks at my place afterwards. When I arrived, Stacy was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked underneath in an oversized t-shirt and seemingly nothing else.

I introduced them. I was worried that Stacy’s outfit choice was going to give Agnes the wrong idea, but seemingly any discomfort from Agnes was quelled by Stacy’s charm. We shared a few drinks and things were going well. Agnes excused herself to the bathroom.

“She’s cute”

“What can I say? I attract cute”

“Haha you sure doo” she said as she stepped closer to me.

“How’d the clubs go?”

“Ehh. It was fine. We weren’t there for a long time. My friends got tired and wanted to leave with their boyfriends. I wasn’t really having any luck either so we called it a night.”

Somehow I found that hard to believe.

Stacy stepped closer and placed her hand on mine.

“Sorry I crashed your date night.” She said with a slight pout.

Her touch sent electricity up and down my body.

“Oh it’s totally fine. You know that.”

I was still concerned by Stacy’s lack of clothing.

“Stacy….are you wearing anything underneath?”

She curiously cocked her head at the question.

“Of course I am.” She lifted her shirt with a smirk and revealed she was still wearing the lingerie underneath. I could feel my pants getting tighter. I made the slightest movement to rearrange my stiffness again.

She giggled and whispered. “I’m glad it accomplishes the desired effect”

Me head was running wild. Fuck did she notice me earlier tonight as well?

“Oh. Uhhh it’s getting late. I should go home”

Agnes has left the bathroom without us noticing and caught us in a very comprising position. Stacy put her shirt back down.

“Omg I am so sorry this is not what it looks like I swear” Stacy tried to save face.

Whatever worries I had about Stacy’s outfit did not matter now.

“No it’s fine you guys. I’m just really tired I need to go home.”

She put on her jacket and grabbed her purse by the end of that sentence and made her way for the door. I tried to stop her.

“Wait! Agnes, I know this is really awkward. She’s not—I…I….um” I couldn’t come up with a sentence that could save this.

She opens the door and turns around.

“Look, you’re really nice but I just don’t really feel comfortable doing this. Thanks for the dinner.”

The door slam shut before I could think of another word to say.

Damn.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night.” Stacy pouted

“No you’re not.” I said pissed at her. But that didn’t last long.

“You’re right.” Her eyes got serious. Like that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.

She took her shirt off while staring at me and unhooked her bra. Seeing her tits now made her body art even more….complete. Perfectly designed. She took off her thong and revealed she bore the cutest landing strip. Another pair of wings also went down either side of her hips.

I tried to maintain a stern face but I couldn’t hide that I was rock hard.

She gently strutted to me, reached her hand to the side of my face and raised her face to mine.

“Oh you can’t get too upset with me”

She placed her other hand on my bulge and began to gently rub it up and down. Her touch sent a round of shockwaves through my body. I lost composure.

“I knew that cock was for me anyway”

In that moment she kissed me—delve her tongue into mine and I could do nothing more than reciprocate. I grabbed her by the waist. She forces me against the door. One of her legs wraps itself around mine. We continue to passionately make out and my hands explore her back before landing at her ass.

With one hand she expertly undoes my pants and I feel her fingers peek into my waistband. Before I knew it she was wrapped around my cock and stroking it.

I was in heaven and she was the angel.

She pulled down everything and my cock sprung free. I feel her leg wrapped and move upwards as she raised herself on her toes on the other. Her ankle propped against my ass. She was flexible too.

Suddenly, I felt the tip of my cock entrapped into the opening of her pussy. My cock twitched but could do nothing to escape only burying itself further.

We both gasp together. Her pussy was so wet that I could feel her tightness give way with little effort. Her warmth engulfed my cock.

As I grabbed handfuls of her ass to prop her up, she began to fuck herself by rocking her hips back and forth mainting my cock mostly inside of her—the grooves of her insides stimulating every inch of me.

“Fuck!” She moaned “You’re so big. I can feel you so deep inside me”

Her venomous look had turned into wanting eyes. I kiss her again.

Moaning into my mouth, her rocking kept increasing in tempo. Her moans getting louder and higher pitched. I could feel her wetness dripping at the underside of my balls. I slap her ass with a loud bang.

“Fuck!” Her eyes began to role to the back of her head as she kept increasing her speed. I aided her by matching her thrusts with mine–pushing my hips into hers.

“Oh my god—“ she said with the little breath she could muster.

“Ffffuuuuuuuuck!” A wave of euphoria seemed to have taken over her. I was close too but her thrusts had turned into uncoordinated spasms. Her pussy clenched, released and clenched my cock again. She hugged me holding for dear life as she came. Her leg dropped and she quickly melted down onto her knees.

She barely took a second as she looked up at me. Her eyes had returned to their venomous ways and began to stroke my cock with both her hands pretty quickly. She dove in to fondle my balls with her mouth. Somehow she was able to maintain eye contact through all this. The stare was becoming too much to handle. I was under control now. I was hers now and I com came to understand that in the moment.

I let out a deep groan and I was nearing orgasm again.

She went deeper and began to lick my taint. That new feeling sent more shockwaves through my body and my cock stiffened as it prepared to deliver its load.

“Oh are you gonna come for me?” She said with an innocent voice and a pouty face.

“Fuck…yeah” I groaned.

Her face changed back to malice.

“That’s right…. Come for me”

She propped up her chest, stuck out her tongue, stroke me quicker and continued started me into my eyes as I erupted rope after rope, glazing her mouth, face, chest and tits.

She stood and paused so that I could take a marvel at her masterpiece of a body that now had my cum added as new artwork.

“Hope I made up for ruining your night.” She smiled. “I know it made up for mine.”

I couldn’t let out a word I was in shock of what happened.

She giggled, put her shirt back on, kissed me on the cheek and left.

I checked tinder to see Agnes had unmatched me. I smiled and went to bed.

“God Damn It Roger! You can’t keep doing this shit, I’m calling my attorney,” Becca practically screamed into her cell phone as I sat on the couch in her office.

Becca is the CIO at our company, and we have been working together for five years now. You could say I’m her right-hand man and also her best friend. The asshole on the other end of the phone is her ex-husband Roger, who from the conversation I am overhearing has just told her that he’s canceling taking the kids next week for spring break.

Becca and I met on the job five years ago when I started here. She was just a senior manager then, and I came in as a second senior manager. Things were a bit of a mess here, as the previous CIO had just left and taken two other managers and a bunch of staff with him. Turned out it was probably a great thing for the company because the projects they were responsible for were all disasters, except for the one led by Becca.

We ended up putting in a lot of late nights those first few months and quickly became friends. As we worked through the problems, shared Uber deliveries, and worked to find and hire a completely new team.

Three years ago now her now ex-husband a true piece of work got caught in their bed with a barely legal woman. The divorce was nasty and it took a toll on her. It didn’t help that he fought so hard to keep the kids half the time just to reduce his child support, and then proceeded to constantly cancel his time to keep them.

Two years ago when the company finally decided to hire a new CIO, we were both in the running. I made a decision to remove myself from the running and let her take the position. I can’t say it was entirely altruistic. I didn’t want the position. More work, more stress, sure more pay too, but money isn’t everything. But Becca? She took the reigns and took control like the natural-born warrior she is.

So while she is now technically my boss, we’ve still maintained our friendship.

Tonight we had been finishing up our last-minute responsibilities before we both headed off to a week-long conference on advanced AI agents in the workplace. It’s a Friday night and we were flying out in the morning to get to Vegas in time for some of the pre-conference events on Sunday.

Roger is supposed to be taking the kids for the week as it’s spring break and he had promised to take them down to South Padre Island for the week.

“Well fuck you Roger, I hope a shark bites your dick off,” she said as she tapped the screen to end the call and practically threw her phone onto her desk.

I let out a laugh at that last statement which promptly earned me a death stare. “What did he do this time?” I asked, already knowing the gist of it.

“He’s decided to take his latest plaything to Cabo this week and so now he can’t watch the kids. I’ve already given Isabella the week off to spend with her own kids, so now what am I going to do? There is no way I can find a new sitter this late on a Friday, especially not one I can trust them with for a week,” she said as her head hung low in frustration.

She stood at her desk for a few more moments, then came over and plopped hard onto the opposite end of the couch.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I knew it wasn’t that Becca would have to spend the week with her kids. She adored them beyond belief. It was that she had been looking forward to this conference and she was leading one of the breakout sessions. Becca would take a cancellation this late as breaking her word, which was something she never did.

In five years I had never seen her cry, but sitting here looking at her, I could tell she was about to. I scooted over next to her on the couch and on instinct put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. “It’s going to be ok, we will figure something out, let’s just think for a moment,” I said.

She nodded and then patted my leg. “Yeah, it will be fine. I’m sure I won’t be the first speaker to cancel, maybe I can do it remotely,” she said.

I took my arm back and played with my phone for a moment. Then an idea came to me. I pulled up my contacts and made a call.

“Hey Grace, how’s it going? … That’s great, hey you are back in town for spring break this week right?” I asked into the phone. “Do you have any plans this week? … Would you be interested in babysitting my boss's kids for the week? … Ok, let me put you on speaker,” I said as I lowered the phone and turned on the speaker.

“Becca this is Grace of my cousin, she’s in her third year of getting her bachelor's in child development. She lives here in town and is on spring break this week, she says she would be happy to watch the kids for you…” I said and then we all talked for a few minutes.

I hung up the phone when arrangements had been made. Becca and Grace had both heard about each other several times through me, but not previously met. So it wasn’t as hard a sell to Becca as it might have been for someone else. She was pretty protective of her kids after all.

“You are a lifesaver Matt!” she exclaimed as she leaned over a placed a kiss on my lips.

My brain instantly froze and then just as quickly went into hyperdrive. Becca and I weren’t completely devoid of physical contact. Shoulder bumps, hugs, little things that are acceptable between good friends. Kissing was not something we had ever done. Oh sure, I’m a guy, I can’t say I haven’t ever thought about it. She is after all a beautiful single woman, and I am a single man. But she’s also my best friend and I’ve never considered her more than that. She’s never shown any interest in more than that either. But in this moment, for whatever reason, my brain overrode common sense and in the few milliseconds of her lips touching mine, it decided to kiss her back.

My lips parted and caught her lower lip between them, a gentle suck, a caress of my tongue. Sparks flew in my brain… Just as quickly her hands pressed against my chest and she pulled away hard.

“What the hell Matt!” she exclaimed a look of shock on her face as she looked up at me.

“I….” Oh god, what had I done! My brain completely locked up as I stared into her eyes and watched her face as she clearly went through a cascade of thoughts of her own.

I never finished my sentence as just as quickly as she had pushed me away her hands grasped the sides of my head and pulled our lips back together.

We kissed with such passion, such hunger. Years of repressed feelings, feelings I knew I was denying, and I am sure she was too, rushed forward. She held my face as our tongues began to dance. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her over so she was straddling my lap.

She tasted of strawberry, why I can’t say, but she did, maybe it was whatever she had been drinking a little while ago at her desk. But she tasted great as we explored each other's mouths.

My hands caressed her back, and one of her hands fell to my stomach and began pulling my polo from my waistline. Then I felt fire as her hand found the bare skin of my stomach and then pushed under my shirt to my chest.

I let go of her and lifted my shirt off tossing it to the side. She in turn unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop off her shoulders before returning to my lips. My hands returned to caressing her now bare back and hers found the tufts of hair on my pecks.

We kissed with such passion, such desire, I could feel my rock-hard cock pressing against the front of my trousers, right into her thigh. She must have felt it too, because soon one of her hands slid down my belly and stroked me through my pants. My breath caught and our lips parted.

She stared into my eyes for a moment. I could see the want, the desire, the lust in them. I am sure she saw the same in mine.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Matt, can I have you tonight? Will you take me?” she whispered.

She has wanted me for so long? Was I blind? Had she been trying to tell me that before? It mattered not in this moment.

“You can have me tonight, and every night here after Becca, there is no one I have ever wanted more than you,” I whispered back.

She kissed me briefly and then stood up off my lap. Her blouse fell to the floor leaving only the white lace-trimmed bra covering her breasts as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt. My jaw hit the floor as she shimmied out of it revealing a black thong and the tops of her thigh-high stocking.

She looked at me in anticipation for a moment while I absorbed every inch of her.

“My God Becca, you are beautiful,” I said, and damn did I mean it. I mean I have always known she was beautiful. But there is a difference when you just know someone is beautiful and when you see them like this, with so much want and desire between you.

She looked down at my pants and nodded towards them, which was just enough clue for my brain to get a clue.

I reached down undoing my belt and pant button, then slid them off. As I did so she climbed back on top of me, sitting firmly in my lap, I could feel the warmth of her pressed against my shaft. My boxers and her thong did little to conceal the desire we both shared.

She began to kiss me again as her arms wrapped around my neck. I placed one hand on her backside and held her, while the other caressed up her side to her breast. As I squeezed it gently she in turn gently bit my lip and moaned.

She began to rock her body slowly against mine. Rubbing herself up and down my shaft. Our kisses grew deeper, and we both moaned into each other’s mouths.

I could feel the moisture of her anticipation damping the cloth between us as our bodies grew warmer and her motions increased in pace. My hand left her backside and found the clasp of her bra. I released the clasp and then my other hand slid beneath the fabric and found the soft mound and pert nipple it had been hiding. I pinched it between index and middle finger ever so gently and her head fell backward as a loud moan emitted from her beautiful mouth.

She reached a hand down and fished for the opening to my boxers pulling my manhood free from its confines. She stared into my eyes as she lifted up on her knees. Her other hand pulled her panties to the side and she guided me to her warm moist opening. Her eyes closed as she slowly sat down taking me inside of her. Mine closed as well as I absorbed the sheer ecstasy and pleasure I felt as I slid into her warm glove.

She leaned forward, wrapping both arms around my neck, and held me tight. My arms moved to her back and I held her in return. Her breath caressed my ear as she rested her head. We didn’t move, just relishing this moment, this feeling.

Then ever so slowly she began to gyrate her hips back and forth, bringing just a hint of motion to our bodies. She was taking me slowly, and softly, relishing the moment and the feeling.

I’m thirty-six, and she is not the first woman I have been with, but I can say with all honesty, that this was bar none the most sensual and yet lustful moment I had ever experienced. I wanted to take her with everything I had yet I wanted this moment of gentle unadulterated love to never end. While I hoped beyond all hope that this was a forever thing, I knew we would never get this first moment back.

I squeezed her a little tighter and turned my head just a bit to take her ear lobe into my lips. As I did so she pressed herself down onto me just a little more firmly and gave another moan.

Slowly her pace increased, and she sat up a little more, adding a little up-and-down motion to her back and forth, as her body stroked my cock, and I felt every inch of her as she slid up and down. “Oh God Becca, you feel so good,” I whispered to her.

Her breasts were rubbing the side of my face, and I turned just enough to take her right nipple between my lips. Sucking it gently as a swirled my tongue around it. Her hand in turn grabbed the hair at the back of my head as she pressed her breast tightly against my mouth.

I used one hand to help hold her against me, the other massaged the other breast. Her pace began to quicken, and I could tell she was nearing an orgasm.

My tongue flicked against her nipple a little harder, and I pinched her other nipple between my fingers. She slammed herself down onto me, pushing me deep inside her, and her body began to shake. Her hand squeezed my hair harder as she lifted up just a bit and slammed back down onto me.

“Oh Fuck!!!!!!!” she screamed as I felt a river of warmth flow down my shaft and balls, her body contracting hard on me. Her body tensed hard and then she collapsed onto me panting.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her for several moments. It took a little while for her to regain her composure, then she started to move again.

I gripped her firmly with one arm, and with the other lifted us both from the couch. I turned to set her down on the couch, but she stopped me.

“Wait, not on the couch, we can’t stain it, take me to my desk,” she said as she held onto me.

I did as she instructed carrying her toward the desk and then using one arm to clear a spot for her ass as my other held her up firmly. As I set her down I slid out of her, my still rock-hard shaft not ready to leave its wet embrace. She looked at me quizzically but then smiled as I leaned down and began to kiss her thighs.

I reached up and gently pulled her panties down revealing her beautiful mound. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of brown hair pointing directly at the treat that I so desired to taste. Her smooth slit glistened with sweet nectar and my tongue was all too happy to lick it clean.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs as I slowly began to kiss her thighs and the creases of her legs. She found my hair with one hand and the other found her breast.

“Oh yes Matt, taste me, taste my desire for you,” she called out.

“With pleasure my love, with pleasure,” I returned.

She squeezed my hair and pulled my head from her thigh to her mound.

I took the clue and allowed my tongue to caress it, first the left side, then the right. Slowly I licked the sweetness from each side, my breath caressing her slit.

“This is what you want? You want my tongue to taste you?” I asked in a playful tone.

“Yes, stop teasing me, let me feel your tongue inside me,” she begged.

I obeyed and pressed my tongue gently inside her, starting at the bottom, pressing it slightly into her opening, and then licking slowly up to her clit. As my tongue crossed over her clit she moaned and raised her backside off the desk just a bit.

I stopped to suck her clit gently, then proceeded the lick each side of her slit slowly before pressing my tongue back into her.

I continued to explore her with my tongue. Pressing deep inside her opening, then licking up toward her clit. Swirling it with my tongue and giving it gentle kisses.

I could sense her desperation for release building, her desire was dripping freely for my tongue to relish. I began to focus just on her clit, flicking my tongue across it gently but quickly. Her thighs gripped the side of my head, and I used my arms to pull her tightly against my face.

Her crescendo built quickly and both her hands squeezed my hair. “Oh fuck yes, just like that!” she screamed out as wave after wave of ecstasy took over her body. Her release flowed down my chin as I slowly my tongue and began to just suck gently.

She finally released me and I took a moment to lick her clean, relishing the taste of her sweet nectar.

“Come here and finish what you started, give me your cock, fuck me like you mean it,” she called out to me.

I stood and smiled at her, my chin still glistening with her juices. Then I stepped forward and guided my cock towards her opening. She smiled at me and gave me a come here gesture.

I watched her face as I pressed into her. Her eyes closed and her shoulders lifted arching her head back. She gave out a moan as I sunk deep inside her.

My hands rested on top of her thighs as she lifted her legs, knees pointing straight up to give me better access. Slowly I began to slide in and out of her, as she moaned with every stroke.

“Harder Matt, fuck me like you may never get to fuck me again!” she demanded quickly, and I obliged.

As I fucked her harder and harder she moaned louder and louder. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her with each thrust. My hands found her breasts, and I used them to help pull myself even harder into her.

“Just like that, don’t stop!!!!” she cried out.

I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace, but I also didn’t want to disappoint her, I could tell she was close again.

Thrust after thrust I slammed into her, I was thrusting so hard the desk was moving, and then she reached up and wrapped her arms around me. Her nails dug into my back as her body contracted hard on my cock.

“Cum with me Matt, cum inside me, fill me…” she cried out as her body convulsed. That statement was enough to send me over the edge I was already falling over and my cock throbbed inside her as I released my own desire into her. I collapsed onto her and we both collapsed onto the desk as our bodies revied in the pleasure of our mutual release.

“Thank you, Matt, I needed that so badly,” she whispered into my ear as I lay on top of her, propped up on my elbows.

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. They were filled with happiness. I used one hand to stroke her cheek.

“Becca, you can tell me to forget this ever happened, and I will. Tomorrow will be just another day. But you need to know first. I love you, I think I always have, I just never let myself believe it. But I know, deep down, that I have loved you since I met you,” I said as I continued to stare straight into her eyes.

She looked at me for a very long moment, not saying anything. Then she pulled her arms up and took my face into her hands. She pulled me down to kiss me, softly, gently, then lifted my head back up.

“I love you too Matt, and this better not be a one-night stand, because I intend to keep you as mine,” she said.

Just then her phone rang and I looked over and saw it was Isabella her nanny.

“It’s Isabella, you might need to take that,” I said.

Panic took over her face as she pushed me off.

“Hello? Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was. I am leaving the office now,” she said and hung up.

“I’m sorry Matt, I have to go, can you pick me up for the airport in the morning?” she asked.

“Of course, go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said.

She dressed in a hurry and left with a peck on my lips.

I stayed a few moments longer and grabbed a couple of paper towels from the bathroom to clean our mess off her desk.

The following week was one hell of a business trip. Oh, we went to the conference and learned a lot. Her break-out session was a hit as I knew it would be. But the real fun was the fact that we fucked like horny teenagers all week.

It’s been six months now, and we have been the perfect example of boss and employee at work. Nobody could possibly guess that we were madly in love with each other.

Roger has just lost his custody rights after all. He hadn’t bothered to take the kids in almost three months. Which has made Becca even happier. But I am pretty sure I’m about to make her the happiest woman in the world when I propose to her this weekend while we get away for a little us time.

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I stood there, my fingers toying with the lace at my neckline, my heart pounding in my chest. They weren’t saying anything—they were waiting, watching, caught between disbelief and anticipation.

“Did you guys hear me?” I said softly, breaking the silence, still standing in front of them. “I said; if this outfit is really such a distraction…” I paused, letting my eyes drift over each of them, “...maybe I should just take it off.”

Eddy’s face flushed a deep red, his gaze darting between me and the table. Ryan shifted in his seat, leaning forward like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard. And James—James just sat there, staring at me like he didn’t know whether to tell me to stop or beg me to keep going.

“Sarah,” Phil finally said, his voice strained. “You don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to,” I interrupted, my voice calm but teasing. “But maybe I want to.”

I slipped my fingers under the straps at my shoulders, hesitating for a moment just to let the tension build. My eyes flicked to Ryan, then Phil, then Eddy. Their breathing had slowed, their gazes locked on me. Even James, the one who usually played the role of the responsible leader, was staring at me with something that looked an awful lot like hunger.

“Alright, then,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I slid the straps off my shoulders, letting them fall down my arms. The lace fabric followed, slipping lower, inch by inch, catching on my nipples, the excitement of the situation and the size of my breasts stopping it. I looked down at myself, then back to my friend group.

Was I really about to show them all my tits?

Yes, it turned out. Yes I was.

I pulled the fabric lower, freeing my breasts and sliding the tight lace over my hips too, revealing my soft, freshly moisturised pussy. The fabric pooled at my feet and I stepped out of it, standing before them completely naked, my skin tingling under the weight of their stares.

The room was utterly silent, save for the sound of their breathing. I didn’t try to cover myself; instead, I let them look. I wanted them to look. The thrill of their eyes on me—their friends, some of them with girlfriends—sent a shiver down my spine.

Phil was the first to break, letting out a low whistle. “Jesus Christ, Sarah,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re…”

“Beautiful,” Ryan finished, his voice thick with emotion. He was staring at me like he’d never seen anything so captivating, his eyes tracing every curve of my body.

Eddy looked like he didn’t know where to put his hands, fidgeting awkwardly as his gaze darted between my face and the rest of me. “This is…uh…wow.”

“Guys? We’re supposed to be playing a game, remember?” I said, as if I wasn’t standing naked in front of them.

“Oh,” James said. “Yeah, Of course.”

I smiled as I took my seat on the couch again, sitting between them, my tits pressed together as I squeezed in the gap. The leather was cool against my bare skin, sending a jolt of sensation through me. I crossed my legs, my arms resting casually on my thighs, and looked at them expectantly. “Let’s keep playing.”

They hesitated, their focus clearly not on the game anymore, but James managed to roll the dice and keep things moving. The rhythm was slow and uneven, their usual banter replaced by awkward pauses and stolen glances. Every time I leaned forward to reach for something, their eyes followed me. When I shifted in my seat, uncrossing and recrossing my legs, I could feel the tension in the room spike.

Phil was the boldest, his gaze lingering openly on my breasts, his lips twitching like he was holding back a comment. Eddy was quieter, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking to my lap every few seconds before darting away again. Ryan was practically squirming in his seat, his hands gripping his knees like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out. And James—poor James—was doing his best to act like nothing was happening, but even he couldn’t hide the flush creeping up his neck.

After a few rounds of dice rolling and half-hearted attempts at gameplay, the tension finally boiled over.

“You’re driving us crazy, Sarah,” Ryan said, his voice low and rough. His hands were clenched into fists on his thighs, his eyes locked on mine. “You know that, right?”

I tilted my head, my smile teasing. “Am I? That’s a shame. I thought getting rid of the costume might help...”

Phil let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “This is crazy…”

I leaned back against the couch, letting my legs fall slightly apart. “I’m just sitting here,” I said innocently. “You’re the ones making it a big deal.”

“Oh, we’re making it a big deal?” Ryan said, his tone incredulous.

Eddy shifted in his seat, his face bright red. “She’s got a point, though. We’re the ones freaking out.”

Phil grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Maybe we just need to get used to it.”

“Used to what?” I asked, my voice dripping with curiosity.

Phil’s eyes dropped to my thighs. “You. Like this.”

“That’s true…” I said, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation. “Maybe you just need a closer look…”

Phil glanced at James, like he was silently asking for permission. James didn’t say a word, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t stop him either.

Phil’s hand moved first, resting lightly on my thigh. His touch was warm, his fingers brushing against my skin as he hesitated, waiting to see how I’d react. I didn’t move, but the thrill of his touch washed over me.

Eddy’s hand followed, settling on my other thigh. His touch was more tentative, his fingers trembling slightly as they made contact. My heart was racing now, my body thrumming with excitement as their hands lingered, their grips tightening ever so slightly.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice soft but teasing.

Phil’s grin widened. “Just seeing something.”

“Seeing what?” I pressed, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Neither of them answered. Instead, their hands moved in unison, sliding up my thighs with agonizing slowness. My legs parted instinctively, my body responding to their touch before my mind could catch up. The room was silent, save for the sound of our breathing, the weight of their hands sending shivers down my spine.

I tried to resist, but their hands became firmer, prying my legs apart, and I half-laughed and half-gasped as I relinquished control, allowing them to open my legs fully, my pussy finally spread and on display, begging for attention.

“I just thought of a new game.”

[Merry Christmas everyone!]

Sometimes, the difference between wrong and right could crumble your soul, Christian thought as his eyes soaked in the vision before him. She stood by the bed of the softly lit hotel room, wearing a sheer red babydoll with white faux fur at the top of the bodice and matching red stilettos. He committed every detail of her to his memory...from her champagne-blonde hair draped over her shoulder, her jade-colored eyes that seemed to peer into his soul, and her red lipstick on her seductive lips. She was every man's fantasy, but she was his...well, for the moment.

Christian took a sip from his tumbler of bourbon, his eyes never leaving her as he savored her presence, knowing that it was only for the night. "I never imagined we'd be alone in a room like this," he whispered.

"I'm sure you've done this with many other women," she said, smiling.

"Not for decades. You know I haven't," Christian admitted. He had had his share of affairs when he was young before he'd even met his wife. He wasn't proud of that fact, but he couldn't take that back, and in the past few years, only one woman had caught his eye. And now that they were in a hotel suite in Nashville, he knew his marriage vows were about to crumble. He had fallen in lust with this beautiful creature, but they had resisted their feelings until now. He'd never expected it to come to this.

"It's been a year since the first night I saw you. We met in a crowded room, and you were introduced to me with all the others. But I noticed you, and you took my breath away." Christian smiled. "I've adored you from afar since then."

"Me too, but we're here tonight alone. I don't know if I'll have the strength to resist," Grace whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Me neither." Christian put his glass down on the nearby nightstand and walked towards Grace. He cupped her cheek and gently kissed her lips. The moment his lips touched hers, he was lost. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he deepened his kiss.

Grace moaned, "I've longed for you for a long time. You're the only one I could imagine being with. My body is yours for the taking, Christian. Take what you want."

Christian groaned at her words and pulled her in for a kiss. He pulled her close, crushing her to him, and ravaged her mouth like a starved man. His hands moved up and down her back and over her ass. He reached down, and, with his hands on her cheeks, he lifted her. Grace wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked her to the bed. His kisses moved to her neck, and he nibbled on it as he laid her down on the bed. Christian looked at her lying there, and she smiled. She looked like a delectable Christmas treat he was about to enjoy.

"I want this to be a night you will never forget," Christian said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Grace sat up, placed her finger in his belt, and pulled him to her. "Let me," she said, reaching up to undo his buttons.

Grace unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor. She unbuckled his pants and slid them and his boxers down his body. He was already hard, and his cock sprang free. His cock was beautiful to her eyes, and Grace licked her lips at the thought of tasting it.

Christian stepped out of his shoes, pants, and boxers and then moved toward Grace, who scooted back on the bed. She lay back and looked up at him as he towered over her. His body and his erect cock made her pussy drip in anticipation. Grace had never wanted any man as much as she wanted him at that moment.

He crawled toward her and straddled her. He wanted to make this an unforgettable evening for both of them, and Christian wanted to enjoy every moment with his goddess. He leaned down and kissed her lips, trailing kisses over her jaw and neck. He nibbled on her collarbones, his tongue gliding along the thin skin that stretched over those protrusions.

"Oh, Christian!" Grace gasped.

His hands cupped her breasts and massaged them through the sheer fabric of the babydoll. Her nipples were already hard. He pulled the strap of her lingerie off her shoulder, pulling the fabric down, and feasted his eyes on her beautiful flesh. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Her breasts were full and heavy on her chest, with silver-dollar-sized areola and hard nipples. Christian's mouth replaced one hand, and his tongue circled her areola before he gently sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue toyed with the tip as his hand massaged her breast. Grace arched her back and moaned loudly, encouraging Christian to continue.

He released her nipple with a pop, his saliva coating the taut nub, and turned his attention to the other. Grace writhed under his touch, her body a bundle of nerves, as she gave in to his attention. No man had ever worshipped her like this. She was used to men who were only interested in their pleasure, but Christian seemed to revel in giving her joy. Grace felt his stiff shaft resting against her thigh as he feasted on her breasts.

"You are intoxicating," Christian growled.

His lips trailed kisses over her abdomen until they reached her red thong. Christian looked up at Grace, and her eyes were half-open as she looked at him in a haze. Christian's finger pulled the gusset aside to see her wet folds, swollen and glistening with nectar. His hands moved around to her hips and slowly pulled the thong off her legs, revealing her bare pussy. Grace gasped as he parted her legs and stared down at her. Her excitement was more potent than her self-consciousness as he stared at her, drinking in the vision.

"So fucking beautiful," he said before lowering his mouth to her.

Christian took great satisfaction in cunnilingus and was confident in his skills to bring his partner pleasure. He had been imagining her taste since he laid eyes on her. Christian began his feast by teasing Grace's inner thighs and outer labia with his tongue. Grace moaned in ecstasy as his tongue made contact with her delicate flesh. Her legs fell open, giving him unfettered access. She wanted this, and her body was primed for it.

Christian used his thumbs to spread her outer lips, opening her to him like a flower. Her lips opened, revealing a beautiful pink pussy with a pearl that was just begging for him to lick. He leaned in, his nose taking in her scent of sweet musk, and licked the entire length of her pussy. Grace moaned and lifted her hips as his tongue found her clit. She tasted delicious to him. Her body was ready and receptive as his tongue explored her pussy. His hands pushed her thighs apart as his tongue circled her clit. Her body reacted, and Grace began grinding her pussy against his mouth and tongue. He latched onto her clit and sucked, making Grace's body tremble and buck as her orgasm washed over her.

Christian continued his assault on her pussy as he pushed his index finger into her pussy. He felt her muscles clench down on his digit, which only made him want more of her. His tongue licked and sucked her clit, and his finger pumped her pussy. Grace's body responded to his touch as she moaned loudly and ground her body into his tongue and finger. He inserted a second finger into her pussy, making Grace arch her back and moan.

"Oh yes, Christian. Just like that," she moaned, her body in a state of euphoria. Grace reached down and grabbed the sheets, holding them tight in her fists as her orgasm crashed through her body. She felt a gush of liquid come from her pussy as she climaxed and squirted. Christian groaned, licking up every drop as Grace lay there, her body shivering and shaking from her climax. He couldn’t recall being so turned on in his life, and his cock was achingly stiff and dripping pre-cum. Christian climbed on top of her. Grace's body felt limp as Christian's body lay over hers. He pressed his mouth to hers, and she tasted herself on his lips. Her legs spread wide to allow him access to her core. Her hands traveled down his body until she grasped his thick shaft. Her thumb spread the precum down the head of his cock as her fist slowly jacked his length.

Christian's hand moved to hers and guided the tip to the entrance of her pussy. His lips pressed against hers as he pushed his head into her, her velvet walls enveloping him. They both groaned in unison as Christian slowly inched deeper inside her until his cock was buried to the hilt.

"So good, Grace," he said as he moved inside her. She was warm and tight, her walls rippling with each thrust.

"Oh, Christian, it feels amazing. So thick," she moaned and wrapped her arms around him, her nails scratching down his back.

Christian's mouth went to her neck, his teeth lightly grazing the flesh. His cock was aching for release as he made love to this angel underneath him. He was sure that there was nothing that could make him feel any better, and his body shuddered at the sensation of being buried in her tight sheath.

He pulled his cock out, leaving only the head inside her. Grace whimpered at the emptiness but was soon moaning as Christian pushed back in slowly, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. He began pumping into her faster, his body craving a release that had been building for months.

"Yes, oh yes, Christian!" she moaned.

Christian began pumping faster and harder. Grace moaned as another orgasm built. Christian was bringing her closer and closer to the edge of that cliff, and Grace could not hold out much longer.

"Oh my God!" Grace cried as she climaxed again, her pussy tightening around Christian's shaft, her juices coating his cock. She was lost to her pleasure, but Christian was not finished with her. His hips began moving again as he pounded her pussy with abandon.

Christian felt the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm, but he wasn't ready for that yet. He slowed his strokes, savoring the feel of her warm pussy around him. Grace moaned, and her walls clenched his cock. Christian sighed as he continued to thrust, wanting to give her one more orgasm. Grace's arms were tight around his neck, her hands clutching at his back. Their lips crashed together, tongues swirling in dance as Christian thrust his cock in and out of her soaked cunt at a slow pace.

Christian's thrusts were slower, but he was pounding deeper inside her. His balls slapped against her ass as his strokes were getting faster. He felt his balls tighten, and he knew he was on the brink of an explosion. His hips moved erratically, and he felt the tingle at the base of his spine, and his balls drew up tight to his body.

"I want you from behind," Christian groaned as he pulled his shaft from her.

Christian helped her to turn around on all fours, presenting him with a view he had fantasized about many times. He adored her plump derriere more than any other part of her body, possibly. Christian ran his palm over the smooth globes of her ass, kneading her flesh in his fingers. Grace gasped at the feel of his hands on her body. His touch was light, and he was tender, but there was also a roughness that made her shudder. His fingers danced across her ass, then moved to her hip, his palm caressing the skin of her flank.

Christian's eyes were fixed on Grace's ass. His cock throbbed at the thought of her bent over in front of him. Christian took hold of himself and placed the tip of his cock at Grace's entrance. Her cunt was sopping wet, swollen, and open, and his head was soaked with her nectar. He pushed into her slowly and felt the warm, tight grip of her pussy on his cock. Grace's head hung down between her shoulders as she let out a loud, guttural moan.

"Oh yes," Grace moaned as she pushed her hips back.

Christian grabbed Grace by the hips and pulled her back onto his shaft. Grace's pussy was warm, and Christian felt her velvety walls grip him. Grace moaned, pushing back into him.

Christian's thrusts were long and slow at first. He pulled almost entirely out of her before plunging in deep, making Grace whimper in delight. She felt so good to him. He had fantasized about her body, and he was enjoying it immensely. Grace was an amazing woman. Her pussy felt like a dream.

"So fucking good. I have dreamed about your pussy for a year. It feels so amazing," he said as he picked up his pace and began thrusting harder.

He watched his cock disappear into her body as his balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. Grace looked over her shoulder at Christian, and he reached out, his fingers weaved into her hair at the base of her neck, gripped and pulled. Grace cried out at the bite of pain, her scalp burning, as her head was pulled back, but it was the perfect juxtaposition to the pleasure she felt as Christian's cock slammed in and out of her pussy.

"Yes, Christian. Fuck me. Make me yours. I want to feel you come inside me." Grace begged, her voice a needy whine.

Christian's grip on Grace's hair tightened. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt the tingle at the base of his spine. Grace moaned, and her pussy squeezed his cock.

"I want your cum," Grace gasped, "cum...inside...me," she said as Christian pounded her. Grace felt the tingling sensation of an orgasm building in her body. Christian's hand moved from her hair to her neck as his hand slid down her throat and gripped her firmly.

Grace gasped for air and felt a wave of heat rush over her as the tingling grew more intense. Grace's orgasm was building, and she was ready for another one. Christian's hips moved at a furious pace. The sensation in his loins grew more and more intense as he felt himself nearing his peak.

Christian's hand moved from Grace's neck to her shoulder, pulling her back onto him with every thrust. Grace was gasping for air and moaning. Her pussy was gripping his shaft like a vise. The tingling in his spine was almost unbearable, and his orgasm was building, ready to explode. He pounded Grace harder and faster.

"Yes, Christian. Give it to me," Grace pleaded. Christian grunted, and with a final hard thrust, his body stiffened as his balls contracted and his orgasm washed over him.

"Oh God!" Christian shouted as he erupted deep inside her.

His hips bucked, and his cock twitched inside her, filling Grace with his cum. Christian's hips continued to pump as he emptied himself into her. He held himself deep inside Grace as his cock spasmed and his orgasm subsided.

"That's it. Fill me up," she said. Her pussy pulsed around Christian's shaft as she came. Her pussy was overflowing with Christian's cum and her own juices. Grace fell to her elbows and laid her face on the mattress, her body spent from her orgasm.

Christian pulled his semi-erect cock from her pussy, a gush of their mixed fluids rushing from Grace. Grace's arms were shaking, her body exhausted. Her arms gave out, and her body collapsed to the mattress, rolling over to her back. She was panting, her chest heaving. Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked utterly spent.

Grace's eyes fluttered, and she smiled. "Thank you, Christian. That was amazing," she purred, stretching languidly like a satisfied feline. Christian was pleased to see how happy Grace looked. She was glowing, and her smile was beautiful and radiant.

"You are welcome," he replied and knelt beside her.

Grace turned her head to Christian and smiled again. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers, and kissed her. Grace's arms slid around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. Grace moaned softly and broke their kiss, pulling back. Her hand caressed Christian's face, and her fingertips traced the contours of his cheek and jaw. Grace's thumb ran over his lower lip, pulling it down.

Christian took Grace's hand, pulling it away from his face, and held it in his. His fingers entwined with hers as he looked into her eyes. Grace smiled and looked back at him.

Christian smiled. "You are a gorgeous creature," he whispered. He pulled Grace to him and hugged her. Grace wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face nuzzled into his neck, and her breath was hot on his skin.

"I think I love you." Grace sighed. "I wish I didn't."

Christian smiled. "I think I love you too, " he sighed. But we are so wrong." He held Grace tighter, his heart heavy.

"I know," Grace whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "But we will always have this night."

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Most of the wax from last night has brushed off into my bed as I slept, but a few pieces remain as a reminder. That and the ice are definitely experiences I intend to repeat many more times.

I woke up to Miss’ hands teasing my nipples, and as I stirred she quickly squatted her pussy onto my face and began to ride me. All I could do was hear and taste her, moaning into her as she gleefully used me. It felt so good and my pussy was aching so much by the time she climaxed and moved to the boy. She coaxed him awake playing with his balls, then did exactly the same.

Inside the boy’s box was a rubber dildo with a suction cup and a bottle of lube, mine contained a slightly larger than usual tennis ball, and some stick on velcro tape - just the soft side. Both also contained the camera and tripod from before, and a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Miss smiled that devious grin as she began explaining.

“Your last day, so I thought I’d let you have as many orgasms as you like, and you can document them for a scrapbook.”

We both still looked very puzzled, not seeing the link between the main contents of the boxes and her explanation.

She laughed, “ah yes, but of course I haven’t made it that simple have I; there is a catch. Those are what you’ll need to use for each and every one of them. So for you” she turned to the boy, “you won’t be let out of your cage and will be riding that dildo. And as for you,” turning to me, “you’ll be rubbing yourself against those for all of yours.”

I was worried about this, and how it would be possible. The boy was especially worried; presumably that he wouldn’t manage to cum at all.

“The only other rule is that you can’t use the same place twice. Hannah, that means leaving the velcro pieces on whatever you choose to use.”

We still sat looking rather confused, so she expanded on her plans.

“Ok. Boy; you can stick that dildo to any surface you like and fuck yourself back onto it. There’s plenty of lube, so you should manage. But once you’ve stuck the dildo in one place and cum there, you can’t use that place again. Clear?”.

He still looked worried, but nodded.

“Good. Now Hannah, you get to stick some of that velcro to any surface or object in the house, then grind your clit along it to cum. Again, once you’ve used it once then you can’t use it again.”

I nodded, understanding better, but still confused about the tennis ball, so I held that up.

“We’ll save that for later” She smiled, taking it from me. “Oh, and a different part of the same object, or a different one of the same object isn’t allowed either. So no using all four chairs, or all four chair legs. And as you’ve guessed, you’ll be cuffed the whole time. Behind you, just to keep it interesting”

My whole perception of the house changed as we went down to breakfast; my brain now seeing things for the possible surfaces I could grind myself against. Clearly I would need relatively immovable objects, so Miss’ ornament collection would be no good, but tables, chairs, corners of walls, sofas, bookcases. A surprising number of places began to stick out to my horny mind. In the back of my mind was also the chafing that the velcro was bound to create, but I tried to forget about it for now.

“One more thing” Miss said as she cuffed our hands, “I expect to see a minimum of one orgasm an hour until dinner, so get on with it.”

For me that didn’t feel like much of a challenge; I knew my issue would be the chafing towards the end. More difficult for the boy, since I’m not convinced he has ever cum from anal before. I could hear him groaning as he got to work on his first location while I struggled with fixing a strip of velcro to the edge of the kitchen door. It was really tricky doing it behind my back, and when I turned to see it was pretty wonky. No matter, though, I fumbled to set up the camera and then shuffled my legs either side of the door.

It was much, much harder than you might think. Firstly the point which I could grind against was a few inches lower than I had thought, and that’s because I had to get really close and then lean back on my hands to be able to move my hips that way. I decided against moving the velcro, though the smooth, painted surface of the door gave little texture to rub against and it was difficult to get started.

Soon enough I was moaning, though, smearing my juices up and down the door. I saw Miss step into view and watch me and the thrill tipped me over, grunting and clenching. It wasn’t a great orgasm, as I wasn’t really able to keep grinding through it, but enjoyable all the same.

I saw Miss beckoning me to her with this morning’s tennis ball in her hand. Still on my knees I shuffled over to her and knelt at her feet. “Since you have it so much easier than the boy, this is my little way of balancing things out” she smiled, holding out the ball then throwing it across the room. “Everytime I throw it you are to go to it, and grind yourself to climax on it, then bring it back in your mouth.”

“Yes, Miss” I said, blushing.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Crap! She did just throw it. I shuffled after it as quickly as I could, moving back and forth to try and line myself up. If the door was difficult this was bloody impossible. I got my pussy lined up and lowered down onto it, but as soon as I tried to grind against it, it slipped out and rolled away. So I shuffled after it and kept trying slightly different angles and positions. The only one that worked meant leaning forwards a little, causing a burning in my thighs, but luckily I could use the last of my previous climax to help me along.

As I was moaning on the ball I heard the doorbell. Moments later Miss’ guests from previous parties began to arrive, four or five couples walking in and standing to watch me. I felt so embarrassed to be seen humiliating myself like this, and worse that those feelings actually helped me along. I climaxed quite hard, blushing bright red as I moaned and bucked against the fuzzy surface. As I dipped my head to pick it up in my teeth, with some difficulty, I was surprised to discover just how wet I had made it.

The morning passed with everybody socialising while the boy and I went around from place to place humiliating ourselves while they watched. Miss periodically tossing the ball, and guests would kick it around and even out from underneath me. I scurried after it time and time again, equal parts excited and degraded as this sort of entertainment.

I got some rest from time to time as attention was diverted to the boy. I knelt behind everyone and watched as he backed himself up against the patio doors, a look of mixed embarrassment and discomfort on his face until it started to prod his g-spot at which point it all changed and he began to ride the cock with much more enthusiasm.

Soon after, the attention was back on me as I struggled to fix velcro to the corner of the fire surround, mounted it and started to ride. My clit was already swollen and red by this point, so I was reluctant to ride very hard. But much like the boy, as the stimulation increased (and the lubrication) I was quickly happy to grind myself against it roughly, also getting off on the thrill of putting on a show of humiliating myself for all these people.

They really didn't give either of us any rest, fixing the boy's dildo to one place after another to amuse themselves. They began to take pieces of velcro from me and stick them around too. One guy stuck it to his shoe, and like a dog I was soon wrapped around his leg, humping the tip of his toe while onlookers laughed.

They had me against the bannister, hat rack, kitchen cabinets, fridge, and between times would throw the ball and keep teasing me with jeers about how much of a desperate slut I was (am). I was so worked up from the teasing and pure debasement of it, it was amazing.

Lunch was no respite either. While they ate I found myself up against one of the women's legs where she stuck some velcro. She took great glee in helping me along by teasing my nipples and calling me a pathetic whore, and also demanded I lick her leg clean afterwards. I'd made such a mess it was really embarrassing.

Then someone threw the ball and I scampered after it, only to discover it was an orange. I blushed some more as I struggled worse than ever to mount it. It was smaller than the ball which was already difficult enough; but then the surface became slick the moment my wet lips pressed onto it and it easily slid out.

After watching me struggle for what felt like ages, someone offered to help. They reached casually between my legs and pulled it straight out past my clit causing me to gasp. I watched as they peeled it, then put it back onto the floor for me. It was easier in the fact that it didn't roll anymore, but now I had to be a bit careful not to squash it. The feeling of humiliation helped, though, and eventually I rose to a fairly pleasant and gentle climax.

I didn't get any let up, though, and next up someone had put velcro down the bridge of one of the girls' noses. As I rode her face, the guy who had peeled the orange began feeding pieces to me and to the girl under me. I was such a mess that I ended up drooling plenty of the juice down my chin as I moaned and came on her.

As the afternoon wore on I think I must have ridden every stationary surface in the house. I was even taken upstairs to ride the bathtub edge and even the toilet bowl. Miss must have mentioned more to her guests, as while I was rubbing myself gingerly against the latter, the girl stood over me and relieved herself into my mouth. I came pretty hard while swallowing the first mouthful, and was almost eager to gulp down the rest. What a complete slut I've become.

By the time the guests began to leave, there were fewer and fewer different places left for me to use. The last couple of hours were back down to me to find places, and I had to resort to the TV, a radiator, and with some difficulty (and a stool) a door handle.

By the time dinner came around, my pussy was throbbing and tender; I know I'm really going to feel this tomorrow.

I love pleasuring others to the point where I have cum without contact from eating pussy and fingering my partner. So one of my biggest fantasies is so give someone a relaxing massage that’s slowly works up into fingering, oral, and worshipping her body until she’s shaking.

I met Taylor (fake name) on a dating app. I liked her profile because she was cute, had a pretty smile, and had a cute dog. Our first date we got coffee and we had good chemistry and her smile was even cuter in person. On our second date I invited her over to help me build some ikea furniture (romantic I know), and have some lunch together. This gave us some alone time. As we worker together our hands lingered when we passed each other the Allen wrench and also I got to see her nice ass when she would lean over. The lingering got longer and longer and eventually I kissed her making me feel like I was on fire. The longer we kissed the hotter it got.

As a kissed down her neck and collarbones her breathing quickened and she let out a soft moan. I kept going down pulling her tube top lower so that I could kiss slowly around her nipples. I wanted to tease her so I took my sweet time, listening to her breath get heavier and her moans hey louder. I finally softly flicked her nipples causing her to take a deep breath in. I immediately began sucking on them and gently nibbling on them. As a circled my tongue around her nipples while sucking on them her eyes to rolled back into her head. After a few minutes, and making sure to give each side the attention they deserved, I began to kiss my way down her stomach. As I began to pull her pants down she stopped me and said “not yet”. No means no so I asked her if I could skip her pussy and kiss around her thighs and she said yes.

I started kissing up from her ankles up to the inside of her thighs making sure to linger closely to her pussy, teasing it, but not touching it. “You’re making this hard for me to resist” she said. “Good, I want to make you feel good, just let me know at any time” after a half hour we stopped to eat lunch.

After our lunch break she said it was “my turn” but in my head I wasn’t done with her so I pinned her hands down one continued to kiss every inch of her body that I could. Eventually it was time to go so we made plans to meet later

We texted back and forth for a few days. I told her about my fantasy of massaging her and eating her pussy which she was interested in.

We met up a few days later and I had come prepared with my massage oils. When I saw her she had made herself pretty for me, wearing a long dress that accentuated her long legs and nice ass, and she had just showered so she smelled intoxicatingly good. We chat about our days and then begin kissing, and move onto the bedroom. In the bedroom I undress her and admire her beautiful body. I had her lie face down and relax as I put massage oil on her. Her back held a lot of her tension so I worked my way down. Slowly kneading her muscle and listening to her sighs of relief. I moved down to her arms and used long stroke from her shoulders to her hands, with me intertwining my fingers with hers at the end of each stroke. I went to her lower back and ass, slowly kneading and moving down, admiring every touch that I got to have. I could tell she was relaxed so I started on her feet and calves, making sure any tension there was massaged out. As I moved up her thighs it was time for me to start teasing. She was still wearing lacy panties so used long strokes along her inner thighs starting at her knee, each time getting closer and closer to her pussy.

She went from relaxed breathing to heavy breathing so I knew what I was doing was working. “Can I wake your panties off I want to see your beautiful pussy?” I asked, and she gave me permission. With her panties off I could see that she was visibly wet, and I was starting to get harder and harder myself. I continued going closer and closer to her pussy until I could tell she was getting impatient. Then I slowly slid one finger in feeling all her wetness and warmth. As I did she let out a long moan. I slowly massaged the inside of her pussy first with one finger then two and pushing it up to three. After a few minutes of massaging she began to push her hips back into my fingers clearly wanting more. I lifted her hips up and with my fingers still inside I slowly licked her pussy, eliciting a moan from her. I wanted to make her wait so I pulled my fingers out and asked her to flip over.

Once she was on her back I asked her to closer her eyes and relax. I gave her a little kiss and began massaging her collar bone area down to her chest. I went around her boobs to her stomach and legs. I went back down to her ankles and massaged her calves again. Once she was relaxed I began to use long strokes again from her knee up her inner thighs to her pussy, each time getting closer and closer. Once her breathing became heavy I put my lips on her pussy and using the flat of my tongue, slowly licked the entirety of her pussy from her taint to her clit, with her moaning loudly. I didn’t want her to have too much yet so I didn’t stop at her clit and continues to move my tongue and lips up her stomach to her nipples, giving each of them a light kiss.

I got some more massage oil and used both hands to massage her breasts, slowly kneading them firmly but not too hard. After a few kneads I would use my thumb and index finger to lightly pinch her nipples. As the kneading got more firm so did the pinching going from light to firm to hard.

“Does this hurt?” I asked “Yes” she said “Do you want me to stop or pinch lighters?” “No” “Do you want me to pinch harder?” “Yes” “That’s my good girl, I hope you’re relaxed and feeling good ” I said

I was now pinching hard and with each pinch a moan escaped her lips. I could see her nipples begin to redden so I moved back to massaging her thighs to give them time to rest. I had her raise her legs up and put a pillow underneath her lower back to give me better leverage. And started to slowly stroke up her inner thighs to her now glistening pussy. I slowly put a finger in and began to lick her pussy while running my tongue around and sucking her clit. Her moans got louder and her breathing picked up.

“That’s my good girl moan for me. Let it all out I want to hear how good I’m making you feel” I said to her. “Yes sir i can barely think please keep going” she said

I continued eating her pussy, listening to every moan and breath she was waking, intoxicated by her taste and smell. With my left hand I reached up and massaged her breasts pinching her nipples in rhythm with my mouth causing her to moan louder and breathe heavier.

I continued until my mouth got sore and then pushed a little longer, until she said she was getting too sensitive, so I stopped. We kissed and held each other while I lightly traced her body with my finger. We were both hungry so we ordered food and got dressed to eat. After eating we kissed goodbye.

Throughout the history of your sex life, it's the same story: You're happy to do whatever your partner wants in order  to make them feel good, but when you ask the question "Will you go down on me" you're left with a no or a half hearted attempt to give you SOMETHING so you'll leave that idea alone and move on to the next thing.  Bummer. 

Then You meet Me. 

After a couple weeks or so of  bedroom activities, you start to realize, that may have been one of the worst things that ever happened to you. 

Now You Can't cum. 

Or rather, I should say, you can't come without Me. 

Not from lack of want, or trying, (and God knows your wand and other toys have TRIED) or any other partners attempts to give you that little death, over and over and OVER again. 

Let's back track

Unfortunately for you, after a relatively unremarkable tinder date with me, you decided "I'm not really feeling this, but he's cute and I'm horny, so let's see what happens" and let me come back to your place for what you thought would be a decent night, an orgasm or two, and a "catch you later" the next morning. 

We got back to yours, we do the usual dance of the young people our age:

"Can I get you a drink"

"So this is my place"

"I've been in here for about 2 years, rents not bad, but my neighbors suck"

"Let's watch a movie" 

"oh I haven't seen this one yet, I've been wanting to"

*Kissing noises, etc, etc*   

You decide to ask that pesky question that mostly ends with a less than favorable result, but before the words come out of your mouth, your pants are around your ankles, your panties to the side, and my head is between your legs. 

Odd. First time for everything you guess. Time to sit back and see what happ-

The thought melts out of your head as sensation quickly overtakes your entire body. You've had men go down on your before , but this.... is different. 

There's no urgency to it. No rush to get this over with and move on to the next thing. It's thoughtful. Methodical. 

Gentle kisses, at first, exploring, scouting, trying to find the spots that cause a reaction. Hands gliding up and down your body, slowly pressing on your calves, your thighs, your butt,  feeling muscles tighten and shift as you squirm forward and back and sink into the couch. Lips grazing you, mapping, sampling, pausing and letting you shift your hips to re-engage on the spots you like. Goosebumps rise as blood pumps faster and faster, breaths becoming short statics, as you start to feel every part of you becoming more sensitive. You begin to moan softly, oblivious to time as each little touch, taste, kiss, heightens your arousal. 

You realize how turned on you are, and think, this kind of foreplay should be required by law before sex. You start to sit up, ready to get to the real action but are met with resistance. A hand on your chest, politely but firmly keeping you in place. 

" You're not done" is the last thing you hear before your legs are pressed back, exposing you to me, and the only thoughts on your mind are what's going on between your legs. You're breath catches in your throat as the real pleasure begins. 

A tongue, flattened, pressed firmly against your pussy, licks you from bottom to top, and then back down again, in motions that feel like they last an eternity. Your wetness spreads, mixed with saliva, dripping down your asshole coating the couch in signs of your pleasure. I begin to explore, my tongue leading my lips to all of the sports previously explored, like a seasoned traveler, showing my lips to the best spots. My lips kiss, suck, warm each spot, as my hands squeeze and grip your thighs. As my tongue moves back and forth, I stop with each pass, sucking gently on your clit, letting my tongue tickle and play, over and over. Tongue, moving down, sliding into your pussy, licking each side, giving way to fingers, first one, then two, massaging your spot as my mouth moves elsewhere. 

Your mind is blank, empty, as your mouth hangs open and you start to feel your body tense. Your breaths are heavy bursts, rapid, one after the other, You want to say you're getting close, but realize, I already know that, I have you dialed in, right where I want you, every lick, every taste, exactly where it needs to be

Kiss, Lick, Suck, Touch

I'VE GOT YOU

Fingers, Lips, Tongue, breaths

RIGHT

Lips, tongue, Kiss, suck

WHERE

Touch, Lick, Touch, Suck

Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss

I

lick, lick, lick, kiss

Breaths, Breaths, Breaths

WANT YOU

LICK, Lick, lick

kiss

Kiss

Kiss

Breaths, slowing down, down, calming down.

Your buddy shutters as the last waves of pleasure flow through you.  The seat below you, a mess of liquids from the two of us, your brain throbbing as blood rushes back to get thoughts flowing again.

You've had orgasms, sure, but no man, woman, or plastic/silicone device designed by a team of engineers for this EXACT purpose has ever made you feel this good. 

Trying to hide your disbelief, with a smile, you sit up, expecting to move on to the standard in and out you're so accustomed to, but my pants are still on, and the strangest words are uttered from my lips: You think you can go again? 

Well, not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you kick your pants off, settle in to the couch, and,

wait why is it morning? 

You lay in bed, or what could be better described as a disheveled heap of fabric that was used as a platform to support your toe curling gratification. I've already left to head home for a shower before work, but the night plays on repeat in your head. 

Orgasm after orgasm, lip biting, moaning screaming, panting, what felt like hours (It was hours) of uninterrupted, grade A, from the front, from the  back, face riding, certified fresh, PUSSY EATING, and the strangest realization of all comes to mind: my underwear never even came off. My manhood never even came out of my pants. 

"He didn't even have sex with me...."

"Like a pussy bandit, stealing my orgasms and escaping into the night" you say to your friends the next day over your lunch debrief. 

"Do you think you'll hit him up again?" They ask. 

You give it some thought throughout the day, never landing on an answer until later that night, winding down before bed, as you feel the heat between your legs and your breath gets heavy. 

No problem that short term memories and an electric gizmo can't solve. 

"Hmm, okay, he kind of like....did that and ...no...maybe it was more like...okay that feels....close, how about...okay that's good, and then, yeah, I think we're getting it, yes, yes, that's good, yes, yes FUCK THIS ISN'T WORKING"

it's just not right. 

Okay, well, you've come this far, let's see what happens. You send me a "Hey..." and with little delay, you get a frustratingly cocky winking e emoji and a "I'll be there in 10"

How did he know? I mean, he's RIGHT but like... WTF. 

Before long I'm at your door, and the night is like a repeat of the night before, and you find yourself in bed, utterly exhausted, but completely satisfied

Until that sensation down below starts to build again. You can't make it stop, it won't go away. 

For 2 weeks, this story repeats itself 3 or 4 times (you stopped counting)

You become frustrated 

You can't be this dependent on a single person for some stress relief (you are, you just don't know it yet) 

You try a couple different ways (re: people) to bring you that same satisfaction, but not only is it not the same, but you can't cum period. 

So you pull your phone out, prepare that late night hey message and hit send, knowing (hoping) that release is just around the corner, but instead of the usual "be there in 10" you get, "Sorry, work trip, be back in town in a couple weeks"

FUCK

a couple WEEKS?? it's already BEEN a couple weeks, a couple LONG weeks without an O, and now a couple MORE???

THAT'S A FUCKING MONTH

HOW THE FUCK IS THAT FAIR

HOW THE FUCK CAN HE EXPECT ME TO GO THAT LONG AFTER DOING ALL OF THAT TO ME?? KNOWING HOW WELL HE EATS, LEAVING ME, KNOWING I WONT BE SATISFIED WITHOUT HI- 

You catch yourself shaking, partially in anger, partially in desperate need for release. You feel your pussy throbbing, clit swollen, begging for a very specific type of touch, but knowing that it is 2 weeks away. 

"Well that's fine, that's FUCKING FINE cause you know what?? He isn't getting any from me so I'm sure he's just as misera-, God dammit we still haven't had sex, he's only ate me out every time we've been together" 

FUCK

The new medicine coursing through my veins was in full affect. My eyes felt dilated, my skin felt moist and flush, and it felt like my nerve endings had been turned up to 11. Colors seemed more vivid and beautiful. The smell of the room was crisp, more pleasing and alluring, adding to the atmosphere. A dull glow of joy had spread all over my body, and I could feel what few inhibitions I had left being gently pushed aside. Such superficial civility was unimportant in the face of here and now. Everything I felt, everything I saw, everything I tasted and smelled felt like the meaning of life itself. Only this moment mattered.

I stood with my eyes bulging, taking in the site of Madison on her knees sucking my cock. I could feel every millimeter of my shaft as her tight lips made their way from almost touching my balls, back to the tip of my head. Pausing as if to drink in the sight herself, before starting with delicate tongue work as she eased my girth back into her mouth. The wetness and warmth sent my leg shaking as I eagerly drank in every sensation.

At the same time, I could feel every bit of Cathy’s nails running down my chest as she delicately grazed my nipples. Her hot breath on my neck as she caressed my upper body made my scalp tingle. She slowly worked her hands lower, touching my hips and thighs before running her hands back up, making sure to always come joyfully close to my cock and balls in time with Madison’s lips, driving me wild.  

I was almost paralyzed by the overwhelming joy and pleasure of the moment. Cathy was now pressing her body into mine, and I could feel the heat from her body as she slowly ground herself into me from behind. Her hands now almost desperately trying to feel as much of my body as intimately as possible. Standing on her tip toes, she started to kiss my neck. Her lips, tongue, and teeth feeling electric on my skin.

“Isn’t she amazing? Doesn’t her mouth feel incredible on that massive cock of yours Jeff?” Cathy whispered in my ear.

“Think about her tongue on your head, gulping up all the pre-cum you’re making for her. She wants your cum so bad Jeff. You should give it to her.” Cathy continued, like a real-life miniature devil on my shoulder telling me everything naughty I should do.

My eyes were like dinner plates as I was transfixed staring at Madison, feeling Cathy’s hands all over my body while listening to her whispers urging me on. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen, the first physical sign of an approaching orgasm. In my heightened state, I could feel the rush in my cock intimately. Tingling like little pops of pleasure shot up and down my body, reacting most especially to Cathy’s fingers and Madison’s lips.

“Nobody has a cock like you Jeff. Madison is the luckiest girl on the planet right now because she has you in her mouth.” Cathy whispered as she ran her tongue up my neck and bit my ear. “I want you to reward her by emptying your balls all over her face. Don’t you want to feel that release? Do it for me.”

As Cathy whispered, she used one hand to start to fondle my balls, adding another sensation to my already intoxicated bliss. Immediately my body reacted as a shiver ran up my legs and back. Cathy’s words ringing in my head as Madison continued her slow and deliberate blow job. Her lips glistening from the spit that now coated my shaft and a look of utter exhilaration was on her face. I felt my balls tighten and the point of no return hit like a truck.

I let out a long carnal moan, the ecstasy of the moment rolling onto me. If not for the two women intertwined with my body, I wouldn’t have stayed on my feet. Madison, feeling the stiffening of my cock and the tightening of my balls – along with my full body spasm – increased the pace of her sucking and tenacity of her tongue work for a few more moments, before pulling my cock out of her mouth and stroking my cum straight onto her face.

“Fucking ruin that gorgeous face Jeff” Cathy instructed as the first ropes of jizz splattered onto Madison’s face. The feeling of this orgasm, even compared to all those before on this insane day, was something I could barely handle. The volume of cum arching out of my dick was enormous, the ropes like long streams of viscous milky liquid that had no end in sight. Over and over I came as Cathy ran her hands all over my body and Madison used her tongue and hands to push me to the very maximum level of pleasure.

Madison seemed to be in heaven having my ejaculate covering her face. Some she swallowed with lustful thrill, some she smeared onto her bare chest, but most she just let fly and land where it was. Like me, she was in a world of heightened senses. The warmth and wetness of my jizz arousing her nerves like never before. The sight of Cathy – her boss! – enveloped all over my body and urging me on was likely the dirtiest thing Madison could possibly imagine. With her one free hand she started playing with herself, globs of cum sliding down her torso.

When my orgasm finally finished, I stood there trying to clear my head, drowning in an ocean of dopamine. I could still feel Madison’s hand and occasional tongue on my cock with Cathy still embracing me. After just a heartbeat, Cathy walked from behind me, heels still clicking on the floor, and took my hand as we headed towards the bed on the other side of the room.

“Towels are in the cabinet by the couch” I heard Cathy say to Madison as we walked by. I was still in a fog of bliss and was easily led by the hand. Cathy hopped up onto the bed and motioned for me to follow. Laying on her back she quickly lifted her hips and removed the black thong she had been wearing. Leaving only the garter belt and thigh-highs on, she opened her legs to reveal an immaculately shaved pussy and pulled me on top of her.

My hard cock was still dripping the last of the cum I had just emptied all over Madison as Cathy used her hands to guide my shaft up and down the lips of her pussy. I could feel how wet she was, how eager she was for the moment we were about to share. I could feel her lips running up and down the length of my shaft. The warmth riding higher and higher with each pass as Cathy worked the head of my cock closer to her entrance. Finally, as the bliss of this moment was starting to be over whelmed by the desire for the next moment, I felt Cathy flex her hips and slide the head my cock into her beautiful pussy.

Free of inhibition, I let my sex crazed brain take the lead and began fucking Cathy with slow strokes as I worked my cock all the way into her tight vag. Now that I got a proper look at her, she was spectacularly sexy. Her black lace pushup bra matched her black garter belt and thigh-high stockings perfectly. Her black heals were at my side with her legs raised to welcome me deep inside of her. Her eyes stared up at me with the same hungry expression I knew I had in my own. Like she didn’t want to blink and risk missing even a tenth of a second of this moment. Like her whole life had been one long build up for right now. For this expression of sexual energy.

What we were doing was nothing special, just missionary position on a bed between two consenting adults. But for both of us, it was like the universe was being turned inside out, every pleasure button in our brains was being pressed, and our bodies convulsed in unison as the joy and pleasure destroyed us. I somehow maintained rhythm and control as I gave Cathy the entirety of my now ridiculously huge cock. Leaning back to sit up right, I held Cathy’s legs and enjoyed the sight of my monster cock being devoured by her glorious pussy. The wetness making my shaft shiny in the room’s lights. Her lips spreading wide to take in my girth.

As I marveled at the feeling of fucking this gorgeous Doctor, I widened my hips to allow me to sink more of my hungry cock into Cathy’s ravenous pussy. The feeling was electric, and I could feel warm waves of pleasure rippling up my body. Cathy responded by opening her legs further, pulling me even deeper into her. Soon, bodily control left her from the onrush of an orgasm and I could hear the cracking of her toes as she started to clenched. I continued to fuck her with deep steady strokes but sped up to heighten her ecstasy. Cathy dug her nails into my hip as she gripped the bed sheet in her other hand, closing her eyes and craning her neck back impossibly far. Red flushed up into her face as a loud yell of climax burst from her mouth. It seemed like she was releasing a decade of pent-up frustration, desire, and sexual vigor all at once. Quickly jumping from animalistic grunts of pleasure, yells of release, and whimpers of happiness.

As the orgasm washed through her, she collapsed from her rigid state, gulping breaths of air. Her eyes were wide and drank in the room around her. And me above her. I slowed my pace and let her enjoy the slow trailing off of her orgasm as I softly played with her perfect tits and eased my cock in and out of her. My own hedonistic search for physical pleasure was momentarily satisfied as I reveled in the orgasm I had just given this stunning woman.

I felt Cathy starting to get back into it, lifting her legs up and giving my hip an encouraging tug with her hand. But instead of following the cue, I took charge again and flipped Cathy over. I then grabbed Cathy by the hips and gently tugged to communicate for her to sit up for doggy style. Without even a moment of hesitation – almost as if she was waiting for the signal – Cathy dexterously brought her legs underneath her, laid her chest and head on the mattress and curved her back like an Olympic gymnast. Her plump ass was now staring me in the face, her soaking wet pussy all but calling for my dick.

I slid inside of her, the welcoming warmth enveloping me again in raptured joy. I took one hand and undid Cathy’s bra and threw it aside. With both hands gripping Cathy’s hips, I wasted no time. Within moments the sound of my balls slapping her as I fucked with nearly all the speed I could muster filled the room. Cathy’s moans became louder, as she lifted onto her elbows. A soft burning of intensity started to fill my body, like I was pushing into new levels of sexual desire. I hungrily welcomed it, pushing further for more.

I moved both of my hands up onto Cathy’s sides, lifted one of my legs so my foot was flat on the mattress, keeping the other down to stay on one knee. With this leverage, I pushed Cathy’s face back into the mattress and started fucking her needy pussy harder, deeper, and faster than before. Cathy responded by all but melting into the mattress, a puddle of pure elation. The sound of my slapping balls now with a wet smack, as Cathy’s pussy juices cascaded down my shaft. Nothing but carnal moans muffled by the mattress could be heard, barely audible over my own grunts and the sound of me slamming her cunt.

Quickly I felt the coming of another orgasm. In the last moments, I grabbed Cathy’s hair, pulled enough for her to lift her head, and helped her into a nearly upright position. With one arm I felt Cathy’s incredible tits, and the other I played with her clit as I used all of my hip flexibility to maintain a lighting fast stroke. Urging her body to join mine in full release of the burden we were both carrying.

Just as I was using the last few heartbeats before climax to fuck Cathy, her body tensed in my arms, her breath caught, and her mouth opened in the silent scream of climax. I only had a moment to enjoy the feeling of her full body orgasm while holding her in my arms, before having to let go and move her back to a prone position.

But this time it was so I could enjoy my own orgasm. I emptied my balls of yet another monster cumshot all over Cathy’s back, doing my best to not get it in her hair. As Cathy was recovering – her heaving breaths lowering and raising her back – I covered her with cum in a way that seemed almost grotesque. The sensation of the shear volume of fluid erupting out my dick was other worldly. The muscles that usually pump cum out of me in a slow rhythmic action were instead firing like machine guns. Even in my fugue state of hedonistic pleasure seeking this stood out as deeply unnatural.

When it finally stopped – or more accurately, finally slowed down to a constant drool – Madison appeared. She was completely naked and cleaned up from before. Based on how quickly she appeared after I stopped, she must have been waiting for Cathy and I to finish up. She dropped a load of towels on the bed next to Cathy, and then grabbed my hand and dragged me to the large area rug a few steps away from the bed.

“I… I need a minute. I’m thirsty” I said as Madison carefully helped me onto the floor. She sat down next to me, level with my chest and began to lightly stroke my still hard-as-steel cock. A non-trivial amount of cum was still leaking out of me, if it had ever stopped since earlier this night. Madison leaned in and kissed me passionately, as I played with her gigantic tits.

“Aww, are you sure you can’t handle one more? It looks like you want to? Don’t you want to fuck that pussy again, Jeff?” She said in a playful tone, clearly trying to stoke the fires further. In response I grabbed her by the hips and swung her pussy straight onto my face. I was so tired from a nearly constant marathon of sex tonight, but I wanted – no needed! – her pussy in my mouth in that moment.

I felt Madison’s body respond as she lowered her self into my face, my tongue and lips all over her clit, labia, and inner lips. My penis lay untouched as Madison let the pleasure I was delivering take over. My cock still thrumming with the constant pulse of pleasure that was echoing through my body as I tasted Madison’s pussy juices. Every few moments my body would reflexively clench, and a pulse of pre-cum would ooze out the tip of my cock and down my shaft. I could feel the warm liquid pooling on my balls, most likely making a mess. I did not care about anything but pleasing Madison’s pussy, in this moment. I placed both of my hands on the back of Madison’s ass, pushing her further into my face, desperate to make her cum as hard as I have tonight. Feeling her own tits, Madison started to grind in rhythm as she approached climax.

Suddenly, I felt a new weight on my thighs as the unmistakable sensation of a warm, wet pussy slid down my cock. Cathy had returned for more.

The combined sensation of Madison’s glorious pussy smothering my face, a handful of Madison’s curvaceous ass, and Cathy performing a porn star worthy cowgirl humping was too much. My brain shuttered and everything around me started to become surreal.

After a few moments Madison’s orgasm sent her to the floor clearing my vision to see Cathy fucking me like no one had before. Her glorious boobs pushed up by her crossed arms as she planted her palms on my chest for leverage. Her gorgeous ass rising and falling as she flexed her hips to work her pussy up and down my cock. Grinding the head of my penis into her G-Spot with each stroke.

Suddenly, my vision narrowed and I could only see what was directly in front of me. At the same time my hearing went out and everything sounded like I was underwater. All I could hear was the slop of Cathy’s pussy and my own ragged breathing. My heart beat grew louder and louder until it was the only thing I could clearly hear. My brain became mush and I could only focus on the feeling of my dick inside of Cathy. Madison’s soft whimpers as she finished cumming next to my head were barely a distraction.

I could feel another orgasm coming, but this one was different. I felt the muscles in my genitals suddenly contract like a vice had clamped down on them. It felt as if someone had reached inside of me and squeezed with all their strength to force the muscles to contract. A part of my brain instinctively recognized that this should be painful, but in my euphoric state it was just another crashing wave of pleasure that exploded through my body. My legs and torso stiffened; my eyes widened like I was in a trance as my mouth hung open. Without thought, my hands immediately found their way to Cathy’s hips, urging her to go harder and faster. She happily obliged.

I had to resist. I couldn’t let this go. Everything in me was screaming to hold on, to not let this final release happen. It would be too much, too powerful. My sex drunk brain was afraid of being overwhelmed, yet couldn’t stop from recklessly driving forward.

I started to gurgle and mumble, trying to warn those around me of my fear. “No… no…” I said in little more than a whisper. “No. No. NO. I CAN’T !” I said louder, though it was unlikely my words made much sense, or that the two women next to me were coherent enough to hear it.

As the point of no return hit, the muscles in my body somehow contracted even further, giving one last final effort to resist the unresistable. I felt like the muscles would tear themselves in half, yet I dared not to release; so strong was my instinctual fear of what was to come.

I could feel Cathy’s nails claw into my chest as my muscles released and the orgasm to end all orgasms rolled over me. My vision narrowed to a pinpoint and a heartbeat later I blacked out.

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I woke up cuddled under a thick blanket with arms wrapped about me. I could hear soft whispers around me, but felt no need to open my eyes to see where I was or who I was with. My cheeks were wet with tears that I didn’t recall shedding, yet small sobs still intermittently shook my body. My fingers and toes felt like icicles and I shivered from a deep full body chill. The warmth of the blanket and the person I was cuddled with felt incredible. I felt safe in the embrace. Taken care of. My mind immediately moved past any sense of worry as I cozied up into the bosom I was using as a pillow. My penis lay flaccid and docile between my legs.

“Looks like he’s starting to stir. I figured after the crying stopped he would start coming around.” A voice said, the rumble I felt through the chest I was using as a pillow identified this body as the speaker.

“Still feels ice cold to me.” I heard another voice say, as 3^(rd) arm snaked around my chest from behind. Another set of breasts pressing into my back as a body shaped itself to spoon me from behind.

“Scared the hell out of me when he passed out at the exact moment he started to cum. Wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m just glad he didn’t shit himself. I knew pushing him to the edge was going to untether everything, I’m glad it was cathartic tears and not… you know.”

“That would have really put a damper on things.”

“Exactly.”

The two voices stopped talking as one hand slowly stroked my hair and someone kissed my forehead. The arms from behind me squeezed a little tighter, and I felt like I was floating through clouds with the arms of heaven itself holding me safe.

“Do you think this experimental medicine can be developed to avoid what happened, or is this the end of the research program?”

“Research program? What about my job! I just fucked a research subject on school property. What on earth was I thinking…”

“You seemed to enjoy it enormously…”

A long sigh escaped the lips of the woman I was holding. I slowly moved my hands from held in my chest – desperate for warmth – and instead embraced the body I was resting my head on.

After a long pause where only the tender movement of fingers on skin and the slow breathing could be heard, the voice said

“….Did… did I really say ‘empty your balls all over her face’ …?”

Both voices broke out in laughter, the gentle shaking feeling comforting as I slipped off towards sleep.

“You were in your element. I was shocked you had it in you, to be honest.”

“Ugh, I gotta get a divorce.”

In the opulent Hotel Ecstasy Suite in the heart of the city, a rendezvous unfolds for three alluring individuals - Mr. Grey, Eva, and Lily.

As their passion intensified, Mr. Grey's eyes closed momentarily as Eva expertly led Lily to his waiting member. Eva began by softly licking the sensitive base and shaft, eliciting a moan from Mr. Grey as he opened his eyes once more. She then expertly lapped up the precum that beaded along its length.

Lily took her cue from Eva's movements, gently exploring every inch of him with her mouth. The taste and texture were exquisite; she could feel their desire shared between them.

Mr. Grey groaned as they continued to worship his member, the sound reverberating through the intimate space. He couldn't contain his arousal any longer, gripping the headboard for support as he began to thrust into Lily's mouth.

Eva and Lily maintained their synchronized rhythm, taking turns licking, sucking, and teasing him with their expert oral skills. Their shared passion fueled his ecstasy, culminating in a climax that left them all breathless.

As Mr. Grey's passion subsided, he turned his attention to the two beautiful ladies before him. He began by caressing Eva's breast, teasing her nipple with a deft flick of his tongue. Her hands expertly guiding his cock into her wet hole.

Slowly but surely, he moved down to Lily's lap, taking her shaved pussy in his mouth. The first sign of pleasure was when she felt him licking the delicate inner part of her lips.

Lily couldn't hold back any longer, her hips starting to thrust upwards as Mr. Grey continued to worship her little slit with his mouth. The arousal grew stronger, building towards an impending climax, as she wet his face and the bed.

Eva, still entranced by the sight of their shared pleasure and sensation, began to moan softly in response to Lily's growing ecstasy. As she feverishly rubbed her pussy in the corner.

As they reached a crescendo, both women felt an overwhelming rush of orgasmic release. They rode on the crest of their pleasure, their bodies entwined with Mr. Grey's as he guided them through these intimate moments of bliss.

Merry christmas all - hope you all enjoy :-)

All characters 18+

--------------------Aidan's POV----------------------

My hands trembled as the cold seeped through my body.  I looked at my phone, it feeling warm in my hand. Despite it being mid-day, the sky was dark, black clouds blocking what little sun there was as I looked out my windscreen. I had been driving back from my parents when my engine light had come on my dashboard, the power cutting from my car. I had managed to steer into a layby and call a tow truck, but for the next few hours I was stuck alone in the cold.

Sighing, I unbuckled my belt and lay my car seat back, turning and climbing over the scratchy seats. I reached the back seat, fighting through the piles of old hoodies and my gym bag, making it to the boot. I reached through the gap above the seats and began awkwardly dragging out a small plastic box to the front seats, opening it. My dad had insisted last year to make me a survival kit to put in my car in case anything like this did happen. I had fought with him about it. I don’t know why I was so against having it, but I only gave in to get some peace. I was glad now he had won, though hoping I wouldn’t have to tell him about it.

I pulled out a warm blanket, a few bars of chocolate and some water from the box, leaving the flashlight and candles there. As I unfurled the blanket a small card fell out. I picked it up, flipping it over and opening it. Inside was a picture of my family, a message on the back from my dad about how he hopes I never have to use it.

I looked at the picture, seeing the three of us, my mum and dad flanking me at the beach. The picture was a few years old now, from a family holiday when we had rented a villa in Portugal. I was younger then, smiling, my pale skin slightly sunburnt, and my freckles exploding over my face from the sun. I looked at my skinny frame as my t-shirt hung off me, glad I started going to the gym and beefed up a bit since then.

I put the photo on the dashboard and lay back in my seat. My phone battery was low so I couldn’t browse the internet. I had no books or anything else. I had nothing else to do but wait. I wrapped the blanket around me like a cocoon, and lay back, closing my eyes. Hoping to at least get a nap in before the tow truck came.

I was woken about an hour later, the silence of the empty road broken, as I heard the screech of tyres. I jolted awake looking out into the snow sleepily. On the road I could see a red escort spinning out of control, heading off the road. Heading for me.

I panicked, sitting up and reaching for my seatbelt, fumbling, certain it was going to hit. My stomach lurched as I couldn’t quite get it in, before the satisfying click relieved my ears. I braced myself, ready for the collision, watching the bright headlights getting closer and closer.

At the last minute the car swerved, narrowly missing and spinning safely onto the edge of the railing. The car sat there for a few minutes before the door opened, and a tall figure clad in winter wear got out. They headed to the front of the car and check the tyre, before kicking it angrily. I watched fascinated, unsure what I should do and whether to get out and help. I had just started to get warm.  I didn’t know what I could do.

The stranger made the decision for me. They walked over to my car, the heavy footsteps echoing in the silent snow. I felt a bit nervous, all alone here, no one around for miles, this unknown figure approaching my broken-down car.

He reached me and bent down, his face in front of the glass of the passenger door. I had imagined a rough older guy, the kind you might see on the news when there’s a prison break. Instead, the face in front of me was handsome. Jet black hair, sharp jaw, 5 o’ clock shadow lining his face. I gulped and lowered my window.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. My eyes were focused on him, but the rest of me couldn’t help but imagine how that stubble might feel to touch, rubbing between my body.

The stranger nodded, “Yeah, something went wrong with the power steering, think Its dead – how about yours?”

“Yeah, dead to,” I shrugged, “it just stopped, engines lights on. I don’t know enough about cars to guess.”

“Shit,” he sighed, “guess we’re stuck here – have you called a tow?”

I nodded, “Yeah, they won’t be here for a couple of hours though. Do you want me to text him and tell him your cars broken down to?”

“Yeah that sounds great, thanks”. He stood their awkwardly for a few minutes, before continuing, the cold from outside seeping into my car through the open window. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a dick, but do you think I could join you while I wait, my heaters dead as well and I think my balls might freeze stuck in there.”

I hesitated, not sure who this stranger was, before deciding, “Sure, I’ve nothing to do for the next few hours, so better than being stuck alone”

I could see the relief on his face, “Thanks man, I’ll just get my bag.”

He jogged over to his car, opening the door and grabbing a small rucksack from the passenger side while I closed the window. I had a quick survey of my car, grabbing the stuff on the passenger floor and tossing it into the back, just in time for him to get in.

“Fuck it’s cold.” He shivered, taking off his gloves and holding his hands by the heater. “I’m Ryan.” he offered

“Aidan” I responded. I reached for one of the bars of chocolate my dad had left me, “Want some?”  I offered..

He grinned, “Shit yeah,” breaking off a piece of the bar, “I’ve got these to share as well.” pulling out a big bag of Doritos and putting them onto the dashboard.

“The red ones to,” I grinned, “Nice, I’m almost glad you crashed.”

Ryan laughed, “Too soon man, too soon.” As he opened the bag up ad put it onto the dashboard.

We spent the next half an hour talking about our lives. Ryan was 27, about the same age as me, told me he was an accountant trying to his girlfriends for Christmas. I told him how I was just coming back from my parents, and about my video game job.

Ryan was excited by the last bit, “Shit, no way – what games did you work on?”

I blushed, “Well, I’m only a troubleshooter, but I did some work for Larian.”

“That’s so cool – “his phone buzzed, and he reached to get it. “Sorry man, that’s probably my girlfriend. Have you any napkins or anything, got all this Dorito dust on my hand, don’t want to get it on my phone.”

I nodded, “Yeah sure, try the glovebox.” He started opening it before I realised, “Actually, no, no wait –“

It was too late, as a large thud filled the car. I kept a bottle of lube in there as well as some condoms from when my grindr date couldn’t host, both of which dropped out in front of him.

“Sorry – shit.” I scrambled to grab them back, but Ryan just put them back in the glovebox. “Fuck dude,” he laughed, “Lube and condoms in the car, classy move.’ He picked up the condom box before I could get there, shaking it, “Must be good with the ladies as well, it’s almost half empty.”

“Not quite.” I laughed awkwardly, grabbing the box and shutting it away.

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow.

I blushed, “I’m gay, so no ladies.”

Ryan laughed, “Oh cool man, cool. Guess it’s a lot easier to pick up guys than chicks then anyway”

I nodded, “Yeah, really easy’

“Really, well good for you man, anyway,” he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and opened his phone. The phone flashed bright as a picture of an attractive blonde woman appeared, topless, bar, pressing her boobs together.

“Shit,” he put the phone away, “sorry dude – we’ve been away from each other for a while, and she likes to surprise me.”

“It’s cool man, it’s cool, don’t worry.” I said, smiling at the embarrassed look on his face.

The phone vibrated again in his hand, as he opened it again.

“Shit.” he moaned, his hand absently rubbing his crotch before he caught himself, coughing, and going to put it away. He must have liked what he saw.

“You better answer, or she’ll be upset.” I teased

“Nah man,” he blushed, “she, well she wants a dick pic.”

I shrugged, struggling to hide excitement from my voice, “I’ll look away if you want, don’t leave her blueballed at Christmas.”

“I dunno.” He started.

I covered my eyes and turned away from him, “Mate, a dick pics not the worst thing that’s happened in this car this month – I promise I won’t peek”

He said nothing as I faced away from him. I wasn’t sure if I had pushed it too far, as silence filled the space.

I heard him sigh, then unzip and start to shift his weight. I kept focused on the wall, but the smell of musk and sweaty balls started to fill the car. I started to get hard, feeling ym dick swell in my jeans. I heard the camera snap.

His phone vibrated some more. She must have liked what he sent and had some nudes prepared, as message after message filled his phone.

“Damn,” I could hear him whisper with each one, forgetting I was there. I was hoping he was stroking forgetting about me, picturing it in my mind. The lovely image was disturbed.

Ryan gasped, “Wait, what the fuck!”

I felt the car lurch as he sat up. I could hear the clack of his fingers as he started typing. I sat there awkwardly, as messages were exchanged.

“Fuck” He shouted,” Fuck”. I heard him scramble upright, the snap as underwear was pulled back up.

“You okay,” I said without turning.

“Yeah. No, fuck” he shouted. I turned around, he looked dejected, his face angry, his boxers back up but a definite tent. Ryan turned his phone to me, showing me the screen. His girlfriend was splayed on all fours, being railed by a preppy looking guy. It wasn’t Ryan. She must have sent the wrong photo by mistake.

“Sorry dude” I started.

“Fucking bitch, fuck.” he muttered, putting the phone in his pocket. “Shit,” he shouted hitting the seat, the car shaking. We sat there silently, angry tension filling the car.

Ryan pulled out his phone again, scrolling through the images, not caring I was there. I couldn’t help but peak. There were several, some of her playing with herself, but as scrolled to the bottom I saw several with her and Ryan. I could see his lean form currently hidden by his coat. He was toned with thick dark chest hair on his pecs, and his dick looked a good size to.

 “Why the fuck would you cheat on that?” I thought to myself, him scrolling to another one of him getting a blowjob. He just sat staring at it, gripping his phone tight, his knuckles turning white.

He turned to me, “You take dick don’t you?”

I was taken off guard. “What”

Ryan’s voice was angry. “Do. You. Take Dick?”

I nodded.

He pulled out his, still hard. Still wet.

“You want this?” From his tone I wasn’t sure if it was a question or an order.

I nodded again, mouth dry.

He looked at me, his face angry. “Then flip over.”

“Are you su-?“

He growled “Fucking flip over”

Ryan opened the dashboard, grabbing the lube and condoms, slamming the door shut. I wasn’t sure whether I should be scared or turned on. But I was definetly turned on.

I lowered my seat and began pulling down my trousers, turning, leaving my ass exposed to him. I felt him move to my side of the car, pushing me forward to give himself more room as he angled behind me. The horn beeping as he knocked into the steering wheel. He didn’t even acknowledge it.

I felt his fingers spread my cheeks as his dick hovered near my hole, wet with lube. He started to push it in. There was no foreplay. No romance. This man wanted to use me. I was okay with that

I started moaning as he filled me.

“Shut up.” he growled at me again, taking a few minutes to get his full-length in, pushing me forward. He wasn’t rough entering me, but wasn’t gentle either. Fully in, I felt him adjust his stance behind me before he backed up, and started thrusting.

“Fuck, that feels goo-”, I started moaning as he got into his rhythm

“Don’t talk.” he said. Ryan grabbed the blanket, throwing it over the front half of me so only my ass was exposed, the rest hidden, roughly pushing me down to give himself a better angle.

I began to cover my mouth with my hands as I took him, the only noise in the car his grunts and the slap as he fucked me and my muffled moans. I should have been annoyed. Should have been angry he was treating me like this.

But fuck, it felt good, and each thrust was hitting my prostate just right, my dick twitching along with his rhythm.

He paused half a second, reaching beside him as I felt something hard land on my back, as I heard moans fill the car. I realised it was his phone, he had set it on my back and was playing something.

Ryan started thrusting harder now, angrily slapping into me.

“That’s it’ take my dick slut.”

I thought for a moment it was Ryan saying it, but I realised it wasn’t his voice. He was watching the video his girlfriend had sent him. He was watching someone else fuck her.

Ryan started to grunt angrily, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto him “Fuck, fuck it, fuck it.” I hadn’t been fucked that hard and angrily before. It was right on the edge of what I could take, I thought I might need to get him to stop.

But it felt so fucking good.

My dick was twitching, I was sure if I looked there would be a huge sticky trail leading from it to my car seat. My body felt on the edge. I knew I was going to cum soon.

That’s when Ryan made sure I did. I heard his voice, mimicking the video. “Yeah, you like my dick you little slut.”

I moaned my agreement. My dick unleashed my load onto my car seat and he relentlessly pounded me. Despite my hands I couldn’t hold back my moans, as they overshadowed the video.

“Yeah, that’s it – that’s fucking it, me and my dick made you cum right, right.”

I moaned my agreement.

“Yeah I fucking did, I fucking did, and now my fucking turn.” He started grunting, whatever words he was trying to say lost in the animalistic moment, as he came, thrusting the entire time, gripping me so tight I was sure it would leave marks.  

He pulled out of me, breathing heavy and sat down beside me without saying anything. The car stank of sex and sweat.  I flipped over slowly, sore, almost destroyed, just in time to see him snapping the filled condom off, dropping it into the empty Dorito packet.

Ryan looked at his phone again.

“Fuck, when’s this tow truck getting here?”

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Year End Appeal

"MR. SINCLAIR," Amy Park began, her voice even, though there was an unmistakable edge to it, "I'm here to ask why Genstar Capital has declined to participate in Larkin Street Youth Service’s year-end fundraising appeal. Your firm has been a generous donor for the last decade, and we were counting on your continued support."

It was the last place Amy Park wanted to be as the year came to a close — the grandiose offices of Troy Sinclair, Managing Director of Genstar Capital. But when the letter arrived last week, informing her that Genstar would no longer sponsor Larkin Street, and her frantic phone calls had failed, she knew she had to take matters into her own hands. As the newly elected Board President of Larkin Street, she understood that her best chance of persuading Genstar to reconsider was to meet with Sinclair in person and plead her case directly. But despite her outward confidence, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was in over her head. Genstar was one of the most well-funded private equity firms in the Valley, and while her husband, a tech startup CEO, had multiple dealings with firms like Genstar, she couldn’t help but feel out of place in this intimidating environment. That feeling of insignificance only deepened as her petite frame seemed to disappear into the oversized leather chair in front of Sinclair’s desk. Her skirt, which she now regretted was too short, rode up her thighs with every subtle movement, and she was acutely aware of the way the fabric stretched against her long, tanned legs. She shifted slightly, trying to pull it down, but the effort only seemed to make it worse.

Sinclair's gaze flickered briefly to her exposed skin before meeting her eyes. "Mrs. Park, I appreciate you coming in person, but as I explained on the phone, the mission of your organization no longer appeals to us."

At 70, age had softened Troy Sinclair’s once-imposing frame—his tall posture now slumped, his shoulders rounded, and a very noticeable paunch spilled over his belt. His thinning hair, grey and receding, gave him a worn, almost frail appearance. Though the physical signs of aging were clear, his presence still carried weight. His eyes, sharp and calculating, never left Amy, and his quiet authority filled the room, making it clear that despite his elderly appearance, he was a man accustomed to control.

Amy’s jaw tightened in response, “With all due respect, Mr. Sinclair, Larkin Street provides crucial support to at-risk youths. We're talking about kids who have nowhere else to turn - shelter, counseling, job training. Your funding has literally saved lives."

As a troubled teen herself in a past life, Amy understood the deep scars of abandonment and the painful search for belonging. Larkin Street’s mission resonated with her, as it offered a second chance—something she had fought for and found in her own life.

Sinclair shook his head, his gaze turning sharp, disapproval written all over his face.

"These youths you speak of, Mrs. Park," Sinclair began, his voice as dry and flat as the desert air. "They are a lost cause. They’ve grown soft, entitled. Every little thing offends them. They can’t handle a word of criticism, they completely crack under pressure. They’d rather complain than get their hands dirty and actually work for what matters.”

The old man leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing, his voice growing more measured.

"And their obsession with social media...don’t even get me started. Instead of putting in real effort, they waste hours curating their online personas, chasing likes and followers. They care more about how they look to the world than about how they improve themselves. Why should I support a generation that’s more interested in attention than in action? If they can’t learn to work for what they want, then why should I throw our money their way?"

Amy blinked, taken aback. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had read, of course, about Sinclair’s deeply conservative views but she had never expected him to be this harsh.

“Mr. Sinclair, I understand that you don’t have much faith in these kids. Yes, they make mistakes, and they’re not perfect. But writing them off like that?” She shook her head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I was one of those kids—angry, lost, and desperate for something real. It wasn’t social media that saved me; it was people who saw something in me when I couldn’t see it myself. Larkin Street does that for these kids.”

Sinclair's gaze became sharper, his expression turning more calculating. "The irony, Mrs. Park," he began, his voice steady but biting, "is that you’re no better than they are.” He let the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “I’ve seen what you post on your own social media. And I couldn’t help but notice the shameless photos—the way you flaunt your body by the pool, on the beach, or at the gym. All are carefully posed, all showcasing your body for the camera. It's hard to take you seriously when you're out there, presenting yourself for attention in the same way these children do. Only, it’s actually worse because you’re no child, are you Mrs. Park?"

Amy’s expression remained composed, though her eyes hardened. “Mr. Sinclair, my personal life is irrelevant to the work Larkin Street does. This isn’t about me, it’s about the kids we’re trying to help. You can’t penalize an entire organization for what I do in my personal time.”

She leaned forward, her voice firm. “These kids deserve a second chance, just like anyone else who’s ever made a mistake. Larkin Street offers them a chance to find a way out of the cycles they’re trapped in. You’ve seen the work we do, and you know the impact it has. Please don’t let personal judgments cloud that. Give them a second chance, the same way we all deserve one.”

Sinclair's jaw clenched as he leaned back in his chair, seemingly lost in deep thought.

"A second chance," he repeated, his voice low and deliberate. "You make an interesting argument, Mrs. Park. But I wonder... do you truly understand the gravity of what you're asking?"

He stood, circling the desk slowly. "This generation has done so much damage. The narcissism, the self-indulgence, the constant need for validation. It's poisoned our society, corrupted our youth."

The old man paused behind Amy's chair, his presence looming over her.

"Perhaps," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "a second chance could be arranged. But there would need to be... atonement. For the failures of your generation. And for your own indiscretions."

His hand came to rest on the back of Amy's chair, fingers barely brushing against her shoulder. "You would need to be punished, Mrs. Park so that you can truly understand the consequences of your actions. Only then could you hope to guide these children towards a better future."

Amy stiffened, a knot tightening in her stomach. She twisted in her chair to face Sinclair, her eyes wide with disbelief and indignation. Her heart pounded as she tried to process his words. Punishment? Atonement? A wave of unease washed over her.

"What did you just say?" she demanded, her voice tight with outrage. "I won’t stand for whatever you're suggesting. This conversation is done." She quickly reached for her bag, her hands shaking with barely contained anger. But Sinclair stepped in her way, blocking her path to the door.

“Don't be so hasty, Mrs. Park," he murmured. "I’m sure a million dollars would go a long way at Larkin Street, am I right?”

Amy froze, her breath momentarily stalling in her chest. A million dollars? The sum would dwarf any donation Larkin Street had ever received. Images flashed before her eyes - new computers for the tutoring center, hot meals for every child, a building expansion. The possibilities were dizzying.

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "A... a million?" she whispered, hating the tremor in her voice.

Sinclair's lips curved into a knowing smile. He leaned in closer, "That's right, Mrs. Park. Think of all the good you could do. All those young lives you could change."

Amy's pulse quickened, a war raging within her. The rational part of her mind screamed to leave, to run from this room and never look back. But another part, a part she couldn’t deny, knew the difference that money could make.

"What... what exactly would this 'punishment' entail?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

Sinclair's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he regarded Amy. His voice was smooth and measured, almost paternal in its calmness.

"When I was a boy," he began, his tone nostalgic, "the traditional method of disciplining children was a good, old-fashioned spanking. It was simple, effective, and left quite an impression."

"I believe in upholding those time-honored traditions," Sinclair continued, his gaze never leaving Amy's face. "A proper spanking, administered firmly but fairly, can be quite... transformative."

Amy stared at Sinclair in shock. While she had expected him to propose something outrageous, this was beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Are you out of your mind?" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with disbelief and disgust. "I will not degrade myself nor my organization for your money," Amy said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with fury.

"Oh, but won’t you?" Sinclair countered smoothly. "Unless you want to turn down a million dollars that could go towards helping those lost children you claim to care so much about."

His words were like knives, cutting into Amy's resolve and stabbing at her conscience. She wanted to scream and lash out at him, but she knew that walking away would be a betrayal to all the kids who depended on Larkin Street for survival. The idea of being spanked by this elderly man was undeniably creepy, bordering on perverse. Yet a small, calculating voice in her head whispered that it could be far worse - after all, it was just a spanking. For a million dollars, wasn't it worth enduring a few moments of discomfort and humiliation?

"I..." Amy's voice cracked. She swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "Ok. I'll do it."

Sinclair's lips curled into a satisfied smile. He moved with deliberate slowness back to his leather chair, the rich material creaking softly as he settled into it.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice low and hypnotic.

Amy's legs felt like lead as she forced herself to approach him. As she reached Sinclair, the old man he patted his thigh, the gesture both an invitation and demand.

"Lie across my lap," he instructed.

Amy hesitated for a moment before awkwardly positioning herself across his lap, acutely aware of how small and vulnerable she felt draped over his large form. His thick thighs were firm beneath her midsection, and she could feel the swell of his protruding belly pressing against her side. The expensive fabric of his tailored suit rustled softly as she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. Sinclair's large hand came to rest on the small of her back. "Now then," he murmured, voice thick with anticipation. "This is how we deal with bad, bad girls."

With a swift motion, Sinclair hiked up Amy's skirt, exposing her nearly bare bottom. The thin strip of her thong disappeared between her ass cheeks, leaving them completely uncovered.

"Wait! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!" Amy cried out, twisting to look back at him in shock and outrage.

Sinclair's lips curled into a smirk. "A true spanking must be on bare skin, my dear," he drawled. "And it seems you came perfectly dressed for this."

His large hand caressed the curve of her bottom, fingertips skimming over her soft flesh. Amy shivered involuntarily at his touch, goosebumps rising on her skin.

"Wait — this wasn’t part of the deal -" Amy started to protest, but her words caught in her throat as the first sharp crack of Sinclair's hand against Amy's bare flesh echoed through the room. She gasped at the sudden sting, her body jerking involuntarily. Another slap followed swiftly, then another. The rhythmic smacks filled the air, punctuated by Amy's startled cries. Sinclair's large palm covered nearly half of her bottom with each strike. The force of his blows sent shockwaves through her body, jiggling her soft flesh. Amy squirmed and writhed across his lap, but his other arm held her firmly in place. The pale flesh of Amy’s bottom quickly turned pink, then deepened to an angry red.

As the spanking continued, Amy felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal building within her. The heat radiating from her crimson bottom seemed to spread throughout her body, igniting a fire. Her breaths came out in short gasps as she struggled to control herself. The feeling of being utterly at Sinclair’s mercy, unable to escape his punishing hand, awoken something primal deep within. The pain blurred into pleasure, each slap sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Amy's hips began to shift unconsciously, seeking friction against Sinclair's lap. Her pussy throbbed and ached, desperate for attention. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as another firm slap landed, the sting only intensifying the heat pooling in her core. Shame and desire warred within her as Amy realized how wet she had become.

Sinclair inhaled deeply, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "I can smell your dripping cunt, Mrs. Park," he said, his voice husky. It was the unmistakable scent of Amy's arousal, sweet and musky, mixing with the earthy scent of her sweat and skin. “I believe this naughty girl needs a more... thorough inspection."

Amy gasped at his words but before she could react, the old man’s hand darted down between her legs and pulled her thong aside. Amy let out a surprised cry as his fingers dipped into her wetness, instantly finding her swollen clit. He rubbed it roughly, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her body. Then without warning, he plunged a thick finger deep into her cunt, eliciting a guttural moan from Amy's lips. He curled it inside her, stroking along her silken walls as Amy whimpered and squirmed on his lap. Her inner muscles clenched around his finger, drawing him deeper as if desperate to be filled.

"Wait! Wait! We didn’t agree to this…you can't— ah! - you can't do that!" Amy screamed, her words dissolving into a moan as the old man pumped his finger in and out, building a steady rhythm.

“Oh god, oh god, I'm married!" Amy protested breathlessly, "What would my husband think!"

Sinclair chuckled darkly. "I'm well aware of who your husband is,” he purred dangerously. “And the sort of... company he likes to keep." His voice dripped with insinuation. "Trust me, he's not thinking of you at all right now."

Confusion flickered across Amy's flushed face, but before she could process his words, Sinclair slid a second thick finger into her drenched heat. He began to pump them in and out rapidly, his fingers curling against her g-spot.

Amy wailed, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she chanted, as the old man’s fingers worked her mercilessly.

"You’re a very bad girl, Mrs. Park, a very bad girl." He resumed spanking her with his other hand, each strike punctuated by the lewd, wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. The dual assault - the sharp sting on her ass and the intense pleasure between her thighs - left Amy gasping and writhing.

"Ohhhh...oh god," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "Please Mr. Sinclair…please…I can’t take it any more…" Her breathy pants filled the air, punctuated by high-pitched whines of pleasure. "You're going to make me cum Mr. Sinclair, you’re going to make me cum…" Amy gasped, her hips bucking wildly against the old man’s hand.

"That's it, you filthy little slut," Sinclair growled, never letting up the relentless assault of his fingers. "Cum all over my fucking hand."

Amy let out an animalistic scream as wave after wave of earth-shattering pleasure crashed over her. Every nerve in her being was alive with sensation, as she writhed and bucked on his lap, completely lost in ecstasy. Her juices gushed out, coating the old man’s hand and soaking into the fabric of his expensive suit. Sinclair's fingers slipped from Amy's dripping folds as the last tremors of her climax subsided. She slumped against him, chest heaving as she gasped for air.

"My, my. What a dirty girl you are, Mrs. Park," the old man chided, his voice low and dangerous. "Look at the mess you've made. You ruined my suit." He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "I'm afraid this will require additional punishment."

Amy's eyes widened, pupils dilating with a mixture of fear and heightened tension. Her lips parted as she drew in a sharp breath, her chest still heaving from her intense climax. "WHAT! NO!" she pleaded, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

But Sinclair was already moving, his wrinkled hands gripping her waist and yanking Amy to her feet. She stumbled, legs wobbly, as the old man spun her around and bent her over his mahogany desk. Cool wood pressed against her flushed cheek.

"OH NO! Mr. Sinclair, please, please don't do this!—" Amy's objections were cut short by a gasp as Sinclair roughly hiked up her skirt, the fabric bunching around her waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her delicate lace thong, dragging the tiny scrap of fabric down her trembling thighs.

Cool air kissed her exposed flesh as the old man pushed her legs apart, revealing her glistening sex. Her pink folds were swollen and dripping, a stream of her juices traced a path down her inner thigh. Sinclair towered over Amy's petite form, his imposing six-foot-plus frame dwarfing her delicate, bent body. With smooth confidence, he unfastened his belt and let his trousers fall. Despite his old age, wrinkled skin, and bulging stomach, Sinclair's manhood stood proudly erect.

Amy felt the blunt pressure of his impressive girth pressing against her cunt. She squeezed her eyes shut, breath catching as he slowly sank into her warm wetness.

"Oh Mr. Sinclair, please, please stop…how can I ever face my husband…" she gasped. "Oh my god, you’re so big! You're so big!!!!"

Amy's mind whirled in a dizzying spiral of conflicting sensations. Every logical part of her brain screamed that this was wrong - Sinclair was old enough to be her father, his sagging jowls and liver-spotted hands a stark reminder of the vast difference in their ages. And yet her traitorous body sang with pleasure as he filled her completely, stretching her in ways she'd never experienced before.

"Remember Mrs. Park," the old man growled, his hips snapping forward, ”This is for your own good.”

With a deep groan, Sinclair began thrusting powerfully into Amy's slick heat. His hips slapped against her rounded backside with each punishing stroke, sending shockwaves through her petite frame. Amy's mind reeled as Sinclair's hips snapped against her with surprising force for a man his age. Waves of guilt crashed over her as Amy realized just how much more satisfying the old man’s cock felt compared to her husband’s. Sinclair’s member was easily twice the size of her husband in both length and width. With each powerful thrust, he reached depths inside her that had never been touched before.

The old man’s hands snaked around Amy's trembling body, ripping open her blouse and palming her heaving breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, using his grip to pull her back onto his thrusting shaft. Amy whimpered as Sinclair's calloused fingertips found her hardened nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the mahogany desk. The wood creaked and groaned in protest with each powerful thrust.

Sinclair's free hand fumbled along the edge of the desk, his fingers searching blindly as he maintained his punishing rhythm. Amy heard the soft click of a button, followed by a faint electronic hum, and the large mounted screen on the far wall flickered to life. The camera atop the screen whirred as it activated, its small red light blinking ominously.

The lens captured Amy's slender form, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her blouse hanging open to reveal her breasts that bounced obscenely with each punishing thrust. Her face contorted in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent cry as the old man drove into her mercilessly from behind. But Sinclair's imposing height worked to his own advantage - the camera's field of view cut off just below his shoulders, leaving his face out of view.

Amy's eyes widened as she caught sight of herself on the large screen.

"Oh my god," she moaned, unable to tear her eyes from the obscene image. She looked every bit the wanton whore, eagerly taking Sinclair's cock as he used her for his pleasure. The realization of how debauched she appeared only heightened her arousal, and she felt herself growing impossibly wetter. Sinclair chuckled as he noted her reaction to the camera.

"You like what you see, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I bet everyone else will like it too."

Before Amy could understand what he meant, Sinclair's commanding voice rang out. "Activate livestream, program name PunishHer."

The monitor flickered briefly, and then a small notification appeared in the corner: "Broadcasting live." Numbers in the bottom right began to tick upward rapidly - 100, 500, 1,000 viewers and climbing. Amy's heart raced as she realized Sinclair had voice-activated a live broadcast of her complete and utter debauchment.

"You can't... oh god... you can't do this," Amy protested weakly between ragged breaths. But her eyes remained fixed on the screen, watching herself get thoroughly ravished.

"Just think how popular you'll be on social media now," Sinclair purred, his thrusts growing more forceful.

Amy's mind reeled as the screen began filling with lewd messages from viewers. She tried to look away, but found herself transfixed by the crude comments scrolling past:

"I'm jerking so hard to that slut’s moans!"

"Listen to how wet she is. I want to stick my throbbing cock into that sloppy pussy!"

“What I wouldn’t give to wreck that ass and cum all over her face!”

Amy's cheeks burned with shame as the vulgar messages continued to pour in. Her stomach churned with a mixture of horror and humiliation. Yet even as embarrassment washed over her, Amy felt an undeniable surge of arousal coursing through her body. Her nipples tightened painfully, and she clenched involuntarily around Sinclair's thick shaft. The knowledge that countless strangers were witnessing her debasement, drinking in every moan and whimper, sent jolts of forbidden pleasure straight to her core.

"They love you," Sinclair growled, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. "Show them how much you need this cock, you greedy little slut."

Amy bit her lip, trying to stifle the animalistic sounds threatening to escape. But as Sinclair's relentless pace continued, her grunts and pants resembled the cries of a wild animal in heat. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, causing her to arch and writhe like a creature possessed. Amy's trembling fingers moved as if with a will of their own, snaking between her quivering thighs to find her aching center. Her fingertips brushed against her swollen, hypersensitive clit, sending jolts of pleasure arcing through her body. She circled the engorged nub with frantic, desperate strokes, her fingers slick with her own juices.

The dual sensations of Sinclair's relentless thrusts and her own frenzied touch quickly overwhelmed her. Amy's hips bucked wildly, grinding against her hand as she rubbed her clit with abandon.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit…" Amy's cries grew higher and more desperate. Her body quaked as the pressure built to a fever pitch.

Amy's eyes suddenly flew open as she felt Sinclair's cock swell and pulse inside her. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged against her neck. She could sense the tension coiling in his body, the trembling in his thighs as he approached his own climax. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside Amy's quivering depths. His cock pulsed powerfully as he erupted, flooding her with wave after wave of his hot seed.

It was the final spark Amy needed. Her body seized, every muscle clenching as pleasure exploded outward from her core. A barbaric cry tore from her throat as a rush of euphoria crashed over her, each wave more intense than the last.

"OH GOD MR. SINCLAIR! OH MY FUCKING GOD, I’M CUMMING AGAIN! I CAN’T STOP!!! OH GOD I’M CUMMING!!!" she screamed. Her inner walls clenched and spasmed rhythmically around Sinclair's throbbing member, milking him of every last drop.

Amy's body trembled uncontrollably as the intense waves of pleasure gradually subsided, leaving her limp and gasping for breath. With a low groan, Sinclair began to withdraw his cock from Amy's pulsing depths. There was a wet, obscene popping sound as his still-engorged shaft slipped free —the sudden emptiness made Amy whimper, her inner muscles fluttering around nothing. A stream of her juices and his cum leaked from her well-used opening, trailing down the curve of her ass and down her thigh.

Sinclair reached over to the laptop on the desk, his fingers tapping a few keys to end the livestream. The red recording light blinked off. He turned back to Amy, a satisfied smirk playing across his lips.

"That was quite the performance, Mrs. Park," he purred. "I think I'll keep a copy of this little escapade for my personal collection. You're not the first naughty girl I've had to... discipline."

Amy felt a chill run down her spine at his words, suddenly very aware of her nakedness and vulnerability. She watched as Sinclair casually adjusted his clothing, looking every bit the composed businessman once more.

"Get dressed," Sinclair ordered brusquely. "Larkin Street will have the funds wired within the hour. One million dollars, as agreed."

As Amy shakily gathered her clothes, her mind raced. How would she explain this windfall to the Board? They'd be thrilled at first, no doubt. But next year... next year they'd expect even more.

She cast one last glance at Sinclair as she left his office. His predatory gaze followed her, and she knew with sickening certainty that this wouldn't be the last time she'd find herself at his mercy.

We’re at your house and your friend Adam comes over to watch a movie with us. I’m wearing a low cut shirt that when I bend over you can see down. I wouldn’t normally wear something this low cut but you specifically picked out this top so that my tits would be front and center. You want to make sure they are on display so that your friend stares and also to make me uncomfortable.

Before our company came over you told me when you make a number 1 with your finger I am to bend over. No matter where I am or what I’m doing. You have me bending over a lot, usually in front of Adam. I run out of creative ways to need to bend over pretty quickly but you keep having me do it. I look absolutely ridiculous and you’re clearly getting off on it. I don’t mind though because If daddy is enjoying it, I am enjoying it.

You and I are handsy. Quick grab of my tits. I run my fingers over your cock on top of jeans. Kissing. You pull my hair back, slap my ass, pinch me. This is happening over the course of the evening not all at the same time and every time you touch me Daddy I get a little more worked up and my pussy gets wet. If this keeps up I’ll need new panties soon.

Adam tries to watch without being obvious but you and I know he’s watching. We play it up for him to turn him on. You start casually using my names in front of him starting with kitten. You then get more bold.

“Get us drinks, slut.” I immediately get up and follow your orders.

Adam looks at you, unsure of what he heard.

As you’re sitting there waiting on me, your dick is getting hard. You are proud to show me off and the fact that I jumped up to complete your command so quickly in front of company was a little shocking and turned you on more than you expected. What an obedient pet you have trained, Daddy.

I return with your drinks and settle on the couch, my body is pressed closely to yours. Adam is in a chair directly across from us. We’re supposed to be watching a movie but you aren’t interested and frankly neither am I. You move my shirt out of the way so you can pinch my tits. My shirt is still on, but my bra and chest are exposed. I’m grabbing your crotch very obviously and trying so hard not to grind my pussy on the couch. It’s a bit awkward since he’s right there but we are both getting hotter knowing we’re being watched. You pull my hair back to expose my neck, I’m staring directly at Adam and he’s staring at me. You quickly bite down enough to make me draw in a breath and moan. The eye contact is so hot, Daddy. He’s still staring at me and I’m gently moaning as you keep placing little bites on my neck. The entire time I’m moaning I keep my eyes locked with his.

He is very much ok with what’s happening. His eyes haven’t left me in a while now and he has a slight smile on his face.

Daddy asks him if he wants to watch as his little whore sucks cock. You’ve dropped all subtleties and are now referring to me with our special names.

His eyes get big when he hears you call me a whore but he nods yes.

“Whore, do your job for your Daddy.”

I quickly drop to my knees and unzip you. You tell Adam that I’m a very good girl and about how much I love sucking your cock.

“Watch how eager she is to blow me. She’s always so desperate to have her mouth on me like a little filthy bitch that I just have to look at her and she’s begging to suck my cock.”

The outline of his hard cock is plainly visible through his clothes. There’s no question now about what will happen tonight. Daddy is going to make me be a cumslut for his friend.

I am slow and deliberate with your cock and making sure Adam is watching as I suck the head gently. I am using my hand to stroke you while my mouth follows. My tongue makes circles underneath and I open wide to take all of you in my mouth.

You want to show Adam that I’m your pet, fully obedient, and will do anything you say.

“Stop sucking my cock right now. Go unzip Adam’s jeans. Now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I do as I’m told.

This exposes his cock and he’s definitely into the show.

“Slut, crawl back over here on your hands and knees to Daddy’s cock. Open your fucking mouth.”

I crawl to you like an animal. On all fours and looking like a desperate little whore.

You hold my head steady as you start fucking my mouth. I’m gagging but that doesn’t stop you from speeding up. I choke on your big cock, my face is covered in drool and my eyes are pleading for you to slow down. You don’t care, your cock is hitting the back of my throat and pushing down faster. I’m your toy and I’m being used as such. Our audience of one is hard and jerking off.

Adam watches, probably a little jealous that you have an obedient slut to order around and a lot jealous that you’re now fucking my throat.

You ask me if I’m having a good time and stop long enough to let me answer.

“Yes daddy, thank you for fucking my whore mouth.”

Adam looks at you and back to me.

Before you put your cock back in my mouth you have me get naked from waist down. You sit and tell me to get on my hands and knees with my ass facing Adam.

“Good girl. Now tell my friend what you are, bitch.”

“I am daddy’s filthy little whore. He uses me whenever he needs to fill a stupid slut with cum.”

He’s now watching my ass as I suck your big cock. I make sure to sway left and right, arch my back, ass in the air, rocking front to back while I take your cock in my mouth. My hips are accentuated by this angle and you see him staring.

“Adam, you can grab her hips. She likes to be manhandled and made to be a slut.”

You look at me sucking your cock.

“Good girl. Now stop and ask him to fuck your ass.”

“Please fuck my ass while I suck my daddy’s cock.”

“Kitten, you need to take his cock in your mouth before he fucks you. Make it wet and sloppy for him. Be a good whore.”

I do as I’m told. You’re pushing the back of my head into Adam so I’m deep throating him and choking. His cock is covered in spit and so big.

He moves and kneels behind me. I look up at you for reassurance and you shake your head yes. You shove your fingers into my mouth and then your cock.

“Do not cum in her ass. Shoot on her back. She’s my slut not yours.”

I’m thankful my daddy said that and I relax some.

Adam starts rubbing his cock on my ass and lubing me up with spit and precum. He pushes in slowly and I lean back into him. It takes a bit for the three of us to find our rhythm but we do. You are being gentle as you fuck my mouth making sure I’m not overwhelmed. He is holding my hips so hard as he fucks me. Fingertips pressing into my skin are hurting me but I won’t complain. I need to be a good girl tonight.

“Do you like fucking my sweet whore? Tell her.”

Adam says, “I love fucking you, whore. Your tight ass and mouth are perfect. I’m going to cum.”

We have been teasing him all evening but he can’t cum yet. Daddy hasn’t had his turn with my ass.

I’m stuffed full of cock and want to cum, too. You can tell by my breathing that I’m close to orgasm but you tell me no, I can’t cum.

“It’s daddy’s turn to fuck your ass until you can’t walk.”

Adam pulls out and you get behind me. You grab a handful of hair and push your cock deep inside me.

“Daddy, fuck me harder make it hurt. I want to hurt, daddy. You have the best cock I’ve ever had daddy. Please fill me with your cum.”

Adam is in front of me jerking off and watching me beg for you.

“Open your mouth, slut. He is going to cum all over you.”

My mouth opens, tongue out. He’s started calling me names now.

“Cunt. Dirty slut. Boring fucktoy.”

You’re fucking my ass so deep and fast. When you hear him call me names you can’t stop yourself from exploding. You pull my hips back as you push into me over and over. I’m full of your hot cum, daddy.

Adam is next. It’s his turn to shove fingers in my mouth. He’s holding my mouth open as he cums all over my face.

I want to cum next but you shake your head at me and tell me no again.

“Only good sluts get to cum.”

Then you throw a towel at me.

“Clean yourself off, kitten.”

Part two

Sophia dashed into the en-suite, “shit” she hissed, mopping up cum from between her legs. Running back she pulled on a pair of joggers from her dresser and then her top from earlier. Dishevelled and still glistening from the sex, she then turned to Toby, who sat awkwardly on the edge of her bed, erection looking more and more disappointed.

“Oh,” biting her lip, “I’m so sorry… I’ll be right back!” Her hand apologetically held out towards him as she scampered out.

Toby rubbed his eyes, light headed he looked about him. His clothes were scattered around her room. He couldn’t quite believe he was here, let alone believe what had just happened. His mind raced. He suddenly noticed that the curtains were still open, they’d forgotten to close them. There were a few windows across the street who would have had a very good showing of the two of them going at it. He got up and closed them. Bloody hell he thought.

“No Sophie!” Bella shouted. “Leave me, fuck sake go back to getting laid!”

“But… look at the state of you! What the fuck happened?”

“That,” she paused to inhale before shouting. “CUNT!”

“Wha…”

“Soph she was there!” She cried. “He didn’t answer his fucking door his roommate did. Why?” She seemed to take a swig of something. “Because… he was too busy ploughing that whore bitch that’s fucking why!”

“Jesus Christ… what?!”

“I’m so…” another swig. “Fucking done with that fucking… cock womble!”another swig. “Wait no.. that fucking cheating cunt of…”

Toby quickly started dressing himself. This was crazy he thought. A little distracted he forgot how wet his crotch was when he pulled on his pants. “Shit” he muttered.

“Fucking Wanker!” Sophia cried. “Oh Bella…”

“Fucking massive wanker!”

“How much have you drunk?”

“Not enough,” she took another swig. “Go back Soph, get yourself laid. How the fuck did that” she hiccuped. “Happen anyway?”

“Err…”

Toby stood awkwardly, wondering if he should leave the room and interrupt or not, he assumed that his and Sophia’s ‘moment’ was over. Sophia being so distracted plus the fact their fuck was so sudden, so spur of the moment that he didn’t know if Sophia had started to regret it already.

“I’ve fucked it…” another hiccup, “up haven’t I? Oh I’m sorry Sophie!”

“No, don’t… I’ll sort it out… I…”

Bella’s eyes turned towards the door.

Sophia span round to see him standing sheepishly in the doorway. Jumper in one hand trainers in the other. “I errr…” his faced flushed.

Bella was slumped against the counter, a red wine bottle wrapped in a Sainsbury’s bag looked as though it had been waved around a lot as its owner raged on. Sophia stood in front of her, just as disheveled as her friend, staring at him awkwardly trying to figure out what to say.

“It’s ok… I’ll leave you two to it.” He said.

“Wait!” Sophia gasped, “no uh stay, um, just…”

“You know,” Bella hiccuped. “When I asked you to keep her company this was exactly what I had in mind!” She burped. “Well done handsome, here.”

“No I er…” Toby turned down the bottle she offered him. “I’m ok thanks.”

“I’m Bella, what’s your name?”

“Toby…”

“Nice to meet you Toby.” She smirked at him playfully. “Did you guys even swap names before you started tearing each others pants off? This is my friend Sophie.”

“Fuck sake Bella.” Sophie laughed nervously.

“So are you two going to get back at it? I can slink away again if you like?”

“Um…”

“I mean…” Toby scratched a non existent itch. Yes. Yes was the answer he wanted to say and hear in reply. He was still pretty hard, his hormones were aching to keep fucking and have another much needed release.

“Do you um, need to be anywhere Toby?” Sophia asked, stroking her hair nervously.

“No I errr…”

“Good,” Bella said. She came up to him, took his shoes and dropped them to the ground. Then she took his jumper and threw it on the counter. She winked at him before dragging him over to the throw covered sofa in the adjacent living space. Plonking him down she, still holding her wine bottle, took a swig before placing it on the coffee table in front of him. “Drink?”

“I um, could do with some water actually.”

“Ha! dehydrated after fucking Sophie’s brains out!” She pushed Sophie into the living room before filing a large glass of water. “I assume you’re in need of hydrating too, you love birds can share.”

Sophie sat down on Toby’s right, biting her lip shyly she continued to glow. Warmth still radiated off her, so did the delicious scents, vanilla now mixed with must and sweetness.

Toby took a good gulp of the water Bella handed him. “Damn, you too stink of sex.” He choked. “So… considering I’m now once again single, can I join in or would you like to go at it by yourselves.”

The water almost came out his nose.

“Um…” Sophie twirled her hair awkwardly. “It’s up to you Toby… if you’d like…”

Fuck, he thought. Trying to compose himself. His now full erection jumped at the idea. This couldn’t be happening. No, he must be dreaming. Or hallucinating. Fuck!

Sophie looked up at him sweetly, eyes tender in their gaze. Turning to Bella her head tilted eagerly awaiting his answer. Both girls nipples poked hard through their tops.

“Uh…”

But wait, what if this was a test? What if he said yes and Sophie immediately got creeped out, not wanting to be with a guy who willingly slept with her friend. Maybe she actually liked him and was testing him to be her boyfriend or something. Fuck.

“It’s ok honey.” Bella’s hand lightly stroked his thigh. “Whatever you like.” Sophie nodded in agreement.

Toby nodded too.

“Yes?” Bella asked however her hand had immediately moved to the bulge in his jeans.

“Yeah.” He gasped.

Sophie turned his face to hers and kissed him hungrily, sucking and biting at his lip. Her hand joined Bella’s in his lap and he shivered. Not a couple seconds later Bella got up and ripped Toby’s jeans and pants down causing his cock to sling upwards and slap against his t-shirt. Excited moans vibrated across their lips as both girls felt their boys erect penis.

“Mmm…” Bella hummed, slowly stroking his still sodden cock. “Look at all that cum left behind… did you cum in her pussy baby?”

He turned to face the blonde. She smelled sweeter than Sophie, much more fruity. He eyed her sexy little nipple’s with their piercings. Moving his hands to caress them under her vest he felt her moan her approval as he began kneading her small but perky tits.

“Hmm you like them baby?” Bella removed the top. “Want to suck?” Seeing her creamy firm little mounds elevated to his face, he had no hesitation in burying his face in them. He smooched and licked before putting her nipple inside his mouth and sucked. “Yes baby mmm…” His tongue felt so right dancing around her nipple and piercing.

“Hmmm… you like them sensitive nipples being sucked don’t you Bella?” Sophie teased from his lap. Toby hadn’t realised she had now sunk her head down to his groin, he felt her hair brush his thigh and her breath warm his cock before she enveloped it in her mouth. Warm smooth heat stimulated his head and he moaned in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around it, foreskin pulled all the way back. She moaned in agreement of the taste before sucking him into a breathless joy. He started watching her, one hand groped his balls as she slowly stroked his shaft with the other.

“Oh you like that do you? Tell her how much you like her sucking your cock.”

“It feels… so fucking good.” He groaned, going back to suck Bella’s tits, this time with more pressure.

She hummed a little louder as he swapped nipples. His hand moved under her skirt and he felt through the fabric of her panties just how moist and hot she was, he massaged lightly. “Uh… yes baby that will be your pussy soon enough!” She tugged his t-shirt over his head, caressing his chest and kissing him heatedly. Her tongue had met his and the taste of wine swirled round his mouth.

Humming with delight she said. “Hmm I need to feel your cock in my mouth too, I want to see if it’s better than that cunt Max’s.”

Pulling away again she sunk down to her knees before them, fumbling while twisting her hair into a messy bun. Grabbing the wine bottle she took a swig before drooling a little into his crotch. After taking his cock from Sofie she took it in her reddened lips and gulped it down to the back of her throat. Then, she sucked hard drinking the wine off his cock, spluttering and moaning.

“Ohhh” Toby groaned. It tingled. Removing him from her throat she licked and sucked the escaped wine which trickled down his balls. “Mmm your cock is amazing baby, taste’s so good.” Then taking it back in her throat she began bobbing away, looking at the two above her with joy in her eyes.

With his cock in Bella’s throat, Toby was becoming more and more intoxicated by his horniness. He felt Sophie’s body, he pulled off her top and groped at her boobs. Sophie got up and bent her ass out towards him, seductively she shimmied her pants down wriggling her bare butt out towards him. Her pussy and arsehole glistened, red and plush. He drooled a little . She turned round and got down on her knees besides Bella, winking, before asking Bella “Look how deep you get it… can you help me do that?”

Bella resurfaced, wine and spit slopping down her chin. Her breath ragged she grinned before pushing Sophie’s head down on his cock. He felt it slide past her tongue into the fleshy depths of her mouth, but not quite hitting the back of her throat before she squirmed and came back up.

“Oh baby,” Bella cooed. Stroking back Sophie’s hair. “You can do better than that.” She engulfed him with her own mouth, taking him all the way to his balls. He moaned. “The art,” Bella gasped once resurfacing. “Is engulfing it, like food, engulf it into your throat, enjoy it, need it.”

“Huh.”

“Like relax!” Bella guided Sophie’s head back down, she got it to the back and gagged. “Yes, don’t bob just hold it.” Sophie came back up, eyes wide, but kept sucking him into her mouth. “Mmm it gets easier every time. You just need practice babe.” She smirked up at Toby.

“Mmm… whenever you need it.” He growled.

“Such a good boy.”

He whimpered as Sophie deep throated again.

“Don’t cum just yet baby, mmm, we need you to fuck us.” Bella got on her knees on the sofa beside him, her wet panties pulled off as she bent over, her peachy arse ready for him. He wasted no time kneading her cheeks, greedy for this thick sexy arse. Her pussy was fully shaved and her slit tight and pink. He spread her cheeks to reveal her wet sticky pussy, shiny like candy, the sweet scent of her juices tantalising his nostrils.

He gently removed Sophia from his cock and lifted her chin to his with a kiss. He tasted the mix of the bitter sweet bodily fluids and wine that was drenching his cock. “Hmm, your turn” he growled. Grabbing her and putting her on her back beneath Bella, stacking their pussies. Their swollen and wet holes glistened before him.

“Oh hi,” Sophie gasped.

“Hey” Bella smirked, kissing Sophie’s face lightly. Then, she felt Toby’s tongue slide between her lips, lapping up her juices. She shuddered and moaned as her back arched pushing her arse back into Toby’s face. “Mmm baby.” She moaned.

Looking down at Sophie she asked “does this mean slutty Soph is back again huh?”

Sophie giggled.

“Mmmm… and this time it didn’t even take any drink to get you going. You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” She cooed.

Toby lay on his stomach and moved his mouth to Sophie’s warm cunt, she shivered and gasped with excitement as he slowly licked up and down, her legs hugged around his head pulling him in.

“Acting so innocent hmm…” Bella continued. “Trying to suppress how horny you are. What a little slut you are…” She moved her hips to grind against Sophie’s leg moaning as she went. “You like it while he eats out your cunt? I bet he’s eating some of his cum out of it too huh?”

Sophie squeaked.

“You know Toby. This little horny slut on freshers week, came home with these two guys, ripped their clothes off and…” She paused for dramatic effect. “Had them spit roast you like a hog at Christmas didn’t you baby?!”

“Mmm… that was you Bella I think.”

“Nonsense… you were begging for it, a few drinks and you were taking cock left right and centre.” Bella giggled as she rubbed her pussy against Sophie’s thigh. “And… how we bent over this sofa as they fucked us doggy your remember?!”

Sophie stayed quiet.

Toby gripped Bella’s plump cheeks and dove his tongue inside her quivering vagina, “ohhhh.” His fingers rubbed her clit. “Oh yes baby, fucking eat me.”

Sophie, now very much turned on had started rubbing her pussy, moaning lightly as she stared into Bella’s eyes above. They kissed again before Bella grabbed the wine bottle off the table and lightly poured some into Sophie’s mouth. Meeting lips again they shared it, slurping and purring.

Toby lapped up the renewed arousal seeping from Bella, so warm and sweet. Wild desires swam round his head as he felt so desperately in need of going further, he needed more than just his tongue to be inside of them, he needed his cock pounding their delicious pussies deep. It throbbed as he rasped. “I need… to fuck you!”

“Oh yeah, fuck us baby, we went that big meaty cock inside us, mmm… please!” Bella pleaded dramatically.

Heart pounding with anticipation he lurched up on to his knees and slid his cock against her wet folds. In pushing down her hips, Bella squeezed his cock between hers and Sophie’s pussies. His head swam with pleasure as he started thrusting between them, groaning as more blood than his erection could really hold was pumped to his cock.

“Is this,” Bella moaned seductively. “What you wanted Toby? Mmm. When you were staring at us on the platform huh?”

Toby couldn’t reply.

“Seducing sweet innocent little Sophie to take you back to her apartment, before banging her brains out.”

Toby growled.

“Not even a condom, just let him dump his load inside your cunt huh?”

“Mmm hmm…” Sophie blushed a little redder.

“Just what you needed hun, you couldn’t be borrowing my vibrator forever, huh?” Bella hissed into Sophie’s ear.

Toby was in dreamland as he eyed up which girl to thrust his cock into first, Sophie’s pretty red petals or Bella’s puffy pink slit. Heat poured off them as they eagerly awaited to engulf him. He started swirling his head around Bella’s entrance, “hmm baby you gonna fuck me?” She simpered. He pushed gently before pulling away. She moaned while twerking her ass for him, “fucking teasing me mmm.”

He moved back to Sophie’s pussy and slapped his meat against her, “mmm” she moaned heatedly. Guiding his cock to her entrance he pushed inside her. Once again warm smooth flesh hugged his cock tight, she was even wetter than before. Electric pleasure sizzled through his groin and spread through him. His foreskin stretched back as his head adventured back into her moist flesh.

“Fuuuck…” she moaned as she once again tried to take his thick 7 inch cock.

“Ohhh baby, look how much you like that cock.” Bella cooed, caressing her friends face.

Toby pulled out and moved his tip back to Bella and sank his cock into her tight pink pussy. She screamed in delight. He thrust into her heated cunt and felt her frantically clench around him as he barged in. However, she wasn’t as tight as Sophie and his shaft disappeared as it reached towards the back of her pussy. “Ohh fuck yes, so fucking big, fuck me!”

But he had other ideas. She groaned in desperation as he switched hole again. “Fuck mmmm…” Sophy moaned. Then back to Bella.

“Uhhh, fuck!”

“Yesss….”

“Fuck baby… such a… fucking…”

“Mmm yeah…” Sophie melted.

“Dirty… fucking… boy.” Bella groaned.

His mind blown, he shoved his cock one last time in Sophie before giving way to his lust. He began fucking Bella’s pussy hard with hungry thrusts.

“Oh yeah! … fuck me baby that’s… it.” She cried with delight.

A torrent of raw ravishing bliss roared through his cock as he thrusted back and forth, her arse bouncing against his waist. She moved her hips back in a way that his balls started slapping into her clit.

“Fuckkk mmm… oh yeah!” He grabbed at her slick body as she shuddered with the increasing momentum of his thrusts. The air filled with slaps and moans.

“Oh yeh,” Sophie cooed, “you love it hard don’t you hmmm…”

“Yes fuck!” Bella screamed frantically, nestling her head into Sophie’s shoulder.

“Fuck mmm,” Toby groaned.

“Fuck her like that!” Sophie cried, heated gaze on Toby. She was clinging on to Bella with both arms and legs, rocking away. “Yeah fuck her harder Toby!”

He did fuck Bella harder who was now whimpering into Sophie’s neck, she seemed to be clinging on to her friend for dear life. Quivers shot through her body, as the force of his pounding overwhelmed her.

“Mmm…mmmm…don’t stop…”

However, she was slowly slipping on the sofa away from Toby as his pounding pushed her further and further. They were piling on top of Sophie and it was becoming difficult to keep pounding his cock all the way with the angle.

Reeling from Toby’s determined pounding of her pussy, Bella started to writhe, Toby didn’t know if she was overwhelmed or wanted a better position.

“UUHHHH… fuuuuck…” she rasped.

He picked her up and pushed her against the sofa cushions, allowing Sophy to wriggle free. One knee on the sofa the other foot bracing the floor he had much better grip. Grabbing Bella’s hips he thrust back into her cunt vigorously.

“Fuck… my goooddd… yee…yesssss…” her vibrating hips arched and her head tilted back towards him. “Mmmmm… baby yes… pound my pussy… so good yes…make me cum….”

His cock hit her now sizzling depths again and again, with force and speed. He felt the resistance of her cervix as he took all of her vagina. He clung to her, his nails digging into her jiggling tits, feeling her erect nipples hot in his palms. Her breath was ragged, gasping. Drool flinging across the sofa.

Sophie knelt beside them, steadying Bella with one hand the other gripped her pussy, fingering herself with delight. “Fuck that’s so hot…” she gasped. “Make her cum, yeah… fuck.”

Toby felt that pleasingly warm pressure in his balls build, his relentless pounding into her heavenly cunt made it come forth with a vengeance. He was ready to release his seed into the womb of this hot screaming slut.

Sophie’s fingers found Bella’s clit and she screamed in pleasure. “FUUUAAKKK… YEEESSSS… AAAAHHHH!” Her eyes rolled back, mouth gaped. He felt the extra grip, extra heat contract around his cock as she came. His eyes scrunched, mouth crying a silent scream, the rush of fire pooled in his loins before bursting out. Exploding burst after burst of hot cum deep inside her.

“AHHHHH… FUUUCCKK!” Bella yelled at the heavens as she began squirting wildly, drenching the floor with squirt after squirt gushing out. Toby’s world spun, he now ground into her pulsating pussy, filling her writhing guts with his load. He howled with satisfaction, squeezing out every last drop of cum he had.

Sophie’s jaw had dropped, “oh my god…” she whimpered as she too came. A hot sweaty hand gripping Toby’s shoulder as she stared breathlessly into his eyes. “Fuuuckk…” her body shook, steaming with sweat.

Bella’s screams reduced to pants as she slumped on the couch. She had a wicked grin plastered on her flushed face. “Fuuuuck…”

Her legs were covered in her juices and as Toby’s cock slithered out of her, his cum added to the mess trailing down from the sofa to the floor. He flopped down beside her, still trying to catch his breath. Sofie helped Bella turn onto her back and cuddled into her side.

Toby smiled with satisfaction. Languidly he draped his arm round the back of the sofa. The thought of his seed swimming inside of the two sexy young beauties beside him gave him a dirty sort of pride.

“Um,” Toby paused. “Are you girls like… protected?”

Bella panted, while her hand lightly touching at her pussy while it continued to ooze with heat. “I am. But uh… Sophie I have a spare plan B if you want it?”

“Um yeah thanks.” Her chin nestled onto Bella’s breast, Sophie reached for Toby’s hand before saying. “Thank you for letting her join.” She gave him a sweet grin.

“Any time” he sighed.

“Mmm… I might hold you to that.” Bella smirked. “If that’s ok with you Soph.”

“Maybe I want him all to myself…” Sophie teased, caressing Toby’s thigh. “I bet Max never fucked you that good huh.”

“No… he fucking didn’t.” She turned to Toby, “you were just what I needed baby.” She picked up his resting cock and caressed it lightly. It had calmed yet Toby’s meat was still big, the excitement not yet died down. It twitched in Bella’s hand.

“You guys um…” Toby began while being a little distracted by Bella’s hand on his cock. “Do this often?”

Bella giggled. “I help Sophie with her needs every now and then. Although…” her voice lowered to a whisper, “she’s awfully shy around the boys these days… she scared she won’t be able to control herself.”

“Still over sharing huh?” He smirked at a Sophie whose eyebrows were raised.

“I’m just not a slut like Bella.” She huffed.

Bella’s eyes rolled. “I’m just unashamed of my body’s urges, if that makes me a slut then…”

“Nothing wrong with being a slut.” Toby came to Bella’s defence.

“Of course you’d say that…” Sophie said nodding at his cum dripping cock getting harder again in Bella’s hand.

“You started it,” he winked. “I can go another round, if you like?” He added hopefully, still heavily aroused by the girls heated nude bodies curled up next to him.

“Oh yeah,” Bella laughed. She put his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking on the left over cum. In a matter of seconds he was rock hard again.

“Ok then ” Bella said leaning back. “Sophie needs to be fucked.”

Sophie hesitated, looking at Toby’s hard shiny cock. After a few seconds her hesitation broke, she got up and climbed onto Toby’s lap. She let Bella slide Toby’s dick back inside her and got herself comfortable as Toby’s thick pole stretched her out once again.

A light moan left Sophie’s lips as she slowly started to bounce.

Bella had gone into the kitchen to refill their glass of water, gulping some down she dabbed at her legs with a spare tea towel. Wandering back casually she smiled at Sophie’s enjoyment. Her friends sensual gaze lingered on Toby, her hands gently caressing his jaw.

“So… how did you end up bringing him home with you?” Bella asked, sharing the water.

“Um…” Sophie tried to concentrate. “You remember that bitch with the coffee standing over my seat?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Well when she… went to leave.” She paused for a quick moan. “She tripped and covered us with her fucking coffee.”

Bella tried to stifle her laugh. “What?!”

“As my jumper was ruined he offered me his coat and… walked me home.”

Toby started sucking on her boobs, she ran her hands through his hair as he did. He could only watch them bouncing for so long without burying them in his face.

“So that’s why there’s a coat and jumper on the counter.” Bella mused. Now taking another swig of her wine. “All with an ulterior motive I assume?” she snorted.

“Hmm mmm.” Toby grunted with Sophie’s nipple in his mouth.

Sophie bit her lip. “Such a gent.” She laughed.

“And then you dragged him to your room before ripping his clothes off?”

“She took hers off first.” Toby then remembered her burns, he studied them while she continued to ride him. “They feeling better?”

“Completely forgot to be honest.” To Bella’s quizzical look she added. “Fucking burnt me she did.”

He went back to sucking her breasts. Hands clasped around her arse to help her bounce.

“And you thought shagging would take care of them? Aren’t you two smart.”

“Hmm, he took care of me he did.” Sophie cooed. “Used aloe ver…”

“Used his cock you mean.”

“Yeah” she groaned while increasing the pace.

They carried on for a minute before Sophie’s legs could bounce no longer.

“Wanna swap?”

Bella jumped into his lap, wasting no time in taking his cock. Sophie planted herself next to Toby, her head on his shoulder as she started playing with her clit.

“Cute” Bella mused, rolling her hips while looking down at them both.

“Want to tell me how it ended with Max?” Sophie asked cautiously.

Bella scoffed, “that bitch!” She growled. Toby noticed her pussy tighten on his cock and she began picking up the pace. “So Chris, his retard roommate, just fucking gawped at me when he opened the door…” Bella huffed. “I fucking knew it, he tried to stop me going into his room. The dick. And there they were, cuddled under the sheets all so fucking sweet, her moaning and giggling like the little cunt she is.”

“And then?” Sophie winced.

“And then,” Bella snorted, lashing her hips harder into Toby’s groin. The sound of their slapping grew louder. “Can’t quite remember what I said but…” she flicked a few stray strands of blonde hair over her shoulder and pinched at her nipple, Toby grabbed the other. “His guitar was by the door and…”

“And…” Sophie smirked.

“I swung that fucker right through his tv.” She grinned.

Toby chuckled.

“Jesus Bella!” Sophie’s hand on her mouth. “What did he do then.”

“Well before that he was like… it’s not what it looks like!” Bella exclaimed in a mock, waving her hands. “Then he was like… FUUUUC KKK!” Her smirk grew wider. “Like yeah bitch!”

“Damn, and you just stormed out?”

“Sauntered out you mean! Fuck that bitch, I ain’t giving him any satisfaction. Done me a favour to be fair.” She exclaimed, bouncing even harder.

“That’s my Bella.”

“You should have seen her tits,” she laughed “droopy as fuckin pancakes.” She looked down to Toby. “You like my tits Tobe?” She arched her back so her petite but perky tits jiggled and bounced nicely.

He attacked one with his mouth.

“Oh yeah?”

Toby grabbed her hips and thrust into her harder.

“Mmmm, your cock so much better baby!” She cried. “Sophie can you bring me my phone?”

“Why?”

“I’m gonna send him a picture of me bouncing on Toby’s big hard cock… mmm… If you don’t mind Tobe.”

“Um… not at all…” The idea making him even more aroused.

“Bella are you sure?”

“Yeah mmm,” her voice vibrating while Toby’s cock slammed into her. “Oh yeah baby… fuck!” Suddenly her hand sprung to her clit and she moaned louder as she got closer. “Oh… you’re gonna make me fucking cum!” She came. Pussy convulsing round Toby’s cock and he felt her insides cream. “Fuck yes…aaaahhhhhh…” A little spurt spat from her pussy onto his balls as the orgasm ran through her.

She grinned down at Toby, “your cock is…fuckin…amazing baby.”

He proudly smirked up at her, she gave him a sloppy kiss before moving herself off his lap.

“You still want that pic?” Sophie asked, phone dangling in her hand as she watched, all while getting a little more flustered. It was her turn again.

“Yeah” Bella grinned. Taking the phone she sank to her knees between Toby’s legs, and slapped his cock against her cheek. Tongue out she took the pic of Toby’s slimy hard cock slapping her flushed and horny face. “Oh yeah” she smirked.

Toby grinned away feeling on top of the world, he thought he’d never seen something so hot.

Giving his dick one last slurpy kiss she got up and pushed Sophie back towards him.

Sophie bit her lip seductively, trying to look cute as Toby got up to greet her. He brought her chin up to his and kissed her, tongue grazing her teeth. She grabbed his dick and hummed in excitement as his tongue found her own.

After a few seconds she turned and got on her knees on the sofa. She looked over her shoulder teasingly wriggling her cute perky arse for him to take. She didn’t have to wait long for Toby to sink his throbbing cock through her tight entrance. She moaned in delight, perspiration sizzled as he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock hungrily in and out. Her eyes still piercing into his with desire.

Bella had curled up on the floor below them, phone in one hand wine bottle in the other. “You’re right” she giggled. “I’m such a slut.” She looked up at the fucking couple. “What shall I say?”

“Yeah hmmm…” Sophie squealed. “Um fuck...”

Bella smirked at her friend being fucked hard.

“What about…” Toby grunted. “Have fun with pancake tits.”

Bella laughed, “No… something about your dick.”

She had started typing when there was a loud knock on the door.

“Oh shit.” Bella muttered.

“Who’s that?” Sophie gasped. Toby didn’t slow down.

“I uh…” Bella scrambled around the floor finding her knickers. “It’s pizza.”

“Wha…”

“You’re favourite… the super sizzler.”

Toby laughed at the absurdity of Bella now dashing towards the door, arm trying to covering her tits and wearing only a pair of red lacy knickers which got damper with every step.

“Oh god!” Sophie exclaimed.

They heard Bella opening the front door.

“Hi, I’ve… got your… uh…” Said a surprised male voice.

“Oh hey,” Bella chirped.

“Um… pizza.” He stuttered.

“Oh thanks babe.”

“What uh… are you up to this evening?” The delivery man asked in a failed attempt at a charming voice.

Bella giggled.

He stuttered again.

“Have a good evening babe.” She said heartily.

“Enjoy your uh… pizza…”

“We will!”

The door shut.

Bella returned with a skip from the hallway, grasping a large pizza box, a sheepish grin on her red face.

Sophie and Toby had slowed their fuck, mouths gaping as they watched her. She smirked back.

Toby looked at Sophie, she shrugged and rolled her eyes. He picked up the pace, now even more turned on. Sophie’s tight round arse caught his eyes again, his fingers caressed her slender body, mesmerised by the beauty he was thumping his cock into.

A sad thought swam across his mid. She had to be too good for him. She was incredible, in looks and personality. She was an absolute fiend with her clothes off too. But, had she slept with him because she fancied him as boyfriend material. Or because she was horny and just wanted to fuck. Bella had said it, Sophie had a high libido. He guessed, after tonight she wouldn’t show him much interest.

Sophie’s moans were getting louder. He felt her pussy grow hotter. He fucked her harder. She might not be his after tonight but she was damn well his now. He thrusted his cock as deep as he could, bottoming out her vagina. She screamed at the sensation, taking his cock like a good little slut. Her head bounced and her teeth chattered.

Bella shuffled next to Sophie.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sophie panted to her friend. “Mmm… fuuuuck… he’s fucking me so hard. His cock’s so good!”

“Mmm cum for us baby…” Bella encouraged. “Yeah Tobe… Make her cum.”

“Oh yeah” Toby grunted, fucking her like an animal.

“Ohhh…fuck.” Sophie shook and whimpered, head nestled into Bella’s shoulder as she cried out in delight. Her pussy clenched, trying desperately to milk all 7 inches of Toby’s cock, sending shivers down his spine. He felt her waves of pleasure pass through. Her tightening vagina stimulated him more and more until her orgasm passed, however it had gotten him close enough.

“Mmm that good baby?” Bella purred, stroking Sofie’s hot sweaty face.

“Fuck… mmmm, yeah” Sophie sighed. She turned to pout sweetly at Toby, “mmm… are you going to cum for me baby?”

“I’m close” he groaned.

“Cum on her face!” Bella demanded. Sophie blushed, turning her head. “Admit it, you want his load on your face don’t you? Hmmm.” Bella cooed.

Too aroused to hide it Sophie bit her lip and nodded. Looking at Toby with a dirty lust.

His heart pounded. The burning in his groin was intense as he frantically shuffled onto the sofa, positioning his throbbing cock over her face. He felt his shaft tighten as he rapidly stroked his cock. His mouth gaped.

“Yesss… cum for her baby, mmmm cover her with your hot spunk!” Bella cried, grabbing and massaging his balls.

“Oh fuck…” he stammered.

A moaning Sophie opened her mouth and slid out her tongue. Her eyes sparkled with lust, reflecting his jerking cock above her.

The fire in Toby reached its crescendo, his cock spasmed and white ropes of cum flew out his tip. He groaned and shuddered. Hot sticky webs painted Sophie’s face forcing her to close her eyes. Cum oozed over her lips and across her tongue.

“Yes mmmm baby that’s it give her all that cum.” Bella cooed, guiding his pulsating head into Sophie’s mouth. His nerves tingled and burned to the touch of her hot tongue, the last few drops of his semen slowly slid from his tip and on down her throat.

“Ohhhh…” Toby groaned, head spinning. He was mesmerised by the view, cock throbbing in Sophie’s mouth, his cum dripping down her gorgeous face. She tentatively opened an eye to look up at him, she moaned, gently sucking the remaining cum from his head.

“Mmm good girl…” Bella licked Sophie’s cheek, tasting his cum. “Mmmm…”

Sophie let his cock slide out her mouth and panted, and slowly began to smile sheepishly.

“Wow” Toby sighed, sinking into the couch. His sodden cock still twitched as it slumped on his thigh, slowly getting limper. He felt fulfilled, like a primal need had been taken care of. Oxytocin ran through his veins and he draped a languid arm around Sophie’s shoulders.

Sophie giggled as she dabbed her fingers to the cum now dripping down her face. Bella sat smirking. “Who’s the slut now huh?”

Sophie playfully slapped some cum across Bella’s face. “Look at the trouble you get me into huh!”

“Hey you were riding him before I even…”

“Wait!” Sophie shot her hand to her friends mouth. “Is that?”

They heard voices at the front door. Two voices.

“Oh fuck!”

“Shit!”

The 3 of them leapt to their feat as keys fiddled in the lock and the front door opened, they scrambled to get dressed. Toby hauled on his pants just in time, Bella threw on his t shirt but Sophie was not quick enough.

They froze as another girl walked through into the kitchen. She froze. Eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. Sophie balanced on one foot, covered in sweat, trying to pull on her joggers. Cum clearly glistening across her face. Bella stood flustered and sweaty, her makeup smudged, an obviously oversized t-shirt hung on her like a tent. And the new boy she didn’t recognise, covered in perspiration, sodden cock obvious under his pants.

The smell of sex was strong, only slightly improved by the scent of the untouched super sizzler pizza left on the counter.

The new girl was tall, of oriental complexion and had a look of disgust painting her haughty face. She was dressed awfully neatly, a floral handbag made her look more like Toby’s grandma than a 20 year old uni student.

“Wait… WHAT?!” She screamed, handbag hitting the floor with a thud.

Behind her a nerdy looking guy peeked his head nervously around the door, his curly brown hair was complimented by his checkered collar and large round glasses.

“Um… hi Emi,” Bella couldn’t help but smirk. “Hi Christopher.”

Sophie hid behind Toby, face the deepest red she had blushed all evening. She scoured the clothes scattered floor for a top. Wincing at all the bodily fluid that shone around the sofa.

“Bella…” Emi spluttered, eyes hawkishly scouring the room. She seemed to inflate with rage, “How can you possibly…”

“Emi this is Toby,” Bella interrupted jovially. “Toby this is our roommate Emi and her lovely boyfrie…”

“HOW DARE YOU?!” Emi screamed. Then, noticing Sam gawping she pushed him viscously back into the hallway.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! THIS IS OUR FLAT! AND YOU JUST… JUST…” Emi pulled at her hair wildly. “And Sophia?! I… expected so much… better from you!”

Sophie sheepishly kept her head bent to the floor desperate to hide her face.

“Look,” Bella said calmly, “we’re sorry, we just got a little carried away.”

“Is that… what the?! LOOK AT THE SOFA!”

“We’ll clean up, it’s ok…”

“And…and…”

“Hey… just calm down!” Bella waved her hands desperately trying to defuse the situation. “Would you uh… like some pizza?”

~~

Sophie’s head peaked through the curtains, trying to get a glimpse of Toby on the street below.

15 minutes had passed since they’d been caught by what continued to be a severely pissed off Emi. Sophie managed to sheepishly manoeuvre herself and Toby into her room, where he helped remove his cum from her face before kindly trying his best to console her.

For she had been extremely embarrassed, apologising profusely for the chaos that ensued. The screaming match still taking place in the kitchen between her two flatmates didn’t help, half the block must’ve heard Emi’s shrieking.

Toby was quite taken aback by Emi’s reaction, yes it was over the top Sophie agreed but, she still had respect for her roommate. Even if she was a little stiff and conservative. However, Emi had never been unkind to Sophie. Now the elation of the sex had subsided she was feeling quite guilty, Christopher bearing witness too, they had left quite the scene in their little shared living space.

It didn’t take Toby long to get dressed and leave, knowing his presence wasn’t helping the situation. She had apologised for not getting the stain out of his coat. In return he nervously asked for her number, looking pleased when she started typing it into his phone.

Now, Sophie waited to see him walk out from reception below and across the road to the alleyway. Seeing his dark messy hair appear she couldn’t help but smile, he was sweet, cute and handsome also, and well yeah… he was great to fuck too.

But, did she really want to pursue a relationship right now? No, in general she didn’t, but with him? Tonight had been a lapse in discipline, luckily it had worked out well but…

The taste of his cum lingering in her mouth brought her back to the craze of their evening. The feeling of his beautiful thick cock filling her up, stretching her out, making her feel amazing. She hadn’t seen many cocks in person but she knew his had been the best yet. She’d been so pleasantly surprised seeing his smooth creamy shaft and that alluring purple head, it was big too, at first maybe too big but then… She craved that feeling again already.

A little ashamed with herself, her hand flew back between her legs. Sliding her fingers through the moist heat of her pussy. She couldn’t help it. As Toby’s outline disappeared into the alley, she sighed helplessly. Slipping off her sticky clothes, she made her way to the shower. Bella’s vibrator in hand.

…

Hope you’ve enjoyed reading. Got a few more chapters lined up, part 3 will probably be end of the week.

More in this series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

“Wow, you must hate Christmas.” I was seated across the kitchen table from Ella. She was holding a mug of hot cocoa to her lips, blowing on it gently.

“What? No! I love Christmas. I’ve just never done that whole Advent calendar thing. I don’t really get it.”

We had just finished watching Twenty-Four Days of Dismemberment, which was an excellent, if rather trashy Christmas-themed horror movie.

“It’s just not the sort of tradition we did growing up,” she continued, “but I can see how it would be a fun way to build anticipation for the holiday.”

“Huh?” I wasn’t really paying attention, my gaze instead laser-focused on the way Ella pursed her plump, pink lips to take a delicate sip of the steaming drink. “Oh wait! I have an idea. Our own tradition.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? What would that entail?”

I smiled at her and she giggled in return. She knew exactly what I had in mind.

Day One

Fortunately, it was December 1st, so we were able to start right on time. After Ella finished her drink, she was on her knees, between my legs on the kitchen floor, cock thumping against her cheek.

“Suck it like a good little Christmas slut.”

And so she did.

Until I grabbed the back of her messy head of hair, holding her in place while I pumped several thick ropes of cum across her tongue.

Day Two

Though we had been fucking for a while, I decided it would be fun to exclusively use Ella’s mouth for the twenty-four days of Christmas. This meant that she also couldn’t play with herself while she was sucking me (or at all). I thought this would be a fun way to introduce her to some seasonally-appropriate orgasm control/denial. Unsurprisingly, she protested this idea, but it was half-hearted. I knew the thought of being denied for that length of time was arousing for her. She squeezed her thighs together and blushed when I made the proposal. Then I stood up, walked over to where she was seated on the couch, and push my cock down her throat.

Day Three

This one was quick and sloppy–just the way I like it. I met up with Ella after her Pilates class and fucked her throat in the foyer of her apartment. She was still wearing her matching teal workout set. Her ass looked phenomenal swaying back and forth in her skintight yoga pants while she left streamers of spit up and down my shaft.

Day Four

It didn’t take long for Ella to start asking me to fuck her. While she was sucking my cock–perched on all fours on the bed while I stood at the side–she started wiggling her hips back and forth and looking up at me expectantly. I could only chuckle at her as I grabbed her head, started fucking her face, and came so much that semen ran over her bottom lip.

Day Five

I made Ella suck me off while wearing nothing but a white thong today. I wanted to see how wet it would get. The answer: very.

Day Six

“I don’t think I’ve ever swallowed so much of your cum before,” Ella was panting after I finished in her mouth. Hair in a topsy-turvy topknot about to collapse down her shoulders, eyes misty with the onset of gag-induced tears.

“Heh, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should start finishing elsewhere?”

Day Seven

Despite Ella’s pleading to “put it inside me for the love of god” I made good on my promise from the previous day, delivering four thick ropes of cum across her cheeks and forehead. I called her a cute lil snow angel afterward, which she didn’t find nearly as entertaining as I did.

Day Eight

“Can I even cum for twenty-four days straight?” I wondered aloud as Ella teased my frenulum. “Oh fuck, that’s so sensitive I’m going to–”

A burst of cum that nearly shot up her nose, but instead landed in a glob across her hairline. She quickly closed her lips like a suction cup around my pulsing tip and sucked the rest down.

“Fuck, such a good girl.”

Day Nine

Things were taking on a stronger holiday vibe. I wrapped a glittering red garland around Ella’s neck while she drooled on my dick. “You're such a hot little sugar plum.”

She ignored my continued attempts at holiday-infused pet names, instead sucking louder until I came in her mouth again.

Day Ten

I’ve gotta admit, I really am missing Ella’s pussy. But we had a deal and I’m sticking to it. If anything, the denial is making me a bit rougher with her. Since I can’t bend her over and fuck her, I’m taking out that pent-up need on her mouth instead. And she’s responding with absolute aplomb. Though, I can see the frustration when she tries to slide hand between her thighs before stopping and retracting it. Honestly, really fucking hot for me. And I think it’s getting her wetter than ever.

Day Eleven

I only had the chance to see Ella briefly today, so it was quick and intense. I gave her a ride home from work. She sucked my cock on the way like a good girl. It was getting pretty distracting so I had to eventually pull into a quiet parking garage. I pushed her head down hard and came deep in her throat.

Day Twelve

The halfway mark and Ella was getting more frustrated. She was rubbing her thighs together while she sucked me today. And she kept looking at me pleadingly. But I pretended like I didn’t know what she wanted. “Such a good little Christmas miracle,” I teased her as I came on her face again.

Day Thirteen

“You’re seriously not going to let me touch my pussy? It’s been, like, two weeks.”

Ella was in the anger stage of grief.

“I mean, c’mon, you get to cum every single day and I just have to…not. It’s not fair!”

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

“That’s better.” I pushed my cock back down her throat. Pulling out a few seconds later to splash her rosy cheeks with my cum.

“I’m going to go fucking crazy,” she continued to whine while gathering the sticky semen with her index finger.

Day Fourteen

“I’ll literally do anything.”

Bargaining.

“Please, you’re already sucking my cock every day. What more can you do?”

She was in the process of sucking me off. This time in an oversized ribbed cotton sweater and nothing else.

“Um, well, I’ll let you pick the movies for, like, the next five movie nights.”

“Nah. Get back to sucking. Pretty please.”

Day Fifteen

This one happened at my work holiday party. I brought Ella as my plus one. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her lovely curves. That dress ended up quite disheveled once I ushered her into a distant (and thankfully quiet) stairwell. She hiked the dress up above her waist, crouching in the concrete corridor while she sucked me with the sort of reckless energy she has after a glass of cava.

Unfortunately for her, I decided to tease her pretty hard. I made her bend over so that I could finish off with a thigh job. And then I pulled her thong down and came inside it. When I was down I smacked her ass and told her to “Enjoy.” She was not pleased.

Day Sixteen

“I can’t believe you did that last night.” She had her arms folded across the couch from me.

“What?”

“What? You know what. You made me finish the night with your cum drying against my pussy. Christ.”

I shrugged, “You looked cold in that little dress. I was just trying to keep you warm.”

“Oh my god,” she sulked. “But seriously–that made me really fucking wet.”

At this point I was already unzipping my jeans. And, like a good girl, she started sucking my cock while she finished her sentence.

Day Sixteen

This was a quick one. I fucked Ella’s throat after we showered together. She was kneeling on the bathmat, still dripping water, when I finished against her tongue.

Day Seventeen

This time I had Ella suck me off in bed while Black Christmas played in the background. She deliberately put her ass as high in the air as she could–like a cat stretching in the afternoon sun. She shook it back and forth, as if to say “Look at what you’re missing out on.”

I held strong, shooting my load on her tits this time.

Day Eighteen

“I’m literally going to die.” Ella was throwing a rather dramatic fit while she stroked my hard cock.

“I don’t think you can die from not cumming for two and a half weeks.” I wrapped a hand behind her head and pushed her onto my tip.

“Wwkh I jwst fwacking nweeed wit.”

“I like when you try to talk with my dick in your mouth. It feels good, actually.”

She looked up at me, her eyes communicating that she was about to say more. But I pressed on her head, pushing her against my abdomen.

“Ugh, fuck.” A big load straight down her throat.

Day Nineteen

“I’m dead and now you have a zombie sucking your cock.”

“Quit being so dramatic. You can last a few more days.”

“Easy for you to say. How do you even have this much cum? It’s ridiculous.”

“Are you going to miss sucking my cock every day once this is done?”

She blushed, “Um, maybe.”

Day Twenty

Ella was particularly festive today. She wouldn’t tell me where she got it, but she was wearing a skimpy Santa-themed bra and panty set. Red with the white, faux-fur trim. Even a cute little hat. I’m pretty sure she thought I’d want to fuck her in it.

She was right.

But I’m a man of extreme grit and determination. I did not fuck her. Well, except her mouth, obviously. And I did slide my cock under her red bra for a while. I came across her chest while she pouted.

Day Twenty-One

A friend’s holiday party. Ella sucked me off in the car on the way there. I enjoyed knowing that she would have the taste of my cum on her tongue for the rest of the night.

Day Twenty-Two

Last minute holiday shopping. It was fucking nuts at the mall. The stupid fucking mall. No one will be shopping now, I thought very stupidly. Everyone was shopping now.

Fortunately, the dying Macy’s was relatively empty. We snuck into a dressing room and I fucked Ella’s throat in front of a floor-length mirror.

Afterwards, while she was catching her breath, “I’ve been swallowing so much of your cum that I’m starting to notice small differences in taste.”

“Huh, I hope it still tastes good.”

“It’s fucking delicious…And it would be even better in my pussy.”

“Easy, cowgirl. Almost there.”

Day Twenty-Three

This might have been the hardest day for Ella. She kept squeezing her thighs together and scratching her index finger along them. She was getting close to touching herself but she always held back.

When I was about to cum, I pulled out of her mouth and splattered my load across her stomach.

“Fucking hell,” she kept rolling back and forth on the bed, her thighs soaking wet. “I’m fucking losing it.”

Day Twenty-Four

Ella was absolutely pawing at my pants, desperate to get them off. “Fucking hell, finally. Put it inside me.”

“Easy, girl. You haven’t done twenty-four yet.”

She paused, hand midway through unbuckling my belt. “What do you mean?”

“We finish today and then we’ll get you off.”

She tilted her head, looking at me inquisitively and then fell forward, practically impaling herself on my cock.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

RIght against her gag reflex. She deepthroated me from the get-go and it was so fucking hot. It only took me a few minutes to cum, my fingers spreading across the back of her scalp while I held her in place.

When I was finished, I pushed her backwards, pulled her black thong down and started running my index and middle finger along her labia. She was soaking. She started moving her hips against me, grinding along my fingers. I finally penetrated her, then drew the wetness back up to rub around her throbbing clit. She grabbed my forearm while I fingerfucked her. My other hand went to her nipple, my thumb rubbing it in soft circles. She jerked her hips upwards, her grip tightening on her arm. Her entire body shuddered for several seconds, then she brushed my hand away.

“Fuck, fuck, so sensitive.” She was breathing heavily.

“You did fucking good. Twenty-four days.”

“That was the longest almost month of my life.” She paused, head on her forehead while she collected herself. “And, fuck, now I think I’ve got this Pavlovian thing going on. I’m going to want to suck your dick tomorrow.”

“That can be arranged.”

I lead you into a quiet room, blindfolded and sit you in a chair in front of a desk. The room is completely silent and dark and your senses can’t help you figure out what is going on.

On the desk sits an open laptop and paused is your favorite facial video that we watched last night. I push play and you can hear the audio start but you’re still not sure what is happening around you.

I get under the desk on my knees and start to lick.

“Daddy, take off your blindfold please.”

You take it off and see the video playing and me on my knees under the desk like a good little whore and your cock starts to get hard.

“Daddy I want you to watch her while I suck your cock.”

I wrap my hands around your shaft and my mouth sucks on your balls softly. I love jerking you off, Daddy. Slow, perfect pressure, still sucking and running my tongue under your balls.

I can hear the porn and she starts sucking cock so I do the same, I want to match her pace. My right hand is on your cock, moving up and down with my mouth while my left hand cups your balls.

I pull back and rub my lips softly over the head of your cock so i can taste your precum.

“Dirty little whore lips look so pretty when wet, right Daddy?”

“Good kitten, keep going. I want to hear you gag soon though.”

I speed up and feel your hand on the back of my head and know to deep throat you. I spit on your cock before I start. My Daddy likes it messy and so do I. You’re watching the porn and listening to her moan and then me; both of us are so needy.

“Take all of me, choke on my big cock slut and do it now.”

Your cock hits the back of my throat and I swallow so I can take you deeper.

“Kitten, I love fucking your throat.”

Drool and spit cover my face as I gag feeling you push further down. My eyes are watering, burning from mascara running but I enjoy it. You rub my face with your thumb to smear my makeup even more and then slap my cheek.

“Look up at me, my little messy slut. I want to see how dirty you are and I want to see your filthy face.”

I look up at you and you rub your cock all over, spreading spit over my eyes and nose and cheeks.

You push back into me and fuck my mouth while pulling out every so often to rub my face with the head of your cock.

“Stay quiet so I can listen to her while I finish.”

The porn is ending and you want to cum at the same time.

“Sit like the good girl I know you are and open your mouth.”

I do as you tell me.

“Please cum on my face, Daddy. I want to be covered, make me look like your perfect cumslut.”

Right then you shoot load after load on me and my face is dripping cum like a filthy little slut. I stay right there under the desk with a messy face until you tell me it’s okay to get up and to clean myself off.

(Leave your comments if you want more of her irl experiences)

Mani's manly commanding voice sent a delicious tingle up my legs and reverberated in my already soaking wet pussy!!

My erect nipples felt like they were connected to a live wire, as they tingled and ached against my bra!!

Mani was still watching me eagerly from the driver's seat, a wry smile on his lips, which seemed to ask "what are you up to horny bitch?"!!!

The dashboard clock read 10.15 PM, it was getting really late and the rain pelted down like small pebbles, OMR will get water logged soon, I realized. But the burning sexual desire urged me to do something to quench it, my head buzzed with thoughts, all of them vulgar and horny!!

I felt my panties soaking wet with my horny discharge, it was sticking to my skin!!!

A vehicle horn blared behind us suddenly, jolting me out of my head, and I realized that in my ever deepening sexual urge, I was involuntarily rubbing my aching erect nipples through my shirt, while holding my breasts in the palm of my hands, right in front of Mani's hungry eyes!!!!

It was a comforting habit I developed since my late teens, when I'm horny and deep in my sexual mindspace, to relax myself!!!

I have done this a million times when alone or in front of my lovers, but never in front of a stranger, never like this!!!

Mani had an astonished and mesmerized look on his face, and I noticed that he was rubbing his crotch through his pants!! Still looking straight into my eyes!!

"I think we better park the car in the service lane, it would be safer" I said in a meek voice, and as I said it, realised I should have asked him to start driving me home!! But my body demanded satisfaction!! It wanted this strange burly ill mannered man's sexual attentions!!!

"Ok Dharni, but don't stop what you are doing, I will find us a safe spot" Mani smiled and replied. I closed my eyes to avoid his stare, but with a naughty unabashed smile in my heart!!!

I knew at that moment that if Mani played his cards right, he is going to fuck this perfumed, waxed, corporate slut wrapped in expensive designer attire, like a 50 rupees whore!!! And I wanted it maybe more than him!!!

I slipped back into my sexual fervor, now pressing my mons pubis vigorously over the skirt, still not wanting to fully expose myself!! And my other hand inside my bra, pinching my nipple, driving me deeper into a sexual fever!!! Right there in the backseat of this local chennai cab, in plain sight of this local tamil driver who would most definitely talk about me to his friends and other cab drivers!!!!

He drove considerably faster this time, not caring for potholes, obviously he was excited about whatever he thought was at offer!!

As the car jerked and bumped, my right leg had slipped and stretched closer to the stick shift, allowing me room to lay back further in the back seat and open my legs wider!! The cool breeze from the fan wafted up my skirt and send delicious shivers up my pussy to my spine!!

"Ummmm" I moaned as I vigorously pinched my left nipple and pressed down on my pussy!!

As we were passing Sathyabhama college, I laid back and closed my eyes, slowly slipping into a daze of self inflicted pleasure!!

Suddenly I felt Mani's warm, rough fingers on my ankle, gently caressing my skin!!! "You have skin like satin, so soft and smooth" he exclaimed in a softer tone, he didn't ask for my permission to touch me but at this point, he didn't need to!!

He watched me in the mirror and sensing not even the least bit of discomfort or objection from me, his hand slowly crept up my legs, caressing and massaging...it felt warm and...good!! He lifted my leg onto his lap!!

I slid down further in the seat, pushing my leg further into his lap, my high heel almost touching the steering wheel, allowing him better access!!

Mani gently slipped off my high heel shoe and lifted my leg up to his face, as he continued to drive with his right hand. He inhaled the smell of my bare foot, which I knew couldnt smell bad if not really good because I use perfumed body lotion, as my ankle rested on his left arm.

"Damn..your feet smell so good, I wonder how good the rest of your body must smell" he exclaimed in Tamil, as he suddenly sucked my toes into his mouth and started licking them one by one!!!!

The sensation was like small pleasant electric charges through my body!! His wet warm tongue darted between my toes, sucking and licking!!!

He moaned like a child devouring ice cream!! Greedy and ecstatic!!

I was now practically lying down on the backseat of his car, my head and upper back fully resting on the seat while my ass was suspended in mid air, my left leg supported my body weight and my right foot raised up and held in his arm!!!

In that awkward physical position, I noticed that my skirt now rode further up my thighs and was bunched up near my waiste, exposing almost the entirety of my legs and bum!!!

My panty clad pussy was now facing up and directly in the path of the AC flow, allowing me to smell my own horniness!!!

"Ummm...yumm...num...nom..nom" Mani moaned and continued to devour my toes, the sexual sensation now beyond bearable for me...I arched my back as my left hand darted to find my skimply clad clit and rubbed it vigorously...sending jolts of pleasure all over my body, as my right hand continued to pinch and pull my nipple, now fully exposed as my left boob hung out of my bra and shirt!!!

There were other vehicles on the road, even though not many. Any of them could have seen my sexual acrobatics if they looked in at the right moment!!!

The thought sent bursts of exhibitionistic excitement through me...sending me overboard..

The physical sensation of a strange, sweaty, cab driver touching and licking me, while I masturbated in front of him...the thought of others watching us doing it...it was all way too much for me...

My back arched involuntarily in excitement and I cried out loud and moaned as my body convulsed in a mind numbing orgasm, right there in front of Mani!!!

"Oh fuck...are you cumming already??" He shouted...sending my already convulsing body into over drive, as I squirted straight into the front windscreen...my panty was pushed aside while masturbating..letting the clear jet of my ejaculation hit the glass and splatter all over his dashboard!!!!

"Fuck.. fuck..fuck...wow" Mani exclaimed as he struggled to hold on to my convulsing leg and drive at the same time!!

I had little control of my body and thrashed and convulsed like a possessed woman, my eyes barely taking in the surroundings and my mouth open in a constant 'O'

Glacing quickly at me in awe, and exclaiming loudly in tamil, he swiftly turned left into the shollingnallur - perumbakkam road.

Before I could recover from the brain fog of my orgasm, I felt the cab come to a halt in some isolated inner alley of an already secluded part of the road.

I was still awkwardly scrunched up, half on the seat, half on the floor, slipping in and out of a daze, when suddenly two strong arms lifted me off the position and rolled me into the front passenger seat which was now fully reclined!!!

I was lying comfortably on the reclined backrest and my arms and legs lazily hung to my sides!!

My shirt was now rolled up, exposing my one bare breast and other covered partially in bra...my skirt was now completely rolled up to my tummy!!!

I struggled to maintain my senses, as Mani lifted my legs up, pulled my skirt off in couple of swift motions, threw it out of the car and held my legs by my sides!!

The cold rain splattered on both of us, he quickly shut the window.

The low roof of the car forced me to bend my knees, which he held in position!!

Suddenly I felt his weight on me, crushing me into the seat, as he knelt down on the seat and leaned into my body...his face was right next to mine...I could smell cigarettes and body odour..jolting me out of my stupor for a moment..

"Dharni, you smell like a garden full of flowers, I'm intoxicated by your scent...I could just eat you up" he tried to sweet talk, in a romantic tone.

His strong stench and the sweet talk didn't gel well...I felt nauseous!!

But before I could process the information, Mani has slid back down, still holding my bend knees...his hot breath on my quivering pussy!!!

Without wasting even a moment he dove right in, his facial hair pricking my soft skin, while his mouth engulfed my sex!!!

My sex was on fire, continuous micro bursts of electric jolts inside me, as I was recovering from my body altering orgasm!!! My tummy convulsed involuntarily!!

But Mani had no patience...his tongue penetrated my pussy deep..licking and slurping...he played with my pussy lips, gently biting and nibbling them..while with a quick motion of his burly hands, he ripped my panty off!!! and it joined my abandoned designer skirt in the dirt!!!

The heavy rain continued, loud and relentless, masking my moans and shielding us from anyone passing by, even though the chances of anyone finding us in this secluded alley was virtually none!!

My sex was now fully exposed to this stranger, my holes right in his face!!!

Mani licked up and down my ass and pussy in long deep strokes!! Sending renewed jolts of pleasure up my spine!!!

I held onto the driver seat with one hand and guided his head with the other!!

Mani carefully but firmly pulled both my hands away and made me hold my legs in position, as he quickly unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my bra!! He lifted me up swiftly with a strong grasp...i could tell he was really strong and had a vice like grip!!

He pulled my shirt and bra off quickly and showed them their way too in the dirt!!!

I was now lying stark naked, in a local chennai cab, in front of this stranger, by the road side in almost public view!!! Just the rain, darkness and the flimsy car shielding me from the open gaze of the world!!!

The dashboard clock read 11.05 PM!!!

I was laid back and spread out with my legs and arms held in place, while the cab driver ate my pussy, and his fingers pinched, twisted and pulled my nipples...the pain was pleasurable!!!

I moaned loudly, as Mani's tongue darted in and out of me, and licked my clit and licked my ass...repeating the process..pushing me down into a daze of pleasure!!!

"You taste so good, your juices are delectable...ummm" he kept repeating greedily!!!

His fingers on my nipples delivered hot, twisting, pleasurable pain!!

The excitement, the pleasure, the taboo, the risk of getting caught, being naked in public....it was all too much for me to take...

I felt the familiar pressure building up in my loins...my back arched up, meeting his tongue..pushing my sex into his face...Mani obliged...his tongue went berserk on my clit!!!

The sensation was mind blowing...as I edged closer to another orgasm.. suddenly...without warning..Mani pushed his fingers into my oozing pussy, as he continued to assault my clit!!!

His thick burly rough fingers felt like hot rods inside me...melting me from inside...as the new sensation sent jolts through me..!!!!

His calloused fingers rubbed relentlessly against my Gspot, making my body shudder with each stroke of his hand!!! I was leaking precum copiously and the sequelching noises could be heard even through the loud rain!!

Again, without warning he pulled out his fingers!!! Making me scream loud with pleasure and annoyance!!!

But, before I could react further, his thick thumb returned inside me...and his wet slick finger probed my ass!!!

"No no...not there...it will hurt..I don't like it..no no" I protested loudly!!

"Shut up bitch, fucking whore" he abused in tamil!!! And without warning his thick middle finger, wet and slick with my juices, pushed past my tight sphincter!!!!

"Aaaahhhhh...nooooo" I cried out in pain!!

Even before my scream subsided, his thick index finger too invaded my ass!!

The pain was unbearable for almost a minute, but he held me in place with those three fingers firmly inside my body!!!

Mani now had his thumb in my pussy and two fingers in my ass...he held me in a hook like vice grip!!!

All through this, he continued to lick my clit like a machine..sending jolts up my spine...as the pain of anal penetration subsided..and the pleasure returned...his fingers started pumping in and out of my holes..almost the same rhythm as his tongue!!!

The familiar pressure was back in my loin!!

The relentless licking, pinching and probing was mind busting...it felt like I was held down and fucked by a bunch of men...my body exploded in a million microscopic sparks!!!

I squirted in his face and a loud fart escaped my pussy or maybe my ass..as he pulled out his fingers!!!

The jets of squirt continued to splash him again and again..drenching him in my ejaculate!!!

"Fuckkkkkkk...you filthy whore..how much can u squirt in such a short time..and how many times have you cum" I heard him laugh and exclaim loudly in tamil!!

It was raining outside and inside the car now!!

I rolled to my right and just fell into the gap between seats!!! Like a spend up, wet, sticky heap of mess!!!

My naked body was now stained with his saliva and my own ejaculates, covered in the dirt and mud from the car mats!!

Suddenly the loud noise of my phone ringing filled the car!!!

I was too used and spend to bother, but Mani found my phone in my handbag and gave it to me..."it's your hubby" he smiled wickedly as our wedding photo flashed on screen and the name read 'Hubby'!!!

"Hi baby" I answered...

"Where are you?? What happened?? Are you ok??" Ben was panicking..

"I am ok baby....aaahh" I replied and moaned loudly as Mani pinched my nipple without warning!!

"What's going on?" Ben asked suspiciously...he was familiar with all my noises!!

"Ah..I'm...in...th...the cab stillll..ummm"

I managed to respond in breathy bursts, as Mani was now back at licking and fingering me!!

"Who are you with baby...why won't you tell me? Are you having sex? Without me to watch?" Ben's tone was now less concerned or accusatory..but more of a complaint...worried that he is missing the fun!!!

Suddenly, Mani grabbed the phone, switched on the speaker...

"Baby..you know I love to watch..at least shoot few videos or pics for me darling" Ben was begging now!!

"Ben sir, this is Mani, the cab driver, your wife Dharni is with me, I will bring her back safely but now we are busy, I will try to shoot videos and pics for you" Mani announced in broken english...with a big smile on his face, while his fingers were still inside me!!!

"What?? Cab driver?? Are you fucking a cab dri....." Mani disconnected the call!!

Before I could react or say anything..his fingers and tongue were on me again!!!

Mani's mannerisms changed immediately!!

He had a look of complete dominance...I could tell from that moment onwards he considered me like any other whore he might have fucked!!

He pulled away from me, stepped out and stripped his shirt and trousers off, leaving them on the driver seat.

I sat up, naked, my large breasts swaying freely and my nipples proud and erect!!

My sex and ass were still tingling from the relentless assault from his fingers and tongue!! My juices all over the seat fabric, leaving a huge wet patch!!

I looked outside the window, we were parked next to a dilapidated old warehouse, no other buildings. There was faint glow of distant lights but I couldn't see anyone nearby, except Mani's silhouette, in his briefs.

He walked up and opened the door, instantly the heavy rain splashed through. Mani took my hands and pulled me out of the car!!

I wanted to resist but he was way too strong and just pulled me along with him into the rain.

"Come with me my naked whore" he laughed loudly and scooped me up in his arms easily!! Walked towards the building and put me down near a window with old broken wooden panels. "Pull down my brief" he commanded, as we stood in the rain.

I knelt down and pulled his briefs down. His erect cock almost slapped me in the face as it sprang out free!!!

It was big and girthy!! Thickest and darkest shaft I have seen, with a bulbous purple mushroom head!!

"Holy fuckkk" I exclaimed!!

Mani laughed like a maniac "your reaction tells me that you have never seen a cock so big, have you?" He asked.

We both were now stark naked in public open air, his huge cock pointing up proudly, as I knelt in front of him. My fair skin a stark contrast against the dark night and his dark tamil skin tone.

My pussy was drooling again!

I could hear my phone ringing again, inside the car!!

"Come here whore" Mani took me by hand as I stood up. He was not much taller than me, maybe 5.8 feet or so. He had broad shoulders and a stout frame. Just like most tamil middle aged men, he had a pot belly, but his thighs and arms were like thick, strong tree stems!!

My eyes went down to his huge erect cock, and as if in a daze I knelt down in front of him again...this time taking a hold of his thick cock!!

My thin long fingers looked small and couldn't encircle his cock!!

He was circumcised and his big purple mushroom head looked like a blunt scary weapon, now fully engorged and pointed right at me!!

His balls were jet black and huge, hung heavily and were evident of the copious potent load they carried!!

"Whore, you can't get enough of my cock, can you?" He laughed mockingly. "How big is your hubby? Do you even fuck him? You sure seem like a proper whore" The tamil insults sounded extra insulting and potent!!

I didn't have any words to respond as his girthy cock mesmerized me, all I wanted was to have it inside me, right now!!

I eagerly moved closer to devour his cock, but the stink of piss and sweat hit my nostrils like a brick!!

I jerked my head back in revulsion!!

"You fucking bitch, how dare you" he slapped me square in my face!!!

My eyes went blank and my head reeled in pain!!!

It took me a minute to recover and as I came back to senses, I saw Mani standing in the rain and washing his cock, scrubbing with his bare hands, trying to clean his shaft and balls!!

"Sorry, that was a spontaneous reaction, I shouldn't have hit you"

"Umm" that's all I could respond. As my head swam with mixed emotions, but it was not fear, rather a kind of submissive obedience and horniness!!

No one has ever slapped me since my teens, when my uncles and grand dad used to 'play' with me!!

Something woke up inside me, and it made my body tingle!!

As Mani continued to clean himself, I started crawling towards him on all fours, my knees scraping in the mud, my soft palms trudging through the puddles and my mouth open and ready for him!!

Mani looked at me in awe and shock "what are you woman, don't you have any shame or self respect at all?"

"NO"

"I need your cock, now"

He didn't say a word, just walked up to me and fed me his cock, like inserting a feeding bottle!!

As we both continued to drench in the rain, I sucked and suckled on his shaft, still a bit stinky but now it was part of the pleasure, I slowly sucked and licked the stink off him, and licked his hairy huge balls!!

Mani laid down in the downpour..we were now least bothered of the water or the dirt, our bodies driven by the primal heat we needed from each other!!

(Pls comment if you would like read more of her adventures)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for Mary Beth;

Her stockings were red and all that she wore,

In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon find this whore;

She’d been naughty all year, cheating fucking and lying;

Mary Beth laid there in bed, knuckles deep in her slit,

While visions of elf gangbangs danced through her head;

St. Nick surely would punisher her, but coal would not do,

Tied up in tinsel, thrown in his sack, spanking and fucking her only way back;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

She sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window she flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on her breasts made them practically glow,

They gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to her wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

She knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles her finger few to her clit,

The driver whistled, and shouted, and called his team by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As he called into the night, she shuddered and came,

Her knees were weak, her tits pressed to the glass, St. Nick gave her a wink;

Up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

She rushed to the fireplace and got on all fours,

Her holes hoisted high, for St. Nick to enjoy.

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

He dropped his bundle of toys next to her as he admired the sight,

He pulled off a thick glove, his finger was rough as it slide over her slit.

Biting her lip she turned her head round,

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth ushered the words, “naughty,”

He peered down at her ass, as white as the snow;

She gritted her teeth as he teased a finger at her tighter hole,

Beneath his round belly she could see his cock grow;

She looked up at his broad face past a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

The right jolly old elf looked down at her with lust,

“I’ve been so naughty Santa please make me pay;”

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave her to know his toy she would be;

He spoke not a word, but dropped his red pants,

And stuffed her with his throbbing red cock;

He grunted approval as her ass jiggled with each thrust,

He hooked a finger on her mouth, yanked her head back,

“Mary Beth my Ho you will be.”

With that he filled her with ropes that were thick like a nog.

She slid off him and laid on her back, he gazed down at her with a jolly sneer.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

Ribbons spewed forth from his bag and took hold,

They grabbed her arms, tangled her legs, bound her breasts, in a cheery red way.

Just as soon as they sprung, they pulled her into the bag,

Her eyes wide with fear and delight, at her Christmas gift she’d been given tonight.

He collected his sack, he could feel Mary Beth struggle,

He gave a nod, and up the chimney they rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But she heard him exclaim, from the depths of the sack—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Mark had spent years working at a logistics company where routine ruled and excitement was a rare guest. But a few weeks ago, he landed a new job, and today, finally it was his last day. As he packed up his desk, sorting through years of papers and trinkets, his coworker Jessica stopped by. Jessica, a petite redhead with a mischievous smile and a chest large enough to strain the buttons on her shirt, had always been a little flirty with him. Of course, she also always had a boyfriend so nothing ever happened.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” she said, leaning casually against the desk. Her green eyes sparkled as she played with the edge of her blazer. “You’re really going to miss the Christmas party tonight?”

Mark looked up from his cluttered desk and grinned. “Miss the party? No way. I’ll be there.”

“Really?” she asked, tilting her head. “I thought you’d be too busy celebrating your escape.”

“Not a chance,” he said with a chuckle. “And miss watching you try to moonwalk on the dance floor again? Never.”

That evening, the office was transformed into a festive scene of twinkling lights and holiday cheer. Mark arrived in a crisp suit jacket, ready to toast to his departure. Across the room, Jessica caught his eye. She was hard to miss in a Santa-inspired outfit, a short skirt paired with thigh-high red leather boots that made her legs look impossibly long.

She greeted him with a playful smile and handed him a drink. One drink turned into two, and soon she was coaxing him into doing shots at the bar. The room buzzed with laughter and chatter, but Mark found himself increasingly drawn to Jessica. Was her dress a little inappropriate? Probably. Did he care. No ways.

Soon it was time for the obligatory end-of-year speeches, Mark took a seat at one of the tables. An intoxicating smell hit him before he saw Jessica slide in next to him, her perfume a tantalizing sent of vanilla. As the boss droned on about productivity and team spirit, Jessica’s hand casually drifted onto Mark’s thigh beneath the table. The warmth of her touch made his heart race, and when he glanced at her, she simply raised her glass in a toast, her eyes gleaming with something more than holiday cheer.

She danced her nails back and forth down his thigh. His cock beggining to twitch. That's when she slowly began to rub his thigh, deeply, moving closer and closer to his crotch. Each rub brought her closer to what he wanted rubbed next. Jessica was laughing at the bad jokes as if she was oblivious to what her hand was doing, now very directly rubbing up and down his shaft, jerking off his head through his tight jeans.

He completely lost focus to the feeling then suddenly the speeches were over and she stopped. She looked over at him laughing into her glass, "I wish you could see your face!". She downed the contents of her glass and grabbed him by the hand. "Come" she demanded, and led him by the hand onto the packed dance floor. Her hips swaying as she moved. They started dancing and having fun as if nothing happened earlier. Then Jessica began to get close to him, real close, placing her arms around his neck and grinding up against Mark. She would turn around and push her plump ass against him and expertly rotate her hips, guiding his hands over her breasts, down her long legs and then pull away dancing again. Teasing him or maybe not trying to draw too much suspicion to them, but he didn't work here anymore and he didn't care. The next time Jessica came close, he pulled her tight against him and slipped his hands between her legs, he felt her panties and rubbed her clit, moving his hand lower he felt that she had soaked through the thin lace. People moved around them unknowing to what was happening in the middle of the dance floor.

Jessica again grabbed his hand and led him away. This time outside and around the corner. He looked into her green eyes, she gazed back, what were they doing? Mark could hear the chatter from the party just a few feet away. Suddenly she pinned him to the wall and kissed him passionately, pressing her breasts against him. Their tongues danced just like they did a few moments ago, grinding together hard yet gently. She pulled away biting her lips, running her hands over his crotch again, this time finding the zipper. She dropped low and slid his underwear down, his throbbing cock nearly hit her in the face. She began to kiss his shaft, taking the moment in and kissing all the way to his head as if praising it. Then she grabbed his rock hard cock with one hand and began to suck. Just on the tip, focusing all her attention on it, his dick lost in a wirlwind of pleasure as her tongue massaged him, while she continued to bob over his head. It was nothing like he had ever felt. His breath became short and ragged. As if she knew to slowdown she began to lick him all over, from his balls, up his veiny shaft to is buldging head, which she flicked her tongue over, making him flinch. Jessica suddenly took him all the way to the back of her throat, gagging slightly. Mark felt his dick pressing against the back of her throat, and he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her by the hair and began fucking her face, making a noise in her throat with each thrust. If she was going to take what she wanted so was he. He gripped the back of her head and pushed her down hard until her nose pressed against him, his cock gone, hidden deep inside her throat. He held her there and she let him, just for a few seconds until he released her and she gasped for air, a thick piece of saliva dangling from her bottom lip was still connected and hanging on to his cock. He pulled her hair slightly, lifting her up. He flipped her around and pinned her to the wall, kissing her. He pulled her leg up feeling the softness of her skin and placed it on the edge of a pot plant next to them. In one swift motion, he dropped down lick her pussy, down low and deep all the way to the top, tasting her. He flicked her clit with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Jessica moaned and pushed his face harder into her. It was pay back time. His hair entwined between her fingers as she pushed his face deeper seeing how far his tongue could reach, grinding on his face covering him in her juices.

Jessica let out a loud moan, almost upset that har body betrayed her, she pulled him up by the hair and looked intensely at him, almost animalistic. Once more she guided him by the hand to the crowded dance floor, but they didn't stop...

Thanks for reading the intro into The Last Christmas Party. More in comments section.

As I made my way to the couch, my body felt like it was radiating heat. My friends tried to act normal, fiddling with their game setups and flipping through rulebooks, but I knew their eyes were on me, moving across my exposed body, seeing their friends hard nipples and pussy for the first time.

It felt incredible.

“Where do you want me?” I asked innocently, standing by the couch. My voice came out softer than I intended, and I saw Phil’s eyes dart from my face to my chest, lingering for a moment too long before he looked away, cheeks flushed.

“Uh…right there’s fine,” Ryan stammered, gesturing to the cushion next to him.

Fuck, I thought. That seat would put me right in the middle of all four of them, and I suddenly felt more exposed than ever. I imagined them with their hands all over me, ripping the transparent lace to get a better look at my body, descending on me, ravishing me, exposing me further and using my body for their own desires…

…but I was just letting my thoughts get carried away. After all, they’d been my best friends for years, and some of them even had girlfriends.

As I sat down, the lace bodysuit stretched taut over my thighs, my breasts pressing forward with each breath. I could feel their eyes on me, even when they pretended to be focused on their character sheets.

“Alright, let’s get started,” James said, clearing his throat. His voice was strained, like he was trying to take control of the situation. “Sarah, you’re playing the sorceress, right?”

“Mm-hmm,” I replied, leaning forward to grab my character sheet. The movement made the neckline of the bodysuit dip further, and I saw Ryan glance down before quickly looking away.

We began the game, but the usual rhythm of our sessions was completely off. Phil, who was always the first to crack a joke, was unusually quiet, his hands gripping his dice like a lifeline. Ryan kept losing track of his turns, his face flushed as he avoided eye contact. Eddy, normally the most composed, fidgeted in his seat, adjusting his position every few minutes.

The game continued, but the tension only grew. Every time I leaned over to move my game piece or check the map, I could feel their gazes on me, their restraint fraying at the edges. My nipples were hard and obvious through the sheer lace, and I noticed Phil licking his lips when he thought I wasn’t looking. Eddy’s hand rested awkwardly in his lap, and I had a pretty good idea why.

“Sarah, it’s your turn,” James prompted, his voice a little too loud.

“Oh, right,” I said, my thoughts having drifted off again, my mind filled with images of having my pussy stretched out by my friends. I tried to shake it off, to regain composure, but it was too much…

I rolled my dice, a little too hard, and they skipped over the edge of the table, landing on the floor. “Shit, sorry. I’ll get them.”

I got down on all fours, searching under the table for the dice, my hand moving across the carpet. It wasn’t until I turned back to look at them that I realised that what I had actually done was drop to my knees and present them all with my ass and pussy, big and wide and stretched and inviting.

And judging by how turned on I felt, I knew that the fabric was so wet that it had become completely transparent, giving them a perfect view of my smooth lips.

“Sarah,” James said suddenly, swallowing. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

I looked at him over my shoulder, wide-eyed but unmoving. “Doing what?”

He gestured vaguely at me. “This. You’re…you know what you’re doing.”

I tilted my head, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. “I’m just here to play the game,” I said sweetly. “I can’t help it if you guys are distracted.”

I wiggled my ass from side to side a little.

“Fuck,” Phil breather. “Distracted is the understatement of the century.”

The room erupted into nervous laughter, the tension breaking for a moment. I stood up, turning to face them, looking down at my body to see my nipples were harder than ever, begging for their attention, for their tongues and fingers and lips.

Fuck, I thought again. What is wrong with me? Am I a slut?

“Look,” I said, my body on display for them again. “If it’s such a problem, maybe I should just go.”

“No!” they all said in unison, the word bursting out of them like a reflex.

I smiled, biting my lip. “Alright, then. I’ll stay.” My eyes flicked to Ryan, who was gripping the edge of the couch like he was trying to anchor himself. “But only if you guys can behave.”

Phil groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Sarah, you’re killing us here.”

“Am I?” I asked innocently, letting my fingers trace the edge of the bodysuit’s neckline. I noticed how their eyes followed the movement, the air in the room growing thicker. “I’m just trying to have a good time.”

James leaned back in his chair. “You’re impossible.”

“Okay, fine.” I said, my head once again filling with thoughts of them ravaging me, pinning me down and taking it in turns to fuck my holes. I tried to regain my composure, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“If this outfit is that much of a problem, maybe I should just take it off?”

As I went to the bathroom in the early hours of this morning, I couldn’t help it but put my fingers across my pussy lips as I pissed, feeling the warm stream as it poured over them. Something about it was extremely exciting and lustful, I just loved it. What has come over me?

Waking up again later was much less pleasant, however. Initially it felt pretty good; Miss teasing my nipples and then my clit with her fingers. But as I rose I smelled something, and then felt it. The smooth feeling as Miss had been touching me must have been caused by some vapour rub, and quickly there was a tingling burning sensation building in my nipples and pussy lips. Holy fuck it was uncomfortable.

I wriggled and writhed against the feelings as Miss left me and stroked another handful into the boy’s cock. He was soon groaning in a similar predicament to me as Miss cleaned off her hands and held out our boxes. Still wriggling we opened them to find something very odd looking indeed. A yellowish brown stump carved into a sort of small butt plug shape; we looked up at her confused as the scent of fresh ginger floated up to us.

“Well, bend over” she smiled, taking them from us. We both got onto all fours, quite confused. Miss easily pushed the small pieces into our waiting assholes, then slapped our asses. “Great, lets go!”. She got up and headed down for breakfast.

I was still very preoccupied by the icy sensations on my sensitive parts, trying to keep my hands on them for warmth. It worked a little, though I really wanted a third hand; and as we had to start serving Miss I couldn’t do it very much at all. But that’s when the main event started to hit; the stick of ginger nestled between my ass cheeks began to itch and burn much more than the vapour rub had, and I really started to wriggle my ass as I walked around.

The boy too was clearly feeling it, wiggling and staggering around as we served Miss her food. It was really difficult to avoid spilling and dropping things as we both danced around, whimpering and gasping. Luckily it reached a point where it at least wasn’t getting worse, but it still felt bad enough as it was. The chill on my nipples and clit almost forgotten in comparison.

“Hannah, up here” Miss told me, and I obediently climbed up on the table, my hips still writhing around against the burning in my ass. “Here, masturbate for me” she said, holding out the tub of vapour rub. I looked at it in horror, but she held it more firmly towards me. The message was clear and I took some on my fingers and began to rub.

FUCK! Refreshing it like that, and then rubbing it in so far burned so strongly I almost screamed. Every breath was a whine as I held it back.

“Mmmmmmmm, goooood” Miss sighed watching me. “You too” she said to the boy without looking away, holding out his key and the tub. I watched as he removed his cage, his hard cock swelling, then took a scoop of the jelly and began to stroke. Soon I saw his expression like mine, and we were both squirming uncontrollably.

My eyes were closed from the combination of pleasure and burning, so I didn’t see Miss start until I felt her fingers at my lips. I looked down to see them coated in the rub and sliding inside me. I squealed, clenched, and gasped as I felt the sensations spread deep inside me, her fingers rubbing at my g-spot. “That’s it, cum for me! Cum slut!”

I wasn’t that close, and the rub made it so much more difficult, but under her fingers and mine I soon started to whimper, moan, and clench. Every twitch of my pussy or ass causing a jerk of my body as the rub and the ginger burned. When my climax hit it all got much worse, the pleasure causing more clenching which in turn caused more burning, more jerking, more clenching. I screamed as the intensity of it all took me over.

“Cum in her” she turned to the boy, pulling me to the edge of the table and moving to give him access to me. The burning intensified and deepened as his cock slid into me, spreading and smearing the stuff over my lips too. The clenching and wriggling of my body seemed to cut through the discomfort for him, and soon he was pulsing and spurting his load into me.

I could hardly feel it dribbling from me, the freezing cold of the vapour rub just overtaking all else I was feeling down there. My pussy and ass burning so strongly. All I could do was lie there and squirm constantly.

“Doesn’t she just look delicious like that?” Miss said to the boy, cleaning up his cock. “It’s almost a shame to end it.” They stood and watched me continue to wriggle. “Clean her up then come to my feet”. She handed him a wet cloth and left.

He was still wriggling from the ginger, but he carefully cleaned off my nipples and my pussy lips. I felt him hesitate about inside, and held my hands out to stop him, shaking my head. “No… that’s it” I gasped, sitting up on the edge, then quickly jumping to my feet, the position making the feeling of the ginger much, much worse.

Miss invited us to join her on the couch, cuddling us close as we continued to wriggle. We sat like that for the rest of the morning, enjoying her company and some Christmas movies. Gradually the feeling of the ginger wore off as time went on, and we wriggled less and less. By lunchtime sitting down at the table was bearable, but still caused us to wriggle to Miss’ amusement.

Finally after we ate we were allowed to remove the plugs, though the burning didn’t completely subside for a while after.That’s when Miss picked the bottle of hot sauce from the cupboard

She coaxed the boy’s cock a little to get it nice and hard, then drizzled a line of the sauce along the top. “Come and give him a nice blowjob” she said sweetly to me.

Oh crap. I hate hot food, so I was definitely not looking forward to how my mouth would feel after this; but that was nothing to the nervous expression on the boy’s face.

Only a few seconds in and my top lip was burning, and it only spread worse from there. The sauce spread through my saliva and soon my entire mouth was on fire - how must his poor cock have felt? I just mechanically bobbed my head back and forth, trying to ignore the pain, but the only distraction was the thought of what Miss would be doing with me next and how that would feel.

“That’ll do” Miss suddenly said, pulling me back off him and standing watching. He was panting and clenching his fists, his cocn throbbing and twitching in front of me. Miss giggled, “don’t you like hot food?” she asked innocently. I shook my head. “Well it’s good that I do”. She began kissing me roughly, lifting me to my feet and helping me back up onto the table, my ass perched right on the edge. She pushed me back, sat down and poured a generous dollop of sauce directly onto my clit.

The sensation was delayed, but just a few seconds and I gasped then screamed as my clit began to burn furiously. As though that was the signal she was waiting for, she bent down and began licking and sucking on my clit furiously.

Holy shit it felt awful and amazing at the same time and I couldn’t focus on either one of them. I felt hot sauce dribbling down between my lips, around my entrance, and continue down around my asshole. I clenched up tight, desperate to keep it out but also knowing what was coming next. Sure enough my entire crotch was soon absolutely on fire, with Miss furiously attacking my clit.

I couldn’t hold myself up, falling back onto the table and wriggling. Miss wrapped her arms around my thighs and just kept going and going.

“Fuck, oh my god, oh shit, fuck!” I screamed totally out of control.

“Shut her up!” she told the boy, indicating my head, and he climbed up and jammed his cock into my mouth. I tasted the sauce some more, refreshing the burning now at both ends, as he began to fuck my mouth against my noises.

My lust soon overcame the pain and my screams were only those of pleasure, muffled by his cock, as Miss pushed fingers inside me. I really screamed then, but she quickly found my g-spot and drove me right over the edge, screaming louder than ever. My hips bucking up against her, the burning getting worse as I clenched and made me jerk around, flailing.

The scene was too much for the boy as well and he quickly exploded in my mouth, cum and hot sauce smearing my cheeks, nose, chin.

I lay there squirming yet again as I came down. The burning sensations coming on strongly as my orgasm subsided and my holes began to clench less wildly. Both sets of lips, all three holes, and the skin around them burning strongly.

After cleaning her fingers Miss sat back and watched us both in our discomfort, slowly stroking her pussy and moaning. The pain was too much for me to focus on much else now the stimulation was gone, but I still felt a thrill of being her plaything - suffering for her pleasure. I could hear her noises as she climaxed, then suddenly her wet fingers were in my mouth. “For being such a good girl” she said, kissing my forehead, “Let's cool you off”

From the freezer she pulled a glass dildo, the smooth surface covered with a spiral down the length of the shaft. I clenched and gasped as she brought the freezing tip to my pussy lips, beginning to pant as she pushed it deeper inside. Her gaze settled on my heaving chest, biting her lip and bending down to suck one of my nipples into her mouth. My head fell back in a groan, and she used the opportunity to slide the glass toy all the way into me in one smooth stroke.

Oh fuck it felt good. The cold more than countering the burning, and creating a sensory experience all of its own. This not the burning cold of the vapour rub earlier, but a penetrating, deep cold that spread and just felt incredible

“Get some ice cubes” she told the boy, fucking me so slowly as he brought them. She took one and pushed it carefully inside my ass, followed by a second. It wasn’t easy to stay relaxed and let her, but I had little choice. The cold spreading even more, and instantly feeling it dribbling from me. Two more went into my mouth. “Fuck her face, and keep these on her nipples”

All thoughts to the burning feelings were gone, the boy gasping from the ice in my mouth, and me trying to as he rubbed cubes around my nipples. Miss, meanwhile, took another piece and used it on my clit as she fucked me.

Being the centre of attention is heaven.

My nipples were still rock hard and standing out from the cold as I lay panting, cold water seeping from my ass, the dildo, now warmed up, hanging from my pussy, still twitching around, and more of the boy’s cum on my lips and chin. Suddenly I felt a brief, sharp heat accost my chest. My eyes snapped open and looked down to see a bright red splash coating one nipple, and just in time to see Miss pour another from a candle she was holding. The contrast with the cold was intense, but after the initial shock, felt really quite nice.

Even my pussy now has a pretty puddle over my lips and clit; though they’re all beginning to crack.

We sat glued to each other waiting for the credits of Rounders to play. Seconds pass without any sound, with just a black screen.

Mike Mcdermott is just pulling out wads of $pre-2000s $100 bills.  “Nothing that you have to pull that amount of money out for is a good idea.” I whisper to J.

“If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you're the sucker. First piece of dialogue in the entire film and he practically calls himself out as the sucker immediately. Really, you're going to take like an entire minute to show where all these wads of cash are stashed that you presumably worked really hard for and then go somewhere with it after saying that sentence you are absolutely screwed.” J can’t help but quip sitting in my lap enjoying the festivities. 

“Your goal is to win one big bet an hour. Well, now we see you at least where you got all that money from.” J can't help but add, with a hint of amusement and more than just a little bit of criticism. 

“So wait, you have Thirty thousand dollars and everyone in this particular game knows you as someone that only bids five hundred a night. So that's sixty times your bankroll– two months of effort, and that's assuming that you do nothing else– taking a risk or making a run at it is fine. It's reasonable. You wanna be the World Series of Poker champion sure sure that that makes sense, but this this thing this opening that you're doing here where you spunk your entire savings –the equivalent of sixty day– and instead you're going to spunk it in one night. Make it make sense, though. There's no way to make that risk reward ratio work out..And then on top of that. you have got a friend that's a veteran rounder, a man in his 40s, that has been doing exactly what you've been doing more and better since the time he was 19. So let's say he's 45 that would mean that he has twenty six years of experience on you and he's even offering before you've lost any money, before you spent any money at all to take you to some games where you know you'll win and he knows you'll win, and he's offering to do it with you and not just one, but multiple. Yeah, we can't really calculate how much that is, but we can calculate that you're not going to lose thirty thousand dollars doing it. You're skilled enough to make thirty thousand dollars  in whatever span of time and you say no that is awful.” I finish and  feel J wiggling around in my lap pressing more and more firmly into me. leaning against me, using my chest as a pillow and getting more and more heated as she watches Mike Mcdermott just absolutely eat it. 

“OK, so he goes bust and winds up working on the truck for nine months.” J adds succinctly pressing against me. 

An hour in we can already tell Worm is a complete piece of shit Mike basically agrees to spot him more or less at the Chesterfield and Worm runs him up for Seven grand ouch. 

“I didn't remember the scene where he had actually won the amount, he needed to pay Gramma and KGB and also had five thousand dollars left, then was goaded into risking it all. I think it's cool that he won twice. This kind of proves the point about limitations rarely being rewarded and often encouraged to be pushed for no real benefit. Like OK first of all, if he had just. Not bet his whole bankroll in the beginning he wouldn't be in that situation and like, yeah, you, you can totally make the argument that, ‘hey, risks need to be taken or if you don't risk anything’ you don't gain anything or risks are necessary, which is basically just the first point over again, but ultimately, if he had just thought about it rather than being arrogant about it or egotistical. He wouldn't have been in that situation. He wouldn't have had to lie to his girlfriend which ultimately led to their breakup. He wouldn't have had to do anything with worm but at the same time.Worm headed out, and he chose to keep going in a way that was just digging himself another hole, more and deeper and faster but there's several instances where like.People that were absolutely antagonistic and ready to beat the absolute tar out of Worm didn't feel that way towards Mike at all because he was polite and did things straight up.”  I unleashed the verbal equivalent of a tidal wave of thought, part of which we had both been having for pretty much the entirety of the second hour of the movie.

“The thing is, if it had just been a Mike and Knish movie It would be a completely different movie. It would be a better movie, and I would argue that the beating that he took from the cops and everything just wasn't necessary. I mean. He didn't cheat. He didn't immediately call out Worm and tell him to Piss Off but he didn't cheat. That was all Worms’s doing and the cops took it out on him in a way that they didn't need to and honestly, frankly really shouldn't have. But if it had just been a mentor mentee type film it would have a completely different tone and I don't know if it would be the same sort of reception personally, I hope that it would be as popular, if not more popular. I mean there's moments with Knish and KGB and Judge Petrovsky where it's very Older brother, mentor, father kind of and that's great. But it's also a different feeling. I don't feel like Worm added to that movie in the slightest. He's a scumbag. He remained a scumbag. Every single moment of his screen time was like. ‘Watching a petulant child be a petulant child.’ There was no redeeming quality to him, with the sole exception of his standing up for Mike and not rolling over on him like that was his one thing hs one moment of not being just absolutely terrible the entire time but that one good moment does not make up fo running up his staked seven thousand dollars. It's essentially assumed that he's going to win the World Championship of Poker given his whole thing with Johnny Chan.There's certainly other poker movies that do the whole taking on the World Championship of Poker series thing but in the end, Mike wins.I feel like in a way he also loses because he could have just as easily chosen to  not go through that break up, the beating and the doubling of his money, which again only really got him back to where he started. Everyone has flaws, sure, but at the same time.There were times where he could have been more aggressive and it would have worked out for him, and there were times when he should have just not even been in the situation he was in if he had stuck to his own boundaries, which was exactly what he was talking about doing and then ultimately didn't do.He decided to be out for somebody and she left him because he lied. He didn't have to lie and he tried to and it cost him that relationship. She wasn't wrong to leave him because she was in fact following his own advice that he literally gave her and at the same time he could have had a wonderful and loving and caring relationship with the woman that worked at the Chesterfield that came to his apartment to collect the money that he owed them.” J mentioned for once bringing up romance which was typically my bag to deal with.

“The idea that limitations are seldom explicitly rewarded if you choose to do something risky and you stop before you incur whatever that risk is you've succeeded, but you've still acted in a way that had an inherent risk Instead of choosing something that didn't have the risk at all and avoiding it completely. I think that should be celebrated significantly more than it is I can't think of any movie offhand that actually does that or a book for that matter, and I really want to see that because you get rewarded way more for not taking unnecessary risks than for taking risks and just calling them necessary.” It really makes me think back to what I expected Project Gutenberg to be versus what it actually wound up being like. I was thinking it was going to be this beautiful romance between two people. Versus reality clash and both help each other to come out ahead without things going to some ridiculous extreme and not going for The Gordon Gekko endless wealth route.” J added, getting up and kissing me slowly. Couldn't help it, my mind went back to that cheesy, lovely, absolutely beautiful Hong Kong counterfeiting version of Fight Club. I just couldn't help imagining this beautiful romance where someone that clearly had the talent and the ability to completely destroy this one really specific element of the status quo and just decided ‘No, this isn't for me I'm not going to get any happier or any personal fulfillment out of wrecking the financial system let me just reproduce paintings and make a more than comfortable living.’” 

“I can't help but think about Sau-Ching and how there should have been more than one ‘Imitation’ of Yuan?” J whispered passionately between kisses. I felt swept up in a moment of deep emotional passions. I felt my mind going blank. I couldn't think, I couldn't plan. It's probably a good thing. I mean, the best things take a little time to grow, don't they? It's not instantaneous. It takes effort. 

“There’s something just absolutely beautiful about the potential that was there, even in the context it’s shown it’s clear that to Lee Man all she is to him is a convenient way of getting his own Yuan, rather than her own person, and that is tragic and sad, but if he had looked beyond that obsession and really saw her, this woman he saved, that shared his passion, that shared his love of this thing, than there could have been something entirely different and truly long lasting rather than just a short term and ultimately hollow means to an end. ” I lean into her kiss, loving that we are on the same page with this, that she understands and loves and feels deeply about this in the way that I do. 

Pulling away and turning around to face me she leans in and to my surprise stops just short of kissing me to speak. “Neither of us seem to really have a preference for tragic endings or pointless actions; it leaves us in something of a weird spot when the story we want to see told is ultimately so much different than what winds up on the screen and it isn’t just this one example of Sau-Ching; you and I would happily watch a series that was just Han’s character from the Fast and Furious series, constantly searching for that interesting B story, the side characters, the funny dorky, B plots. The problem as I see it, is the difference between what you and I see as entertaining compared to what the popular culture wants to see, but at the same time talk to movie lovers and it seems like something in film died post 2010. It’s an interesting thought the regression of film, from this peak medium into almost actively encouraging book culture and causing it to flourish not because of a fresh generation of talented and passionate writers, but because movies have become a haven for remakes, lazy writing and IP dynasties. J paused a moment taking a breath and now it was my turn to lean in and kiss her deeply. 

Thank you for the comments and messages. You can find part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/s/RDCeS9Q0kN

So, this is the part that inspired me to make the 'confession' to begin with.

After the 1 night, I didn't see the guy again for a while. We both travel and were never in the same place. We did text occasionally and sometimes send some pics. End of October I was seeing this other guy. Nothing serious but we had been on a couple of dates and he was nice. He had great muscles but was pretty gentlemanly and nothing had happened yet. We were planning to go out to party on Halloween and had been messaging increasingly x-rated stuff. The morning of our Halloween party he sent me a dick pic. It was the first time I'd seen it and I'm not generally a fan of dick pics but he was HUNG. We were fucking that night no doubt. Of course, that very afternoon, cumshot guy tells me that he's in town but tbh I wasn't that interested at that point. Anyway, Halloween party comes. I'm dressed as a sexy cat (tiny black dress) and he is The Devil. But my date proceeded to do shot after shot with his buddies and was blackout drunk by 9pm. What a fucking waste. I left early and alone. In the taxi back I texted cumshot guy and we arranged to meet the next morning. I was tipsy horny so I told him I'd been thinking and fantasising about what we did last time.

Next morning, I go to his hotel. Straight to the room. He answered in a robe. He had literally just got out of bed. There was a bit of small talk and it was actually slightly awkward. I think he was expecting that I'd just immediately start sucking like I did last time but after the previous nights disappointment I wanted to be sure of getting a good fuck. After a while we start making out on the sofa and his dick is sticking out of his robe but I still hadn't made any move to suck it so he asked me to come shower with him. In the bathroom he was stripping off my clothes and found my sexy thong set. Well as soon as he saw that he had me up sitting on the bathroom counter and was kneeling in front of me. Wow he knows what's he's doing with his tongue. I spent 5 minutes in absolute heaven before got up and led me to the shower. This time it wasn't me sucking in the shower, it was him doing the work. His hands and fingers were all over me and I could barely stand up. He dragged me back to the same spot on the bathroom counter. This time my legs were over his shoulders and his arms wrapped around my hips. It felt like he was sucking on my entire pussy and his tongue working up and down. I don't often orgasm just from oral but I EXPLODED! I was shaking all over and had to push his head away because I don't think he was planning to stop.

He gave me about 10 seconds to rest at most before he took my hand and led me to the bed. We were both still dripping wet from the shower. He pushed me face down onto the bed. The combination of amazing licking I'd just received and the way he was taking control made me very obedient. He went to get a condom from the night stand and I took the opportunity to suck on his dick for the first time but he pushed me away and said 'later'. He had me kneeling on the side of the bed with my face down. I guess I got him really turned on because he was not gentle when he entered. Actually he pounded me like that. He was slapping my ass, pulling my hair and even a little choking. But all the time he fucked me deep hard and fast. I think I'd definitely cum from that normally but I was still coming down from my orgasm. He kept it up for about 10 minutes then I could tell from his breathing that he was close. I started to tell him how much I wanted his cum. He pulled out, grabbed my head and pulled my mouth onto his dick. The position I was in made it pretty difficult to take him deep. I was just trying to move into a better position when he groaned and there was cum in my mouth, a lot of cum. He was holding my head, moaning and clearly enjoying it. I did my best to swallow but some came out. Definitely not the facial I was expecting.

This got long so I guess there will be a part 3.

The Holiday (Part 1)

I slid the flowing skirt up and over my naked cheeks, revealing my pink pussy to him. I was wet with excitement and anticipation of what he would do next. He stood in front of me, his eyes glued to my exposed sex. "You're so beautiful, princess." He said softly. "So perfect."

''Thank you,'' I blushed. ''Are you ready to go now?''. "Yes, but I want to see more." He said as he took a step towards me. "I have something for you," he said, reaching into a bag and pulling out a small box. It had a remote control vibrating butt plug inside. I gave him the remote, and he turned it on. I could feel the vibrations through the box. My mind running wild, I could feel myself getting even wetter. "What are you going to do with this, Mr.?" I asked. "You'll see," he said as he walked back behind me.

I felt his fingers touch my ass gently, spreading my cheeks apart. His tongue touched my asshole, licking around it slowly. I moaned softly. He then slid two fingers deep inside me. I gasped. "Oh god." I said quietly. "I'm going to fuck you now." He whispered in my ear. I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, and I knew that he could feel how wet I was. "Please," I begged."Please what?" He said, still fingering me.

"Please fuck me," I said. "Tell me what you want." He said. "Fuck me," I said. "Say it louder," he demanded. "FUCK ME!" I screamed. "That's better," he said. "Now tell me how much you want my cock." He said. "I want your cock inside me. Please fuck me!" I pleaded. He pulled his fingers from my dripping cunt and placed them against my asshole.

I jumped slightly at first, but soon relaxed and allowed him to push his fingers inside me. He started to pump them in and out of my tight little hole.I began to thrust my hips back against his hand, trying to get him deeper inside me. Suddenly, he removed his fingers and pressed the butt plug against my tight opening.

I groaned loudly as I felt the cool silicone press against my hole. He pushed harder, forcing the plug inside me. I let out a loud gasp as I felt it slip past my tight ring and into my ass. He held it there for a moment, letting me adjust to its size. Then he began to slide it in and out of me. I could feel it stretching me, filling me up. It was amazing. Soon, he stopped moving it and instead moved his body forward. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his hard cock. I cried out as I felt him enter me.

I was filled with pain and pleasure at once. He began to thrust his cock into me, pushing the plug deeper and deeper. I felt it hit the base of his cock. I moaned loudly as I felt his cock fill me completely.He began to thrust faster and faster, driving the plug deeper inside me. The vibrations from the plug were sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.

His hand reached around and grabbed me by the throat. I felt his strong arms tighten and pull me back into his chest. He was grunting with each thrust. He was fucking me like a man possessed. I could feel the pressure building within me. I wanted to cum, but I didn't want this to end. I wanted to be fucked until I passed out.I was so close to cumming when suddenly he stopped. He released my neck, and I collapsed onto the floor. I looked up at him, panting. He smiled down at me. "Turn over," he commanded. I did as I was told.

He spread my legs wide and began to lick my pussy again. I moaned loudly as his tongue flicked across my clit. He began to insert one finger into me, then another. He began to move them in and out of me. He continued to lick my clit, occasionally flicking it with his tongue. My hips began to buck against his face, trying to force his tongue inside me. He would stop every few seconds and slap my pussy. I cried out in frustration. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You'll find out soon enough," he replied.

Every slap on my clit only built up the pressure. 'Please let me cum,' I begged him. He inserted a third finger into my pussy. As he stretched me further, I cried out loudly as I felt myself begin to cum. He ravenously licked my clit as I came. I screamed out in ecstasy. He continued to lick my pussy until I had no more juices left. He stood up and positioned himself behind me. He pressed his cock against my pussy and slowly slid it in.

'Look at that breedable pussy,' he mused. I looked up at him and bit my lip. He began to pound into me. His cock was hitting the base of my womb with every thrust. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. He began to fuck me harder and harder. I could hear the slapping sound of our bodies colliding. He was grunting with every thrust. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Come for me, princess," he demanded.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I felt my pussy tightening around his cock. "Yes!" I screamed. "Oh God, yes!" I cried as I felt my body shake violently. He continued to pound into me, and I could feel his cock growing even bigger. As another wave of pleasure shot through my body, I knew that I would not be able to take any more. He slammed his cock deep inside me and held it there. I felt his hot cum shoot deep into my womb. He held it there until he had emptied himself completely. He pulled out and collapsed next to me on the floor. I lay there exhausted, waiting for my body to catch up.

I turned to look at him. "Shall we go now, Mr.?" I whispered. He smiled at me and kissed me gently. "Yes, let's go, princess."

You're an emperor in Persia, and you lord over a huge kingdom...

Every few months, your servant asks you to describe the next group of harem girls you want, ages 18 to 21. There are millions of young women in your kingdom... and for them, to have your babies would be a dream come true. You can have your pick.

You sit down with your servant and come up with descriptions of 100 women. The servant goes through the land, seeking 100 eager women who meet your description. You can't wait. You pace through the palace all day, filled with restless lust. You deliberately hold off my from sexual contact or masturbation for two weeks. You want to build your desire, even if it's torture.

Finally, the servant sends a message. The 100 girls are with him, and they are getting ready.

He describes the preparations...

First, they are shown to their quarters. They will live in extravagant comfort. A palace right next door. After being shown in, they are taken to a bath house. A group of older women bathe them, shave their body hair completely, and dress them in beautiful robes. The older women also massage a kind of light fragrance into their pussies. They know that you like their natural scent, but also like a hint of fragrance. The girls come out, gleaming and fresh, and lounge in the quarters. The servant says they are ready for you.

You gallop to the adjacent palace, cock hard and trembling. You can't wait... You walk into the main hall. Oh my god.. So many beautiful girls. Girls with voluptuous bodies, in their prime. Perky breasts and asses, elegant hairstyles, glowing skin. They smile at you and giggle as you enter. They are all virgins... So they are somewhat shy, but also eager.

You throw yourself onto a huge bed, a giant bonfire crackling nearby. You talk to the girls, laugh, flirt, relax. There's no rush. You're the emperor. You can do what you want, and they want you, too.

Every night, you ride to the palace and have a new girl. You don't have to worry about condoms, preparation, anything. You can lead an eager, giggly girl back to the room with the bonfire. You throw her on the bed, rip her clothes off, and bury your raw dick in her raw pussy. You shoot your thick, juicy cum inside a new girl every night. They moan and thank you so, so much.

You can do anything you want.

Sometimes you have sex with a girl in front of the 99 others, and they all cheer and dance. Sometimes you get drunk, and 6 girls lick your dick and balls at the same time. Sometimes you take an aromatic bath with 10 smiling girls at the same time, and you wildly fuck girl after girl in the hot, steaming showers. Sometimes you sleep in a huge bed with 5 girls at night, and you caress and fuck them raw at random points in the night. Sometimes, when you feel like it, you bury your face in a random girl's booty, and go to town like an animal. No need to ask, everyone here is eager for anything you want 24/7.

Of course, you get to know the girls. Their backgrounds, their interests, personalities, passions, quirks. That only makes the sex so much better. You don't just want anonymous sex. You dine with them, play sports with them, debate issues with them. You learn their names. You enjoy their company and engaging with them as individuals, too. The best part is not just that they are wildly sexual and want you, but they also want to know you and become emotionally intimate.

After some time (ranging from a few months to a year), the girls leave. They are full of your cum and satiated, and ready to have babies. You keep in touch, and visit them periodically. The ones you connect with most become your wives. But after a while, the servant comes again, and asks you to help him find new harem girls. The process begins anew.

Part 1

"All of your clothes," I said again.

And as her hands finally moved toward her panties, I added, "And open up your eyes Clare... you need to see how much our friends are enjoying the present I've brought them..."

Her eyelids opened with a visible weight. Every little bit of their movement was clearly a struggle against the gravity of her situation.

But she didn't let them slam shut. When they opened it was obvious her eyes had never stopped staring into mine, even through her eyelids, asking if I was serious, asking if she had to...

I returned her stare, but my lips answered, "Yes". As I moved my eyes to her panties and nodded my head.

Her thumbs looped under what passed for a waistband on each of her hips, she pulled the band up and over them. Slowly she lowered her panties before letting go, allowing gravity to peel her damp pussy from their wet spot, freeing them to fall.

They made no noise as they hit floor, or what noise there was was downed out by her breathing.

I examined her... but I'd seen her before... after all, she was mine.

I looked over at the friend I had sat at the dinner table just to her right. On the periphery I caught her eyes follow mine and her head slightly turn. Then it snapped back to staring in my direction almost immediately. When my eyes met my friend's they didn't, his were clearly locked onto her as he sat ever so close to her naked trembling body. And I'm sure she saw my smile widen as I saw the lust in him, the same hunger she must have seen in that brief glimpse she stole.

If anything, she now seemed to fidget harder. I loved whatever this was doing inside her... and soon I would insert more than just dangerous feelings.

I gave the command that it was time.

The command was simple.

"Now," I said firmly but calmly.

I witnessed the question for what flash in her eyes before her eyes were ripped from my view.

My male friends had sat on either side of her, till that second I gave the command, and then they were no longer seated at all. They were up in a flash. One swept whatever dishes had been before her aside, then her shoulders and arms were in both their hands. She was pushed onto the table, bent over it, her chest held down to it.

I watched her struggle and thrash and she start to... sob? Or was it moan... already?

I was up and circling the table in no time, unzipping myself and freeing the lust from my pants as I did everything I could not to sprint toward the little pussy I'd grown to so enjoy.

Except this anticipation felt different. It felt better. It felt like I was about to take her again for the first time, and I was.

This was to be the first time I'd deliver on that original promise I made her, to make her little rape fantasy come true...

As soon as I was close to her I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock, I aimed it at that little pussy.

I painted strokes up and down her opening with my tip.

I spread the fingers on my other hand, reached for the back of her head and pushed them into her hair, down to the roots, before tensing and taking control of her. I pulled her head back and with my elbow pressed against her spine, I forced her to arch.

"Open your eyes Clare... I want the girls to see how your pupils explode when my cock enters... I want them to know that however you fight, deep down this is what you..."

And at that second I thrust forward, hard, filling her.

I heard her familiar moan cut through her sobs.

I repeated, "this is what you..." as I pulled my cock out slowly.

Then I reentered her with a hard violent thrust after each of my next words.

"THIS" and she moaned.

"IS" and she again moaned.

"WHAT".

"YOU".

"WHERE".

"MADE" and she moaned.

"FOR." and she gasped.

But with that last thrust I just let myself stay buried inside her.

I threw my weight down on her body, my mouth to her ear.

And whispered, "This is what you were made for... this is your purpose Clare."

And for whatever reason, maybe it was the calm I displayed, maybe the tone, I felt her body calm under mine for just a second.

But then I finished, "And after you've served your purpose for me, you're going to serve it for each of my friends here. The ones who hold you down, the ones who will keep you still when I pull this cock from your pussy and stick it in your innocent, little, asshole..."

And then I felt the fight in her really begin.

Nat's eye was twitching. Between the constant bickering from the kids, no one picking up after themselves (including her husband whose ass had been firmly glued to the television for four hours watching some half-porn tv series) and the fact that she hadn't been able to wash her hair in three days, she was absolutely done.

She locked herself in the bathroom to have a quick smoke, but started up the shower. The heater always took a moment to kick on, so she let the ice cold water spray from the shower as she disrobed. Staring at herself in the mirror, she wasn't entirely mad at what she saw.

Her tits hung a little lower than when she was in college, her hair had some gray streaked through the brown, and her eyes showed just how tired she was, but all in all, she still looked good. Steam started covering the mirror and she took that as her cue to get into the shower.

She scrubbed her head, making sure to get at every potential spot of grease in her hair. She tried to keep her focus on getting clean, but her mind strayed. That email had sent her for a loop. After running around all day yesterday, driving the kids from one practice to the next as her husband went and drank with his friends, she wasn't expecting to find much more than spam in her inbox.

Are you an exhausted mom and wife just needing relief? Send us a message.

Right after she read it, she had gotten a notification that her husband bought another round on the guys based on the price. Frustrated, she emailed back, not thinking that it was much more than another spam email her filter didn't catch. She wasn't expecting the quick response, with a nearby address attached to it.

Lathering her hair was conditioner that smelled vaguely of coconut, she found herself wondering what it was. Some sort of divorce support group? A weird mom's book club truly existing to hide wine drinking? After listening to her kids yelling at each other over whose turn it was to use the computer and her husband not listening to a single word she said, she figured it wouldn't hurt to find out. Desperate times and all that.

Quickly washing her body after her hair was to her liking, Nat stepped out of the shower and dried off. She put on a modest amount of makeup, nothing that would make Curtis suspicious, if he even dared to avert his eyes from the game. She slipped on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, with a hoodie to go over it. Curtis would think she was going to the gym.

Without anyone bothering to ask her where she was going, Nat casually slipped out from the house and into her car. She drove silently to the location on the other side of the city district, pulling up to a small, ranch style house. It was neatly decorated, and had a few cars parked in the driveway. According to the email, she still had a half hour before the event, so she watched.

Around the ten minute mark, a woman opened the door. A large man stood behind her and the woman spun around and gave him a tight hug. Beaming, the man hugged her back and waved the woman along. Clearly around the same age, the woman had a lightness to her step, and a wide smile filling her face.

Nat watched as the man looked around and finally landed his gaze onto her car. A slight smile pulled at his lips and he waved then beckoned her to come in.

Turning off the car, Nat slipped out of the driver's side and made her way across the street. She looked at the man, taking in his features. He had to stand at around six-two, a head and some change taller than she was. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, a tight flannel shirt hugging his barrel chest, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had a long but well-kept beard and a shaggy way his light brown hair laid.

A small wetness bloomed between Nat's legs, and she tried to ignore it. She stuck out her hand.

"I'm Nat," she said.

"Devon," the man said in a low timbre that added to the chill slowly developing along her spine. "Please, come in."

Nat stepped into the house, the smell of cinnamon hitting her nostrils, with a faint redolence of musk hanging in the notes. The house opened up into the living room that hosted casual, new furniture and a fireplace. No television was in sight.

"Let me get you a drink," Devon said. "Water, wine?"

"Um, w-water is fine," Nat said. The strangeness of the situation was slowly setting in. She was at some man's house without her husband knowing. Part of it felt dirty.

Devon came back with a glass of water and gently handed it to her. She couldn't help but notice his strong hands and how they seemed to move so delicately. He gestured her to have a seat on the couch and she took one. He sat down at the other end.

"So, what's with the email?" she asked.

He smirked, "It's going to seem strange, maybe even a bit perverted, but—," he paused, smiling softly to himself, "I've noticed that a lot of the women in our town aren't treated right by their husbands or boyfriends. That their kids are exhausting them. That life is exhausting them." He put a strong emphasis on the word 'life'.

"It just never seemed right to me. Women deserve love. They deserve attention. Women are goddesses on earth that deserve to be treated as such. So, I started what I like to think of as community service. In five sessions, I can help a woman feel like a woman again."

"Five? Why not one?" Nat asked.

Devon shook his head, "Too overwhelming. You've spent so much time being treated like everyone's babysitter. Too much would throw you for a loop. Plus, this way we can add in a little anticipation."

"How much is it?" Nat asked.

"Free. Like I said, I consider it a service."

Nat tossed it around in her head. A man offering to make a woman feel like a goddess? That could only mean one thing. The logical part of her was telling her to run, to not look back. The emotional part, the one feeling exhausted and unappreciated was adding a slickness of moisture to her pussy as she imagined this man's face buried deep within her."

"So, what would be the first service?" she asked, trying to keep her words level.

"A massage. As simple as that. Just to help you get some of the base tension out."

She looked at his hands, at his arms. It might not be much, and it was only a massage, but the thought of him even giving her a backrub simultaneously brought moisture to her eyes and vagina. She nodded her head.

"A massage. That's not mad. Sure, I'll take a massage." Devon beamed and slowly got up, as if in an attempt to not scare her off. He grabbed her now empty cup from her and placed it on a nearby credenza. He grabbed the top of the coffee table in the center of the room and rotated it until a small massage table took its place. He then pulled some sort of unseen lever and brought it up to about his waist.

"Please," he said. "Strip down and lay on the table. I will grab the oils."

As Devon left the room, Nat unzipped her hoodie and placed it on the couch. She removed her tank top and sports bra, the summer night still not being warm enough, her nipples hardening on the cool air. Her yoga pants were also stripped off after she kicked off her shoes and socks and she laid on the table only to find it surprisingly warm.

Looking through the hole of the face rest, she listened as Devon made his way back into the room.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," Nat replied. For what, she didn't know. Ready for a massage? Ready to let some stranger touch her? The confusion and the smells of the room mixed within her, making her body feel like it was vibrating. She did her best to hold still.

Fingers, slick with oil, rubbed into her shoulders and spine, the surprise touch almost enough to cause her to come undone. Nat tried focusing on the feeling, of the strong hands kneading into her muscle, a trail of tingles following where he had moved from. He worked her spine and rubbed her lower back, removing a knot that had to have been there from before the kids were born.

She tried to stifle her moans, but the feeling was overwhelming. It had been months since Curtis had touched her at all, and years since he did it in a way that wasn't selfish. Her own touch, stolen in showers, was never enough for her and only proved to leave her more frustrated than when she started.

But now, these fingers digging into her flesh, she wanted more. She was ready to let Devon touch her anywhere, and by the time he started rubbing her calves, she was ready for him to take her on the table.

He fondled her legs with expert fingers, working his way up the thigh. Nat became shameless with her moans, hearing the lust on every one, begging for more. As he worked closer, she made the conscious effort to arch her ass up just a little bit, feeling the closeness of his mass hovering just inches away from what she wanted him to touch.

"P-please," she moaned. "Please, touch me there. I want to feel you massage it.

He continued his ascent up her thighs, the outside of his finger now grazing back and forth across her slit, the wetness smooth out the roughness of his finger. Nat shook as she moaned, the teasing just putting her closer and closer to the edge.

One hand found her ass and rubbed deeply, the pads of his fingers pushing into her flesh. That would have been enough, but his other hand finally turned and her rubbed her clit gently.

Nat bit down on the table, moaning gutturally as he rubbed her bean back and forth horizontally. Playing with her ass added to the feeling and she arched more, opening herself up to him. The ass hand worked its way to her anus, a hole no man had touched since college and he gently pushed the first knuckle into as he continued playing her clit like a violin.

The insertion sent her off, her unoccupied cunt clenching as the orgasm ran its course outward through her body. Devon kept pressure against her clit, one finger in her ass as she rode it out. She came down, ready to thank him for the massage, but as her breath caught up to her, Devon switched it up.

He shifted his hand to cup her vagina, sliding two fingers into her. Gripping the sides of the table, Nat clenched her body at the penetration, screaming FUCK at the top of her lungs, her post-orgasm cadence clear on her voice.

Holding her ass down with his finger fucking hand, Devon thrust his digits back and forth into her quickly, the piston triggering another climax in her quickly. This time, her pussy clenched around his fingers, adding more to the sensation. Her groan that came from this orgasm was a noise she couldn't remember ever making before.

"Turn over," Devon ordered, his voice caring but commanding. Nat, feeling like jell-o, managed to turn over even though every inch of her was shaking. Casually, Devon slipped his fingers back into her, this time making sure to add pressure to Nat's g-spot as his other hand started playing with her tits.

"Fuck, you are absolutely beautiful. This body should be fucked and touched daily," he growled down at her.

Nat reached between her legs, grabbing his wrist to hold him inside her as she watched him watch her shake and writhe from his touch. He kept thrusting into her, his hand squeezing her tits and rubbing her nipples. She closed her legs around his arm as another orgasm slammed into her and through her other arm around his neck, holding him close. He held her up with his other hand and his fingers slowed down their movements in her.

Collapsing in a pool of herself, Nat watched as Devon licked his fingers clean, his eyes closed, savoring the flavor of her on his hand. It was enough to make her want to go again, but she could feel that her body wasn't ready for another round.

His fingers thoroughly cleaned, he handed her a towel before helping her shaking body back into her clothes. Retreating back to his kitchen, he came back with another glass of water that Nat happily drank in two quick gulps. She sat next to him on the couch, her hips touching his, not wanting to stray too far just yet. She needed that touch to come back down to reality.

As she finally came back down to Earth, she realized that it had gotten late. She jumped up, saying she needed to go.

"Of course. Drive safe. I hope you enjoyed your time here today."

Already at the door turning the knob, Nat stopped. She turned around and threw her arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of cinnamon she now knew was coming off of him.

"When can we do the next session?" she asked.

He gripped her back, his strong arms adding a new layer of comfort, "Just email me. We'll find a time."

This is an excerpt from EST X4 Mirror, Mirror Chapter 5 Mirror of the Past...

Sinking my tongue so deep in her asshole that her body alone shook like a little rag doll. Folding her legs back on herself while my tongue slowly pulls from her tail. "Tell me your name? You know mine, so share what I am fighting for?" That was only the pause in between her asshole and cunt. Leaving the skin to want my touch as my tongue plowed right into her wet snatch. Dragging my tongue out of such a tight box, breathing heavy hot air upon her clit while doing this.

"Carmen" I said in a squeal. To feel the power of my entire life just coming to this one point in time! "Mmm name is Carmen" I was trying to speak but Mirror's tongue gave me trouble in doing so. Wheezing as my stomach is scrunched up. Wheezing while my cunt is creaming over that missing tongue! "Please, Oh for the God's... Ooooh OooOoooOoooo Yesss!" As bad as I wanted to hold her close to my fucking cunt the feel of her lips, the suction that Mirror is putting on my pussy! Clutching the sides of the table. Holding on for dear life as my biggest orgasm yet is raking my body. "I, cannot, breathe!" That did not stop my body from letting loose with my next squealing moment. "Ooh fuck Ooo Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh!" Feeling my legs as they folded under the pressure. Feeling my body as this orgasm trembled every part of my existence! Feeling the way that Mirror's mouth had made a popping sound as it was no longer attached to my drooling cunt!

Thinking in the back of my head, "How does it feel to fuck such an old woman? To taste her pussy and never get it again?" Pushing these thoughts completely out of my head because I was not in school anymore, I had graduated up to the big girl's life and this was my job!

Spanking her ivory tail to flip over. Wrestling with the feeling about how real this felt just as I saw the thing that makes me cream my jeans. Resting just above her dripping pussy. You could actually tell that it was trying to open up, trying but failing in the end. "What a shame" I moaned sinking my tongue right into Carmen's asshole.

To go from wanting more, to actually having it jabbed in your arse. The stutter I felt in my breathing. That certainly panged while taking a breath. Feeling my eyes go cross as this amazing woman has turned me into a sex crazed maniac! Letting out a minor O, one that would not be missed by my body.

"Oh" that feeling of giving into the desire. "Ooh" that feeling of surrender. "Ooooh, shit" barely holding back the full gusher! Taking a breather to communicate, trying my luck at something that I am not very good at. "Mirror, Oh Mirror..." Squeezing every portal in my body till it is closed! "Mirror! Cum! OooohOooohOooohOoooh!"

To feel her tongue still licking your tail. Still plugging your odd hole and making me enjoy the torture! Once more from the bottom of my loins with my full body behind this amazing butt bashing I am getting! "OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss!"

Collapsing on the table. Out of breath and will power to stand up right any more. "Wow" I managed. "That was incredible" wheezing out the last of that sentence. "How?" As I tried to stand, rolling off the table just to have my legs not support my body.

I wanted to grown in pain but due to that amazing woman my body refused to give into my misery. "I want" as I started to claw my way up the far leg. My nails are chipped and bloodied by the splintering wood. "To kiss you, to drink in your soul, to have you sink with me" but my cries for help were only moans. Moans for more pleasure, more reaming, more orgasms!

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