Chapter 6

The weeks whizzed by in a blur. Threesomes with Jenni and Dave became a regular fixture, and when work didn't hold me back, I'd meet up with Dave after the school run for indulgent morning sessions of heated passion. Ben popped by every other weekend, and in between, I found myself entangled in spicy sexting sessions with men I'd connected with on the apps. A couple of them, I'd even met up with for casual sex. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex, and I was having the time of my life.

One evening, Jenni extended an invite for drinks with a few other school mums. We ended up getting quite drunk in the local pub, and near the end of the evening I found myself alone with Jenni. I was drunkenly telling her how grateful I was to her for opening my eyes to the world of sex and introducing me to Dave. We were getting quite emotional.

Looking around to ensure no prying ears were nearby, Jenni leaned in, a conspiratorial air about her.

"You know, there's someone else I've been meaning to introduce you to," she whispered.

"Oh?" I queried, intrigued. “Someone with a big dick?”

"Oh, absolutely," she replied, lowering her voice even further. "I've met a new bull, he goes by the name Philipe, he's French, and... he's an OnlyFans creator."

I'd vaguely heard of OnlyFans, but it left me a tad perplexed. "A bull?" I inquired.

Jenni rolled her eyes, a chuckle escaping her lips. "I forget how green you are to all this," she said. "A bull is a non-monogamous man with a massive cock who fucks other men's wives and single women."

I was feeling a rush of arousal at the revelation. This sounded like something I might be into. "And the OnlyFans part?" I inquired, my interest piqued.

"So, he's got an OnlyFans page where he shares videos of himself fucking women with his massive cock," she explained, forgetting to moderate her voice in her inebriated state. And just as she finished that sentence, the music abruptly stopped, and her proclamation of "massive cock" echoed in the sudden silence. A few nearby heads turned our way, prompting us to dissolve into fits of giggles.

Reality was beginning to sink in slowly. "Bloody hell, Jenni, have you made a porno?" I whispered.

"No! Well, I suppose you could label it that way," she chuckled. "He simply recorded us, and it's accessible to his paying subscribers—only a few thousand people."

"Oh my goodness," I gasped, "What if someone from the school sees it?"

"Highly unlikely, it's just a few thousand among 8 billion. The chances are minuscule. Plus, my face is blurred in it," she reassured.

"Alright, I suppose that's pretty low risk," I concurred, my body responding with that familiar warmth between my legs as I listened to Jenni's tales of sexual escapades.

"Anyway," she carried on, taking a generous sip of her wine, "The thing is, he's incredibly attractive, well-endowed, and he absolutely blew my mind. I wondered if you fancied a go with him."

"Oh my goodness, on camera?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, why not," she shrugged. "At the very least, it'll give you something to enjoy while having a solo session. Here, take a look at him." She grabbed her phone from the table, flicking through some pictures until she found the ones she was after. "Look at this."

She showed me snapshots of a well-built, nude black man. His erect member was indeed impressive. She swiped through a few more pictures, now featuring Jenni herself, her lips wrapped around his member as she pleasured him. The final picture displayed her face, covered in his cum.

“Fucking hell Jenni,” I gasped, “You’re so naughty.”

“No naughtier than you, so don’t give me that,” she laughed, “I’ve seen you with cum on your face, remember. So are you interested?”

"Well, I'm interested in that cock, but I don't know. Besides, what makes you think he'd be into someone like me? I'm hardly the stuff of a porn star," I confessed, grabbing at the bulge of my post-kid belly.

“Are you kidding?”, she told me, putting her hand on my bare thigh, “You are smoking hot. I could suck your big tits all night.”

If I wasn't already aroused before, I certainly was now. I'd been intimate with Jenni multiple times, but always in Dave's company. Now, I was viewing her in a different light. Was I on the brink of experiencing my first encounter with a woman without a man around? "We could head back to mine," I suggested to her. "You can focus on my breasts while I test out my new vibrator."

And that's precisely what happened. We indulged in passionate, alcohol-fueled lovemaking for several hours, exploring my extensive collection of toys. I climaxed so many times that keeping track became impossible.

After we finally caught our breath, lying there naked, sore and slick with sweat, she brought up Philipe again. "Should I drop him a message?" she inquired.

"Go on then," I agreed. "The mere thought of it is making me both anxious and turned on."

Seizing her phone, she snapped a topless, sweaty selfie of us in bed and sent it to Philipe, asking if he was interested in fucking me. His response came swiftly—a resounding yes, suggesting the following day.

"Oh bloody hell, Jenni," I gasped, feeling the nerves kick in. "I'm so jittery. Will you come along?"

"And watch you with Philipe? Absolutely!" she enthusiastically replied.

***

The following day, Jenni and I arrived at Philipe's city centre apartment around mid-morning. OnlyFans had become his full-time gig, bringing in substantial income. As he swung the door open, Jenni made the introductions. Philipe exuded ease and charm, and I found myself warming up to him immediately.

His bedroom resembled a movie set, adorned with multiple cameras mounted on tripods, assorted lights, reflectors, and laptops. After getting us drinks and some casual conversation, it was time to get down to business. I perched on the bed beside him while Jenni settled in a chair across, observing. I felt a rush of nerves as if I was losing my virginity.

We shared a kiss to kick things off. Philipe's touch was both firm and gentle, his broad chest muscles palpable through his shirt. It didn't take long for me to start feeling aroused. As he tugged my top over my head, my ample breasts were unveiled, clad in a lacy bra. The awareness of the cameras trained on me heightened my sensations, adding a thrilling sense of allure and audacity to the moment.

Philipe's hands gravitated to my breasts, caressing them, his thumbs tracing over the lace, teasing my pink nipples that peeked through. A surge of sensation shot through my body, straight to my core. Our kisses grew fervent, urgent, as if I craved him desperately.

He guided me gently backward onto the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried. With measured intent, he began unfastening my shorts, the anticipation of his touch causing me to instinctively reach for my own breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples. In a deliberate sweep, he removed both my shorts and knickers in one smooth motion, discarding them carelessly to the floor. He opened my legs and moved slightly to the side and I realised he was making sure one of the cameras captured the view of my spread pussy.

It dawned on me that Jenni was also privy to this sight. Curled up in the armchair, she sat with her jeans undone, her hand slipping beneath her knickers, silently observing the scene unfolding before her.

Philipe parted my folds gently with his hands, positioning himself between my legs. His tongue made contact with my clit, sending an electric jolt of pleasure coursing through me. The sensations intensified as he delved into licking, his tongue assertive and slick. I found myself clutching at my breasts, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me. "Oh God," I gasped, overcome by the waves of ecstasy. He persisted, his tongue skillfully dancing around my sensitive clit until, unable to hold back any longer, I gripped my breasts fiercely. A tidal wave of sensation crashed over me, causing my entire body to convulse and writhe in the throes of a powerful climax.

Philipe leaned in for a kiss as I basked in the warm afterglow of my climax. My fingers found their way to his belt, swiftly undoing it to reveal his impressive, hard cock—every bit as substantial as Dave's. With both hands, I tenderly stroked it, relishing the firmness beneath my touch as our lips met in a passionate embrace.

He moved onto his back, and it was clear he wanted me to suck his cock. Glancing at the camera positioned at the foot of the bed and catching Jenni, her fingers working fervently between her legs while she attempted to stifle any sounds of pleasure, I took his member in hand, admiring it. “Mmm, your cock is so big and hard,” I murmured to him, a tinge of excitement lacing my voice..

Careful not to obscure the camera's view with my hair, I traced my tongue along the entire length of his shaft before enveloping the tip with my lips. His size was such that I couldn't possibly accommodate even a fraction of his girth in my mouth. Instead, I focused on sucking and licking the tip while both hands worked his shaft with a deliberate rhythm.

Suddenly, he was on top of me, firmly holding my arms down as he drove his cock inside me. The sensation was intoxicating—feeling him enter me, asserting dominance. His deep thrusts elicited cries of pleasure from me. Each withdrawal left me feeling aching and yearning, only to be met with the overwhelming ecstasy of being filled so profoundly as he continued to thrust.

Lifting my legs and pinning them back against my shoulders, he intensified his rhythm, pounding into me with fervour. Amidst his thrusts, thoughts raced through my mind of the multitude of women he must have pleasured on this very bed, and I felt lucky for being among them.

My body teetered on the edge of another climax when he abruptly withdrew from me. A cry of frustration escaped me, but he swiftly plunged his middle two fingers inside, vigorously targeting my G-spot. In an instant, a colossal wave of sensation engulfed me, propelling me into a squirting orgasm of monumental proportions. My wetness sprayed upwards, forming an erotic cascade over both of us.

He kept up the rhythmic motion, relentlessly stimulating me to experience one squirting orgasm after another. It was an onslaught of sensation, a torrent of release that surged through me repeatedly. It felt like an endless cascade, at least ten times over, until the bed beneath us was thoroughly drenched. I had never fathomed that I could produce such an incredible volume of squirting pleasure.

Before I could catch my breath and regain my bearings, his rigid cock was thrust back inside me, driving deep with forceful intent. He pounded into me vigorously, his tongue intertwining with mine while his hands fervently explored my breasts. Any sense of surroundings faded away—I was oblivious to the cameras capturing our every move. All that existed in that moment was the intense union of my core and his relentless thrusts.

Amidst this passionate fucking, I soared towards another climax, lost in the sheer intensity of our connection. My body convulsed with pleasure once more, my fingers clenching tightly against his back as I rode the waves of ecstasy crashing over me. The world dissolved into a blur, leaving only the relentless dance of my pulsating core and his driving force within me.

After he withdrew, a moment of respite settled between us. I glanced at Jenni, her complexion flushed and heated, her hand lingering within her knickers. Sweat patches adorned her grey top, evidence of the intense pleasure she'd experienced. It was clear she had indulged in several orgasms of her own. With a subtle gesture, she offered me a thumbs-up, a silent acknowledgment of the exhilarating encounter we'd just shared.

Philipe handed me a bottle of water, and I eagerly took a few sips, my body drenched in sweat from the intensity of the encounter. Moments later, he guided me onto all fours on the bed, positioning himself behind me. Without hesitation, he penetrated me from this new angle, driving into me with fervour.

"God, yes!" I moaned ecstatically as he entered me, his sizable cock engulfed by the tight, slick walls of my core. With my face buried in the bedding, I surrendered to his forceful thrusts, feeling him spread my cheeks as he plunged into me. My breasts swayed wildly, dancing to the rhythm of his relentless thrusts. The intensity grew, and I found myself climaxing once more in response to his unyielding pounding.

"I'm going to come, turn around," Philipe commanded in that alluring French accent of his.

Swiftly obeying his instruction, I turned over, offering up my breasts, cupping them and presenting them to him. With one hand grasping his cock, he grabbed his phone to capture the moment. Then, as he masturbated for a brief moment, he let out a grunt, releasing copious streams of cum that showered my breasts. It seemed to last far longer than I had anticipated, coating me entirely in his substantial release.

"Fucking hell, that was incredible," I gasped, my body collapsing back onto the bed in an aftermath of sheer pleasure. At some point, Jenni had shed all her clothes and made her way over, beginning to lick the remnants of Philipe's cum from my breasts. Her tongue traced patterns across my skin, cleaning me off with delicate precision, each pass sending shivers of tingling pleasure through me.

"You were so unbelievably sexy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "This is going to be the most mind-blowing sex tape ever." Her lips met mine, and we kissed, the taste of Philipe's essence lingering on her tongue. Surprisingly, the taste ignited a surge of arousal within me, intensifying my desire. Soon, we were entangled in a passionate embrace, exploring each other with fervent touches and urgent caresses.

Jenni straddled me, our lips locked in a feverish kiss, when a sudden cry escaped her and she gripped me tightly. It dawned on me that Philipe, still hard, had entered her from behind. With the same fervour he had shown with me, he began thrusting into her vigorously, eliciting passionate moans of pleasure from her. In the throes of ecstasy, Jenni climaxed intensely, burying her face in my ample breasts.

Philipe exhibited astounding stamina and energy, moving between pleasuring both of us, seamlessly alternating between our yearning cores. His endurance was remarkable, his passion evident in every thrust and movement. Eventually, I found myself lying on my back, with Jenni perched atop me, her wet and lush pussy poised tantalisingly over my face. I eagerly delved into her, my tongue exploring every inch of her, lost in the depths of her arousal. Meanwhile, Philipe resumed his relentless thrusts into my own eager cunt.

Amidst the heated passion, I heard Philipe grunt once more, a signal of his impending release. Suddenly, I felt the warmth and wetness flood me as he poured his essence inside me, filling me with his climax.

Jenni descended eagerly, lapping up the remnants of Philipe's release that trickled from me, while Philipe captured every intimate moment in close-up on his phone. Surrounded by this sensual atmosphere, I couldn't help but feel a surge of liberation and allure. In that moment, I realised I had ventured into the realm of creating an explicit film—a sexual revelation that filled me with a surprising sense of pride.

The sensation of feeling so unabashedly sexy and daringly naughty stirred a newfound confidence within me. I had ventured beyond the confines of my previous experiences, embracing a sense of liberation and empowerment. It was a revelation that marked a significant shift in my sexual journey—a chapter that, amidst its exhilarating and passionate encounters, left me with an unexpected sense of self-assurance and pride.

To be continued...

Making you Mine

What I desire is quite simple. To claim you, and only you.

We have been dating for a few weeks now, and in this short time I have become even more confident in my decision. I know deep within my heart that I want you to be the mother of my children.

I can tell by the way you talk and the way you interact. How the world seems to dance around you, versus the other way around. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Your hair cascading down your back catches the sun in ways I cannot describe. Do not even get me started on your eyes.

The way your back and hips curve, and your ass is just ready for my hand. I can't help, but keep you close to me. Always walking on the side closest to the road to make sure no harm comes your way. I want to protect you, I want to provide for you, but I also want to own you.

He drops his keys on the counter and I can tell that something has been on his mind all night. He is a quiet individual, but he is more quiet than usual. At the same time, he also seems more... determined about something. Yet, I have no idea what it is. His confident, but short replies to the staff at restaurant were not mean, in fact quite polite, but they exuded a power I have not seen from him. I couldn't help myself from getting slightly wet at dinner. Especially when he looked at me with that gaze full of hunger. I could tell his appetite was changing from food, to something else.

He takes my coat and kisses my neck from behind. A new action that sends shivers down my spine – something is definitely up with him. We have not had sex yet, but I can tell tonight would be the night. In fact, I am hoping he makes the first move. I am usually too timid to make the first move, and prefer the man to lead. In fact, it was one of the reasons I was attracted to him in the beginning: he is a natural leader. As an academic at the local university, he is constantly engaged in acts of service and public lectures. I am so proud, and excited, when I get to see him talk in public. He has a charisma that is unmatched, without being arrogant.

I lead her into the living room by the hand and ask if she would like anything to drink. She nods in answer, suddenly short of words. Odd, since at dinner she was talking up a storm. Is what I want that obvious? If she only knew what I truly wanted.

I come back with two glasses and a bottle of wine. I turn on the fireplace and we talk for about an hour. I ask about her job, her family, her dreams, but her answers are so short. She seems distracted. I place my hand on her leg, trying to calm her sudden nerves. This has suddenly turned into a hunter versus prey situation, and I am quite certain we both know what are roles are.

--

God! I can’t even think straight anymore. I am suddenly intimidated by this man. His presence seems so much larger than before. His scent is intoxicating and the way he is looking at me brings both goosebumps and heat at the same time. He then places his hand on my leg, not realizing that if he rose his hand any further up my thigh, he would feel how truly wet I am under my dress. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, where I can peak at his chest. Muscular, but not in an overly gross way. Just a man that takes care of himself and doesn’t over indulge. His arms are toned and veiny, and his hands are those of an artisan. He is a painter and woodworker, and it shows. He has already shown me the pieces he has made. Almost as beautiful as him.

It is time to take what I want. I can tell that she anticipates it. I lean in for a kiss and our lips touch. Her soft, supple lips graze across mine lightly before they lock together. Our tongues instantly betraying our true intentions as they begin a dance of their own. I place my hand in her hair and massage her scalp as I take in her scent and kiss her. The sound of our kissing filling the room as my hand works up her thigh. Not surprisingly, she is soaked. She flinches only slightly when I rub my finger across her panty line, teasing her labia with my finger tip. A soft moan escapes her lips as I take my other hand begin to lightly cup her breast. Feeling for the first time the fullness in my hand. Although she is a C, my hand can easily grasp most of it.

I move to her neck and tease her collar bone as I move my hand south, across her stomach and underneath her dress once more. I lean in, forcing her to lean back on the couch as I slip my hand underneath her panty line again. Only this time, I keep going. Lightly nibbling on her ear as I begin to trace a pattern across her folds. Not penetrating yet, but certainly letting her body know that is my intention.

His hands and mouth are on me and my mind is completely blank, save for the fact that I want him to continue. All of my boundaries have slipped away and at his point in time I feel I would do whatever this man told me to do. In a few short minutes he has completely wrapped me around his finger, almost literally. As his index finger slowly penetrates and spreads my lips I gasp into his mouth. His thumb circling my clitoris sends waves through my body, making me instinctually open my legs for him to have more access. I can tell by the movements of his mouth that this caused him to smile – almost as if he anticipated it.

Suddenly he sits up on the edge of the couch and gently, yet firmly, moves me into a position in front of him on my knees. I immediately begin unbuckling his belt, his hands massaging my scalp the entire time, causing my vision to blur in pleasure. The way his hands move and feel are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I slip off his belt and I unbutton his dress pants, revealing a significant bulge in his underwear. He raises his hips enough for me to free his pants and underwear and I am greeted by the longest and thickest cock I have ever seen. I had no idea this man was packing such a wonderful secret. I try to wrap my hand around it, but is difficult. The shear weight of it only half hard from the kissing is impressive. I notice that he has a dribble of pre-cum on the tip so I use that as a target as I bring him to my lips.

--

I can’t help, but moan as I enter her mouth. My massages turning to a firm grip as she attempts to take as much of me as she can. I can feel myself thickening against her tongue, her wetness slickening my shaft for what is to come. I can feel the heat rising within me. An animalistic instinct that I have been suppressing for so long. The need to mark, the need to claim, the need own. I place both of my hands in her hair and I begin to push down, testing her limit.

--

His hands push on the back of my head, forcing his cock further down my throat. I am forced to relax my throat to accommodate it, but a gag escapes nonetheless. However, he simply holds me there, forcing me to submit to his demand as I catch my breath. I eventually am allowed to pull out with a gasp. Saliva covering my mouth and my makeup beginning to run. I can tell my struggle excites him. His balls are extremely full and tight, I am not sure how much is stored in there, but it must be a significant amount of cum.

--

I give her only a slight breath of air before I plunge her down onto my cock, this time with more force. Her gags filling the room, but she is putting up with it so well.

“That’s my good girl”, I say.

My words seem to have the appropriate effect, as her enthusiasm increases ten-fold. Working to make me as hard as possible, not realizing that I don’t plan on finishing down her throat.

--

I hear him say those magic words and my mind, which I thought was blank, is now completely filled with purpose. This man I would do anything for. I want him to cum in my mouth. However, before I can start again, he picks me up and brings me to the bed. Stripping me naked and climbing on top of me. With a fluid motion he spreads my legs with his and begins massaging the head of his cock against my opening. I am completely soaked from the activities of before and ready to receive him, although I am not so sure about his size.

He pushes his cock inside me with a gentle firmness that is impossible to describe. His cock spreads me open to the threshold that would normally be reserved for pain, but he doesn’t cross it. It is the ultimate stretch that maximizes pleasure, bringing me a fullness I have never felt before. He does not immediately thrust his entire length in, but slowly slides in ensuring that every single nerve is activated. My body arches instinctively as he wraps his strong arms around my waist, pinning to me to him as he takes me. I don’t even care that he’s not wearing a condom, I assume he will pull out… I hope.

His arms move to above my shoulders to balance his weight, so it’s not all entirely on me. Rather he provides me with a safety blanket of a portion of his weight, one to pin me down as he begins to thrust more rhythmically and deeper inside me. Feeling his cock touch my cervix brings a sudden awareness of my fertility. Today is definitely not a safe day.

He continues to thrust inside me and I can feel an orgasm already well up inside me. His mouth moves to nipples and it sends me over the edge. With my nipple lightly between his teeth my back arches again as my hips dance on their own, cumming all over his cock. I scream out as he continues to take me, the pleasure almost unbearable, yet not wanting him to stop.

--

I flip her over onto her stomach and pull her hips up into me, her ass pressed against my pelvis as I once more take a grip of her hair, lightly pulling her head back as I take her on all fours. My heavy balls slamming into her clitoris with each of my thrusts, her legs weak from her recent orgasm. I support her with my hands so she just has to simply take it from me. Not like she has much of a choice right now, anyway.

--

I have become nothing, but his submissive toy. My body is completely spent and he continues to take me. I can feel his full balls slapping my sensitive and swollen clit. He seems to have grown thicker inside me in this position, something I thought would be impossible.

“I’m going to make you mine” he says. In a way that leaves no room for argument.

I panic slightly. Is he going to...? Is that what he means? The implications of him finishing inside of me would be profound. Is this the man I want to spend the rest of my life with? He is a capable, charming, beautiful man. Yet it feels so soon. However, my body betrays my true feelings. Deep down, I am hoping he makes me his.

My thoughts are answered when I hear him grunt like an animal, filling the room with a primal sound unlike any I have heard from a man. His cock swells inside me and I feel a heat like never before enter me as jets of his hot, thick, seed flood my fertile pussy. I can feel spurt after spurt of his sperm explode against my cervix as he clenches his fingers into my hips and pulls me against him. I gasp as his cock massages my cervix, continuing to drain inside me. He stays inside me and softly rocks his hips, ensuring that his seed finds his mark. He kisses up my back to my neck and whispers into my ear…

“You are mine.”

Keith stared in disbelief at the woman he saw in the full-length mirror in front of him. A pair of crimson, three-inch heels started the outfit, giving way to fishnets running up her smooth legs. The centerpiece of the outfit was a black and red gothic Lolita dress. Fluffy ruffles and frills of lace gave a playful edge to the short skirt and revealing top. Transparent black mesh covered her arms below the shoulder. The top was low cut, dipping low enough to give just a peak of her small but firm cleavage. Straps ran from the top to a trimmed collar around her neck. Her dark hair was left down, falling just short of her shoulders, framing her face. Her lips were painted with a deep red that looked nearly black, giving sharp contrast to her pale skin. Light mascara and eye shadow drew attention to her piercing blue eyes that seemed to look through Keith’s soul as he stared.

The sight left Keith in a daze, there was no way he was looking at himself. There wasn’t a trace of himself in the reflection, no matter where he looked. No, this wasn’t him anymore. Sure, Keith was the one looking into the mirror, but Kelly was staring back at him.

“How the hell did I get here?” He asked himself, thinking back to how this all started.

-Two Months Earlier-

Keith’s ears perked up at the sound of high heels clicking across the floor upstairs. He was sure they didn’t have plans tonight, just a quiet Friday at home. His confusion grew when Jasmine called out from the top of the steps.

‘So, I was thinking about our conversation the other day, and I have a surprise for you.” Keith flushed as he remembered the conversation she meant. They had been talking about their sex life and he told her he was feeling more submissive lately and wanted to explore that. At the time he didn’t notice the glint in her eye.

Keith heard the heels click down the stairs, and gasped as she rounded the corner. Her outfit was stunning. Calf-high leather boots with sharp four-inch heels matched a black leather corset with gleaming silver buckles. His gaze, however, was captured by the strap-on standing erect at her crotch.

She strode over to him and grabbed his chin with one hand. “You’re going to follow orders tonight, right?” she whispered in his ear. He nodded, still dazed by the situation he found himself in. “Good.” Before he could protest, her other hand came up and expertly ran lipstick across his lips. As he started to catch his bearings, she thrust a dress into his hands. “Get dressed, then your going to suck my cock.”

He hesitated. They had done pegging before and both enjoyed it, but he had never been dressed up, never used his mouth, and she had never called it a cock before. As he stared at her blankly in shock, she grabbed his hair and pulled, bringing an involuntary moan to his lips. “Now slut.” She barked at him, pulling him to his feet.

He quickly slid off the gym shorts he was wearing, then pulled his tshirt over his head, letting them land in a heap on the floor next to the couch. Jasmine had taken a seat, her strap-on standing proudly. His cock hardened as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of her. He hadn’t expected this, but it was turning him on immensely. Tentatively, he licked the tip of the strap-on.

Jasmine grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled his mouth onto the tip. “Come on slut, suck my cock like you mean it.” Her grip firm, she guided him up and down the length of the dildo as he blushed. He slowly lost his hesitation, beginning to work the dildo in earnest with his mouth. This close, he noticed it was their double-ended strap-on, the other end inserted into Jasmine’s pussy, giving her some feedback on the movements.

He barely noticed that her grip had loosened, no longer needing to guide him as he bobbed eagerly on her dildo. Gaining confidence, he attempted to slide his mouth fully down the toy. He made it, the tip of the strap-on just barely poking into the back of his throat as his nose pressed against her crotch. She let out a surprised moan as the motion pivoted the dildo inside her. He gagged, coughing slightly as he pulled back, but he was determined to make her moan again.

With renewed vigor he deepthroated the dildo and held it as long as possible, using his tongue to flick the dildo filling his mouth. She moaned again and her hands flew to his head, holding him in place even as he fought not to choke. She pulled his head back and he coughed, gulping in air. She smiled, giving him only a few moments of reprieve before pulling him back down her toy. She moaned and held him there, grinding her hips into his face as the toy inside her rubbed across her G Spot.

She let him pull back again as she panted. “Yes slut, make me cum with your cute mouth.” She pulled him back down again after he caught his breath and began alternating. She would force him to deepthroat her and grind herself against his face, then give him a chance to breathe as she rapidly thrust in his mouth. Before long she pulled him down to the base of the dildo and wrapped her legs around him, clenching and shaking as she moaned out her orgasm.

After she came down from her climax, and he had caught his breath, she pulled his face up to look in her eyes again. “Good job slut. You’re such a good cock sucker aren’t you? Do you want your reward now? He nodded blankly, he had given in completely to being in her control. She stood, up, pulling him to his feet and laughing at his cock tenting the front of his dress. he had been so focused on sucking her, he hadn’t paid attention to his cock that had been rock hard and throbbing the whole time. She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled to the bedroom.

Once inside the door she spun him towards the bed and pushed him face down onto it. He felt her lift the back of his dress, exposing his bare ass and hard cock to the air. There was a click then a cold drop of lube landed on his exposed ass, her finger swiftly rubbing it around his tight hole before slipping inside. She grabbed his hips, pulling his ass up so she could line the tip of the strap-on against his hole. “Beg for it slut.” She ordered as she pushed just a bit of the tip against him.

“Please fuck me.” He begged weakly.

“Louder! tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck me!” He begged again, louder, fighting against her grip to try and push his ass backwards to no avail.

“Please fuck my ass with your big girl cock, Mistress Jasmine. Say it” She slapped his ass hard.

“Please fuck my ass with your girl cock Mistress Jasmine.” He cried out. “Make me your good slut!”

Jasmine grinned and sank the dildo into him in one quick thrust, tearing a moan from Keith’s lips. She started pounding him rough and fast, pulling back against his hips with each thrust to push in as deeply as possible. He moaned as she drove into him again and again, fucking him so hard the bed shifted under them with each thrust. His hard dick swayed in the air, leaking precum into the front of the dress. After a few minutes of pounding she grabbed his dick and started jerking him slowly as she thrust. He whimpered as the jolt of pleasure made his ass clench around the toy driving into him. She started stroking faster, her thrusts never losing pace.

“Cum for me slut. Let me hear you moan while you cum with my cock in your ass. You’re my little slut and I want you to cum for me.” Her teasing sent him over the edge and his legs tensed. She drove her strap-on into him as deeply as she could and held him there. She could feel the toy move as his ass spasmed and his dick pulsed, cum splashing into the front of the dress.

As his orgasm ended, she pulled out of him slowly, grinning as his asshole twitched at the emptiness, and helped him to his side. She laid behind him as he caught his breath and cuddled up to him. Her arm wrapped around his waist as she spooned him, her fake dick still hard and nestled against his ass as he came down from the scene. She stroked his head while whispering to him.

“What a good slut you are for me. I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

This is the story of how a chance encounter at a Thai massage parlour changed Freddy's life forever. He'd been going to the place for massage and extras for a few years, so knew what went on there, that they didn't do just massage, the whole deal. But the masseuse who was assigned to him for this massage was different. She just wasn't like the others. And Freddy knew as soon as he left the spa that he wanted to see her again.

The soft scent of jasmine filled his nose like usual as soon as he stepped into the place. It was a complete oasis, a serene, plush, beautiful building which carried with it promises of relaxation and bliss which Freddy was more than ready for. He'd had a hard month at work since he'd last been here. His office desk was cramped and made his back hurt. He actually needed a massage more than anything! He always did when he came to this place. The extras were just a little something, well, extra, a fancy indulgence which was the cherry on top of a wonderful massage. And of course, they employed exclusively beautiful women here, which made the whole thing even hotter. Freddy paid the receptionist for an hour and sat down in a chair to wait for his masseuse to come and greet him.

It didn't take long for the woman he was to see to appear. "Hello, I'm Gianna," she looked at him. "Ready for your massage?"

It was all Freddy could do to stop his jaw from hitting the floor. Gianna was actually the most beautiful woman he had ever seen at this place! She must have been in her mid-20s, and her long black hair framed her cute, perfectly round face in a way that spellbound him. And although she was wearing a loose-fitting pink massage tunic, he could tell she had a beautiful petite body. "Y-yeah!" Freddy managed to splutter. "Hiya, I'm Freddy! Lovely to meet you."

"Same to you. Follow me, sir." Gianna turned and led the way into the back. Freddy's gaze fell on her shapely butt as she walked ahead of him to the room. He couldn't believe his luck. "Would you like a shower before we start?"

Was... was that a native British accent Freddy heard in Gianna's voice? This was a first for him at a Thai spa. He'd never been massaged by a woman who was actually born here in this country. This was amazing. He felt a level of connection immediately that he'd never felt before with a masseuse by virtue of this simple fact. It was like they had something in common that he'd never had with any other Thai masseuse! He was so happy he could burst.

"Yes please," Freddy replied. This place had ensuite showers in the room for customers' convenience and masseuses' comfort. He always liked to accept the pre-massage shower out of respect for his masseuse.

"I'll get that turned on for you. When you've finished, lay down on the bed and I'll be in to see you." Gianna turned and left the room, hitting a switch by the door to turn the power on for the shower. Freddy jumped in, showered quickly, and jumped onto the bed, mind racing about what was to come.

There was a knock at the door and Gianna returned. "Would you like soft or medium pressure today, sir?" she asked Freddy.

"Soft please!" Freddy replied. He always asked for soft pressure to give the masseuse an idea of what he wanted, a nice, teasing, relaxing massage with a little bit of a delight at the end. It usually worked, but Gianna wasn't really having it. The massage wasn't exactly teasing. Soft pressure, yes, but she didn't go near his erogenous zones, she didn't tease his balls, run a finger up his butt-crack, anything. So Freddy decided to try to chat to her, to see what she was really about.

"How long you worked here for, Gianna?"

"Why do you ask?"

"J-just making conversation."

Freddy's heart sank a little. His attempt to break the tension had completely failed. This girl was gorgeous, but must have been the coldest masseuse he had ever met. He wondered at this point whether she was even going to offer him anything extra.

Time to flip over, and Gianna performed a perfunctory massage for a few minutes on Freddy's legs and arms before the moment he had been waiting for arrived. "Would you like any extras, sir, or are you okay?" Freddy's heart skipped a beat.

"I'd love that, thank you! What do you offer?"

"Hand relief, topless hand relief, nude, or body-to-body." Despite her cold demeanour, Freddy was itching to see her body, to feel it on him, to feel her hand around his shaft. This was going to be incredible.

"Body-to-body, please!" Freddy replied, and Gianna gave him the briefest of smiles before she got up, went over to the dresser, turned away from Freddy, and stripped off. Freddy always propped himself up on his elbows for these moments so he could watch his masseuse strip. First went Gianna's massage tunic, then her leggings. She was wearing a lacy bra and G-string set which made Freddy inhale sharply when it was revealed. Her ass was even better out of her leggings! Gianna unclasped her bra and pulled her panties off before turning back towards Freddy.

Freddy could not believe his eyes. The sight of the woman who stood before him was so incredible. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Petite frame, perfectly large, enhanced breasts which were perfectly in proportion with the rest of her body. Hips which swelled just the right amount for her figure. A gorgeous shaved pussy. And beautiful caramel skin.

She grabbed her bottle of oil, and came and lay down next to him. Although he'd asked for a body-to-body massage, there was no hint that she was about to press her torso against his in any way. There was a good few inches of space between them.

"You're so beautiful, Gianna!" Freddy spluttered. She smiled at him in a silent thank you. "Can I touch your breasts?" Gianna nodded, and Freddy reached out his hand. Her skin was soft as silk, and although her tits were fake, they were still squishy enough to resemble real ones. "My god, they feel incredible! Are they enhanced?" Gianna let out her first giggle of the meeting, and nodded.

"Yes, yes they are, sir. You can kiss them if you'd like."

Freddy's breath caught in his throat. This was his favourite thing to do with a partner. He was way more of a boob man than an ass man. Fuck! He couldn't believe he was going to get do this with this cold yet beautiful masseuse. He stretched his face towards her body, and laid the softest kiss on the swell of her right breast. He continued to plant kisses on her, moving lower until he was kissing her nipple. He loved the way a woman's nipple protruded from the beautiful shape of her breast. He loved the shape of them, he loved the way the texture of the skin changed, he loved the areola which supported them. His lips parted, and her nipple entered his mouth. He flicked his tongue against it like it was her clit, and he felt it harden. He sucked her nipple, gently, getting gradually firmer. He opened his mouth and let more of her breast in. He sucked all of her flesh which was in his mouth. He stooped his head, and did the same thing with her left breast. Her breast left his mouth, and he placed his face in between them, kissing her skin, his tongue darting out of his mouth to leave little wet patches on her.

While all this was going on, Gianna had removed Freddy's drape, drizzled oil in a circle around his crotch, and had been watching him grow rock hard as he suckled her breasts. Content that he had had his fill of her tits, she took hold of his cock and started to stroke. He reached out and cupped her breasts while she was doing it. It didn't take long. A minute at most, and he exploded everywhere. "Fuuuck!" Freddy groaned, as Gianna milked the last drops of cum from his cock. "You are fucking incredible, Gianna! Thank you so much."

As he left the spa, Freddy knew he wanted to see Gianna again. He had never ever felt like that about any other masseuse. But there was just something different about her. Her dual nationality, her body, the way she knew how to give him exactly what it was that he wanted. And he was convinced that if he got to know her, she would change from being so cold that she called him "sir" even as he had her tits in his mouth and his cock in her hand, to being so warm, the kindest and most playful lady that he had ever known.

Over the space of the next eighteen months, Freddy went back and saw Gianna every single month. And sure enough, she did indeed become that warm, flirty, cheeky woman he knew that she really was underneath it all. Freddy became infatuated with Gianna. And while she did not feel the same way about him, she still came to love their monthly encounters. She loved having a reliable, respectful, pleasant man strike up a routine with her, never push her boundaries, and tip her handsomely every time he saw her. She loved the way he seemed to know that she was only sharing her body with him because it was part of her job, and at the same time he was absolutely so in love with her body that she couldn't fathom how he hadn't tried to ruin things and ask her on a date like regulars who became infatuated usually did.

So, eighteen months after they first met, just before the extras, Gianna was sat up close next to Freddy massaging his arm. Freddy always felt super connected to Gianna at this point, and tended to spill his feelings a little bit.

"Gianna," Freddy whispered, about to pour his heart out, "I feel so happy that I can see you and we can do this together. I feel so lucky to have met you. Coming to see you at the spa has changed my life."

Gianna felt her heart swell with love. It was amazing to have regulars who felt this way about her, and who also knew how to respect the boundaries of the relationship and recognise what it was.

"Thank you, Freddy," she smiled down at him.

Freddy ploughed on. "You have given me a sense of self-confidence which I have never known before, Gianna. You make me feel desirable, sexy, you make me feel valued. Our sessions together have made such an incredible positive impact on my life. And it's all because of you. It's all because you are such a special, wonderful person, Gianna. The healing power of your massages is really incredible."

Gianna couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was a special moment.

"Meeting you and getting to know you has been one of the best things I have ever done in my life, Gianna. Thank you so much for everything you have ever done for me."

"Oh Freddy, thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for coming to see me every single month. It's a pleasure to make you feel the way I make you feel. Customers like you are what makes this job so amazing."

"Thank you, baby." Freddy held out his arms. "I think I want to cuddle you now. I think I want to suck you." He giggled.

Gianna would usually go over to the dresser before she got undressed, just as she did during their first meeting. But not this time. She felt so connected to Freddy. He really was one of her favourite customers. She pulled at the string which tied her tunic together, allowing it to fall open, and she pulled it off. She was wearing a lacy black bra underneath, and Freddy smiled as it came into view. She reached behind herself, unhooked it, and pulled it from her body, her breasts coming free. She moved onto her knees so she could pull her leggings off, and with them came her panties.

"Oh! I better get the oil for you," she giggled, jumping up from the bed and giving Freddy a view of her beautiful naked body as she bounced over to the dresser to grab the oil she would use for the handjob. She came back over and plopped herself back down onto the bed next to Freddy with a giggle. "You want my body, darling?" she whispered in Freddy's ear. "I know you're hungry!" Freddy nodded, feeling a little emotionally spent already from the way he spilt his guts to her. She was this incredible beacon of light and hope in his life, and he hoped she would remain like that for a long time to come.

"Feast on me, darling," she whispered in his ear. "Take me in your mouth." Gianna pushed her shoulders back while she let Freddy wrap his arms around her, and he crammed as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could fit. "Oh yes, Freddy baby!" Gianna panted as Freddy gleefully sucked on her huge tits. Her nipples were rock hard against his tongue. Suddenly he was kissing her neck and her face, burying his face between her breasts, holding on to her as tightly as he could. "Oh Gianna! Oh, baby," he whimpered, while he rocked the two of them from side to side. Gianna glanced down and noticed that he was rock hard, and was pumping his hips as if he was inside her. "Shhh darling, shhh baby," she soothed him, placing her forearm across his legs. "I'm here to take care of you darling. Let me take care of you."

Freddy looked up at her, his face a mix of sadness, desire and longing. "Thank you baby, thank you for looking after me." He kissed her neck and her cheek again, before his mouth found her tits. He kissed her nipples some more, he took them alone into his mouth, he sucked them till they reached maximum hardness. "I love your body so much, baby," he whispered.

Continuing to hold her tightly, Freddy shoved Gianna's left boob back into his mouth and sucked her roughly. His cock hadn't stopped throbbing, and as Gianna touched it for the first time this session, Freddy let out a low moan which was muffled by her breast. She gripped his shaft and slowly started to stroke, gradually picking up the pace until he was moaning through his mouthful of boob. She was going fast now, and her breast left his mouth as he started to speak.

"Fuck baby yes, I love the way you stroke me baby! Keep going baby, don't stop baby, don't stop until I cum for you baby. I want to fucking cum for you, I want to explode for you, I want to give you every last drop of my cum. I want you to milk my fucking cock baby, I want you to drain me dry, I want you to empty my balls baby! Please baby, keep going, I'm almost there! A few more strokes baby, few more strokes, few more strokes..." and with that, Freddy let out a cry of ecstasy as his cum gushed from deep within his balls, out of his hard cock, until it soaked his body, and soaked Gianna's hand that had produced it. Giggling uncontrollably with the emotion and the release, Freddy whispered his gratitude in Gianna's ear.

"Thank you baby, thank you for making me cum so hard. You're my goddess, baby."

Freddy and Gianna looked deep into each other's eyes and smiled at each other.

I open the door and there's my damnation: my daughter's best friend, Poppy. She gives me a polite smile and I feel a shiver—like fingernails scraping—down my spine. Sometimes I really hate the effect that this girl has on me.

"Emma borrowed my notes and I really need them back," Poppy says.

I give her an odd look. "She's at practice."

Her eyes get slightly sad. Those pretty dark brown irises make me feel weak and strong all at once. "I was hoping you could help me look for it, sir."

I let her inside and we walk to Emma's room. I search Emma's desk as Poppy drops to her knees and digs underneath my daughter's bed. I notice her skirt slides up her legs. One movement and nothing will be covered. I'll be able to see it all. Oh, lord...

"It's a good thing I have strong knees..." she chuckles sweetly. "Got it!" She pulls back but hits her head on the bed frame. She lets out a sensual yelp and her skirt is sliding up even more. The curve of her ass is just barely visible.

My pants feel too tight all of a sudden. My dick throbs, and I shuffle in place.

She rises to her feet and brushes herself off, hand sliding slowly over her crotch and ruffling the fabric of her skirt. I watch as her cheeks flush softly, subtly. But I notice. "Do you like my skirt, sir? My mom says it's the kind of thing sluts wear and too easy to rip. I think she's wrong."

I swallow, searching for words. "It looks amazing, Poppy."

"Will you help me test my theory?" She asks.

"What?" I startle.

"Will it rip easy, do you think?" She presses further, dropping the notebook to the floor. Her eyes are pools of fire now. She takes a step further, and I know that one more word could change everything between us. My fantasies could come true.

I make what might be the best or worst decision of my life. "It looks so easy to destroy," I say. I take a step further, and suddenly our faces are so close to touching. Our hips are so close. Before I know what I'm doing, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her skirt. I pull hungrily, pressing her lower body against mine. She lets out a breathy sound, her eyes wild.

"Rip it."

I unzip her skirt, and I tear it right down the seam. It falls from her body, exposing her curves and her dark thong. The lace creates a high cut around her legs, thin and flimsy.

I lean in to whisper against her ear. "I wonder if this will tear, too," I say quietly.

She moans gently as I pull on the lace. A soft ripping sound. It isn't completely gone yet, but I leave it alone. I pull her skirt away from her body to reveal a matching bra. I trace my fingers along the underside and she quivers, leaning into my touch. I forcefully throw her bra to the ground, backing Poppy against the bed.

"I-I need this to go faster, sir," she pleads.

I connect our lips with passion I haven't felt in years. Her lips are soft but sure, working against mine with equal tension and want. It makes me feel like my body is on fire to know that all these years she's wanted me, too. I grip her hips with cruel tightness, pulling down her thong. It slides down her soft, thick thighs and reveals the top of her crotch. The lace slides against her clit and she roars with approval, hooking her fingers into my hair for balance.

"You've dreamed about this."

"Yes," she says.

"You've touched yourself to thoughts of me."

"Yes!" She's growing impatient, her body melting at my hold.

Softly and seriously, I say, "And you really want this?"

"Yes. Yes I'm sure."

I remove her underwear entirely, and she steps out of it. We move on top of the bed, my legs pinning her into the mattress on either side. I tear away my jeans. She frantically removes my shirt, and I press my lips against her hard nipples, working from the center to the edges of her tits. The swell of them. The dip of them. The point of them. The form of them. My wife has never made me feel so...starved before. So desperate.

I fucking want Poppy. I want her. I've always wanted her.

I shouldn't have her.

She moans, arching herself. I tear my mouth from her tits and toss away my boxers. Her eyes widen as she sees the size of me, the erectness already there. I press us together. Grind. She groans and moans and I drink up her amazing sounds.

"She doesn't deserve you," Poppy says breathlessly. Talking about my wife. "You're too good for me. For her. For anyone." She insists.

I shake my head, grinding harder.

Suddenly, I stop, because I simply can't tease anymore.

Poppy watches me sadly as I separate from her. I look around the room.

"Sec-Second drawer."

I reach into the nightstand and find Emma's pack of condoms. I'll scream to her about it later, but for now I'm so glad I won't have to walk all the way to my own bedroom. I feel as If I'll die if I leave this room without finishing. Without helping Poppy finish.

I slid the condom on and grab onto Poppy's waist.

"Ready?"

She moans and nods, her back arching in anticipation.

"Fast or slow."

"Fast."

I obey.

I thrust into her quickly. I feel her pussy clench around me as it accommodates my size. She's tight and wet and perfect and I feel pleasure spike inside of me. My dick throbs and I quickly thrust in and out of her, holding her gently but forcefully. Our bodies move together.

As I thrust, I swirl patterns across her clit, pinch her nipples gently. She moans loudly and truly. I groan along with her, my thrusts getting sloppy.

"I'm close!" She cries, her fingers gripping my hair hard.

"Be patient," I urge her, feeling myself getting close too. Just a couple more..."Go ahead," I demand, pressing on her clit in just the right away.

She climaxes, clenching around me in patterns that make me feel dizzy. I come quickly, her pussy draining me dry into the condom. I see stars as I press my forehead against hers, my chest against hers, my body against hers.

God, this is going to be fun.

Daydreaming about teasing your inner thigh

Nibbling and sucking

While I use 1 finger to circle your clit

Just 1

To lightly trace your pussy lips

While I kiss and caress your inner thigh and look up at you and watch you.

Then I slowly wrapped my lips around the hood of your clit

Letting my tongue explore the top of your clit.

Making your clit jump, causing your legs to shake that you'd pull me up and pull my face to yours.. Allowing me to slide deep inside while I kiss you at the same time

Hearing you moan and gasp from the feeling...

Slowly I push past your pussy lips, you reach and pull me closer

We kiss I lean in close and whisper

"Fuck you feel so wet and so good"

Then I slowly pull out all the way lean down and suck on your nipple. Then slam back in balls deep.

As you moan again I keep thrusting

Holding your hips.. pulling harder Finding a rhythm that has your breasts bouncing for me Your back arching we start to lose ourselves in that moment I can hear you gasping at the way it feels as my cock slides in and out of you.

I lock eyes with you and we give in... I just want to feel you cum for me

Let that slow flowing wetness that cums out of you.. soak the bed.

I want to feel your pussy squeeze and convulse on me as you cum....

Becoming a lifeguard at the public swimming pool in my hometown never was something I was dreaming off while growing up: I wanted to become a scientist, I wanted to build spaceships, I wanted to help sending the first human to Mars. I wanted to achieve something, to be part of something important.

And I was on my way towards it. I was studying engineering at the university, I put as much time and effort into it as anyhow possible, my grades were good, I was building up a network when I took a summer job at the public swimming pool in my hometown. During that holiday job I had to do the following things: General maintenance – from mowing lawn to fixing aged water pumps – and overlooking to the swimming pools during opening hours.

In the beginning I thought that the work was okay, that it was bearable. But the job grew on my during my first summer. I enjoyed mowing the lawn, I enjoyed fixing old and older equipment and I enjoyed being surrounded by women in bikinis and bathing suits. Not that I was running around with a boner all day long, they were just nice to look at.

I spent the summer after, and the summer after and the following summer next to my hometown’s public swimming pool. Shortly after my forth summer mowing lawn, fixing things and looking after half naked woman I got my masters degree. It was then that the mayor of my home town made me an offer: “Why don’t you come and work for us? Lifeguard during the summer months, engineering projects during the Winter?”

I had some other job offers, I had some maybe projects laying in front of me, but they all were nothing definitive and they for sure wouldn’t have been happening in the immediate future. So I said yes, and some weeks later I was doing some engineering work on a small power plant owned by my hometown.

As spring came around, and it got warmer outside, I left my office in city hall and began to work outside, beneath the blue sky, mowing the lawn and getting the public swimming pool ready for opening day. After everything was ready to go, after May first, the traditional opening day, my summer was like the previous ones. Just that my payday was more than just a little bit higher.

About half a decade later I still was working the same job. It was more full filling than I initially thought that it would be, I got along with my coworkers and superiors, so I buried my dream of building the first intergalactic battle cruiser. And up to this day, I never regretted doing so, partly because my summer job got even more interesting in the summer after I had turned thirty one.

It was my first summer as the head lifeguard, the boss of the public swimming pool. That meant that I got my own office, that I had to deal with more administrative things for a few hours each week and that my position at the public swimming pool turned into an all year position: Lifeguard in the summer, replacing and fixing technical equipment during the winter months.

My new position forced me to restructure my summer work days: In the morning I was mowing the lawn, because I just love doing so, then I took the first shift at the pool. It was the quiet shift, no children, no teenagers, mostly older women went for a swim around that time of the day. And the afternoon was for all the other things I had to do: Dealing with employees, doing paperwork and the usual surprises you have to deal with when being in a leading position.

During my hours next to the pool in the morning I normally read some newspapers, or I was looking after the women that went for a swim. I sometimes had some chit chat with the partly more than attractive women that were hanging out around the pool at that time of the day. And yes, it got flirty too from time to time. With nothing more coming out of it, at least not until that one work day morning in June back then.

It was a very warm summer morning. But the weather forecast was predicting a thunderstorm in the middle off or in the late morning. So most of the older woman that normally showed up stayed at home, or did something else, because those summer storm, they can get intense.

Most women, because one showed up for a swim. She was a former teacher of mine, sixty one years old, partly retired and more or less freshly divorced. We had some chit chat, she showed off her boobs during it and then she went for her about an hour long swim.

While my former teacher was in the water, the predicted storm front showed up. A big wall of gray and black clouds was coming closer and closer. Lightening came down from the sky, the sound of thunder was filling the air and strong winds were blowing.

I quickly got my former teacher out of the water, then we both searched shelter inside the main building of the public swimming pool complex. We were the only two people doing so, because the kiosk was still closed and I told the woman working at the entrance that she didn’t need to show up at her usual time, that I’d call her when I needed her. The same thing applied to anyone else working under my command back then.

After entering the building together, the mature woman on my side asked me if it would be okay if she stayed with me until it would stop raining, until the storm was over. Because leaving right now, on her bike, was something that she really didn’t wanted to do right now. Then the rain began falling down from the sky.

The older woman had a certain expression on her face, a certain tone in her voice when she asked me if she could stay on my side. She even showed off her boobs while doing so. I didn’t got the hint but I told her to follow me into my office. There I offered her a cup of coffee.

We then sat there, she on the sofa standing beneath the window, me on my chair behind my desk and sipped our burning hot burned bean juice while the heavy raindrops were hammering against the windows. Talking with each other was possible, but we had to raise our voices to be able to understand each other.

After finishing her cup of coffee the sixty one year old woman got comfortable on the sofa she was already siting on. And while getting comfortable her bathing suit totally accidentally slipped to the side and fully exposed one of her boobs.

I watched it happening. I licked my lips and there was an instant boner between my legs. Then my jaw dropped to the ground. My reaction put a huge smile on my former teachers face: “Wanna see more?”

My head went up and down, then another part of her bathing suit accidentally slipped to the side. Then she began to play with her boobs, and not even half a minute later I was sitting on the sofa next to her and my hands were playing with her boobs, were teasing her hard nipples.

Then I sucked on her nipples. I got out of my clothes while doing so. The moment my hard one popped out of my pants, a smile appeared on my now gray haired former teachers face. She then made the following comment: “Young men and their always hard dicks.”

After sucking on her nipples, after playing with her boobs for some time it was time to take care of my sixty one year old former teacher’s pussy. I put her in position, then I slowly opened her legs, I slid her bathing suit to the side, and then, then I dug in.

I tasted her sweet pussy for the first time. My tongue was on her clit, then my tongue was as deep inside her as anyhow possible. It didn’t took long and my well aged former teacher was moaning out loud and my dick – who got a few gentle strokes from time to time – was more than just leaking pre cum.

While eating her out, while teasing her clit with my tongue I made her suck on, I made her lube up one off my fingers. Once my finger was covered in her saliva, I pulled it out of her mouth and slid the now well lubed finger inside her pussy. Her moaning got more intense, got louder the moment my finger went inside.

I then gave her a few first gentle thrusts, then she got it hard and deep while my tongue still took care of her clit. It was then that she began to drift off, that her eyes began to run in circles and that she moaned out a more.

And more she got. A second finger of mine – covered in my own saliva – went inside her pussy, then a third one. Three of my fingers were giving her one hard and deep thrust after the other. While my tongue was playing with her clit. It was then that her hands began to hold on to, and then began to squeeze my head.

Shortly after I gave her one last hard and deep thrust. Her moaning stopped, her hands fell off my head and her pussy leaked some more than tasty juices. She was gone. She collapsed onto the sofa she was already laying on. I had finger fucked her elsewhere.

Whole she was gone I carefully pulled out and licked her tasty juices off my fingers. After regaining herself my former teacher watched me doing so, then she pulled me up, she pulled me closer and her hand ended up on my dick.

The sixty one year old woman jerked me off for some time. She made me feel good, she made my dick rock hard, she made me gush out pre cum and then she guided my hard one inside her pussy. I went inside slowly but steadily, enjoying every second of it, enjoying the sensation of her pussy wrapping herself around my hard one.

Once I was all in, once my dick was balls deep inside my former teacher’s pussy, my hips pulled back and then went forward again. I gave her a few more gentle thrusts, to warm her up, then I fucked her slow, hard and deep.

Every thrust I gave her felt better than the previous one. Now our moaning and the sound of heavy raindrops crashing against something were filling the room. While my dick went in and out of her pussy, she whispered, she moaned the following into my ear: “Just let go. Fuck me hard, show your former teacher what a man you have become.”

It did what she asked me to do. I let go, I let my inner horny animal out, I let it take over control. I fucked her harder and deeper. I made us moan out louder, sweat began to run down our bodies.

Every and deep thrust I gave her brought us closer to an orgasm. Our brains were turning off, her hands were holding on to the skin on my back, her fingernails were burying themselves into my back. The pain, it made me fuck her even harder, deeper and faster.

We both totally got lost in the act. All that mattered for the two of us was the sensation of my hard one going in and out of her pussy. We had lost track of time, our surrounding, we had lost track of everything except the sensation me fucking her as hard as I could. And then, then I gave her one last hard and deep thrust.

Boom, my aching balls dumped their load as deep inside the mature woman as anyhow possible. My whole body trembled while it happened. I came more than good, she came a second or two after me. Her moaning stopped, her hands fell off my back, her legs were trembling when it happened.

I then collapsed onto her. Two heavy breathing bodies were laying onto each other, enjoying the more than awesome post orgasm sensation while regaining themselves. Not just I came good, we both came good.

After regaining ourselves, after returning into our bodies, we climbed off each other. I swiped her pussy and my cum of my dick before I got dressed again. She just slidk her bathing suit back in position: “I like it, when there are fucking juices running out of my pussy and down my legs.”

Once we both were ready to go, once we both were dressed again, we had a talk. We were speaking about what we just had done with each other, and how we should go on in the future. We decided to keep it casual, and if the chance comes up, to do it again. Because we both more enjoyed the fuck we just had.

Meanwhile the sun was breaking through the gray clouds again. The summer storm left as fast as it had arrived. My former teacher and I said goodbye. But she stopped on her way out of my office, she turned around and asked me the following: “Is it okay for you if I tell some friends of mine what we have done together?”

Without thinking too much about it, I told her that I had no problem with telling others what we had done. A big smile appeared on her face, then she left her office. I quickly forgot about the last question she asked me on that day, it only came back into my mind after she had told her roughly same aged female friends about our doing, and well, plenty of hot things came out of it.

Chapter 1

Hannah and I did not establish any communication plans, so I was surprised the next day when Greta alerted me to something going on behind the house. I opened the door to find Hannah standing on the deck.

“Hi, Will, I’m really sorry to bother you…”

“Hannah, come in. This is Greta.”

She knelt and held her hand out to the dog, who sniffed it, wagged her tail, and then rolled over for a tummy rub. Hannah obliged, until Greta was satisfied and flopped in the pool of sunshine flooding through the window.

Hannah stood. She was wearing bike shorts that hugged her toned ass, a Foo Fighters t-shirt, and flip flops. Her long blonde hair was in a braid that draped over her left shoulder. I noticed the faint white circle where her wedding band had sat the day before.

“Hi,” she said again.

“Hi,” I responded. “Can I get you anything? Water? Wine? Whiskey?”

She laughed. “I’m not a day drinker, yet. Water sounds great.”

I went to the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. I twisted the cap on one just enough to break the seal and handed it to her, then opened the other for myself.

I gestured toward the overstuffed couch. “Please, sit.”

“So formal. I kinda like it.” Hannah sat, and took a swallow from the bottle. “Thank you for yesterday, by the way. I didn’t realize how desperately I needed to be touched, to be loved by someone. I’ve just felt so alone, and don’t have anyone nearby, and with Aaron’s work schedule and how he just ignores me when he is home, and how much actual conversation can you even have with an eight year old that’s not about Pokemon and Minecraft…” the words, and tears, flooded out of her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, this isn’t even what I came over to talk about…”

I pulled her to me and cradled her against my chest as she sobbed. Greta wandered over and put her head on my knee until she decided that everything was under control.

Hannah eventually sat up, wiping her eyes. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. You probably think…”

I put a finger on her lips. “I think that you desperately needed to get that out. Don’t you feel better now?”

She nodded. I handed her a box of tissues; she blew her nose and discarded the tissue in the trash can before returning to the couch.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and started again. “What I really came over to talk about was, well… I desperately want to keep having days like yesterday. I want to get fucked six ways from Sunday. And I want that to be with you. But I am also deeply wary of Aaron finding out. That was why I had you come to the back door yesterday - I’m pretty sure he sees the Ring video. Plus I don’t know how much I can even trust my phone, for texting or whatever.”

I nodded thoughtfully. “That does put a damper on our relationship.”

She looked quizzical, then, tentatively, “Princess… Bride?” She caught the twinkle in my eye and roared with laughter. “Oh my god, I love you so much.” In a more guttural tone, “Anybody want a peanut?”

I squeezed her left breast playfully. “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.” Then, more seriously. “But, yeah. Wow. You don’t think he would do anything to hurt you, or the kids? Or me, for that matter?”

“Physically? No. He would just yell loud enough at all of us to wake the entire neighborhood. But I don’t really want them involved in our business either.”

“So, time to break out the spy gear? Hidden codes, stuff like that? Or maybe some kind of secure communication channel that only the two of us know about? All of the above?”

She giggled. “Let me think about it. It’s kind of exciting, though.” She spoke into her hand as if through a radio, “<shhh> Warhammer, this is Sea Fairy, come hammer me. Over.”

“Maybe smoke signals? Or, I know. Colored cords on the window shades. Red for ‘fuck me now’, yellow for ‘you free later?’”

“Mmhmm. Something like that. Speaking of which - the other thing I wanted to ask you…” She looked embarrassed.

“Go on.”

“I’ve never received oral. Or given, for that matter. We tried it one time, before we were married, and Aaron said it was gross. And he didn’t want me to do that to him either. But online, everybody talks about it like it’s normal and fun.”

“That’s because it is normal. And fun. So you mean, like, right now?”

In answer, she shucked off her shirt and sport bra, then stood to peel off her shorts.

“Whoa, slow down there, eager beaver. Undoing the wrapping is half the fun.”

She laughed and hugged her arms across her chest. “Sorry. See? I really have no idea how sex normally works.”

“But you’ve got two kids. Presumably that means you’ve done it at least twice.”

“Well, sure. Lots more than that. But it was mostly lying on my back every couple of weeks, getting humped until he came, then masturbating alone in the shower the next morning.”

I stepped toward her and cupped her cheek in my hand, then leaned down to kiss her lips. She melted into me as our lips and tongues danced together. I pressed her against me with my hand against the small of her back, and stroked her soft skin and over the elastic band of her shorts to squeeze her butt cheeks. She moaned into my mouth as my hand wandered.

As we kissed, I removed my other hand from her cheek and tugged her arms apart, placing her hands on my hips. With access to her breasts, I began stroking along the sensitive side of her boob right below her armpit. She initially shied away from the ticklish sensation, but when I briefly stopped she gathered herself and leaned into my touch.

My thumb cupped around the swell of her breast as my fingers stroked her areola and hardening nipple. I gave it a quick tweak, and she gasped. Then, breaking the kiss, I gripped each side of her shorts and peeled them down. She stood naked before me, and I pushed her back to lie on the couch, her legs spread.

“Wow. Your pussy looks delicious.”

She thrust her hips toward me. “Then you’d better eat it.”

I knelt between her legs and inhaled her clean, earthy scent. I breathed on her landing strip, and watched the short hairs flutter in the breeze, then kissed the mound at the top of her pubis. My tongue darted out to tease her clit, then down along the moistening folds of her labia.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as my tongue probed deeper. I stroked the sides of her labia with my thumbs, parting them as my tongue stroked her sensitive inner lips and dipped into the opening of her pussy. She pushed against my back with her heels and stroked my hair with one hand as she pinched her nipple with the other. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue along its sides and around the sensitive hooded tip. I pushed my right index and middle fingertips against the opening of her pussy and stroked her flat tummy with my left. She bucked against me as my fingers entered her. I stopped just inside the entrance and made sure my fingers were well-lubricated before pushing further inside.

At about the second knuckle, my fingertips encountered the rough, spongy surface of her g-spot. As my fingertips played over its surface, a guttural moan escaped from Hannah’s lips. I briefly pulled my head away and encouraged her, “That’s it, girl, let it out.”

I returned my mouth’s attention to her clit and labia as my fingers kept curling against her g-spot. Taking my encouragement to heart, her groans became louder and more insistent. “Oh fuck, yes. God, that feels good. Mmm, fuck,” she whimpered. “I want to cum. Make me cum, Will. Please.”

I increased the pace of my finger-fucking as the flat of my tongue pressed against the entire length of her clit, licking her like an ice cream cone. Her hips jerked up and down against me as her breath became ragged. Then, with a loud exclamation, her pussy began to spasm around my fingers and a gush of her juices wet my hand as she came.

As her breathing slowed, I slid my fingers out of her sopping pussy and looked her directly in the eye as I sucked them clean.

“What does it taste like?”

I shrugged. “Not to cop out, but it tastes like you. It’s hard to describe. It’s fairly neutral, a little salty, maybe a little metallic but not in a bad way. Have you never tasted your fingers after you masturbated?”

Hannah shook her head emphatically. “No, the idea never crossed my mind.”

“Sex isn’t something dirty or gross. I’ve still got some on my chin if you want to taste it.”

“Eww.” Yet, she sat up and pulled me forward, giving me a sloppy kiss before tentatively licking my damp chin and cheeks. An odd look crossed her face, then, “That’s almost nothing! At least, not unpleasant. I always thought there must be something wrong with me, that Aaron didn’t want to touch me or that sexual arousal was unpleasant.”

“Let me guess. One or both of you came from a strict background with zero instruction on sexual matters?”

She nodded. “Both of us, really. My mom would never talk about sex or other body stuff, even when I started my period. His parents basically bullied him - us - for not waiting for sex until we were married. But of course they wouldn’t ever give us any information either. Not their pure little boy, or the slut he married.”

She stood and pulled me to my feet, then began tugging my shirt over my head. When my chest was bare, she pressed herself against me, kissing my shoulders and neck. Then, she stepped back and tugged at the waistband of my shorts, extracting my cock and letting the shorts and underwear fall to the floor. She gently pushed me down onto the couch and knelt between my legs. “Ok, it’s my turn. Although…” She looked shy. “You’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

I laughed. “Well… First of all, even though it’s called a ‘blowjob’ you don’t actually blow into it or anything like that. But basically, you’re using your mouth, hands, and so on as if they are a vagina. With a tongue.” I winked. “Don’t feel bad if you can’t fit the whole thing in your mouth - and certainly not on your first time. It’s just as pleasant for me if you use your mouth on the head and stroke the shaft with your hands. And maybe most important - when I warn you I’m about to cum, you can decide whether you want that in your mouth, or somewhere else.”

“Like where?”

I shrugged. “Wherever you want. Face, tits, stomach. One girl even got on her hands and knees and wanted me to finish on her back. Or, just jerk me off and watch it go wherever it wants.”

She pondered this for a moment. “If we were doing this ten minutes ago, I would probably have opted for one of the other options. But now I really want it in my mouth. Does that sound weird to you?”

“Not at all.” I coiled her hair around my fingers. “I’ll help guide you, but you’re in control.”

She leaned over me and tentatively stuck out her tongue to lick the helmet-shaped head of my cock, running her tongue around its edge. A small bead of pre-cum swelled from the tip, and she licked it and giggled.

One slim hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock and began stroking. Her mouth engulfed the head and she pressed down on it until a couple inches of the shaft were enveloped as well. I felt and heard her begin to choke, and pulled her head up a little.

“There will be plenty of time for that. Don’t start pushing your physical boundaries yet.”

She began bobbing her head up and down, stroking the sensitive underside of my cock with the flat of her tongue. Saliva coated it and began to drip down the shaft where her hand spread it around.

“Oh my god, you’re a natural. That feels so amazing.” I began thrusting my hips slowly in time with her bobbing, and she eased her motion slightly in response. The other hand cupped my balls and then joined the first in stroking the shaft as she swirled her tongue around the head, letting my hips guide the motion of both her hands and mouth.

My cock was sloppy with saliva and pre-cum, and she closed her lips around it to suck it clean. I could feel a moan building in the back of my throat as my orgasm grew near.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting ready to cum,” I groaned.

She engulfed my cock as deeply as she was able, and stroked more quickly with both hands. I moaned and threw my head back as my cum exploded into her waiting mouth. The first jet flooded her, and the second choked her but she kept stroking even as cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth. As soon as the torrents of cum eased, she swallowed what was still in her mouth and then began slurping up the mess running down the shaft.

Hannah leaned back, licking a mix of semen and saliva from her fingers.

“What does it taste like?” I teased. In response, she shoved her finger in my mouth, where I flicked my tongue against it.

She grinned. “Holy shit. That was nothing like I expected, and yet… I can’t wait to do it again.” She crawled on top of me for a kiss; I could taste my semen on her lips. “Thank you for taking my oral virginity. And, for being so open to this. It’s still weird to me, at least.”

I held the sides of her face to look directly into my eyes. “Listen. I am here for you. Talk, fuck, fuck and talk, talk and fuck. You can ask me anything - A-NY-THING - and I will give you a straight answer to the best of my ability. Something your life has been sorely lacking, it seems.”

We stood, and I tossed our clothes on the couch. “Naked lunch?”

Veronica knew it was wrong, but she didn’t have the strength to stop her best friend. The sensation was too strong, and it was something she had craved for a long time. “Ashley! That feels… so good!”

“I can take care of you,” the assertive Latina whispered as she started pulling Veronica’s pants down.

“What are you doing?” Veronica asked as her little pink panties were revealed.

“Come on, Veronica. You know this has been brewing between us for a long time.”

Veronica moaned out, unable to understand why she had become so aroused. She started to realize that Ashley was right; The two alpha women were always going to clash. Veronica just didn’t realize it would be a clash of sexual frustration.

Ashley had Veronica’s pants down to her thighs as she rubbed her pussy through her cute little panties. Veronica gave into the moment and wrapped her arms around Ashley as they started kissing.

Ashley welcomed Veronica’s tongue into her mouth and caressed it with her own. Trying to take control of the situation, she pulled Veronica by her pants, still wrapped around her thighs, over to the couch where they continued to make-out.

Veronica, however, tried to regain her dominance by stripping her friend down to her black bra and red thong. She was impressed with how thick her friend had become. After losing so much weight, she was now much skinnier than Ashley.

Ashley didn’t relinquish control as she stripped Veronica’s shirt off, revealing a matching bra. She could tell her former best friend was trying to regain control by grabbing her fat ass, so she decided to counter her by completely taking charge.

Abruptly, Ashley disengaged from the hot make-out session by forcefully grabbing Veronica by the hair and bending her over her lap for a good old-fashioned spanking. Veronica was caught completely by surprise and was forced to submit as she felt Ashley’s strong hand come down on her tushy.

“Ohhh!” she moaned loudly, shocked at how dominant the Latina had become.

This wasn’t the same woman that Veronica had warned Jane about. Ashley now had bark to her bite. She was in full control, giving Veronica a strong spanking that she never expected.

Ashley gained confidence with every smack she landed on Veronica’s nice ass. Her fellow Latina was forced to submit to the spanking, screeching with each blow to her tushy. Ashley then removed Veronica’s pants from around her legs before putting the Latina on the couch, flat on her back.

As Ashley climbed on top and started kissing again, Veronica grabbed two handfuls of her ass, appreciating how voluptuous she had become. Ashley’s dominance was short-lived as Veronica began taking control, grabbing a good chunk of the Latina’s hair and smacking her ass while she was still on top of her. Veronica started to dominate the kissing, leaving Ashley desperate for more of her tongue.

Ashley got to the side of her best friend and rubbed her pussy, but Veronica maintained control by continuing to smack her ass while dominating the kissing. Veronica knew she had her hot Latina friend right where she wanted her. She loved having her pussy rubbed, but she could feel her fellow Latina starting to submit to her re-surging dominance.

She then pulled Ashley’s thong down to her thighs and slipped a finger between her juicy cheeks. Ashley let out a sudden moan as she felt Veronica’s finger starting to rub right against her tight anus.

“You like it when I play with your ass, don’t you?” Veronica asked, slowly applying more pressure.

“Yes, Mami!” Ashley desperately moaned out, barely able to talk.

Veronica then sat up and forced Ashley to bend over the armrest where she had full access to her fat ass. She spread her juicy cheeks apart before sticking her warm tongue against the rim of the Latina’s pink ass hole.

Ashley let out an intense moan as her jaw dropped. She was on her knees, crying out in pleasure as she could do nothing but enjoy the tushy licking.

Veronica noticed Ashley fighting the urge to masturbate. She decided to reward her sexy friend by placing her hand between her legs and stroking her juicy wet pussy.

“Fuck!” Ashley yelled out as a simulation took over her entire body.

“You like that, baby?” Veronica asked, with her lips still brushing against the hot woman’s ass.

“Yes, Mami!”

Veronica loved the feeling of being in control again. Experiencing that power only encouraged her to provide her friend even more stimulation.

“Fuck, Mami!” Ashley screamed, realizing how close she was to an orgasm.

Veronica kept Ashley’s cheeks spread as she buried her face even deeper. She could feel the Latina’s glutes tightening up as her body went stiff. “What’s wrong?” she teased. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes, Mami!”

“You want to cum for me so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mami! I’m going to cum so fucking hard! Please keep playing with my ass hole!”

Luckily for the desperate Latina, Veronica now had her mojo back and was ready to give her the orgasm of a lifetime. She dug her tongue deep into Ashley’s anus, stroking her tight little pink taint over and over as she rubbed her middle finger up and down her pussy.

Suddenly, the overwhelming stimulation took over Ashley’s body. She let out a loud screech as her pussy squirted her orgasmic juices down her thighs. She became embarrassed, realizing that she got her juices all over Veronica’s hand. Fortunately, Veronica welcomed the moisture as she brought her tongue down to her pussy and slurped everything she could.

All the tension between the fierce women made the climax so much better. Ashley was blown away by the explosive climax. When Veronica finally let her go, she turned around and faced her beautiful Latina friend, panting. “That was incredible!”

Before Veronica could even cherish the moment, Ashley grabbed her and forced her to sit on her lap. They started kissing as the Latina pulled Veronica’s panties down and stroked her juicy clit.

Ashley spread her co-worker’s legs further apart and fingered her while continuing to kiss. Veronica let out a deep moan as Ashley stroked the roof of her pussy. It was a magical feeling, being so vulnerable with her best friend after all they had been through.

Ashley could sense an orgasm brewing in her best friend but wasn’t ready for the moment to end. She decided to stop and force Veronica to wait like a good girl.

“Why did you stop?!” Veronica asked, needing just a little more of Ashley’s touch.

“I got you so dirty,” Ashley said in her sexiest voice. “I think we should finish this is the shower.”

“Okay,” Veronica said with a gasp.

Ashley lifted Veronica off the couch and gave her a smack on the bottom as she carried her to the bathroom. There, they undressed each other, leaving nothing to hide their beautiful bodies. After revealing their true emotions, it was only fitting that they stood completely naked, revealing everything to each other.

Veronica took another moment to appreciate how busty and beautiful Ashley’s body had become. Ashley wrapped her arms around her fellow Latina and leaned down to put her mouth over Veronica’s nipple. Veronica moaned out, surprised by the sensation, as she felt Ashley’s body press against hers.

When the water was finally warm enough, Ashley encouraged Veronica to step in, with yet another smack on her tush. Veronica gladly entered the shower before holding Ashley’s hand to assist her in joining.

The warm water ran down both their beautiful naked bodies as they continued to press against each other. Ashley took charge once again, holding Veronica tightly. She squeezed her ass and whispered, “Sorry for squirting all over you.”

“I like it when you squirt on me,” Veronica assured, running her hands up and down her own body.

Ashley let go of Veronica so she could scrub her down with a loofah. She washed her from her neck down to her toes, pampering her while she relaxed.

Their soapy bodies started to grind up and down on each other, leaving no space between them. Veronica felt a tingling sensation every time Ashley’s nipple glided against hers.

Ashley lathered her hands with soap to finish scrubbing Veronica down. As they kissed, Ashley slid one hand between Veronica’s legs, and the other between her ass cheeks.

“Ohhh!” Veronica moaned out suddenly, surprised by the double dose of stimulation.

Ashley slid her hands up and down, strongly caressing and rubbing both of Veronica’s holes. “Do you like that, baby?”

The intense pleasure made it difficult for Veronica to respond. She did her best to continue kissing, despite her moans. Eventually, the overpowering sensation took its toll as the orgasm started to build up again.

“That… that… feels… so good!” she said with her trembling voice. “What are you doing to me?!”

“I’m just giving you a little rub down,” Ashley said with a smile before forcing her lips back on the desperate Latina’s. As she continued to take full sexual dominance over Veronica, she whispered a little request into her ear. “Cum for me, baby. You know you want to.”

“I’m going to cum, Mami!” Veronica urgently responded.

“That’s right, baby. I’m Mami now,” Ashley said as she slapped Veronica’s soapy bottom.

“Yes, Mami! I’m cumming!”

Ashley finished her off, rubbing her anus and clit faster and faster with her soapy fingers.

Veronica let out a deep moan as her body started to go limp. She was only able to stay on her feet by holding onto Ashley’s strong stature as she continued to crumble from the intense pleasure. Waves of stimulation constantly ran through her body as all the tension between her and Ashley was turned into pleasure.

“Yes, baby! Let me take care of all that tension,” Ashley said, understanding how stressed her best friend had been. She relentlessly pleasured Veronica throughout the climax, determined to give her the long orgasm she truly deserved.

When Veronica was finally done, she collapsed into Ashley’s arms. The way Ashley held her and brushed her hair out of her face meant a lot to her. They started to kiss softly, wanting to be delicate with each other after such an intense encounter.

There was no more jostling for dominance. Both women just wanted to enjoy each other’s presence.

“Thank you,” Veronica whispered with her trembling voice.

When the shower was complete, Ashley helped Veronica dry off and get into warm clothes. They were now much calmer, as they spent the rest of the evening just enjoying each other’s company. It was like they were best friends again, feeling no resentment over any differences from the past.

As they cuddled on the couch, Veronica came to a sudden realization. “Oh, my God! Where is Monica?”

“Oh, shit! I completely forgot.” Ashley quickly looked at her phone and went through her messages. “I guess she isn’t coming.”

They both found it a little odd that Monica didn’t show up. She wasn’t one to miss an event, especially one she set up herself.

“Do you think Monica planned for all this to happen?” Veronica asked, starting to put the pieces together. “She probably never meant to show up.”

“Oh, my God!” Ashley responded, growing wide-eyed. “I bet you’re right!”

Though they didn’t like the idea of being tricked, they started to laugh, thinking about Monica’s sneaky plan. Ultimately, they were just thankful to have such a good friend.

After a relaxing evening, Veronica decided to go home. Ashley assured her that she was welcome to stay the night, but Veronica insisted on going home.

“Thank you so much for tonight,” she said. “Everything was perfect.”

“I hope this isn’t the last time we hang out,” Ashley responded with a wink.

Veronica just laughed as she brushed her own hair out of her face. “I think we definitely need to spend more time together.”

As Ashley held the door open, Veronica thanked her one last time. “Thank you for calling me out earlier. I really needed that kick in the ass.”

Ashley looked down at Veronica’s rump as she was walking past her. Suddenly she had an urge for one final touch of her friend’s tush.

“A kick in the ass? More like a smack on the ass!” she said as she not only spanked her, but forcefully groped her juicy ass as well.

Veronica’s body jumped as she was caught by surprise. She didn’t quite understand why it turned her on to be violated like that.

She smiled at her friend with a hot look of her own. “You’re right. I did need that smack on the ass from you.”

“Maybe next time, I’ll be the one who needs a little spanking,” Ashley suggested while twirling her hair.

Veronica then grabbed Ashley and gave her a deep kiss, forcing her to crumble as they tasted each other’s lips. Just when Ashley started to moan, Veronica suddenly let her go, leaving her desperate for more.

“Don’t worry,” Veronica said with a wink. “I’ll be back for you.”

Chapter 5

A few days later at school drop-off, Jenni came over to talk to me. “Hey, Becky.” she greeted me, “Are you doing anything now?”

I didn’t have any plans, other than getting home and using my new vibrator. “I guess not,” I said. “What did you have in mind?”. She was looking flushed and excited, I wondered what was up. But I did want to catch up with her and tell her all about my morning with Jarad.

“A surprise, something you’ll love.” she said, teasing me, “Come round to mine at 10.”. With that she hurried off.

I turned up as promised and she showed me into the kitchen. She was still being coy about what was going on. After about 5 minutes, the doorbell rang. She came back with Dave - from the school run. Was this what I thought it was? I blushed, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.

We chatted for a few minutes in a lighthearted, flirty way. Dave was looking tall and gorgeous, I kept looking at the flecks of grey in his beard and occasionally sneaking glances at the bulge in his trousers. Was he as big as Jenni said?

“I just need to go and do something,” said Jenni suddenly, and left the kitchen.

There was an awkward silence, and Dave said “Jenni told me you’re dating.”

My breath was coming too fast now. “That’s right,” I stammered. “I’ve met a couple of men.”. Why did I say it like that? It felt so awkward. It also felt like Dave was quite close in the small kitchen as we both leaned on the kitchen table.

“They’re very lucky,” said Dave, looking me in the eyes. It was pretty obvious now I had been set up by Jenni and Dave was coming on to me. I decided to just go with it. Moving closer to Dave I looked up at him. Suddenly our mouths were open and our tongues frantically intertwining.

Dave pushed me back against the wooden table, and I opened my legs slightly to allow him to get closer. I could feel the bulge of his cock pressing against my mound in my jeans. My cunt was aching for him, and my knickers were getting wetter and wetter. Fuck, I needed him.

Dave’s hand was on my breast now, rubbing my hard nipple through my top. I reached for the belt on his jeans, undoing it and popping the buttons open on his fly. Sliding his jeans and pants down to his thighs, his huge cock sprang free, and I grabbed hold of it. Fucking hell it was big, and not even fully hard yet. I stroked it with my hand, feeling it get stiffer. It was so thick I could barely get my hand round it, and impressively long. I ran both hands up and down the full length, enjoying how hard and warm it was.

I rubbed my thumb gently around the head, and heard him moan in pleasure into my mouth. Our kissing was getting more and more frantic and passionate. His hands went to the buttons on my jeans, and quickly he undid them and pulled my jeans and knickers down to the floor. Pushing me back onto the table and kneeling in front of me, he lifted my legs up and wide apart, exposing me and spreading me open.

His tongue began exploring my wet and swollen cunt. He licked all around me, tasting me and spreading me open with his hands, before focusing on my clit and causing me to moan in pleasure. I remembered Jenni. When would she be back? I glanced sideways at the door to the kitchen and there she was, leaning in the doorway watching us. She was wearing small white shorts, and they were now open at the fly with her hand inside them, touching herself as she watched us.

Being watched sent an extra thrill of heat through my body. I was already getting close to climaxing. I grabbed my tits over my top and rubbed my nipples as Dave continued to pleasure my clit with his tongue. It didn’t take long until I cried out loudly “Fuuuuck.” as I came hard. I glanced over at Jenni, had she just come too? Her face and chest were red and she slumped against the door frame.

I needed Dave’s cock inside me now like I’d never needed anything before. And I wanted Jenni to watch. “Fuck me!” I begged him, “Fuck me hard.”. He stood between my legs, holding his huge cock in one hand. He pressed it gently against my opening, parting my folds and appling a little bit of pressure. He wasn’t wearing a condom but I didn’t care, I needed him inside me.

He pushed inside me and I felt my cunt stretch to accommodate his girth. “Oh my god,” I gasped. He slid deeper inside me, filling and stretching me. His thick, hard cock felt amazing. I lifted up my top and bra, freeing my ample tits so that I could squeeze my nipples harder.

“Wow, you’re gorgeous,” Dave told me, thrusting gently to push his cock deeper and deeper inside my cunt. I was gasping and moaning with every thrust. God he felt good, he was so big and hard. In the doorway, Jenni had her shorts and knickers round her ankles, and I could see her thick dark bush that in no way matched her blonde hair. She was finger banging herself frantically as she watched us.

Dave picked up the pace, holding my legs and fucking me harder and deeper. Then, using one hand, he started rubbing my clit and soon I climaxed hard again, my cunt walls gripping his cock as I screamed and squirmed on the table.

Jenni was now naked. She had a beautiful petite body with small but slightly saggy breasts. She approached us, and kissed Dave long and passionately as he continued to fuck me, running her hand over his chest. Then she surprised me by leaning over and kissing me too, her tongue in my mouth.

She tasted minty, and I enjoyed the feel of her warm tongue in my mouth. I’d never kissed another woman before, but I loved it. I held her cheek with my hand to keep aligned as I was being pounded, she felt smooth and soft. Her hand took over mine on my breast, teasing and pulling on my nipple. Being pleasured by two people at once was more overwhelming than I could imagine. I climaxed again, grabbing her head and holding her against me as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

Dave withdrew and we broke apart. Sitting up, I could see his cock was wet with my essence, but only about half way up his long shaft where there was a white tide ring of my juices. Fuck, he’d only been able to get half of his big dick inside me. Jenni got on her knees and sensually licked all my cum off his cock. I joined her, and we gave him a double blow job, licking and sucking his cock in turn as he watched us and moaned in pleasure.

“My turn,” said Jenni, with a cheeky grin. Standing, she turned around and bent over the table, offering herself to Dave to take her from behind.

“Hold her open for me,” Dave told me. I was more than happy to do so. I grabbed her cute little ass, and spread her cheeks open, drinking in the sight of her tight little asshole and gaping pink cunt. Dave guided his cock inside her opening as I held her open and slid deep inside her in one movement. She screamed in ecstasy and he began to fuck her hard. I could see her lips stretched tight around his cock as he thrust into her.

He was getting deeper into her than he had been able to fuck me, almost all the way. But she was so small and petite it looked like she shouldn’t be able to take it at all. She climaxed several times as he fucked her, holding her hips and plunging deep inside her as I watched closely and played with my own clit.

Eventually Dave’s movements became more frantic and erratic. Suddenly pulling out, he held his cock and ejaculated all the way up her back and even into her hair. Once, twice, three explosions of cum went all over her. Then more thick pulses of cum, but less forcefully, running down over her asshole and down the wet hair of her pussy.

“Fuck!” I said, impressed at how much cum there was. Jenni lay face down on the table, exhausted from the orgasms and covered in cum.

“Oh my god!” she moaned.

Dave gave me a long deep kiss. “You are both so fucking sexy.” he told us.

I thought that might be it, but Dave and Jenni weren’t finished. We went upstairs and got naked on the bed. Jenni and I made out, our breasts squashed together as we kissed and fingered each other while Dave watched. Soon he was hard again, and we took turns fucking his beautiful cock for at least another hour.

Finally, several orgasms later, Dave came again while screwing me from behind. He filled my cunt with his warm cum, and when he pulled out, Jenni was there to lick it up as it dripped from me. I was aching and exhausted, but incredibly satisfied.

To be continued...

Joe calls Andrea to his cubicle so he can show her the amount of work they are getting. But deep down he just wants to see her fat butt. She is wearing a black shirt and black leggings. The leggings that she is wearing always gets swallowed by her booty. Joe knew this and just wanted to see her fat ass. Andrea walks over "Hey Joe, what's up?" Nothing much he says, "look at how busy the the phones are". Andrea says wow it is busy. As she is looking at the program Joe is looking at her body up and down. He starts to undress her in his mind. He imagines her in a red bra holding her big huge boobs and in a red thong being swallowed up by her big ass. As Joe fantasize, his dick starts growing hard and fast. He looks down at his pants and you can clearly see how hard he is. Andrea glanced at his pants and saw his print. She thinks, "damn his dick is huge!" She catches herself slightly drooling and she feels her pussy tingling. She slightly brushed her butt on Joe's dick and she felt how hard his dick is. Joe couldn't control himself and he grab her ass and in his mind he was thinking how fat and soft her ass is and how bad he wanted to fuck her.

Andrea turned towards him and smiled. He thinks to himself she must have liked that. She grabs his dick through his pants and starts rubbing his dick.Joe can't take it any more and whips his dick out. As he pulls his dick out, Andrea begins to see how long and thick his dick is. When his dick is fully out Andrea stops and her jaw drops. She grabs his dick with both hands and begins to stroke his dick. "Damn Joe, your dick is so huge. So long, fat, and veiny." She ask "how big are you?" Joe responds with 13 inches. Andrea is just speechless. She looks around and make sure everyone else is occupied. She squats down and put his dick in her mouth. Joe couldn't believe what was happening, his fantasy is happening for real. He feels how she sucks his dick and how she strokes his dick with both hands. Andrea looks at him and hears his moans. This turns her on even more. "Mmmmmhmmm SUCK SLURP SLOSH, you like that big daddy hmmm. This big ass dick taste so fucking good Joe. Mmmhmmm SLUURP GLURK GLUK SCHLORP GAG."

Fuck Andrea, your mouth feels so fucking good. Joe got excited and started throat fucking Andrea. "GULK GULK GULK GULK GAAAAG" deep gasp for air "Fuck your dick is so big" "mmmmhhmmmm SUCK SLURP SLOSH SUCK." She pulls his dick out of her mouth and begins to stroke his dick fast with both hand. His dick throbs in her hands about to cum. "Fuck Andrea, im about to cum, here it cums." As Joe's dick throbs and starts to pulse Andrea says "cum all in my mouth Joe, give me that thick creamy nut all in my mouth". Joe cums. "Fuuuuuuuuck Andreaaaa fuck." Andrea catches most of his cum and swallows all of it. She did not anticipate how much he would cum but she got the majority. "You came so much. I've never seen someone cum that much" She says as she wiped the rest of the cum off her lips with her tounge.

She comes up to him and whispers, "after work I want you to fuck me". When she turns away, the only thing on his mind was Andrea's ass and how he was going to fuck her crazy.

My name is Maryna and I'm a 19yo Ukrainian girl from Kiev. This is a story about my love affair with a man almost twice my age. His name is Dimitri and he was 35 at the time things were happening between us. I was 18 back then. I met this nice guy at my work and things started off genuine and friendly, he would throw couple of the jokes here and there when talking with me and I'd laugh and reply something little back. This was the first job I ever gotten and him coming to talk to me was very unpleasant to me at first but I started liking it more and more. We ended up exchanging numbers and soon enough I found myself lying naked in his bed.

He knew exactly what he was doing. I vividly remember that beautiful night and how excited I was the whole day knowing that I would meet him later and that we were going to be together. He picked me up at the bar close to where I was living and we took a taxi back to his place.

At first he was being the perfect gentleman and offering me a glass of wine and making some small talk but I knew exactly why we were there. Soon after the conversation we started kissing and his hand was slowly getting to my private area, I was so horny and I felt a wet spot growing in my panties. His kisses started getting deeper and our breathing was getting heavier, his hand slipped into my jeans and was now playing with my wet pussy. I felt his bulge pressing against my leg, it was huge and I could not wait to see and touch it. We kissed some more and I pulled his pants down.

I could not believe the size of his manhood! It was like the biggest cock I had ever seen, it was huge and was already rock hard, standing tall.

He started kissing my neck and undressing me, taking off my top and then unclipping my bra. His tongue was going lower and lower, sucking and biting my nipples until they got hard. His tongue was now tracing circles on my stomach. He went down even lower and was now kissing my inner thighs and taking my panties off with his teeth, exposing my young pussy.

His fingers were slowly sliding inside my pussy and moving in and out. My moaning was getting louder and I could feel his breath on my wet vagina, it was making me even hornier. He started kissing my clit and licking it, sucking it in and biting gently, all while fingering my pussy and rubbing my G spot.

I felt myself building up to orgasm and then he stopped and turned me around. I was now on my hands and knees with my ass sticking out, he gave my butt a nice smack and I moaned. His hard cock was pressing against my pussy, I could feel it entering me, slowly sliding in inch by inch.

He started off slow and gently, giving my body time to adjust to the length and size of his manhood, and then his thrusts started getting harder and deeper. I was screaming with pleasure and he was breathing heavily.

His cock was hitting my cervix and his balls were slapping against my skin, the sound of sex filling the room. My hands were gripping the bedsheets, his hands were squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, he was fucking me so hard.

He then pulled his cock out and I started sucking it, tasting my own juices. His cock was still wet from being in my pussy, his pre cum tasted so sweet. His balls were full and he was ready to empty them by covering my pretty face with his warm seed.

I was moaning as he was jerking off and his cum started to shoot out. It landed on my face, on my breasts and in my mouth. It was so warm and it tasted amazing, I felt so satisfied and fulfilled.

It was one of the most beautiful things I gotten to experience in my 19 years of life.

It was another beautiful day on Galaroxy Centron (Gala-roxy). The double sun sol system shone bright its two blue dwarf stars, the refraction of which created a purple haze in the atmospheric dust. Galaroxy Centron was a Type 1 Civilization on the Kardashev scale; a scale used to measure the energy capacity of advanced civilizations. They had only very recently hit this objective in the last thousand years. It had been a big deal for the Galaroxian’s, nearly tripling their life spans with medical devices that needed massive power draw to work.

The golden age of civilization on the planet was apparent. There were no wars, and no famines; no one was hungry and physical violence was long in the past. Their civilization was truly thriving in every way. There were many technological devices that benefited society that got the Galaroxy civilization to where it was today. The biggest invention was the Golden Genesis AI. It was a kind, benevolent AI that single handedly ended hunger, increased life span, melted political tensions, eradicated diseases, and made sure every Galaroxian had a place to live. With this came a golden age of exuberant nature.

There were devices on the planet that allowed a person to change their characteristics in an instant. They could make their skin purple or blue, style their hair in any way, and manipulate certain physical attributes. It was called a Galametic Pod. A young Galaroxess girl by the name of Shelexia was out on her deck admiring the purple sunset of the spinning blue dwarfs; Tala and Trixsara the suns were named. The weather was clear, and the air was crisp and cool as they entered night. Shelexia preferred to go by Ele or Exia for short. She went back into her room. Next to her bed was a Galametic Pod. Everyone had one these days. People loved the novelty of changing their appearance on the fly. Ele thought about what she wanted to change today. “My boyfriend Kreen wants me to try blue skin and turquoise hair out. Maybe I will do that for him today. What style of hair should I do? Oh! I know, I’ll make it long and Wavy, no bangs… That freak has also been wanting me to give him head with a split tongue. Perhaps I should try the feature and surprise him tonight when we get freaky after dinner.” Her brain chip pulsed, and caused a chemical reaction causing her to feel empathy for what her Kreen wanted from her. Every Galaroxian is implanted with a brain chemical regulating implant when they are babies. It was created by the Golden Genesis AI and allowed everyone to feel empathy for one another. The Galaroxy people called it an empathy brain chip. Kreen had also told her not to worry about it, feeling that he had crossed her boundaries. He had a gentlemanly persona. “I mean it could be fun, he has been good to me after all, and he’s not forcing me to do it or anything. He is incredibly decent.”

Ele striped her clothes off and got in the pod. She pressed the settings she wanted on the Holographic LED display inside. She was currently purple skinned with curly pink hair and grey eyes. She selected light blue skin, and turquoise hair with a long wavy style. Black mascara and crystal blue eyes to match the hair. In the tongue settings she chose an eight-inch pink tongue with a triple split. She increased her breast size to DD cups and dark blue nipples to contrast against the light blue skin. She chose an aqua marine color for her finger and toenails at medium length. This device could change anything without harming the person. She changed her height and weight from 5’6”120 pounds to 5’ 95 pounds. Kreen got more creative when she made herself smaller. Her lighter weight allowed him to put her into whatever positions he wanted to easier. Ele selected the confirm button, the pod closed, and the sequence started. It took less than three minutes for the device to run its cycle.

The Galametic device made a low chime sound when it was complete and opened. Ele looked exactly how the preview image said she would. She was pleased with this look. She fondled her large blue breasts and admired her sexy naked figure in her full view mirror. A red blush was noticeable around her pussy lips and nipples. The machine only changed pigmentation on the outside, except for some features in the mouth. She stuck her long triple split tongue out and tested the independent tendrils the machine had made them into. She had independent control of each split and thought about how she was going to please Kreen tonight using it. She twisted them around each other to form a helix. She tried seeing if she could move each one using different instructions, and she did so as if she was a master already. “This is going to be very fun for you Kreen, I hope you’re ready for the craziest blow job you’ve ever received!” She giggled.

She snapped her fingers and a floating bot popped out of the ceiling. It was egg shaped and seemed to float almost magically but was using anti-gravity propulsion, a commonality in most autonomous robots and vehicles on the planet. The machine presented Ele with a roster of outfits from a holographic projection. She scrolled through and found a dress she liked. It was a skinny white and black striped tight dress with a choker on the neck, open back and open cleavage It was paired with some black high heels which would complement the shape of her ass. Like the Galametic Pod, this device gave a 360 preview of the outfit you selected. She pressed enter, the pod did a 360 scan on her. “Please put your arms above your head while clothes are printing.” She followed the command and lifted her arms above her head, her blue breasts hanging perkily on her naked body. The machine beamed a small laser at her leg and spun around her extremely fast moving up her body while forming the fabric of the dress on her. The pod gonged once and instructed her again. “Please sit down and lift your legs out in front of you.” She followed the order again and sat down and let her feet dangle out in front of her. The pod began rotating around her legs forming the high heels that went with the dress. Two gongs indicated the completion of the outfit. The egg pod robot disappeared into the ceiling. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She did a little half spin and kicked one leg up, smiling and admiring the dress. It was tight around her body and accentuated her curves wonderfully. She knew this look was going to drive Kreen over the edge.

It was night now and the moon Galanthian shone overhead with a blue hue reflected from the suns Tala and Trixsara. Galanthian was a huge moon, it sat about a half million miles away but looked gargantuan in the night sky. It had been mined for resources while trying to achieve their Type 1 Civilization, but this was ultimately deemed a bad idea, and should only be done in a serious emergency of scarce resources. The people of Galaroxy thought hard about their consequences that could span out tens of thousands of years, and did not want to jeopardize their ultimate future, the Golden Genesis AI made this goal easy. Ele walked out on her deck again, her high heels tapping under her. She took a deep breath of the cool night air. She exhaled and was ready to get going.

She snapped her fingers, and a glistening white oval pod appeared in front of her. The door opened sleekly, and she got in. It was time to go meet Kreen at a fine dining restaurant in the inner city of Karar; just a few thousand miles away from her home. The chip in her brain sent information automatically to the pod-vehicle. It read exactly where she wanted to go and zoomed off into the sky at 50 miles a second. It, like the clothing robot operated through antigravity propulsion. It would only be a couple of minutes till they reached their destination. Ele sat with her legs crossed enjoying a beverage as the ship seamlessly blasted through the air on its way to Karar. The antigravity inside the ship had no turbulence; and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the ship was not moving at all.

The shiny oval pod arrived in front of the restaurant in the massive city of Karar, and the door opened. Ele removed herself, and in a blink of an eye the car blasted away, not making a sound as it departed. “Kalin Ocean Diner”, the sign above the restaurant read.

Kalin was one of the great oceans on Galaroxy. It had exotic sea food delicacies found in its deepest depths. This was what the restaurant specialized in. “Where is that boy.” Ele said to herself as she looked around the area for him, tapping her foot on the ground. Another pod popped into view several feet away. This one was black, the pod door opened and Kreen got out of it. He was in an all-black tuxedo with a silver tie and silver dress shoes. He had also made his skin blue. He was the handsome gentleman-looking type. He had his hair black in color with a high fade slick back style. A matte black watch sat around his wrist. He was the definition of clean cut. He approached Ele, “Ele you look beautiful tonight, I am enamored by what you’ve done with yourself.” He grabbed her hands holding them loosely and made handsome eye contact with her. Ele blushed and looked down, her light blue cheeks showing a red hue to them. “You look incredibly handsome too Kreen.” She said looking back at him. “It’s my pleasure Ele, I have been looking forward to this night all week. Well, what do you say, shall we go in?” Ele nodded and he took her by the hand, and they walked inside the Kalin restaurant together with the city lights of Karar gleaming behind them.

All restaurants were self-seating on Galaroxy. Everything worked so efficiently that there was never any waiting time for a table. Getting food was a very efficient process as well. In the Kalin Ocean there were teleport bots that could capture sea life instantly of any kind the restaurant served. The food was teleported to the kitchen via element exchange. Another bot would instantly prepare and cook the food before teleporting it to the plate on the table via the waiter bots. There were complex quantum mechanics involved, and the Golden Genesis AI was the only one who really understood the process. There was no need to communicate your wants or look at a menu. The bots were beamed a transmission of what the pallet desired and selected food options based on this profile. The system had a 99.98% chance of being able to satiate any hunger or any craving you may have.

Ele and Kreen sat at a table. A waiter bot appeared and scanned their brain chips. In just a matter of seconds a delicious sea food dish was materialized in front of them. The egg-shaped waiter moved to another table quickly. “This looks so good Kreen, I’ve wanted to try this place for a while.” A type of fish that was glazed in a sugary marinade sat in front of them on their respective plates. They looked similar but the taste profiles would be vastly different. They both took a bite, their eyes rolled to the back of their heads, “Oh my god this is so good!” Ele said with a tempered moan. “Unbelievable!” Kreen agreed. They conversed for some time while enjoying their meal. “I have a surprise for you later tonight if you want to come back to my place Kreen!?” Ele asked. “I would love to Ele. What is the surprise? I’m so excited now!” She snickered, “Oh you’ll just have to wait and see, I guess!” “Oh, come on Ele, you’re really not going to tell me?” “Well, if we get out of here now the sooner you’ll find out.” “Alright let’s go then!” He sat up and she giggled, getting up after him, they departed the restaurant. All food was completely free on Galaroxy, so no monetary system was necessary. They walked out, back into the city lights.

Kreen snapped his blue fingers and a transport pod appeared in front of him and Ele. The door slipped open, and they got in. Once the door shut, they blasted straight to Ele’s home. They sat next to each other in the pod. He held his big blue hand around her small shoulder. She rested her head on his chest. He looked down at her face and she looked up at him. They brought their faces together and began to kiss. She changed position and straddled him; they continued making out. He held the small of her back gently pushing her closer to his body. She stopped and said, “I think I’m ready to give you part of your surprise now.” She stuck her split tongue in his mouth and played with his tongue using the individual tendrils. Kreen went wide eyed and pushed her off slightly, but with enthusiasm. “Ele, you didn’t? Did you really do the split tongue mod for me?” “The empathy chip allowed me to see how aroused it made you when you brought it up, so, I wanted to do something special just for you.” “I was trying to respect your boundaries Ele, what made you change your mind?” “Honestly Kreen, I’m so horny for you, I want to stay with you, and I want to make your wildest sexual fantasies a reality.” He took her dainty hands in his and looked her in the face, with a kind voice he replied, “Ele there’s nothing more I would like from life right now than to share that experience with you.” Her heart melted, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began kissing again.

The pod arrived at Ele’s home, and they got out. They couldn’t get inside the house fast enough now. They both wanted each other more than they could handle. They ran through the front door and up the stairs to Ele’s bedroom. They went out on her deck which had dim purple lighting, creating a romantic scene next to the pool. Ele tore her dress off and kicked her glossy black heels off, she was now stark naked. She pushed Kreen down onto a chair and began removing his black tux one article of clothing at a time. Kreen’s cock was already hard and ready for Ele’s mouth. She took his underwear off and now he was completely naked too.

She knelt in front of him and grabbed his hard blue cock. He was big, sitting at a respectable eight inches in length and girthy. It was just long enough to use the complete eight inches that her tongue tendrils extended too. She faced his cock admiring its fullness, and the reddish blush the tip had from being taught and hard. She stuck her saliva dripping tendrils out of her mouth. She wrapped one tendril around the middle of his shaft to grip it, and then she began lightly tickling his frenulum with the tips of the other two tendrils. Electricity shot through Kreen’s body as she lightly teased his most sensitive parts. He moaned with pleasure both enjoying the feeling and the sheer kinkiness of what Ele was doing. What she did next made Kreen shiver in extasy. She took one of the tendrils and slowly inserted it in his cock hole. She continued working his frenulum with one tendril, and worked his shaft up and down with the one that was wrapped around. She was expert in her precision for hitting just the right spots all at the same time. The texture of her split tongue was wonderful, the taste buds titillated his very hard cock. He continued moaning while Ele continued her erotic display, she looked up at him with her big crystal blue eyes knowing he was about to cum. “Oh fuck Ele I’m gon… I’m gonna… Cuummm!” He moaned. Cum busted out around the tendril shoved in his cock hole and into Ele’s pretty, blue face. One rope landing across her big blue titties. She had truly made him explode. She wasn’t quite finished with him yet. There was one more thing she wanted to try.

She let Kreen’s orgasm quiet down. He admired her cum covered face and tits. “Ele that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.” He said to her. “Good, I hope your ready for a second helping.” Ele replied. He looked unsure but didn’t say no. She took her tongue tendrils and wrapped them around his cock in a helix pattern. She unraveled the tendrils, and wrapped them again, creating a circular motion around his whole cock. It was like being fucked with a soft wet pussy twirling around his cock; only it was Ele’s tongue instead. The sensation was electrical. She continued this motion; she could feel the veins on his shaft getting tighter and the head getting fuller. Not a minute later Kreen moans, “Ele I thin… I think I’m gon… cum again.” These were exactly the results Ele was looking for. “Fuck fuck fuck, Ellleee please!” White jizz shot out and burst through the edges of her tongue tendrils enclosing his cock. Ele squeezed the helix tighter until his orgasm subsided. She let go slurping the cum into her mouth and swallowing. She smiled at him in delight, her face still covered in jizz. “Ele that was the most incredible thing ever, but I’m done.” He said to her. She giggled, “I know silly, I just really wanted tonight to be something you’ll never forget. “Believe me Ele I will remember this night for the rest of my life. She cleaned the jizz off her and straddled Kreen. She revealed a pill in her hand. “This is a new cutting-edge drug that is supposed to restore a man to full stamina almost instantly. I want you to take it and then I want you to fuck me.” Kreen knocked the pill back not asking questions, he wanted to please Ele too. Little did they know how wild of a night they were about to have.

End of Chapter 1!

Notes for chapter two: If you enjoyed this please comment and let me know what you think. In chapter two Ele has given Kreen a special pill that will restore his sex drive instantly, the only catch is that it sends him past his usual horniness and gives Ele the night of her life. I have a part three planned as well which will include two new characters but the same universe. Thanks for reading!

Here's where to catch up with the story:

Ch. 01 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vsg54v/in_emilys_pocket_ch_01_fmgentlefdommc/

Ch. 02 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/zerr86/in_emilys_pocket_ch_02_fm_20s_gentle_femdom_mind/

Ch. 03 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/13mfyp6/in_emilys_pocket_ch_03_f23f23gentle_femdommind/

“OK, yeah, let’s do that instead…” I mumbled without having registered a word Emily said. Instead I was completely lost in her eyes. That kept happening to me whenever she looked at me. I would slip into this helpless, hypnotized state of mind. Everything else in the world would dim and my gorgeous blonde goddess would become the only real thing. I felt like her blue eyes were so deep one day I might drown in them and never find the surface again.

“No, Devon!” Her sharp response snapped me back to reality.

“What’s wrong, Babe?”

“You always just agree with whatever I say. You say you want Thai and I say I could go for a pizza and just like that you agree with me. You’re allowed to want what you want. I’m not telling you to change your mind.”

Em seemed actually kind of upset. I shook my head to clear the fog. “I’m sorry, Em. What did I say I wanted?” I couldn’t remember. All I could think about was how good a slice of pizza would be. I was so hungry for pizza.

Emily looked at me like she couldn’t believe I was being serious. “You said you wanted Thai food.”

“Oh,” I thought about it and I could remember saying it, but I couldn’t remember how it felt to actually want it. “Well, it doesn’t matter because I’d really like to order pizza now and that’s what you want so it seems like a win-win.”

“No, Dev! It’s not a win-win. You always fold when I express any desire at all. Even accidentally! I feel like I can’t mention anything I want or I’ll steamroll anything you want. I want you to argue with me!”

“But I want what you want!” I couldn’t understand why we were arguing about how we didn’t argue anymore. And I was having trouble focusing because Emily was there and so gorgeous and powerful and the way I had her full attention made my body feel like I stuck my finger into an electrical socket. Did she have any idea the effect she had on me? She was so overwhelming. No wonder I always went along with whatever she said. Any mere mortal would do the same.

“We haven’t had a proper argument in months! We never have to compromise on anything. I just get my way all day every day.”

“Is that a problem though? I want you to get your way.”

Em sighed in frustration. “I can’t get it all the time though. Not if we want to have a real relationship. Do you remember a couple months ago when I made you take me out for a date instead of playing video games?”

I nodded.

“You haven’t touched the game a single time since then.”

“I haven’t really wanted to…”

“Because once you found out I didn’t want you to play it so much, it was like that entire aspect of who you are just vanished.”

“Em, I don’t think it’s a great loss. I genuinely don’t care about it. Besides, it was a huge waste of time.”

“No, I thought it was a huge waste of time! You loved it! Don’t you see? I have to walk on eggshells around you or one day I might wake up and I won’t have Devon, I’ll have a Devon-shaped robot who already agrees with everything I say.”

That stung more than I would have liked to admit. Partially because I knew she wasn’t far off. “Ok then I’ll argue with you! I’ll insist I get my way sometimes!”

Em flashed me a look that said ‘be serious.’

“Well? How can you expect me to argue with you if you and I both know you can make me do whatever you want?”

“I wouldn’t do that!” She shot back.

“Never? Not even once?”

Her cheeks flared red. God, she looked so fucking fine. I wanted to call off the whole fight right then. But I couldn’t. Emily had asked for an argument and I was complying.

“I apologized for that,” she said. “I still feel awful.”

“Yeah, you felt bad after the fact, but in the moment you were pissed off and you snapped. Emily, I sat in the car for hours before we left because you told me not to make us late again.”

“I didn’t realize you were in there that long. I didn’t mean you had to be ready to leave that second.”

“You gave me a command and I had to obey, Em. It was a fucking forceful one too.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“I know you don’t want to, but my point is that you can at any time. We both know one word in a moment of frustration and I’d fold immediately. So why should we bother arguing? Why pretend when we both know you’re going to get your way?”

Emily paused, thinking. “You know, this is the most we’ve argued in months.” A sheepish smile crossed her lips.

“You told me to.”

“Maybe I should tell you to disagree with me from time to time?” she suggested.

“Then you’re still telling me what to want, except I’d want the opposite of what you want.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m so sorry, Dev. This is just so tough. Do you mind if we hug?”

I nodded. I wrapped my arms around her. She had her arms around my neck. “I love you, Devon. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” I breathed. I felt myself slipping back into that hazy mindset. Emily’s perfume and her body pressed against mine became the only sensations I could pay attention to. I felt my cock stiffen in my pants. I really was so happy with her. I didn’t know how to tell her in a way that would convince her I was obsessed with her regardless of her mind control powers.

“What if I just try as hard as I can to resist agreeing with whatever you say?” I suggested. “I think I can if it’s a very light suggestion.”

Emily leaned back and looked up at me, a mischievous smile on her lips, “You think so?”

I was immediately doubting it. Who the fuck was I kidding? One look and I was already nearly giving in. She hadn’t even said anything yet. God, her voice was just too powerful. I didn’t stand a shot.

Still I decided to try my best to resist her. “Yeah, I think I can.” The words almost caught in my throat. I had trouble even saying it. “Let’s try it.”

“Ok, what do you want, Dev?”

I thought about it. “Why don't we go out tonight? We can have some drinks, stay out all night. You know, really let loose.” I tried to state this as confidently as I could and I steeled myself to hold firm.

“I don't know, Dev,” she said, “I'm already feeling done for the day. What about next weekend?”

Em’s voice was flat and relaxed. I knew she was trying to lob me a softball to give me a chance. When she wanted to, Emily had a tone of voice that would have me on my knees and obeying her even before I realized what had happened. She rarely used that tone, but when she did I fell over myself to obey her. Even with her taking it easy on me I felt my throat constrict as I tried to disagree with her. She could see it too. I was practically sweating from the effort of holding onto the dream of a wild night out.

“Let’s go, uh, let’s go and…” I stammered. I couldn’t make myself say it. It was the combination of her eyes and her scent and the way she smiled. That's all that filled my head. Her eyes on me. Her voice in my ear. I just wanted to say whatever words in whatever order that would make her happy.

“Babe, it’s ok,” Emily reassured me.

“Let’s go and make ourselves comfortable on the couch!” I blurted out. “We can put on a movie. Order a pizza. I can rub your feet!” It all came out as a submissive avalanche. I felt so pathetic. I was also undeniably turned on that she could twist my mind up like a pretzel even when she was trying not to.

Emily patted my hand to console me. “It’s ok. You tried. We both knew that wouldn’t work.”

I nodded in frustration. She reached behind my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed her deeply. I was filled with this overwhelming feeling of love for her. She really was so good to me. I didn’t deserve her. She was trying so hard to accommodate my desires even when it was basically impossible.

Emily pulled back from the kiss. “Devon, what if I’m the problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, what if I’m not here looking at you and telling you what I want? What if that’s just too overwhelming?”

“Maybe. What should we do instead?”

“What if I write down what I want on a piece of paper? Or I text it to you? Maybe it’s being in the same room with me that causes it.”

“It’s worth a shot,” I said. I actually felt pretty hopeful. It would be a huge pain in the ass to have all of our arguments via text, but at least it would allow for a more normal balance of power in the relationship.

“Ok so next time we’re apart I’ll text you and have you do something you would never do. You just need to try your hardest to disobey, ok?”

I nodded, trying to project confidence I didn’t feel. “I think this could work.”

Emily patted my chest consolingly, “You better hope so, Babe.” Then she turned to leave the room.

My stomach dropped. “Uh, why should I hope so? Babe, what are you going to text me?”

“Doesn’t matter, does it? Like you said, you think this will work.”

I was so fucked and I knew it. I hoped she couldn’t tell how nervous I was every time I checked my phone. She was content to let me sweat it out a bit though because she didn’t end up testing my resolve until the next afternoon. She told me she was going out to lunch with some friends and then they would hit up a few stores. I tried to feign nonchalance as I kissed her goodbye, but the moment she was out the door I started pacing. I was bracing myself for the text, but minutes turned into hours and it never came.

I didn’t know why this test was making my heart race. Emily had been controlling my mind with commands and suggestions for months. I was fine with it. Ultimately, I was either not going to be able to resist, in which case we would be back at square one, or I would and we would have an avenue of communication like a normal couple. Still this command felt different. I was going to have to try as hard as I could to resist and I was really doubting my chances. If Emily could do this over text and from far away without the influence of her eyes and voice overpowering me, it was completely hopeless. It would just be further proof of how completely, utterly devoted I was to her.

I couldn’t pace all afternoon. I needed to do something to get my mind off Emily. Outside the window I noticed that the grass was looking a little on the long side. It was probably due to be mowed. At the very least, it would get me out of the house for an hour and give me a reason to stop checking my phone for a text that may or may not be coming. It was entirely possible Emily was planning on making me wait days or even weeks in the hopes of catching me off guard. If that was what she was really planning to do, that would be torture, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I went out to the shed and pulled out the old push mower I kept running with duct tape and prayers every summer. It started up after the usual half-dozen yanks on the cable. As I began to carve lines up and down the lawn, the rhythm of the work relaxed me. The hot, afternoon sun beat down on my shoulders. Before long I knew I was sweating through my clothes.

I had been mowing for a while and was nearly finished when I felt my phone buzz. I had forgotten that I was expecting the text from Emily. With my heart pounding in my chest, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. There was one message from Emily.

My heart nearly stopped. The message was a selfie from her. In the photo, Emily was standing in a dressing room wearing a pair of jeans. In the mirror, I could see how great they made her ass look and I could also see that she had nothing else on. Right after the picture, she said, “What do you think?”

“What a fucking tease,” was my first thought. She had to know I was dying of anticipation. But god, how could I be mad? She was so fucking gorgeous. My beautiful, blonde haired, blue-eyed goddess. I quickly tapped out a response that hopefully would not let on how nervous I had been to open the text, “Wow, you look incredible. Do you need help taking those off later?”

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket. There was just a little of the lawn left to mow. I could get that last section real quick and then head inside for a shower. As I started up the mower again, the neighbor across the street was just walking outside towards his mailbox. He shot up a friendly wave, which I returned and then began pushing the lawn mower for the last few passes.

I hadn’t even finished that pass when I felt my phone vibrate again. My stomach dropped. Before I knew what I was doing I had my phone in my hand and swiped past the lock screen. There was a new message from Em waiting for me. It said: “Good idea, Babe. I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl to our bedroom. I’ll be home soon.”

My knees hit the ground before I had even finished reading the text. I immediately started to crawl inside, leaving my phone abandoned in the grass. I only hoped the neighbor across the street had gone inside and that he didn’t see me like this and decide to come check on me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought. I clamped my eyes shut. I needed to focus. Once again I had folded in an instant. I needed to try to fight this. Emily wasn’t even in the room with me this time. She was miles away. She hadn’t commanded me with her voice or looked at me with her hypnotic eyes. All she had done was text me a simple desire. Not even really a command, just her wishes. I had still obeyed her.

With my eyes closed I tried to will my hand to stop moving. I needed to stop crawling. I needed to prove this was possible, even if it was more difficult than I would have believed. I knew Emily was powerful and irresistible, but I hadn’t really thought she could do this to me. I had thought it was her presence that was intoxicating, but it wasn’t that, it was just the idea of her. Maybe she really was an actual goddess or something, because this was crazy.

I used every ounce of willpower to just stop my hand from moving. I needed it to pause for a moment. Just for a second. Even that small victory would be something. And for a second it seemed like maybe I did stop it. Was it just my imagination or did it slow down? Whether it did or not, I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter because nothing I could do would actually stop my body from crawling when Emily told me to crawl. I gave up fighting and scampered on my hands and knees inside the house and up to our bedroom like an obedient puppy.

It wasn’t until I was kneeling at the foot of our bed in the dark, covered in dirt, sweat, and grass clippings that it really settled in just how thoroughly whipped I was. Maybe the most whipped man in all of history, on his hands and knees waiting for his girlfriend to get home and give him permission to move. I was humiliated and turned on. It was getting difficult to tell those feelings apart some days. While I waited for her, I had some time to think. All I knew was that no matter what this new development meant, I needed Emily. She was all I wanted. I wanted to feel her body and see her smile and hear her laugh. These circumstances were unbelievable and a confusing turn on, but my love for her was real and there was so much of it. Emily was sweet and kind and caring towards me, even through all this. I never once doubted that she wanted what was best for me and I trusted her to give it to me. I thought that maybe having my life held in the palm of her hand was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I couldn’t imagine being in better hands.

It wasn’t long before Emily came home and found me kneeling at the foot of our bed, dirty and disheveled from yard work. I felt so embarrassed I couldn’t look up at her. “Alright, Babe, you can get up.” There was a teasing, overly pleased tone to her voice. It was the sound of someone who had just decisively won a bet.

I pulled myself up to stand and as soon as I did Emily wrapped both arms around my neck in a tight embrace. She was halfway to kissing me, when she paused and looked me up and down. “Why are you so filthy, Dev?”

“I was mowing the lawn when you texted,” I said.

Her eyes grew wide. “You were outside?”

I nodded.

“And I made you crawl all the way in here?”

I nodded again.

“Dev, I am so sorry. I didn’t think you’d go out at all. Did anyone see you?”

I winced. “The guy across the street might have. I’m not sure.”

She patted my chest, “Well, let’s hope not. I don’t know how you’d explain that.”

“Me eith-'' My thought was cut off as Em pulled me in for a kiss. I felt my defenses and embarrassment melt away.

She broke off the kiss and asked, “Did you resist it at all?”

“Not really.”

“Not even for a second?”

“It seemed like it might, but it was just my imagination. So you win. I give up.”

“Aww Baby. We can figure this out.”

“Nope! I’m waving the white flag. I submit.”

A smirk crossed her features. “You submit, huh? I like the sound of that.”

My cock stirred in my pants. With her body pressed up against me, I know she felt it too.

“I had some time to think while I waited for you to come home.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I have a possible solution for our situation.”

“What is it, Dev?”

I was struggling to find the words to tell her what I needed to say. There she was looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. She was the woman I had fallen in love with. And in her eyes I could feel her love for me pouring out. I knew what I needed to tell her. I just need to set my pride aside and say the words.

“Emily, I trust you. I know you love me. I know you want what's best for me and us.”

“Yes, of course, Babe!”

I smiled and forged ahead, “I don’t want to argue with you anymore. I want you to choose for me.”

“What are you saying, Dev?”

“I’m saying I trust you to take care of me, Em. I’m all yours.”

Her eyes welled up and she pulled me down to kiss her. “I’ll always take care of you, Devon.” She whispered, “I love you.”

“I know,” I said.

After that, we just held each other as tight as we could. I picked her up off her feet and just held her. My heart was so full of love for her.

“So I guess I’m officially in charge now?” she said.

I laughed and set her down. “Yup, you’re the boss.”

She smiled so wide. “I wear the pants in the relationship?”

“We both know you have for a while.”

This time she laughed. “Yeah, I guess so.” Em seemed to make a decision. “Well then, let me take care of you, my sweet boy.”

She took my hand and led me to the shower. Wordlessly, she undressed me, peeling off my dirty clothes one layer at a time. She took her time, peppering my face, neck, and body with kisses. I didn’t dare say a word and risk spoiling the moment. Instead, I relaxed into her delicate care. I knew I had made the right decision. I was in capable hands.

Emily led me into the shower where she meticulously and lovingly scrubbed all the dirt off my body. She guided my hands on where to touch her and hold her. I obeyed every instruction. When we were done she dried me off and led me back to our room. She had me sit down on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me. My heart was thumping in my chest. She was so gorgeous, my Goddess. Her teases and touches and kisses had left my cock hard and throbbing. Looking up at me, she took my cock in her mouth. With long, slow dips of her head she swallowed up my whole length. I moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, Emily,” I said. In response, she swirled her tongue around my shaft. I caught my breath. She sucked up and down my whole length until, before long, I felt an orgasm building. She sucked down every drop. I fell back on the bed, out of breath and empty headed.

She crawled up on the bed next to me and kissed my forehead. I smiled at her in a daze. “I’m going to take great care of you. You’re a very lucky man.”

I couldn’t string two words together at that moment, but what I wanted to tell her was that I couldn’t agree more.

“What the fuck!? Samantha’s off script, she isn’t supposed to like her punishment. We have to do something.”

“No we Don’t.”

“What? What do you mean “no we don’t”?”

“The viewers numbers are up. Almost the best they have ever been. It usually takes a long time for a star to adjust to our program. I mean, it took Puppy 3 months remember?”

“That’s true. I’m just worried that the show will lose its “risk factor” if we don’t do something.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t have control for long.”

Part 4:

Sam looked down at Puppy. A feeling of power mixed with rage filled her. She was disgusted by her “new pet” but recognized what she represented. The hidden dark fantasy’s of Sam’s mind. The things she looked at in secret. The things people shouldn’t know brought to light in this sick game being played.

“I said she looks thirsty. Isn’t that right Puppy?” She asked, hands on her hips. Puppy looked up at her, and shook her head yes.

The brunette woman, the trainer, looked like she was about this say something but stopped. Her hand raised up and adjusted something in her ear. That’s when Sam noticed that she too had earpiece. Sam looked down at Puppy. Same earpiece.

“Understood.” The trainer responded to the voice in her ear. She then looked at Sam.

“Continue.”

“That’s what I thought. Now don’t slow down. Puppy said she’s thirsty, let’s get her some juice.” Sam snarled as she slid the bowl so it was positioned directly under her pets pussy.

The trainer understood. She pushed her fingers in as deep as they could go. Curled her fingers down and started pumping. The pet’s knees bent inward as a moan escaped her lips. Her muscles tightened. And for the first time Puppy tried to say something other than “puppy”.

“Oh……Oh fuc…..”

“No! You’re a dog! Dogs say woof!” Sam said maliciously, scolding the animal in front of her.

“Mmm….W……woo..”

Puppy was soo wet. You could hear it. A sloppy sound was made with every stroke of the trainer’s fingers.

“Come on you can do better than that!” Sam mocked. The events of the last day completely out of her mind. She was engrossed in the scene in front of her.

“Woo….oof”

Puppy’s breathing was now shaky. Her skin starting to blush as her muscles continued to tighten. Craving the inevitable release.

“Come on! Bark for me whore!” The words flew out of Sam’s mouth. She was primal. Her basic instincts taking over. She didn’t even notice the moistness in her underwear.

“Wooooooof!!”

Puppy screamed as her body began to shake. She snorted as she tried to breath. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy as her legs gave out. Dropping her ass and pussy down toward the bowl beneath her. The trainer increased her pace and Sam heard it. The sweet sloshy sounds of puppy about to cum. Sam bent down so she could see. At first there wasn’t much, just a few white drops of fluid. She needed more.

“Be a good girl and give it to me. Let it all out.”

The pet heard this and it pushed her over the edge. Puppy’s eyes rolled back as her neck muscles bulged. Her face contorted and her breathing stopped. The cloudy fluid started to flow out between her lips. Rolling through her hair well groomed mound and dripping into her drinking dish. Her legs shook violently as her pussy convulsed, sending out a stream of liquid. The pet gasped for air as stream of puppy juice squirted from her hole. The trainer furiously sped up her pace and Sam backed up a little. She knew what was going to happen next. She didn’t want to get wet.

The dam broke loose. The trainers hand was a juicer and she was determined to get every last drop. Every time she forced her finger deeper more would come, juices quickly filling the pets dish. The trainer then quickly removed her fingers as Puppy bucked and shook. Her ass spread into a gape for a moment before closing. The pet convulsed for a moment before reaching back and sliding her fingers back into her pussy. She lifted one leg off the ground and held it up while furiously fingering herself.

“Oh my god! You have more in there don’t you? Are you trying to mark your territory?” Sam asked with a mocking tone.

Puppy squealed in response. Her finger sloshing her wet hole as more rolled down her leg. Her fingers forced out by a powerful jet of her cum. She rubbed her clit as it splashed the area around her. Sam blinked as a few drops splashed her face. Puppy rubbed until she couldn’t hold her leg up anymore. She collapsed to the flooor.

Sam wiped her face clean and pushed the trainer out of the way.

“Come here.” Sam said as she grabbed puppy’s collar. Pulling puppy’s sweaty face and wide eyes up to meet her gaze.

“Come on pet. Clean up you mess.” Sam demanded as she forcefully spun her around by the collar. She pointed to the floor.

Sam watched as her pet leaned down and stuck her tongue out. Puppy looked in up at her master, locking eyes with her. She pressed her tongue to the floor and slowly dragged it through the puddle she made. She then kissed the floor. Sam could hear her slurp up her own cum.

“Kneel.” Sam ordered.

Her pet did as she was told. Kneeling in anticipation. Puppy watched as Sam leaned down and grabbed her drinking bowl.

“Open up.”

She looked up at Sam and opened her mouth. The bowl was raised over her head. She watched as Sam slowly tilt the bowl forward. She leaned forward and tried to catch as much as she could in her mouth. Letting her mouth fill, then overflow. She gargled, letting the taste linger a bit before swallowing.

~ That’s enough fun Samantha. ~

Sam dropped the bowl to the floor.

“Fun! Does this look like fun?! You made me…”

~ We didn’t make you do anything Samantha. Look around you. The trainer left 5 minutes ago.~

“What?” Sam looked around. He was right, she wasn’t here anymore. She was so focused on what she was doing she find even notice she left. She looked at Puppy, and the familiar feeling a shame creeped in.

“I…… I…… you made me..”

~ We told you to watch. The rest was all you baby girl, and you loved it. ~

Sam fell silent. She asked herself why she did it. Why she picked that as Puppy’s punishment. Where did she even get the idea? She knew where, from the dark depths of her own dirty imagination. She reached her hand down and felt between her legs. She felt the wet spot. She was soaked all the way through.

~ Please leave Jasmine and return home. There you will find your next task. ~

Puppy crawled back to her kennel crawled inside and laid down.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/s/zfVpUH71Ar

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/s/GZHviZPTHB

Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/s/u55KsnIWJc

I’m happy to see people interested in this story. I have more tasks in store for Samantha. Her future in this production may take an unexpected turn as well. Stay tuned.

Colin and Tara are in Colin's apartment, playing a video game. They are coworkers, and very, very close friends.

Tara: I'm enjoying this, don't get me wrong, but how is it possible? Where's what's her name?

Colin: Her name's Bonnie, and I know that you know that, I don't know where she is, probably at home, she's pissed at me.

Tara: (very sarcastic) Uh oh, what did you do?

Colin: (actually annoyed) I didn't do anything, it's her fucking fault, and she can stay pissed until she figures that out.

Tara: (now serious) Oh, sorry, are you actually upset? What happened?

Colin: Nothing, nevermind, it's not important. I really don't want to talk about it.

Tara: When someone doesn't want to talk about something, they don't say 'I don't want to talk about it,' they just keep their fucking mouth shut. Now, (jokingly) what'd you do?

Colin: Fine, but as soon as you start laughing, I'm done.

Tara: (holding back laughter) What makes you think I'm going to laugh? Sorry, I promise, tell me?

Colin: Ok. (long, dramatic pause) So, we were having a soak session, and I almost came in her. I pulled out in time, but I still got it all over her dress.

Tara: (laughing loudly) Oh my god! I have so many questions! Most important of which is -What the fuck is a Soak Session?

Colin: (not actually upset, but pretending to be) Fuck you, you can be such a bitch sometimes.

Tara: (recovering from laughter) No, seriously, what does that mean?

Colin: You know she's Mormon right?

Tara: Fucking ridiculous, I didn't even know they could date, but yes, I'm aware.

Colin: (very serious) She's not allowed to have sex, because of her faith, or whatever, so we do this thing called soaking. Basically, I just put it inside of her, and we stay completely still.

Tara: By 'it' you mean your dick?

Colin: Obviously.

Tara: She's had your dick inside of her, and that doesn't count as sex?

Colin: Apparently not. Look, I haven't read the bible, so I don't know how it all works, but apparently in the vagina is fine, as long as there is no movement, but in the ass is always a sin.

Tara: That doesn't seem right. I feel like there was a lot of butt fucking in Biblical times. Isn't that where the word Sodomy comes from?

Colin: I think so. Speaking of which, did you have a butt plug in for part of your shift the other day?

Tara: Yeah. Mike asked me to, he gets off on it. Was it very noticable?

Colin: Yeah, well, I mean, yes, it was noticed by many.

Tara: Yeah, I got a smaller one. (Tara stands up, and turns around) Can you tell now?

Colin: No. (Long pause) Why did you put that in to come over here?

Tara: I'm seeing Mike later, I have to stretch it out before, or he will absolutely destroy me.

Colin: (extreme sarcasm) Thanks. Thanks for that visual.

Tara: (laughing) So, back to my questions. Like, how did an atheist bartender end up soaking his dick in a Mormon? Like, how the fuck did you even meet her?

Colin: (grinning, slight chuckle) She just knocked on my door one day, wanting to talk about Jesus.

Tara: (laughing) And just like that, you dicked her down?

Colin: (laughing) No, she came back the next day.

Tara: (fake shock) You fucked this Mormon chick the day after you met her?

Colin: First of all, it's soaking, not fucking, and secondly, yes.

Tara: (laughing loudly) What is the actual difference? I mean besides not moving, like, you're still naked and kissing and stuff, right?

Colin: Oh, god no. We don't kiss, it's not allowed. And neither of us are naked.

Tara: This keeps getting weirder. You've never kissed her?

Colin: No.

Tara: And you've never seen her naked?

Colin: Nope.

Tara: But you've had your dick inside of her?

Colin: Yep.

Tara: Does she take that stupid bonnet off?

Colin: Different chick, that was my old girlfriend, Bonnie doesn't wear a bonnet.

Tara: And the old girlfriend, remind me, she was a...?

Colin: Mennonite.

Tara: Did you have to soak your dick in her too?

Colin: No, she was a freak. She loved to fuck, a little too much.

Tara: Be honest, did she keep the bonnet on when you fucked her?

Colin: Yeah. Like I said, Freak.

Tara: Oh, was she the one with the cross tattoo on her pussy?

Colin: Not just a cross, I mean the most graphic and detailed crucifix that I have ever seen. (Colin shows Tara a picture of the tattoo on his phone)

Tara: Oh my god! You would basically be sucking on his toes when you went down on her.

Colin: Yeah, I had to close my eyes. She would have me pull out and jizz right on it.

Tara: Your relationships are so weird. Let's get back to the dick warmin' Mormon (both laugh). So, you're both fully dressed?

Colin: Yep.

Tara: Panties on or off?

Colin: Off.

Tara: What position are you in?

Colin: I'm on my back, she's on top.

Tara: But not riding your dick, just kind of sitting on it?

Colin: Correct.

Tara: And you can get off like that?

Colin: No, not at all. I usually can't even stay hard.

Tara: What? Why not?

Colin: Because there's no foreplay, no kissing, or touching, I mean, I've never even seen her vagina. I have to work up my own erection. And she's not, like, completely dry, but she's far from wet. It's hard to get it in, and then there's nothing to keep me 'motivated' so it just sort of falls out.

Tara: Falls out?

Colin: Fall isn't the right word, it's ejected.

Tara: (laughing) Ejected? What the fuck kind of pussy does she have?

Colin: (flustered) Not ejected. She's just so tight that her vagina forces, or pushes my dick out of her. I'm usually only inside of her for like a minute tops.

Tara: Then how did you almost jizz inside of her?

Colin: That time was different, we both fell asleep, and I was still in her. My dick just got hard, like it always does when I fall asleep. But this time I got hard inside of her, and I was pretty deep. Is there a word for when you orgasm, and your vagina starts like tightening and loosening on its own, pulsating, or throbbing?

Tara: I've never had that happen to me from regular sex. I have to get both my holes involved for that, and even then it's pretty rare. Her pussy just started quivering from you simply being inside of her?

Colin: Yeah, it was crazy. Suddenly I'm hard as fuck, her pussy's going crazy, she tries to get off of me, and that movement, her pulling herself off my dick was all it took. My dick was just barely out of her when I came, shot it inside her dress. All the way up the front.

Tara: What did she do?

Colin: She was pissed, she started getting hysterical, mumbling under her breath, saying some Jesus shit. Then she stormed out of here.

Tara: What about her dress?

Colin: She had to wear it, it's not like she carries around an extra one. Big ass cum stain on her chest. You know what it looked like?

Tara: (genuinely curious) What?

Colin: Cum. It looked like cum.

Tara: (laughing) Only you, this shit doesn't happen to anyone else.

Colin: I know.

There is a long, easy silence, both Colin and Tara are lost in there own thoughts.

Tara: I wanna try.

Colin: Try what?

Tara: Soaking.

Colin: Why? You can fuck, why would you settle for soaking?

Tara: I don't know, it might be better than sex. You almost broke Bonnie's pussy.

Colin: That's different, she's never had regular sex, she doesn't know what she's missing out on. You do. You'd be bored.

Tara: Nope, I've decided, I need to try it.

Colin: Mike is going to laugh when you explain it to him. You think he will do it?

Tara: Fuck no, he wouldn't do it. We would be halfway to pound town before I could even finish explaining it.

Colin: Exactly.

Tara: So, (long, dramatic pause) You're going to do it.

Colin: (real, actual surprise) What?!

Tara: Yeah, Mike won't do it, I refuse to talk to a Mormon, so that leaves you.

Colin: Nope, nope, fuck no.

Tara: Why not? Don't be like this. You didn't even consider it.

Colin: There's nothing to consider.

Tara: Just think about it.

Colin: Are you fucking serious?

Tara: Yes!

Colin: This is absolutely fucking ridiculous. You would seriously consider us fucking?

Tara: First of all, it's soaking, not fucking, and secondly, yes.

(They exchange a smile)

Colin: I cannot believe this. Now I'm considering it.

Tara: Yes! The last time Mike and I tried something new, we were going to have an orgy. All these guys were like, yeah, we'll come, and bring our girls, and everybody can fuck everybody.

Colin: Yeah? What happened?

Tara: One couple showed up, and it was someone Mike knows. They guys ended up going for beers, and I hung out with his girlfriend. She did my nails, it was actually nice.

Colin: See. Why doesn't regular shit ever happen to me?

Tara: Yeah, right, so, you ready to put your dick in me?(laughing)

Colin: I'm as ready as going to be.

(Tara pulls down her pants and panties at the same time, revealing a small patch of very well groomed pubic hair)

Colin: (staring at Tara's pussy) That's looks nice. How much time do spend on it to get it that...neat?

Tara: Just a few minutes a day, in the shower. You think it's pretty?

Colin: Yeah, it looks nice. I like it.

Tara: Thanks, (genuinely smiling, slightly blushing) That made me feel really good.

Colin: (pulling down his pants and boxers at the same time, partially erect) I think the bed would be too intimate. Let's just do it right here on the floor, ok?

Tara: Yeah, that sounds...(seeing Colin's dick) Jesus fucking fuck! Are you fucking serious? Holy fuck!

Colin: What?

Tara: You've got a huge cock! Goddam Huge I say. Fucking massive. Fuck me, besides porn, that is the biggest one I have ever seen.

Colin: Really?

Tara: Fuck yes, really! You didn't know?

Colin: I thought I was average, regular, I mean, really?

Tara: (Grabbing Colin's dick) Christ, I can't even fit my hand around it. (Tara drops to her knees in front of Colin's fully erect penis) Hit me in the face with it! Not too hard though, ok?

Colin: What the fuck, no. You are so weird. Why do chicks always ask for that?

Tara: I'm not the first person to ask you to hit her in the face with your Enormous Fucking Cock?

Colin: No. And I'm not doing it. And no, you can't take a selfie with it.

Tara: (getting her phone out) What? Why the fuck not? Lay it across my face, you won't even be in the picture. Just your huge dick!

Colin: No. Are we doing this or not?

Tara: Fine. Let me get a little wet first. (Tara wets two of her fingers in her mouth, then jams them into her vagina) Come here, I wanna get some saliva on that thing before I try to take it.

Colin: (nonchalantly inserts his dick into Tara's open mouth) I can't believe you talked me into this.

Tara: (removes Colin's dick from her mouth) Yeah, let's get started, I can't fit enough of it in my mouth anyway.

Colin lays on his back, Tara mounts him, and very gingerly slides herself down on his dick. They both feel her plug pressing against his erection. They sit like this for several seconds.

Tara: This is it?

Colin: Yep. Told you you would be bored.

Tara: Yeah. It feels nice. You are very big, and I feel really full, which is great. But I want to move.

Colin: I thought that would happen with Bonnie. That soaking was just an excuse to get it in, then we would actually start having sex, you know, moving. But we just sit like this. Sometimes she lays down on me.

Tara: Yeah. And I can feel you getting soft too. I see what you mean now. (Tara begins to contract and relax the muscles in her vagina, kegel exercises on Colin's dick)

Colin: Are you doing that?

Tara: Obviously.

Colin: Right. It was just like that, but rapid, and when she tensed up, it was super tight, like I didn't think I would be able to get it out.

Tara: (increases the speed and force, obviously straining to do so, she makes a wincing sound with every contraction) I don't think I can go any faster.

Colin: Yeah. Maybe you should stop. I'm getting...I mean...I could cum from this.

Tara: You think? (unable to tense and relax any faster, she focuses on increasing the pressure, squeezing as hard as she can)

Colin: Tara...Tara...Tara...Fuck I'm going to cum! (Tara squeezes her pussy as tight as she can, and sits down on Colin's dick with all her weight) Fuck....(Colin ejaculates, breathing heavily) You didn't fucking hear me? I told you I was going cum. Why didn't you get off?

Tara: (smiling from ear to ear) Oops.

Colin: (smiling, not angry at all) Fuck you, oops. You did that on purpose.

Tara: (about to agree with him, but interrupted by her phone's message alert) That's Mike. I got to go. See you tomorrow?

Colin: Yeah, sure.

Tara: Ok, we can try again?

Colin: Yeah, sure.

This is the second part to my succubus story. I'm writing this to be a longer peice but have broken it up into smaller sections for ease of reading.

Part 1

It had been several weeks since the summoning and I still hadn’t gotten around to fixing the carpet back into place..  I’d awoken several hours after she had left me, lying in a heap on the ruffled, sweat stained covers of my small bed.  My body had felt heavy and drained and had taken a great force of will to even open my eyes and crawl under the covers properly.  Visions of her had continued to swim through my mind since.  The way her lithe, little body moved under mine and how she had ridden me, with a need I had never experienced before.  There had been no doubt as to who had been in charge.  I craved more..

As the days dragged by I could feel the need for her becoming a deep and desperate pressure in the pit of my stomach.  I had tried jerking off multiple times, to anything and everything I could think of.  But nothing got me even remotely excited or close to finishing.  It was as if she had forced me to want her and her alone.  I didn’t even know her name. Though that was hardly surprising, it was going to take a long time for her to trust me with something like that, if it was even possible.  And that was if she even came back. So I continued to trudge through life one day wondering if she would ever return. 

It was late on a Friday evening, I was stepping out of the shower and toweling down when I caught a hint of smoke and wood fire drifting through the flat. Frowning, I wandered through the kitchen and into the front room noticing that the aroma was becoming stronger and mixing with a heavy musky scent.  I felt my dick twitch and the bottom of my stomach fall away as my subconscious recognised it for what it was before my brain caught up.  I stepped into my bedroom and found her sprawled across the bed waiting for me.  A little coquettish smile played across her lips as she saw me.

“You came back” I said lamely, the longing in my voice obvious.

“Of course,” She replied. 

We stared at each other for what felt like an age.  She seemed to be waiting for me to do something, anything.  And I tried to get my body to move.  But it stubbornly remained anchored to the spot, stupidly refusing to move. 

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” She pouted, a hurt look flashing across her small round face. She curled her legs underneath her and sat up straight pushing her little chest out letting me see the curve of her body through her sheer dress.

“Of course I am’. I said, mirroring her pout back at her.

She crossed her arms and let out a little ‘hmmp’.

Well if that’s how you're going to behave, then maybe I should just go……” She let the words hang in the air.  “But it looks like your poor little penis would be ever so sad if I did” 

Looking down I hadn't realised how hard I was.  Seeing her had brought back every memory and feeling in vivid detail. I had only to let my mind unfocus for a second and it was filled with visions of her again.  You could see the blood pulsing through the shaft causing it to quiver as I stood naked at the foot of the bed.

“Oh this?  I was thinking of someone I used to know while I was in the shower” I said trying to sound nonchalant, but it sounded lame even to my ears.

“Really?” her voice was sickly sweet and edged with venom.  I felt a thrill of fear and a small part of me relished the sensation of eliciting such a reaction.

She rose to her feet, in one fluid motion, and advanced towards me across the bed.  Faster than I could flinch, she shot out a hand and grabbed the hair at the back of head forcing me to look up and into her deep dark eyes.

“Well then, I’ll just have to remind you of why you should forget everyone else and focus solely on me” She almost growled at me, licking her fangs.

Using her free hand she took me by the throat and brought her lips to mine, kissing me fiercely, forcing her tongue between my lips. I tasted the sweetness of her saliva, it drove all thoughts other than her from my mind. Suddenly she bit down hard on my lip, enough to draw blood. She broke the embrace and stared down at me, a small furrow wrinkling her brow. 

“I know you were only teasing just then”, she spoke softly and without taking her eyes from mine, “But don’t do it again, ok?” 

The hard edge to her voice caught me slightly off guard, and I was suddenly aware of the savagery that hid behind her beauty, and I lusted after it.  I swallowed, the thick clotting blood seeping into my mouth and nodded, not able to form the words of acknowledgement to reply.

“Good” she smiled sweetly, and patted my cheek. “I can get awfully possessive over my things and I don’t share”.

She ran a small soft hand slowly down my chest, tracing an intricate pattern across my abdomen and slid her hand along the engorged shaft of my dick.  I shuddered in pleasure at her touch, my muscles tensing as she gripped me.  

“Did you really miss me?” she asked, sinking to her knees and sitting back on her haunches, her tail swishing back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm.

“I did,” I said, looking down and reaching out to caress her cheek.  “More than you could know, each day has been agony, not ever knowing if you’d come back, and you never even told me your name”

“Ahhhhhhh, well that's a secret'' she grinned, “Names have power, and power means control.  And that isn’t something to give up lightly.” She looked up at me, “Not yet anyway” and without breaking her gaze she lent forward, taking the entire length of my dick into her mouth, forcing it down her throat’.

I let out a low groan as the wet warmth of her mouth enveloped me and held me tight.  Her hand that was toying with me, moved to gently play with my balls and I could see the satisfaction on her face as she watched me try to control myself. 

Her saliva was starting to run from her lower jaw and down onto my thighs when she finally drew herself back, wiping her chin with her forearm.

“But you know, I do like the loss of control from time to time” She spoke sultrily, bringing her hands up to play with her little breasts under the fabric of her dress. “Now hurry up and rip this thing off and show me how much you missed me”.

Unable to help myself or hold back from the urges surging inside me, I took a hold of her dress, where it sat lightly across her shoulders and tore downwards, shredding the fine material and exposing her. I pushed her back onto the covers and continued to work at the fabric until she lay amid the wreckage of her clothing.  She giggled as I threw the remeants to the floor and lent over to kiss the soft flesh of her stomach.  She took a hold of my head and pushed me down until my lips met the curve of her pelvis, where she wrapped her legs around my neck pulling me into the soft embrace of her crotch.  The seeking tip of my tongue darted out to find the small bump of her clitoris and work it gently in small circles, interspersed with long broad strokes that made her grip me tighter.  I brought my hand up and slid two fingers into her vagina that lay just below my chin.  I curved them in and up, exploring the soft ridges and folds.  She groaned deeply as I worked and her hips began to writhe and buck.  

Grinning and using my spare hand to massage the shaft of my dick, I broke away from the crush of her thighs, wiping at the mixture of fluids from my chin. The groan that filled her throat turned to a soft hiss as I stood over her, enjoying the look of mild annoyance mixed with confusion that flitted across her face.

“What are you doing?! Why did you stop?” she asked somewhat petulantly. “I was enjoying that”

“You told me to show you much I missed you” I replied calmly, looking down at her, “I’m just following as I’m told”.

I reached over and took her hands in mine, spinning her round until she lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress. She started to say something but couldn't finish the thought as I had already guided my cock into her upturned mouth. Her look of confusion turned to glee as she greedily took me in and held me tight.  I felt her tongue begin to make circular motions around my dick. I let out a moan as she grabbed my legs and pulled me further into her. She uttered a muffled grunt as I sunk deeper down her throat, feeling my balls slap gently against her face with each thrust. I reached down to take her breasts in my hands, cupping and pushing them together . I could feel myself edging closer to climax, the tip of my dick tingling with the thought of release.

As if sensing my increasing urgency, she twisted herself away, gasping for breath and I slipped from her mouth.  I growled in dismay at having been cheated right at the last moment.

“Not yet,” she said firmly. Pushing me off her and sitting up.”You still have work to do”

She scooted up the bed and lay back, her head resting on the pillows and eyes boring into me with an intensity and heat I could physically feel. She ran her hands down her chest, across her stomach and arched her back..  Spreading her legs wide she curled a finger at me and beckoned me to her.  

I felt my body respond instinctively, crawling up the bed to mount her. Kneeling between her legs, I ran the tip of my dick along her inner thigh and down across her exposed vulva.  Letting it sit for a moment in the delicate folds of skin.  She sighed lightly as I stroked it back and forth teasingly across the moist opening.  I leaned down over her, taking my weight on my forearms and staring into her eyes as I entered her.  She grabbed my head and kissed me deeply, holding it in place with a strength that excited me.  

Slowly at first, but with a building urgency, I drove myself into her. Each time, pulling back almost to the point exiting before thrusting deeply.  She rocked her hips in time with me and we reached a steady rhythm that I felt I could hold for hours.  Her breaths came in short sharp gasps interspersed with little cries that she tried to stifle with the back of her hand.  

Lowering my head to her chest I took one of her perfect nipples into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.  Making small circles around the now bullet hard tip before nipping it gently with my teeth.  I could hear the moist slapping sounds of our bodies coming together and feel the muscles in her legs tremble. 

 She reached around my back to hug me and pull me to her.  Our now sweat slicked torsos came together, with me lying fully atop her, her face now firmly pressed into my shoulder.  I grasped the back of her head, wrapping my hands into her thick hair and holding firm.  In response I felt her nails claw their way down my back, the sudden hot pain making me cry out, and I redoubled my efforts, turning her giggle into a groan of pleasure.

I could feel myself reaching the edge of what I could endure.  The climax I had been trying to hold off was overtaking me.

“I’m going to cum” I managed to gasp out breathlessly.

“Do it” she whispered into my ear.  I tried to pull away but she held me close refusing to let go. “No, I want you to finish right where you are”

I tried to hold off for a little while longer but it was useless, with a final thrust, the building sensation released in one great wave that raced through my body, sending me slightly delirious with the sudden flood of pleasure.  I emptied myself in a long shuddering orgasm that seemed to last forever.  I could feel my cock still twitching inside her, as I lay in the haze of emotions that ran across my brain.  She took my head and lifted it, looking at me.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked sultrily, a smirk twisting her little mouth.  I nodded and she kissed me, licking the last spots of blood from my lip as she pulled away. 

We stayed tangled together for a while more as our breathing slowed.  After a little while I rolled off her and she turned to face me, running a hand down my cheek.

“I like you” she said matter of factly.

“And I love you” I replied, leaning in to kiss her.

“I know you do” she put hand on my chest to stop me for a moment.  “It’s what I am.  I have that effect on people.  But you’re not.  You’re just in lust with me” as she spoke a sad note entered her voice, as if she had had this conversation a thousand times. “It always ends the same way, but it’s ok” she forced a smile “I’m used to it”.

“No, I do though……” I tried to say but she shushed me with a finger to my lips, but I pulled it away.  “Stay with me. I mean for as long as you can.  Don’t go, not yet.”

She seemed to think hard for a moment.

“I can stay for a while, I suppose,  Until you change your mind.”  She snuggled into me and wrapped my arm protectively around her and held her close, “This is nice”

We lay together on the now damp sheets, our limbs entwined and the sweat slowly cooling on our bare skin.  She had her head resting on my shoulder, the fingers of her delicate hand idly playing with the sparse hair on my chest. 

My heart was still racing in my chest, partly from the exertion, but mostly because I couldn’t believe she had come back and was still here with me. I dare not move for fear of startling her into flight.  Her breathing was coming heavy and slow as sleep slowly stole over her.  She murmured something I didn’t quite catch, I didn’t want to disturb her in such a gentle moment so I held my tongue and closed my eyes.  Enjoying the moment for however long it would last.

So, it was just a regular day, Thursday, I got home from work like normal. But I can tell there's something up with Becca, and she says she not happy with our relationship, and wants to talk. And I'm like, yeah, what's on your mind? So she starts talking to me, and suddenly I feel like I'm at a performance evaluation with my boss, she even gives me the compliment sandwich. She starts off by saying that she really appreciates how supportive I am of her career. Her career, by the way, is a travel vlogger, so she basically just makes videos of herself drinking by hotel pools, and posts them on Instagram. She ends with how I'm a stable and steady force in her life, meaning I have a fucking job and an apartment. But the negative she throws into the middle of all this bullshit, is that I'm not satisfying her enough, physically.

That hurts, and I just kind of sit there, letting it sink in. And she can see I'm upset by the comment, so she's like don't worry, she has 'a plan' that will solve everything. With a lot of beating around the bush, she finally says that she wants to 'bring someone else in'. And I'm like what the fuck, are we subcontracting a drywall job, what does she mean 'bring someone else in'. And she's all like don't be mad, don't I want her to be happy? So I'm like, what does she want, like is she suggesting a threesome? And she's fucking appalled by that, not her, she's not that kind of girl, she just wants to try to see if we can find someone to meet her physical needs, while I still provide for her emotional needs.

So, I'm trying to wrap my head around this, and I'm like, so you want to fuck other dudes, and you want me to just be ok with it? And she's like, no, not just be ok with it, she wants me to be 'involved'. Involved? What the fuck does she mean by that? She says she wants me to be there for her, physically present, while she does this, that if she just fucks the guy, that would feel too much like cheating, and she doesn't want that. She wants to know that we are in this together. So I have to watch some guy fuck my girlfriend, so she doesn't have to feel bad about it, and I'm doing all of this 'for our relationship'.

Look, I know what you are going to say, I should have just told her that I don't want any part of this, that she can go and be free and fuck whoever she wants, and fuck her for even suggesting this. I didn't say that. I'm kind of afraid of losing her, and I can tell that she hasn't been enjoying the sex as much as she used to. Maybe this will kickstart things for us again, I don't know. I ask her how she would even find someone willing to fuck her while her boyfriend watches, and she says she has the perfect guy in mind. She already has a guy in mind. But, I might know him, in a six degrees of Kevin Bacon kind of way, Tyler.

I fucking know Tyler. When our sales department got too big, they split us into different teams, and Tyler reports to my counterpart on the other team. But they use mafia slang for their positions over there, like under boss, lieutenant, enforcer, it's fucking stupid.

I haven't agreed to anything, but I'm trying to ask her how she plans on bring this up with him, how does that conversation go, and maybe we need to set some ground rules. She says she already talked to him, and he's down. What the fuck! She already talked to him, what if I had said no? She says she knows me better than I do, and that she needs to get dressed, he'll be here in 45 minutes, and I need to go pick up some beer. I can't fucking believe this is happening, I just got home, I'm still in my work khakis, and now there's a guy on his way over to fuck her. What the actual fuck.

While I'm driving to the store, I give myself a pass for not speaking up earlier, it was just thrown on me, I was caught off guard. I didn't know how to react. Now, I'm out of there, I can think. I can just keeping driving. Call out of work for Friday, take three days to clear my head, tell her she has to move out of my apartment. But I don't do that. I go to the corner store to get some beer. And of course they don't have the Sam Summer Cherry what the fuck ever he wants, so I have to go to another store. And of course there's a line. I'm standing there, still reeling from the crushing blow that my girlfriend would rather fuck some other guy than me, and all the while I'm getting more and more anxious because she said 45 minutes, and I'm worried that I am going to be late bringing beer to my girlfriend's new fuck buddy.

When I get back to the apartment, he isn't there yet, I hate it when people are late. She looks like she's going clubbing, her makeup is done, hair styled, black mini skirt, baby doll tee that shows more than just a hint of underboob, her perfectly flat stomach, and navel ring. She never wears a bra with this shirt, and when I hand her the beer, I can see she isn't wearing panties when she bends to put it in the fridge. It's getting to be too much, and I ask her to hand me a beer, and she's all like no, don't be rude, those are for him, wait until he gets here and ask him for one. She wants me to ask the guy who is about to fuck her in front of me if I can have one of the beers that I just bought. So that I won't be rude.

That's it. I'm reaching down, trying to find the self-respect, the words to say that I don't want this. That I think it's a bad idea, and that I am very uncomfortable. You and I both know that I wasn't going to say it, but before I even had the chance to not say it, there is a shave-and-a-hair-cut knock at the door. She's giddy like teenager, and motions for me to answer it.

He's wearing camo Crocs, grey sweatpants, and a Tap-Out t-shirt. I say hello, or fucking something, and he does that reverse nod thing, where you tilt your head back just a little, kind of sticking your chin out. He sits on the couch, I sit on the chair, Becca practically runs over with a beer, just one, and hands it to him. She sits down next to him, turns herself on the couch so that her chest is pointed towards him, and they look at each other, she grins, and giggles a little, he leans in to kiss her, and at the same time lifts up the front of her shirt, exposing her tits. He's kissing her, and squeezing her nipple a little, nothing crazy, then he leans back, and just whips it out. He's uncut, and it looks like a flesh colored sock pulled over someone's arm, with some extra fabric bunched up at the top.

He's not fully hard, and already he's bigger than me, by more than a little. Have you ever seen a picture of a normally sized man standing next to Shaquille O'Neal? That's what a comparison of our dicks would look like. The normal sized man is not by any means small, or inadequate, but next to Shaq he looks insignificant.

Becca wraps as much of her mouth around his cock as she can, she looks like a snake trying to swallow an egg. With about a third of him inside her mouth, she starts stroking his shaft with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Maybe I would be able to bring my A game if I was getting that kind of attention. I watch the veins on his dick plump, he gets fully erect in her mouth and it's more than she can take, she coughs and gags a little bit, sitting up, looking at him, a little embarrassed. He kind of looks around, trying to find the bedroom, she stands, and leads him off, giving me the follow along motion.

When I walk into the bedroom, he's already naked laying on the middle of my bed, she's pulling her shirt off, her skirt already high enough on her hips to be out of the way. She straddles him, hovering her pussy over him while she wrangles his huge cock in place, and just like that, he's inside her. He's been in the apartment maybe 4 minutes. I have to spend a solid 20 minutes on oral, just to get her wet enough for me to put it in, when she's ready. She was actually dripping on his dick before she put it in her.

Now I know what Rod Stuart was talking about when he said 'some guys have all the luck.' But she can't take it all in, she's only letting herself go about halfway down, before she raises up off of it, in very slow, timid, uneasy strokes. They do this for about a minute, and either her discomfort, or his impatience get the better of them. She moves to her knees, ass up, and he is kneeling behind her, they are facing away from me now, all I can see is his back, crack, and sack. She lets out a loud gasp, I guess he's all the way in now, and he takes a few, short, soft strokes. He goes from this, directly into high speed, hardcore, pussy pounding, no transition at all. His balls are the size of mandarin oranges, swinging hard, making a dry slap against him, and then a very wet slap against her. She's trying to move herself forward, but he has a firm grip on her hips, she's trying to hold in her words, but she keeps stammering 'fuck'.

I'd say 4, 5 minutes tops, he cums inside of her. Her pussy is stretched so tight around his gigantic dick, the jizz makes a squirting sound as it sprays out of her and back towards him. He pulls it out of her, and she almost jumps off the bed, bow leggedly shuffling to the bathroom, her hand pressed tight against her vagina, trying to hold the cum in, but it drips, leaving a trail behind her. I'm listening to the sound of another man's cum rain out of my girlfriend's vagina into the toilet, as I'm watching him wipe his dick on her shirt, before tossing it on the floor.

He's dressed, and is yelling to her from the kitchen, to call her when she's ready to do it again. I see he has the rest of the six pack in his hand as he walks out the door, leaving it slightly open behind him.

Becca asked me if I think he likes her, and if I'll run to get her some Midol, she's already pretty sore. So I'm in line, again, getting pain medicine for her sore pussy, and she's texted, saying he's coming over again tomorrow, and that they want me to record it for them next time. He wants to show her off to his friends.

Rites of passage are funny things; by definition, almost everyone has them. And yet they feel so specific. Unique.

And they’re trivial - your first relationship, your first breakup, the first time you take a bold fashion risk which really doesn’t pay off. But they’re yours, and as such they feel unique. Like you’re feeling something that’s never been felt before, discovering a part of life hitherto uncharted. Entering a bold new world, similar to but fundamentally different from the one you lived in before.

That’s how it feels to receive your first blowjob.

And so it is Andi Ingram occupies a unique part of my memory from which she’ll never be usurped.

She was cute - mixed-race Latina, with big brown eyes, straight jet-black hair, and full lips which emphasised her huge smile. Curvy, with full breasts she didn’t show off but didn’t need to. She seemed nice, but we’d never really bonded - the first night we met, she’d hooked up with my friend Danny and our interactions since then had been confined to brief conversations at parties, and certainly nothing flirtatious.

Appropriately enough it was a party at Danny’s house that Andi and I found ourselves deep in conversation. We were sharing what common sense dictated ought to be the last joint of the night, as she explained that she and Danny - “whatever that situation was” - were through. She wasn’t fazed though. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the party more than anyone. Holding court in the garden, we traded jokes. Each time I made her laugh, she touched my arm softly.

And she was hilarious! I was almost annoyed that she’d spent a year letting Danny - a good guy, but not the most interesting person in any room containing at least one other human - take the spotlight. As conversations and parties do, things reached their conclusion and we moved on, talking to other people, slowly watching the evening fizzle out.

Danny’s place only had two bedrooms - both occupied -so the living room and kitchen had become human obstacle courses. I barely cleared them on the way out to my car and stumbled out of the house. I was far too high to drive.

I grabbed the emergency sleeping bag I kept in the trunk and headed back in to find that I was the only vertical person in the house. I was standing in the doorway of the living room, looking for something - anything - to fall asleep on, when I heard a whisper.

“Over here! I found pillows!”

It was Andi.

“Well, a pillow. But we can share.”

There must have been eight other people in the room but she was lying diagonally across the floor, saving a space that I could fit into - snugly. She looked cute in an oversize tee and pyjama hot pants.

I sat down next to her and pulled the sleeping bag over myself, wriggling from side to side as I performed the awkward dance of trying to get undressed in a polyester coffin.

“Sorry,” I whispered, crashing into Andi. “I’m really uncomfortable sleeping in my jeans.”

Andi laughed.

“Don’t make life difficult for yourself,” she said. She unzipped the sleeping bag, giving me space to slide my jeans off. I reached down to fasten it back up but Andi put her hand out to stop me.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” she whispered. “I don’t have anything to sleep under so if you want some pillow, you’re going to have to trade.”

Andi pulled the sleeping bag open, and I felt the cool air on my legs. She opened it out to form a makeshift sheet, then pulled it over the both of us. She rolled onto her side and put her head on the pillow. I did the same. I lowered my head, and felt the rough texture of carpet against my face.

Andi and I looked at each other and began to laugh. The pillow was too small. I lifted my head and jokingly pulled it away from her. She snatched it back, and raised it up as if to hit me with it. As she lifted her arm, I put my hand out and tickled her. Her hand came down on my side and she tickled me back.

I don’t know how long we lay there stifling giggles and play-wrestling. Time stood still. Andi pushed her body against mine, her breasts pressing into my arm as her hands liberally attacked my torso. It wasn’t long before the inevitable happened and my cock started to harden. She pretended not to notice - for a minute - and continued to tickle me in broader strokes, moving her hands down my body.

Soon I was so turned on that it was poking into Andi’s leg. I rolled my hips away from her. I wasn’t confident enough to leave it there. But as it jutted out to her side, she began to ‘tickle’ my erect dick, running her fingers up and down the shaft, through my boxers.

I brought my hand up to her waist and with her free hand, she guided it to her breasts. I started to stroke her nipple and felt it harden through her t-shirt before sliding my hand inside her top. Her breast was firm and full in my hand. I shifted my position so I could bring my other hand to her inner thigh - she opened her legs as my hand moved up them.

I reached the warmth of her pussy and pushed my finger hard to stroke her clit in a circular motion through her pyjamas. We teased each other through our clothes for what felt like an age - not quite committing to hooking up, just enjoying the novelty. Her, grinding her clit into the palm of my hand and quietly moaning, her fingers keeping a tight enough grip as they moved up my cock but then opening into a palm when she reached the head. It was unbearable and bliss at the same time.

Starting to lose control, I slid a finger into the gap between her thigh and her shorts and immediately felt how wet she was. She moved ever-so-slightly, and my finger slipped inside her. She gasped with relief. I curled my fingertip up until I felt her g-spot and started to stroke it, as I felt her grip on my cock tighten.

The room was full of people and space was limited, so we were trying to keep our movements subtle and that only made things hotter. She pulled my cock out of my boxers and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She inhaled sharply as she felt the ridge of my head on her skin, and slowly enveloped it with her hand. I’m tightly circumcised, a rarity in the UK, and many girls don’t know what to do with it. Andi paused for a moment.

She pushed me onto my back, put her head under the sleeping bag, and lowered her mouth to my cock. I was trembling - I couldn’t believe this was happening. She wrapped those beautiful lips around the head, ran her tongue over the tip…and then pulled away. I was in shock.

“Please…” I practically moaned, as she rested her head on my chest, looking into my eyes. I’ll never forget her smile - she knew she had me in the palm of her hand, absolute putty, and she was loving it.

“Too many people,” she explained. I wanted to accept it - there’s no way everyone in that room was asleep - but I think she wanted me to beg. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please put me in your mouth”

She seemed to consider this for a minute, and then her head started moving down my body. I lifted the sleeping bag so I could see as she looked up at me with those eyes, opened her gorgeous lips, and slowly took me into her mouth.

As my cock was blanketed by the warmth of her mouth and what I now realise was the kind of expert technique that comes with someone who loves to suck cock, I felt like the entire world had stopped. I have no idea how long it lasted - but I remember every second.

Her head bobbing as I ran my fingers through her hair, the thrill as she stopped briefly and ran her tongue around my head, teasing me, and the thrill - and fear - as I realised I was going to cum.

I tried to warn her, but I was literally speechless with pleasure. I could only sigh as the orgasm rippled through my body.

My cock spasmed in Andi’s mouth. I braced myself for her to let go of me, but she kept her lips locked around my tip as the cum poured out. It was the best thing I’d ever felt - the warmth soothing me, holding me until she was sure I was done. I heard the muffled gagging sound as she swallowed my load. She let my dick fall out of her mouth, then looked up at me and smiled the dirtiest, prettiest, most incredible smile.

Somehow, that was all that ever happened with Andi. We didn’t even speak about it until years later, when she expressed surprise - and pride - that she’d been my first. I never told her how pathetically grateful I was. I think she knew.

This is a short continuation of a previous story, which can be found on my profile or via the link in the comments.

It'd been two weeks since Eleanor fucked me in my dorm, and those two weeks had been relatively quiet. In the English class we had together, Eleanor seldom spoke to me, mostly because she sat in the very front row of seats and was always deeply engrossed in whatever lecture was going on. Before our evening together, I'd only ever known her as this relatively reserved, attentive classmate: A bit of a teacher's pet, but not in the sense that she would jump at the opportunity to raise her hand in class. Instead, she kept to herself, while still making it clear she was paying attention. She always had a novel on her desk, which she would read in free moments.

Prior to our encounter, I never would have expected her to have a kinky side, but that was just me being naive. Unfortunately, due to the ever-increasing load of schoolwork as the semester approached its midpoint, I was beginning to lose hope that I'd see that side of her again anytime soon.

One day, though, I walked into English class to find her seat empty. This was strange, as she was typically the first student in the room. I figured she was just running late, but her seat remained unoccupied 15 minutes into class. I covertly shot her a text: "Are you alright? Why aren't you in class?"

Not even 30 seconds later, she replied. "First nice day of the year! Can't waste it."

I glanced out the window. Indeed, the sun was shining, and the grass had turned from a wintery grey to a lush green, probably aided by recent rain. It was still a bit brisk out, with many students wearing sweaters or coats, but it was certainly beautiful. Still, I found it surprising that Eleanor would skip class.

Another text popped up on my phone. "I'm in the south quad," it read. I stared at the text message for a moment, wondering if Eleanor was suggesting I join her, despite the fact that I was well into class at this point. I decided I didn't have much to lose. If confronted, I could just say I had a bad headache or a sudden case of stomach troubles. When the professor was deep into a lecture, I gathered my things and slipped out the door, which was met with only a side glance from the professor.

When I got to the south quad, I saw several students spread out on the grass, some sitting on blankets, others on their backpacks, some just on the bare wet ground. Eleanor was lying on a stereotypical red-and-white checkered picnic blanket, wearing a green plaid button-down blouse over a tanktop. As I approached, she glanced at me and smiled.

"Hi Sam," she said. She moved to the side of the blanket and gestured for me to join her. "Beautiful out, isn't it?" she said.

"Yeah, it's gorgeous," I replied as I laid down beside her. I felt a bit self conscious to just be lying here, but I decided to go with it.

After that brief exchange of small talk, Eleanor didn't say anything for a good while. Students were filtering in and out of the quad, and a group of them had started playing badminton in the middle of the field, so the serenity of the space was somewhat broken.

At some point, Eleanor rolled over so that she was halfway on top of me. She softly placed her hand on the crotch of my jeans and brushed over my concealed penis, which quickly began to harden. I glanced down at the rest of the quad, hoping nobody was close enough to see that particular detail. Eleanor leaned her face close to my ear.

"We should go somewhere more private," she whispered. "I think I know a place."

She got off of me, and I nodded and stood up, adjusting my trousers to prevent my growing penis from being obvious to strangers. After meticulously folding her blanket into a managable square, she beckoned for me to follow.

She brought me across the quad and led me into a niche between the fitness center and science building. After we passed a row of bushes, I realized there was a narrow pathway running between the two buildings.

"I take this shortcut every day," she explained. "I've never seen anybody else walk through here. I don't think anyone even knows it exists."

"Wait, we're doing this outside?" I said, incredulous. "What if someone sees us?"

"They won't. Nobody can see us from around the corner, and those bushes obscure the pathway. Even if someone did happen to come through, we'd hear them before they see us."

She gently slid my backpack off my shoulders and placed it and her blanket on the ground. She pushed me against the brick wall and kissed me. "Besides," she said, her face close to mine, "I know this turns you on, too. Isn't it exciting to imagine being caught?"

She continued to kiss me intently and grabbed my hand to guide it into her jeans. I slipped my fingers into her panties and felt her warm, wet pussy within. Eleanor unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them a couple inches, then delicately wrapped her hand around mine, pushing my finger into her vagina. Taking the cue, I began fingering her as we kissed. She wrapped her arms around my head and back, bringing our bodies closer together. I removed my finger from inside her, slick with her natural lubrication, and brought it to her clit. I swirled her moisture around in a circle around her most sensitive area. She moaned softly into my mouth, her hips beginning to involuntarily move against my hand.

She pulled herself away from me and pushed me down to my knees. I reached out and lowered her jeans and panties further down her legs, completely revealing her glistening pussy. I placed my mouth over it and ran my tongue over her slit. She had a bit more hair now than last time, which was tickling my nose, but I didn't particularly care. I eagerly licked at her moist opening, my cock growing harder by the second, threatening to burst from my jeans. Eleanor's hands went to the back of my head, and she pulled my face harder against her pussy, grinding against me as if I were an inanimate object.

Suddenly, she stopped and kneeled down beside me, placing her finger to her lips. We sat there as a loud group of students, probably coming from the fitness center, walked down the sidewalk around the corner. Once their chattering grew distant, Eleanor grabbed her folded-up blanket and spread it across the ground.

"Sit here," she commanded. I moved to sit on top of the blanket. "Now lie down," she said.

I leaned back and placed my head on the blanket, which wasn't doing much to soften the hard pavement. Eleanor crawled towards me and grabbed either side of my pants, which she swiftly pulled down. I lifted my butt a little as she shimmied my underpants down my legs, revealing my cock, whose tip was dripping with precum. After slipping her own jeans and panties down, Eleanor positioned herself so her pussy was hovering above my mouth, then leaned down and wrapped her lips around my cock. She began sucking, running her lips up and down my shaft, and I leaned my head forward to bury my face in her pussy.

She grasped the base of my cock with one hand as she sucked, her tongue exploring my shaft and glans as she shoved me in and out of her throat. She began moving faster, and in turn I brought my tongue to her clit and rapidly licked it. She pushed her pussy deeply into my face, pressing my head against the hard ground. I continued to lick as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Eleanor briefly removed her mouth from my cock as her body shuddered on top of me, stopping my own impending orgasm in its tracks. She relaxed, her body pressing against my chest and stomach, breathing heavily. She returned my cock to her mouth and continued to blow me, this time more slowly. The sensation coming from my increasingly sensitive penis was becoming unbearable, as it twitched with the desire to release.

Eventually, one calculated lick caused me to explode, and as I did so Eleanor sunk my cock deeply into her throat. She coughed as my cum coated her throat and spilled out into her mouth. She turned back around and kissed me with her cum-filled mouth, then swallowed and stood back up, raising her panties and jeans.

"I have a condom..." I said, still sitting on the blanket.

Eleanor looked at me with a devilish smile. "Not today," she told me. "What, that wasn't enough for you?"

"No... It was just- if you wanted-" I stuttered. She kneeled back down and grabbed my still-exposed cock, idly stroking it as she considered.

"Well, I need to leave something for you to crave," she reasoned. She ran her fingers over the head of my penis, sending shockwaves of sensitivity through my body. She dropped my cock and grabbed my hand, which she slipped under her tanktop. She wasn't wearing a bra. My fingers wrapped around her small, soft breast. Eleanor kissed my forehead.

"What would be the fun in giving you everything at once?" she said, abruptly standing up, my hand slipping out from her tanktop. "Now get off my blanket," she demanded. I scrambled to my feet, awkwardly tugging my pants back up.

Eleanor gathered her blanket, once again folding it into a perfect square. "That was nice," she said as she did so. "I've been busy, but it won't be so long until next time. Anyways, don't you have another class to get to?"

"Oh, shit, you're right," I said. "I mean, I could have skipped that too, if you wanted."

She laughed. "No, I have to go to class, too. I'll be right here in the science building. You better get a move on, though."

I nodded and pulled my backpack on, waving goodbye as I ran back across the busy quad.

Written for u/complex_relief7912

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Nisha had worked her way up in her company for years now. Hers was a pretty typical story of a girl who was a business major in uni because she knew that would serve her practically for the rest of her life, and it had. That's the type of woman Nisha had always been; she was intelligent, practical, and dedicated, and her colleagues all recognized those qualities in her. She was known to cut loose with her friends during those years at her university on occasion. But now, after years of working under her boss, Henry, he had recognized her for the effort that she put in and decided to give her more of a leadership role in the company. I mean, Nisha hoped that all of her late nights would pay off; she was a little tired of walking by Henry's office just to catch him not so subtly eyeing her up and down, and was grateful to now have an office of her own where she could retreat and focus on her work.

She leads a large marketing team and does a great job at it. All of her experience has built up a great deal of confidence in her work, and she carries that aura with her wherever she goes, including back home to her husband at the end of each work day. Her husband always appreciates that she continues to go above and beyond for the marriage, with her being a prim and proper wife at home. She didn't pay much attention to the stereotypical gender roles, because she actually enjoyed cooking her husband a nice meal. They operated well as a team, picking up each other's slack as needed, but years of marriage had robbed them of some of the other pleasures in life, like spontaneous and seductive sex. That's why Nisha was nothing short of shocked when one day as they were laying down to bed, her husband had mentioned that he had been fantasizing about her wild days as a younger woman in uni.

She knew that the routine of their lives had contributed to that spark between them fizzle some, but that simple comment from the love of her life had sent lightning up her spine, and she didn't know exactly how to channel it. They went on to have some of the hotter sex that they've had in recent memory, but by the next day rolled around it was all too easy to fall back into their normal day to day.

Recently, Nisha's team had a big task ahead of them to help a wealthy startup get their feet underneath them. After being virtually tied to her desk for the past little while, when Henry knocked on her door and told her there was going to be a celebration sponsored by the new startup, Nisha felt elated to be able to go out and have some fun even if it were technically a work event. She even thought back to her days in uni when she would party with her friends, sometimes not remembering how she got back to her own bed.

"So, will you be able to come, Nisha?" Henry asked, leaning against the doorframe of her office. "You are the one that made this happen, after all."

"Tell me the dates again and I'll look at my calendar," she replied professionally.

"June 14th through the 16th. We're renting out of a floor of a hotel along with the conference room. Will your husband be able to come too? Everyone's welcome."

Nisha checked her calendar briefly, and flicked her deeply colored eyes back up to her boss while imagining the summer heat and wondering what she would wear to the event. She thought it was somewhat odd that he asked about her husband, but quickly disregarded it as nothing more than courtesy.

"He actually will be out of town that weekend too, but I'll be able to come! Sounds like a nice excuse to be able to get away from work after spending so much time here lately," Nisha joked.

"Great! I'll see you there, then!" Henry said excitedly.

A few months later, June had rolled around and their marketing team had clearly worked its wonders, because as Nisha stepped out of the cab the hotel lobby was packed. It was warm, even for June, on that Friday evening so everyone was dressed perhaps a little more casually than usual to accommodate for the heat in the air.

Many of the women had exposed shoulders and low cut necklines, while some of the men had on shorts and polo shirts. Nisha was glad, because she had the same thoughts as everyone else, apparently. She wore a red, flowy sundress that was cut scandalously high up on her thigh and it really highlighted her skin tone. It flowed loosely around her waist, becoming increasingly tighter through her midsection up to her chest, which really popped from her petite but curvy frame. She even had a little bit of cleavage showing, something that she normally wouldn't dare to do with her husband around, but tonight she was feeling sexy and bold. Her dark hair was tied up neatly in a bun, and between that and her sharp collarbones her face was framed nicely in the red dress.

Her matching high heels clicked off of the tiled floor of the lobby as she strolled casually through, greeting her coworkers as she did. After taking her room key, she turned to find her boss Henry standing closely behind her in line.

"Oh, wow, hey there!" Henry said. "I almost didn't recognize you in that dress. My, you look fantastic." He radiated confidence in his black shorts and button up shirt, and didn't make much effort in trying not to avert his eyes from Nisha's chest.

She blushed, cheeks turning almost the color of her dress, obviously noticing the impression she just made on her boss. It made her feel embarrassed, and a little weak at the knees, yet strangely aroused.

Clearing her throat, she replied softly, "Hi Henry."

He quickly grabbed his room key, too, and then took her by the waist, saying, "Come on, there's something I want to show you."

Nisha jumped at his touch at first, and then settled into it. Henry's firm grasp on her hip made her feel desired in a way that reminded her of a horny teenager getting ready to lose his virginity. Henry led her to the elevators all the while not relinquishing his grip, pushing the button to go up. The doors opened and they stepped inside, and Nisha had to cross her legs to try and mitigate the feelings that were building up inside her.

The elevator rose all the way to the top floor, and Henry continued to lead her with a powerful hand to the double doors at the end of the hall. He swiped his card and pushed the door open, finally removing his touch from Nisha's side.

"I've been here a couple times before. By now I'm a preferred customer and usually get the penthouse suite. What do you think?" Henry asked.

"This place is huge!" Nisha replied. She walked over to the glass doors that led to the balcony, and the twinkling evening lights beyond.

Henry, barely a step behind her, slid the doors open and boldly put his large hand on Nisha's round butt, propelling her outside into the warm evening air. She turned her head to look back at him, intending to give a look of disdain, but her body disobeyed and instead her face conveyed a sense of lust and longing. She continued to the edge of the balcony, putting her hands on the cool railing. Henry came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing his hands decisively on top of hers.

Nisha breathed, her heart racing in her chest.

"Bummer your husband couldn't make it." Henry said playfully.

"Somehow I doubt that's your honest opinion." Nisha retorted, matching Henry's light tone. "But yeah, buuummmerrr."

She knew exactly what was going through her bosses mind, and although she knew it would be damaging if anyone found out Nisha had already made up her mind. She was tired of always being the one in charge, calling all the shots. Her marketing team was a great group, but she knew that when she entered the room that they all clammed up because the boss was there. She wanted to feel desired, and sexy, and the way that Henry pressed his body into hers gave her every indication she needed. She was going to let this man do whatever he wanted to her.

Henry picked up on her body language, and whispered into her ear, "I've been watching your ass stroll around the office ever since you started working here. The kids these days are always sending those emojis but I'll be damned if the peach isn't literally your butt."

He grabbed a handful of her right buttcheek and squeezed, feeling Nisha stand up on her toes even in her high heels. She let out a soft breath at his commanding touch. He slid his hand down her butt and deeper between Nisha's legs, finding her wet slit where he expected underwear to be.

"You're such a slut, you're not even wearing any underwear. You wanted this, didn't you." Henry growled.

Nisha whimpered back, "I was just trying to avoid panty lines in the dress! I wanted to look nice."

"No, you wanted to cheat on your husband. Say it. You wanted to feel my fingers spread open these pussy lips. Say it. Tell me you wanted to get fucked tonight." Henry's tone of voice was authoritative, and as he said the words his hands mimicked them.

"I wanted to get fucked tonight, Henry." Even the passion and honesty in her own voice surprised her a little.

Henry took his free hand and grabbed a handful of Nisha's neat bun, pulling it down and forcing her body to arch. At the same time, while her hips forced her ass backward, he took two fingers between Nisha's legs and roughly spread her pussy. She shivered, feeling the air against her vulnerable folds. He plunged those two fingers inside her, and Nisha felt his knuckles against her thighs as her body gave in to the feelings.

The balcony railing was glass, and she wondered if anyone on the street below was watching, but that only made her increasingly horny. Between the finger-fucking that she was receiving and the notion that she was powerless to someone easily looking up to witness it, she was quickly dripping wet down the insides of her legs.

But just as swiftly as Henry's fingers had entered her, they slid out, and he brought them to her mouth. "Clean these up." And she did as she was told, tasting herself and running her tongue into the spaces between his fingers to lap up all her juices.

Henry's hand no longer sticky, but wet from her saliva, he hiked up her dress with his other hand and gave a hard slap, spanking her hard enough to leave a handprint. Nisha yelped at the stinging feeling, and felt blood rush to the area giving her the sensation of heat.

"You're a naughty wife, aren't you. I've thought about taking this married pussy as my own more than you'd care to know. Now turn around and undo my belt."

Nisha crumpled to her knees at his words. She never realized until now how much she wanted to be owned by someone. To be able to come home after a work day of being the one in charge, and to fully submit to someone and just shut her brain off. She would reflect on this later, but in the moment it was an unconscious thought as she turned her back to the glass railing and her fingers deftly pulled the leather from its buckle. Without needing to be told, she continued, undoing the button and carefully pulling the zipper. Henry aided her by pulling down his shorts along with his own underwear, and his cock flopped free of its fabric prison.

"Get it hard." He instructed, and Nisha reached forward to stroke him, only to feel Henry's muscular hands gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head on the railing.

"No, only with your mouth. Keep your hands here."

Nisha gazed up at Henry with her big doe eyes, who was looking down at her expectantly. Her eyes followed the buttons of his shirt that were now coming undone to his half-erect member. She took in the size of his uncut cock before maneuvering her head to his cock head, taking it into her mouth. Her tongue traced the tip, feeling his foreskin start to retract and tasting a bead of precum as he began to grow between her lips. Soon his shaft was slick with saliva and her head was bobbing back and forth, her cheeks sucked in by the seal of her lips on Henry's cock. He was already thick to begin with, and as his erection became fully hard Nisha's jaw was extended to its capacity to accommodate the invader pressing against the back of her throat.

Henry shuffled forward, shorts around his ankles, pinning her head against the glass as he began to thrust into her mouth with force. He grunted with each thrust forward of his hips, and Nisha tried her best not to gag as the thick head attempted to force its way down her throat. Spit began to run from the corners of her mouth, down her chin onto her dress. Henry thrusted forward again, this time holding his hips into her face long enough that Nisha had to use her hands to push him back to keep from choking.

"Not used to a real man's cock in your mouth, are you? Your married slut pussy is next."

Nisha felt a drop of her own cum run down her leg, turned on by the degrading comments to her and by extension her husband. But it was true, Henry had an impressive size, and him using her throat like that was a feeling of submissiveness she was unaccustomed to.

Henry clamped her wrists together, leading her back inside with one of his own muscular limbs, through another set of double doors to a neatly made bed. He pulled at the hem of her dress, and it came off over her head quickly, so that Nisha now stood in only her bra.

"Seriously? What are you waiting for?" Henry asked sarcastically while eyeing her breasts.

She slowly, teasingly, reached behind her to undo the clasp, and as soon as the tension of the straps on her shoulders was released Henry reached forward and ripped it from her body, her shapely breasts bouncing from the force. Both of them completely naked, he pinched a nipple and used it as a guide to turn her around, her back now to him.

Nisha's bun, now messy, let loose a few strands of hair around her shoulders that tugged at her scalp as Henry took a firm hand around her neck and bent her over the bed. Without warning, but expected, she felt his bulbous head press into her opening. Her drenched cunt stretched to accept his girth and he watched as his length slid inside her and watched even more intently as her lips gripped his member when he slid it back out of her, pausing as he removed his entire length just barely leaving the tip inside only to slam it back into her sloppy embrace.

Nisha was being used like a cheating slut, and if she tried to hide how much she was loving it her body would have easily given her away.

Henry didn't seem to have much but his own pleasure in mind as he roughly pounded into Nisha, their bodies making a clapping sound each time their skin met. His pace was fast from the start, and it wasn't long before his animalistic grunts became louder, and his hips began to press into Nisha's butt so forcefully that her entire body rippled against the white sheets on the bed.

"I'm gonna cum." Henry grumbled through gritted teeth, but Nisha could already feel his erection stiffening to a startling level.

She wasn't very close to her own orgasm, but succumbed to the thought of Henry using her body like a sex toy. She felt him slam his cock deep into her pussy one last time and remain there, balls pressing against her clit, and throb; each pump of his cock sent an explosion of cum splashing against her cervix and she pressed her face into the mattress, reveling in the thought of her married pussy being bred by another man.

Finally, long after his orgasm had ended, he pulled his hips back from their sweaty connection and a glob of cum spilled out from between Nisha's legs.

Impressed with himself, Henry said, "You took that like a champ, some women end up with some bruising, if you know what I mean," and smirked.

Nisha, her own body coming down from its elevated levels of pleasure, began to feel exactly what he was talking about. She felt a wrench in her gut that could only have been from the battering of Henry's cock against her cervix, and yet she loved it. As she climbed back to her feet and turned around, Henry was already gathering his clothes.

"Better get back to the party." He said nonchalantly. "Shouldn't keep our new clients waiting too long."

The rest of the weekend went off without a hitch, other than Nisha fielding a comment or two about a sprained ankle. ("Why are you walking funny? Did you hurt yourself?" people kept asking.) And when she returned to work the following week she happened to notice that Henry was installing new blinds in the windows of his office.

"To keep the summer heat out. More energy efficient." He answered, winking, when Nisha asked about it that Monday. She just rolled her eyes, fantasizing about late nights at work, being bent over her boss's desk.

Inspired by a prompt from u/gahidus over on r/dirtywritingprompts.

I used to think it was hard living with this curse, well I guess it’s probably a glitch. Something that rends reality and mixes in the digital. Can you imagine? Every important moment in your life popping up on the internet? It’s not the personal moments, there are a million birthday posts, photos of first cars, graduation celebrations. It’s easy to get lost amongst those. Just another person living life. It's the collateral parts that no one thinks of, numbers from your passport or tax filings, private conversations with friends, anyone you accidentally walk in on. To cap it off, finding a job is harder than expected… business won’t hire you. The moment they run a simple web search and see everything… it’s too much potential for operational data to end up on the web; banks don’t want to risk financials; doctors won’t risk patient confidentiality; research labs won’t risk IP. What is a girl to do?

It took me awhile to figure out how to live with and even make this glitch. It all started that day I was down on myself, down on my curse, my glitch; hell I was just down on life. Where do you go when you're down on everything? Your local dive, of course; misery loves… yada yada yada.

After chatting with the bartender, having a few rounds, and trying to make small talk with the locals ( because who is going to believe that everything I do ends up on the web, magically?), in walks this guy. Sure there’s his height, his broad chest, the rolled up sleeves showing off his forearms, but what gets me are those ice chip eyes. I mean how they look so blue in the dingy light of the bar?

He slides onto the stool next to me and orders an old fashioned. Normally I’m not going to say anything, I’m not going get involved, and risk this stranger ending but on the web, but it’s the alcohol and self sorrow mixing just right giving me that charming "don’t give a fuck” confidence, that I introduce myself and we get to talking.

Next thing I know we’re alone and I’ve got his hard cock down my throat, all while I’m lost in those beautiful eyes. I don’t really remember much, other than how joy and ecstasy radiated out of him and the moment of loss I felt when his eyes closed when his orgasm hit. The slight emptiness I left, despite being filled by his cum at the same time.

The next morning, the persistent buzzing of my phone is finally starting to cut through the haze last night has left me with. As I slowly gain my senses, I remember those eyes and that moment of a pulse and gush. I groan and think about how yet again, I’ve done something that I’ll regret and the whole world is going to know. Glancing at the phone, my suspicions are confirmed. A myriad of tags, mentions, google alerts, etc are all popping up letting me know once again, my exploits are somehow in the web. The sheer volume seems odd though, normally I get some attention, but my life is pretty average nothing that stands out online. I’ve never gone viral. With a mix of anticipation and dread I open my phone, might as well get this over with and find out what I looked like as I blew “Eyes” and why the internet seems abuzz.

I watch almost in awe of myself, it’s a performance one would expect to see in a porn video. It's dim enough to smooth things out, but lit well enough to see every that’s interesting. My top’s half down, with one pert boob fully visible and the other being fondled and my hair is tied back so you can see my mouth locked around that hard shaft. I don’t know how the glitch gets around the logistics of camera angles and zoom, but you can see the veins stand out on his cock and the slight coating of saliva as I take him in my mouth. We’re both moaning in the video, and hearing his pleasure again has me starting to feel wet, and from the tension I can feel in my pussy, I know my blurred memories don’t include my own orgasm. As I keep watching, it’s clear why I’ve gone porn viral, it’s not my body, or his, or that he’s someone famous, or his eyes as those don’t make an appearance (his face doesn’t appear, so at least I don’t have the guilt of him as collateral damage)… everyone is watching because the raw enthusiasm I’m displaying for sucking his cock. My eyes are clearly locked on his, my head’s bobbing, I’m adding in hands for a variety of strokes, I’m pulling back and savoring just the tip, and I’m not forgetting the balls. I’m making love to this cock with my mouth, all the while my eyes remain fixed on his. As I said, a pornstar-worthy performance. Which, I mean, at this point I might be. How does one cross that boundary? How many people need to watch and jerk off to your video before your can claim that title? Does your video just need to inspire lust and a need to cum? Hell, I’m feeling the need in my pussy from watching and reliving last night.

I fight the internal struggle to start slowly playing with myself. It’s not like there aren’t videos of me masturbating on the web, as I said, everything ends up there. It’s the apparent narcissism around getting off to your own amateur porn. But… fuck it, if the world thinks my blowjob is hot enough to comment on and cum to, so can I. The world can watch me orgasm to the video me blowing a guy. I can be the metaphorical ouroboros of porn. As my hand snakes into my panties to find my pussy, it hits me, I’m the perfect amateur porn star, the ultimate voyeur experience. I never know where the camera is. I’ll never be able to edit or manipulate the film. I’ll never be able to reshoot a scene. It’s all authentic, nothing faked, all the glory and grittiness of sex. This realization just fuels the sexual tension as my fingers dance over my clit. Yes a glamourous fantasy is a nice escape, but there’s so many of those videos out there. People want authenticity, connection, to see someone else’s private life. My fingers continue circle, dipping down two spread my wetness. I’m getting lost in a fantasy of the world watching people watch me continually explore my sexuality. All the adventures I’ll go on just for people tune into watch. As the moans on my video grow louder and my imagination wilder, my climax builds and builds, until it explodes.

I lay there content, basking in the afterglow, and knowing I have a purpose now; a plan to support myself. No it’s not OnlyFans. I can’t control what goes up or on what sites. I'm just going to be one long-running sexual product placement ad. Sure the terms of all my agreements have the potential to be public, thanks to the glitch, but that can keep me honest. Who cares if I make 10% commission? Sure you can pay me to review a sex toy, but because everyone will find out the terms, you can’t impugn my honest. Imagine being paid to try out every new sex toys ? I can raffle off all my remaining firsts: anal, lesbian, threesome, orgy, etc. I can make real sex education videos. There won’t be any residuals for direct revenue from videos thanks to the glitch, but I also don’t have to do editing or marketing. It’ll all just happen. I’ll turn my authentic sexual experiences into a brand. I stretch, time to go figure out how to register Glitch Experiences, LLC.

Rosie was scrolling through some old pictures of her and Lucy while she was waiting for Lucy to come back from the bathroom. They had just spent a day together shopping and visiting their hometown after not having seen each other for roughly a year. They had missed spending time together since they had moved to different cities for their degrees and decided to catch up and have some fun. "So, where were we?" Lucy asked Rosie as she sat down on the stool next to her. "We were reminiscing about Mr. S." Mr. S was their English literature teacher back in school, whom they both had a crush on. They couldn't be blamed as he was seriously good-looking, tall, intelligent and an all-around pleasant person to be around. "Crazy to think that he was just like 10 years older than we were." Lucy said. "15" Rosie corrected. "Sometimes I wonder what he is up to nowadays; does he have a wife or children?" Lucy sighed and said that they probably would never know for sure. "He is not active on social media; trust me, I know." She said. Rosie laughed at her friend and ordered some more drinks. People went in and out of the bar while the two girls were still chatting for hours when suddenly a man took a seat on the stool next to Rosie. He ordered a beer and greeted the girls. Rosie looked over at the man, and her eyes grew big. 'MR. S!" She yelled out. Mr. S looked at her with a confused look, which faded away when he recognised his former students. "Lucy, Rosie, what a surprise!" He said, with a smile on his face. Lucy jumped up from her seat and hugged Mr. S tightly, almost knocking him off the stool. "Wow, take it easy love. I missed you too. What brings you back here to this forgotten place?" He asked. The group decided to move to a more comfortable place and caught up on what they had been doing since leaving high school. "Sadly, girls, it's getting late. Where are you staying now that I think about it?" Lucy told Mr. S that they were staying in a hotel a couple of kilometers away from here since both of their parents didn't live in this town anymore. "Well, if you guys don't mind, you can come stay at my place for the night; I have a spare bedroom after my wife and I divorced and didn't need her office anymore." Lucy and Rosie looked each other in the eyes and decided to just go for it. "Sure, Mr. S, thank you!" "Oh, please, call me Desmond; I haven't been your teacher in a long while."

Mr. S lived in a nice 2-bedroom apartment not far from the bar where they met. He was watching TV as the girls were unpacking their bags and trying to figure out what the deal was. "He looks even more handsome than I remember." Lucy whispered. "I think it's the beard; it makes him look hot and my knees weak." Rosie nodded and smirked, while the only thing she could think of was how to get into his pants. "Girls, want something to eat by any chance?" They heard from outside their door. "Sure, Mr... Desmond, one second!" The girls left the room and saw Mr. S in front of the fridge, looking for something to eat. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a tanktop and was clearly sweaty from working out while the girls were unpacking. Rosie heard Lucy gasp under her breath at the sight of the outline of his dick, clearly visible because of the sweatpants. "Have some ice cream." Mr. S said as he put some down on the counter. The group went to sit down in front of the TV while talking about their day. "It was sooo much fun; we visited all our favourite places and foodtrucks and went shopping for like 4 hours!" Rosie told Mr. S. "Oh, what did you buy?" He asked curiously. "Why tell when we can show you?"

They had decided on a little game where Mr. S would 'grade' them like old times on their outfit of choice. They each had three rounds to blow him away and earn the grand prize of the last halo-top. Both girls were great competitors for each other. While Lucy was pale and brunette, Rosie was almost the opposite: tan and blonde. Lucy had some very artistic-looking tattoos on her body, while Rosie had none. Lucy had a firm ass but was smaller than Rosie's, whose butt was bigger but less shaped. They were nervous about who would win and knew that both of them had a chance. Lucy looked defeated after the second round; Rosie was up 2 points and was probably going to win the prize. Both of them didn't care for the prize at all; their competitiveness was always like this, and being the winner was more important for both of them. Lucy decided to be bold and picked an outfit she would not have worn if not for the competition. Luckily, Rosie couldn't see what she was wearing since they were changing in different rooms. Rosie came out of their room first, and Lucy heard Mr. S compliment Rosie's outfit. Lucy smirked from behind the door and was shocked to find out that Rosie had the same idea as her: naughty, leaving-nothing-to-the-imagination lingerie. Both of them wore a cute bralette, some sexy heels, and some thongs that shaped their buttocks perfectly. Lucy even put on some pantyhose to seal the deal.

Mr. S was clearly aroused by the girls standing in front of him, posing like models wearing very little and arousing clothing. Lucy looked down at his sweatpants and saw his bulge. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she grabbed Rosie's hand, slowly walked in front of Mr. S and slowly bent down in front of him. Rosie followed, and both girls were now inches away from Mr. S' hard cock. Mr.S sighed as he knew what was going to happen. He rolled up his sleeves; his arms were big and sexy, and he knew the girls would like it. The girls heard him laugh a little and say, "You have no idea what's coming for you." He said this as he was slowly standing up and dropping his sweatpants on the floor. Lucy grabbed his cock as soon as it was out of his pants. It was throbbing in her hands as it grew in size. He had clearly been enjoying their show more than expected, as there was a considerable amount of precum dripping from his cock. Lucy grabbed Rosie's hand and put it on his balls. Rosie slowly massaged his balls while Lucy stroked his cock. "Spit on it," he said. Lucy looked up with big eyes and slowly drooled over his cock, getting it wetter than it has been in months. "You both know what to do." He said it with a smile on his face and grabbed the girls' heads and put their mouths on his cock, each on one side. He slowly thrust forward and backward as the girls were drooling on his cock, licking it everywhere, fighting over the tip to catch his precum. Their tongues were wrestling around on his cock as they got hornier and hornier, having no intention to stop anytime soon; they had just started. "Let's do another challenge; this time there will be a loser instead of a winner."

Mr. S had brought the girls into his bedroom, but not before making them strip and have a slow and sensual makeout session. The girls happily obliged and started making out, both of them trying to make it sexier and sexier by using their hands, tongue, spit, and aggression. Mr. S was stroking his cock and enjoying the show. His cock was still lubricated from the spit of the girls. He loved their sounds and moans as the two girls enjoyed each other. He stood up and grabbed both girls' butts and pushed them on his bed, ordering them to turn around with their faces pointing upwards. The girls knew what was coming and were eager to see who was better. They scooted down until their heads were hanging over the edge of the bed. Mr. S chose Rosie. He put his dick in front of her mouth, slowly slid it in, and slowly thrust his dick deeper and deeper inside her mouth. Rosie had never deepthroated before and was gagging on his dick when it was not even halfway inside. She noticed a little salive roll down her cheek as he slowed down a little after noticing she had trouble with it. He decided to just slowly fuck her mouth until it was Lucy's turn. Rosie's mouth was warm and wet, her tongue was wrapped around her dick, and he had trouble holding back since it was one of the best blowjobs he had ever received. Rosie was moaning and still gaging, but she pulled him towards her when he tried to pull his dick out. "Your turn is over; let's have Lucy have some fun too."

Lucy was eager to try what Rosie couldn't, and opened her mouth before Mr. S was in front of her. He saw her eagerness and didn't hesitate before fully sliding his dick inside her throat, he knew she could take it. Lucy gagged a bit and just like Rosie, some spit rolled down her cheeks as her mouth and throat were filled with his cock. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and slapped it on her face a couple of times. "Let's see how well you can take it." He put his dick in her mouth again and slowly began moving back and forth, going deeper with each thrust. Her tongue and throat wrapped around his dick. He bent down in front of her pussy, his fingers slowly sliding down to her clit, slowly rubbing it as it got wetter and wetter. He frequently took his dick out to let her take a breath. She looked at Rosie every time, who was looking her straight in the eyes while rubbing her own clit as she was enjoying the show they were giving her. Mr. S and Lucy couldn’t hold it in any longer. She felt his dick swell in her mouth as she was cumming on his fingers, and his load shot into her mouth over and over again. He slowly pulled his dick out. Lucy gasped and started laughing, as she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Mr. S. was lying on his back, stroking his hard cock in front of the girls. He grabbed Rosie's hand and pulled her closer. Without saying a word, she knew what he wanted and smirked as she slowly positioned herself above his face. Lucy watched as her friend slowly squatted down until her wet pussy was on his lips. Rosie shuddered as he slowly opened his mouth and slowly licked her pussy. Her throbbing clit was so sensitive that she moaned every time his tongue pressed against it. Lucy decided that she was also allowed to have fun and moved closer towards his dick. Mr. S. was still stroking his cock until Lucy placed her hand on top of his; he knew what she wanted. She pressed her pussy against his throbbing cock and slowly lowered herself down onto it. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock made him stop licking Rosie. Rosie opened her eyes and saw Lucy bounce on his hard cock. She pressed herself harder on his face, soaking his beard with her juices. The girls were laughing and moaning as they were both enjoying their favourite teacher. Lucy grabbed Lucy's hands and slowly pulled her towards her face. Rosie didn't hesitate and planted her lips on Lucy's. Lucy stopped kissing Rosie and looked down at her pussy. "I'm gonna cum." She yelled out repeatedly. Rosie got up reluctantly and sat down beside Lucy. She put her hand on Lucy's clit and started rubbing it. Lucy looked Mr. S. and Rosie in the eyes and knew they both wanted her to cum on his cock. Lucy closed her eyes and let out a powerful moan. Her legs were shaking, and she couldn't keep her balance. She held Rosie by her shoulder so she wouldn't fall down. Mr. S was still pounding her pussy as she was cumming.

Mr. S. got up and pulled Rosie towards the edge of the bed. He opened her legs and saw that her wet pussy was shiny from his spit and her juices. He slapped his hard cock around her thighs and on her clit, teasing her with what was to come. "Please, Mr. S," she whispered. He didn't hesitate after hearing that and slid his dick into her pussy. "Oh. fuuuuuck." She moaned as he slowly increased the pace he was thrusting into her. Lucy was enjoying the show and was playing with her clit, occasionally teasing Rosie's nipples with her mouth. Rosie couldn't contain her moans and just let it all out as Mr. S. was thrusting balls deep into her pussy. His hand was on her clit slowly rubbing it; he could see it swell up, which only made him want to fuck her harder. Rosie could feel she was close and looked Mr. S. in the eyes. He nodded, and she let out a long moan as she squirted on his dick. Wave after wave of pleasure was hitting her whole body, stronger with each thrust. She was gushing all over Mr. S., but he only seemed to enjoy it more and more.

"Lucy, move next to her!" He commanded. Lucy jumped up and laid down next to Rosie. He pulled his dick out of Rosie and pulled Lucy's face towards his dick, shoving it inside her mouth. She licked it once, and he came inside her. Wave after wave of hot cum entered her mouth. He pulled back and grabbed Rosie by the back of her head and shoved his cock inside her mouth, just as he did to Lucy. He filled her mouth and was left a panting mess after his balls were drained.

Mr. S. was back in bed again. Watching the girls as they were making out in front of him. His cum was slowly rolling down their bodies, passing their tits, belly, and pussy. His hands were on their butts, slapping them from time to time to show his appreciation. The girls stopped kissing and laid down next to him. both of them with their heads on his chest, his hands still on their butts. "Let's see how you are gonna surprise me in the morning." The girls giggled and closed their eyes. 

I’m feeling a little old for this, but it’s our last chance to do this before I ship off to basic on Monday, so I stayed up late cooking steak and drinking beer and playing video games with my buddy Steven at his parents’ house for one final time, and now I’m crashing on the couch in the game room down near his garage. The sofa is comfy but not really for sleeping and his cats keep walking on me and its too quiet here and I’d much rather be in my own bed, but I promised his mom I’d be responsible and not drive after drinking even though I didn’t drink that much, so here I am, wide awake at some fucking hour.

I haven’t known what time it is ever since I had to charge my phone on the other wall across the room and there’s no clocks or anything I can see. If I was at home I’d just get up and start doing something, but I’m not, and I don’t want to wake his family, especially not his dad who’s a big important man with a big important job and needs his sleep, or so he yelled at us an hour ago when we were making too much noise, spurring Steven into calling it a night and heading up to his own bedroom to pass out soundly as a baby. I guess I should be getting used to sleeping in uncomfortable places for the next couple years, so I can’t begrudge him. I roll over, somehow both sweaty and cold at the same time. Well, maybe I can begrudge him a little.

Sigh.

Orange light from a nearby streetlamp gives the backyard a tranquil effervescence as it diffracts through the wall of windows beside me, frost creeping up around the edges of the glass. With a click and hum, the compressor on the refrigerator upstairs starts up. The whine of a motorcycle engine echoes in from streets away. Somewhere upstairs, a toilet flushes.

I pinch my eyes closed, will sleep to come.

It doesn’t.

A half-flight of stairs above the game room, there’s a patter of footsteps in the kitchen, someone trying to be politely quiet while they fetch a late-night snack. I roll over, politely pretend to sleep. Another footfall, then another, but then no more. I should be able to hear them go back upstairs to the bedrooms, right? Are they lingering in the kitchen? Is it already time to start getting up? I wait and I wait… but curiosity gets the better of me, and I turn my head over my shoulder, sneak a peek.

“I knew you were faking.”

She’s hesitating on the threshold from the stairs into the game room. I squint, reach for my glasses, fail to find them. “Theresa?”

“Shhh!” She holds her finger to her possibly grinning lips, steps into the room.

I frown. “Something wrong?” Despite years of hanging out with her big brother, I don’t much know her. The siblings get along well enough, it’s just that she’s always done her own thing, hung out with her own friends.

“Heard you rolling around restless,” she whispers, coming closer yet.

“Sorry.”

“Sometimes I get where I can’t sleep, either.” Standing over me, I can now see in the monochromatic orange light she’s got her hair down, makeup wiped off, wearing a thin old tshirt and flannel sweatpants.

I push myself back on the couch until I’m sitting up, back against the armrest. “It’s no big deal,” I shrug, “I’ll be tired, but I’ll catch up some other time.”

“Hrmmm.” Even blurry as she is, I can see she’s got this mischievous grin I can’t place, as if she’s got some secret brimming over, threatening to spill. “I know what might help.”

“Huh?” I reach again for my glasses, stretching out to pick them up. When I rest them on my nose I see she’s sat down on the couch, right near my legs. “What’re you doing, Theresa?”

Her only answer is the spreading of her grin until her teeth show, the resting of her hand on the blanket covering my knee. My cock twitches. Even so, I refuse to believe that my body has properly understood what is happening.

“Theresa,” I say again.

Her grin covers her face, her eyes sparkling in delight. “Shhhh,” she says gently, somehow implying more with this one syllable than I ever imagined possible. Her hands move up the blanket, tracing the path of my legs, heading towards only one place that matters.

My mouth is suddenly dry. My body suddenly tense.

“Just relax,” she giggles quietly, “You’re in good hands.”

I still can’t make myself believe what’s happening, even as she pulls the blanket off me, even as she cups my cock and balls through my shorts. With eyes wide and jaw slack I watch her play with me, watch my dick stiffen in her grip. And there’s a part of me that somehow still doesn’t believe it until she hooks her hands through the hem of my shorts and pulls my burgeoning erection free and whispers, “It’s good you were already up, I wasn’t sure how I was going to wake you.”

I groan as her two fists grab hold of my shaft at the base, stroke up its length. I groan as she pulls a bottle of lotion from her pocket, squeezes some out on the underside of my cock, slowly massages it in. I groan again and she makes a silent giggle, delighting in my reaction. Because my reaction… I am soon reeling. Delirious with pleasure. Gasping and grunting uncontrollably.

I’ve never had a handjob like this. Her strokes are steady, strong, confident, deliberate. This isn’t foreplay, this is a main attraction all on its own, and Theresa knows it. Her thin fingers are mighty beyond their size, her grip casually powerful as it runs up and down the length of my cock. The lotion makes my shaft shine in the dim light, gives her touch a silkiness which robs me of my reason.

And her grin — that mischievous grin, paired with the twinkling in her eyes — gives her such an arresting cuteness. It’s a whole package, seduction on every level of my being, even though I know I shouldn’t be fucking around with my best friend’s sister, especially right now of all times, I stand no chance against this insanely cute little force of nature.

In silence so complete I can hear the slithering course of her lotion-slickened fingers up my swollen shaft, her hands control me. Her thumb makes tender caresses of my glans and she squeezes from her bottle a fresh load of salve. As she again works the cold ointment into my dick, my precum dribbles down the side, adding to the mixture.

I have never seen my cock so stiff or my boner so formidable, and as her hands complete another slow passage up and down its length, I find myself breathing harder and harder. She bites her lip, looking hugely cute in a way I’ve never seen her before, and I wonder if she was always this way and I was just oblivious? Where’d skinny little Theresa go and how did this sex goddess replace her?

My head swims and my neck rolls and I find myself shuddering in pleasure so deep its radiating out from my dick and into every sinew and then my balls are tensing and my chest is heaving and my legs bucking.

“I know you want to cum for me.”

“Uh-huh,” I grunt as my cock throbs in her irresistible hands. Orgasm takes me. I grit my teeth as a fat river of spunk oozes from my cock, spurting out, running down my shaft and Theresa’s fists. She strokes me as I spurt again and again. She squeezes tight at the base of my cock, shaking more and more cum out, somehow knowing exactly how and when to touch me to keep me going.

Finally, when my balls relax and cock falls limp, Theresa pulls her hands up and shows off all the semen coating them. She giggles, then pulls out a small towel and cleans up, proving again how prepared she was for all this. I am in awe.

She stands and blows me a kiss goodnight. “Something to remember me by while you’re gone.”

I just stare mesmerized until she’s left. And when I gather my wits no sooner do I have my shorts pulled back into place before I find I can’t keep my eyes open or my mind from drifting off to sleep.

First time writing Erotic Flash Fiction or Erotica for that matter. I would love to hear your critiques and criticisms.
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She stood in front of me, naked. Her thin body bared before me, a gift.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Jeffers,” she asked as she swayed her narrow hips from side to side.
“What are you doing, Kaylee,” I asked as I swallowed hard and adjusted myself, trying to hide my erection.
She stepped forward, her hands clasped behind her back. My eyes ran up and down her body. From her small breasts to her hairless pussy and back up again.
“You didn’t answer my question, Mr. Jeffers,” she said in a low whisper.
I didn’t know what to say. Kaylee was my daughter’s best friend, and she was only eighteen years old.
“I… I… don’t know how to answer that, Kaylee,” I stammered. My cock was hard and aching.
She knelt between my legs. I straightened up and pushed my back against the couch, trying to distance myself. She looked up at me, biting her lower lip.
“Don’t be afraid, Daddy.”
My cock twitched in my gym shorts, hearing her call me that. She noticed and smiled.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first met you.” She reached out and grabbed my cock through the fabric of my shorts. I moaned at her touch and jerked back a little.
“I don’t think you should be doing this,” I stuttered. “I think you need to leave.”
She rubbed my throbbing member through the shorts. Running the palm of her hand back and forth along its length, pressing it into my leg.
“This says otherwise, Daddy,” she moaned as she wiggled my cock from side to side, “I want to suck your cock, and you are going to let me,” she barked.
She leaned in and kissed the tip of my aching cock. A wet spot began to form on my shorts as pre cum leaked from my slit.
She looked back up at me. Her eyes filled with lust. She squeezed her hand around me.
“Now, we need to get these shorts off of you.”
She reached up, grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and pulled them down. I subconsciously rose my ass off the couch to help with the process. She pulled the shorts down my legs and tossed them behind her.
“No underwear, Daddy? That’s so hot,” she said in a sultry tone.
“Kaylee…,” I tried to protest but was cut short.
Before I could speak another word, she quickly leaned in and took my mushroom cap in her mouth. The tip of her tongue flicked across the slit. She squeezed the base of my shaft as she sucked and pulled her mouth off, causing an audible POP to echo throughout the living room.
“What were you saying, Daddy?”
I couldn’t speak. Her hand now sliding up and down my length. I moaned and leaned my head back on the couch, eyes closed.
“That’s what I thought,” she giggled.
My body tensed as she slowly licked my balls, circling my sack with her tongue. She cradled them in her hand and gently messaged each as she coated them in her salvia.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she took my left ball in her mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue around it.
She slowly pumped up and down my length as she spit out the one nut and took the other in her mouth, giving it equal attention.
Several little whimpers escaped my mouth.
“Daddy likes having his balls sucked, doesn’t he,” she asked mischievously.
“Yes, yes, he does,” I moaned, finally relaxing and giving in to this incredible gift I had been given.
I looked down just as she spit on my balls. She grasped them tightly just below my shaft.
“They are so big, Daddy. I think they need to be drained,” she said just before taking both in her mouth. She moaned around them, sending vibrations up my shaft as she jerked me from base to tip.
My body jerked as Kaylee pushed them further into her mouth. Her tongue twirled and licked around them. My hips bucked as I felt her tongue sneak out between her bottom lip and my sack, licking at my taint. Her hand still sliding up and down me at a slow and gentle pace.
“How are you so good at this,” I moaned through gritted teeth.
I reached down and began running my fingers through her auburn hair. She picked up the pace with her fist and tongue as she felt my hand on her head. She pulled her mouth off my balls, thick strands of spit dripping from my balls and her chin.
“Practice makes perfect, Daddy.”
“How many have you sucked, little one,” I said, engaging in the roleplay she wanted.
“You don’t wanna know, Daddy. They meant nothing. They were all just practice so I could make this the best head you have ever received.”
And with that, she took the head back in her mouth. She moved my shaft, causing it to circle in her wet, hot mouth. She slid her hand back down my rod, her mouth following suit. Halfway down, he stopped and gagged a little, drool escaping from between my hardness and her lips.
She pulled her head back up and off me.
“Daddy, that’s as far as I can go. You’re a lot bigger than the boys I practiced with,” she said, breathing a little heavier.
I looked down at her and smiled. “That’s okay. We can work on that, my pet.”
Pumping her hand up and down, she gazed into my eyes.
“That means you want me to be your little princess?”
“Yes, my sweet. That is exactly what it means.”
I played with her hair for a moment. Her strokes inched me closer and closer to orgasm.
“I think it’s time for you to make Daddy cum,” I said in an eager tone.
And without saying another word, she took me back in her mouth, bobbing up and down with furious intent. I left my hand on the back of her head, guiding the pace at which she sucked.
She tried to take a little more into her throat with every bob down. Drool escaping with each up and down motion. GWAUK… GWAUK… GWAUK… accompanied by wet slurping and sucking, filled the room.
My balls tighten as I felt the first of several ropes of cum exit my throbbing cock. I groaned and grunted as I came into this eighteen-year-old mouth. She didn’t stop her motion as each rope hit the back of her throat. I bucked my hips up, pushing a little too far. She gagged; her stomach heaved as she pulled her mouth free of my member.
Cum and salvia covered my cock. I looked down at her and smiled. Cum was slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. She held her mouth open, showing me what a good little girl she was.
She closed her mouth and swirled it around before swallowing. She opened her mouth and showed me it was all gone. She giggled.
“You taste amazing, Daddy,” she said.
She squeezed the base of my rod and pulled upward. She leaned in and licked my now softening member clean and made sure to suck at my slit to get every last drop she could.
I released a low moan as she finished what she started.
“Was I a good little good, Daddy,” she asked with a sense of satisfaction.
I leaned forward and caressed her chin. “Yes, you were,” I said with a satisfied smile.
I took her by the hand and helped her off her knees. I pulled her onto my lap and cradled her in my arms.
“This has to be our little secret. No one can know about this,” I whispered, kissing her forehead.
She nodded, “I know, Daddy.”
She pressed tight against my body. Her head was resting on my shoulder. I held her for another hour, cradling her. I ran my hands across her soft skin, occasionally squeezing her tiny ass. My hands explored her small chest. My fingers traced along her slick folds. I knew we didn’t have much time left together today, but I wanted her to know I worshiped her body with each touch.
I woke up expecting another dull day this morning.
I got this instead.
I got her.
She is my little.
I am her Daddy.
And she will always be cared for.

Chapter 4

It was my, now weekly, coffee with Jenni. I told her everything about my date with Ben. She loved every moment of my explicit description. “Oh Becky,” she said, “I’m genuinely thrilled for you, and proud of you! What comes next?”

"Ben lives quite a distance away, and he’s occupied with work during the week," I explained. "I have the kids this weekend, so I’ve arranged to see him again next weekend. How am I going to wait 2 weeks though!" I took a sip of my coffee. "I'm also chatting with a few more men on the app," I confessed. "The experience with Ben was so fulfilling, I'm tempted to explore with all of them, honestly! But… would it be too much to sleep with someone else so soon?"

“Of course not!” said Jenni. “You can seek any pleasure you desire. Society has conditioned us to impose limitations out of shame. There’s nothing wrong with having multiple lovers.”

“I suppose you're right,” I replied, “But I'm still adjusting to all of this. I might see if I can meet one this week.”

“Have you been sending them pictures?” she asked.

“Yes, I've overcome my shyness in that aspect,” I confessed, blushing slightly. “I'm sharing even more now.” I glanced down at my lap, implying my meaning.

“That's fantastic!” She playfully nudged my shoulder. “It's liberating, isn't it? But you have needs - you should find someone nearby who can drop by regularly in the morning after the school run.”

It’s true, it was liberating. Most nights now, I found myself on my bed, engaged in video calls with a random man. I’d watch him stroke his hard cock while I pleasured myself with my fingers or used my vibrator. And I never knew how much I'd enjoy seeing a man climax—observing his expression, that little gasp, and then witnessing the release pulsing out of his cock and down his shaft. All because of me. Damn, I was feeling all heated and aroused again in the cafe.

Anyway, I needed to confirm my suspicions about Jenni and Dave. “So, Jenni,” I began, “what do you think of Dave?”

Surprised by my question, she started, “Dave who?” she asked innocently.

I struggled to recall his surname. “Dave from the school run. Sexy beard.”

“Oh, that Dave,” she began, seemingly innocent. Then she rolled her eyes. “Damn it, he didn’t want anyone to know, but I was going to tell you eventually - yes, I’m fucking him.”

“I knew it!” I giggled. “Tell me everything.”

“Haha, okay,” she replied, leaning in to share the details. “He’s a real sexual enthusiast, quite active on the apps and has had many partners. And…” she paused, adding dramatic effect, “you won’t believe how big his cock is!”

“Oh?” I widened my eyes.

“Yes! Absolutely enormous, the largest I’ve seen. We’ve also had some… adventures together.”

“What do you mean?” My thoughts lingered on the size of his cock, I was sweating.

“We’ve had a couple of threesomes with some of his other female friends,” she revealed, my eyes widening again in surprise. “And he took me to a sex club.”

“Really?” I exclaimed, feeling a rush of blood to my senses.

“Really. It was quite an experience, we swapped with another couple. And watched a lot of others.”

“Wow,” I said, “I don’t think I’d be brave enough for that.”

“You know, if you think Dave is sexy, I could arrange a… date, between the two of you. I’m pretty sure he’d be up for it. I’ve seen the way he looks at your tits.” she laughed.

“I don’t know about that! Maybe.” I replied blushing bright red again. This whole thing was a rollercoaster of emotions. And I needed to get home and masturbate. Checking my phone to hide my embarrassment, I saw I had a message from one of the men I had been talking to.

Jarad had been more forward than most, but I instantly felt comfortable talking to him. We’d already swapped naked pictures. He was mixed race, in his 30s and clearly worked out a lot. His message said that he had to be near where I lived for work tomorrow, and would I like him to pop by for coffee in the morning.

I showed the message to Jenni, and then, making sure no-one was nearby, scrolled up so she could see the picture of him holding his erect cock. “Nice cock!” she enthused excitedly. “Say yes!”.

“I do really need to get laid,” I admitted, “I’m horny all the time at the moment.”

“Go for it!” she chuckled, mischief twinkling in her eyes, “Just make sure to share all the details after!”

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The next morning, I waited anxiously for Jarad to arrive, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

Despite being quite forward online, Jarad appeared shy and nervous in person. As we sat on my sofa, our conversation felt awkward. It dawned on me that if I wanted anything to happen, I’d have to take the initiative. Closing the distance between us, I asked, “Would you like to kiss me?”

“Yes, please,” he replied. I stood up and straddled him on the sofa, holding his face and engaging in a passionate kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands moving to my hips. As we kissed, I began to grind against him, feeling his erection growing in his trousers.

I kneeled before him, swiftly pulling down his trousers and taking him in my mouth, alternating between sucking and stroking his cock. Barely into it, he surprised me with a deep, guttural “Fuuuuck,” and ejaculated in my mouth. Tasting cum for the first time was unexpected, not exactly what I had envisioned, but not an unpleasant taste either. Swallowing some, I felt its thick, gloopy texture slip down my throat.

As his cum trickled down his shaft, I licked it clean, making sure not a drop was wasted. While I was glad to have brought him to climax so quickly, a hint of disappointment lingered as it ended abruptly. “I’m so sorry,” he apologised, “I couldn’t hold back. It just felt so good, and meeting beautiful women online is, well... new for me.”

“Don’t worry,” I told him, “how about you go down on me, and you might get hard again. If you do, I’d love to feel your beautiful cock inside me.” I told him, kissing his neck, my words a soft murmur against his skin.

Jarad didn’t need to be asked twice. I led back on the sofa and he lifted my skirt and pulled my knickers off. Spreading my legs, I loved the feeling of him looking at my exposed cunt. He went down on me, licking my clit and causing me to moan in pleasure. He pushed two fingers inside me, and curled them upwards, stroking my g-spot as he licked me. It felt divine, and soon I found myself approaching orgasm.

“Don’t stop!” I told him, “I’m going to come.”. Arching my back, I crossed the edge and let out a loud cry as my orgasm washed over me, my cunt pulsating on his fingers.

Sitting up, I saw that he was hard again, his cock standing to attention. “Now fuck me!” I ordered him. He grabbed a condom out of his trousers and rolled it on. Then he moved between my legs and slid his cock inside me. I was already wet and open, and he entered me easily and began to thrust inside me, all the while kissing me passionately.

He was more gentle than Ben, and I enjoyed feeling him inside me as we kissed. I wrapped my legs around him, and put my hands on his perfect ass, pulling him deeper. I was soon approaching another orgasm, and when it happened, I felt a closer connection than I had before.

It was clear that in this relationship, I was the one in control. So I pushed him back on the sofa and straddled him, guiding his cock into my cunt with my hand. Stripping my top and bra off, I rode him, my large breasts bouncing in his face. He grabbed them and smothered himself with them as I fucked myself on him.

We fucked for a while, Jarad had great stamina now he had already come once. I had several more orgasms until finally he grunted again and filled the condom inside me. We collapsed on the sofa, sweaty and satisfied.

When we had recovered, and were cuddling naked on the sofa, Jarad admitted that he was in a long term relationship and was cheating on his girlfriend because they never had sex. He asked if we could meet up regularly to fuck. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this, but remembering what Jenni had said, I decided to just embrace it and go with it.

To be continued...

Something different from my normal writings. This was an idea I had a little while ago that I finally got down on paper. Inspired by someone I used to know, this was one of our little back and forths we had.

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She stood before me, wreathed in darkness, in the center of the intricate connecting lines and circles I had meticulously drawn on the floorboards. The piece of carpet I had cut out and removed was tossed into the corner, its jagged edges testament to my hurry and impatience. I had placed the six candles, all natural beeswax and black as the book had stated, exactly every 60 degrees and equidistant around the perimeter of the design. I'd burnt sage, thyme and wychwood in a rose wood bowl to cleanse the air, the acrid smoke lingering in the air still. Finishing off with a liberal dose of fresh blood, that I had smeared artfully in the designated places. I had dimmed the lights, waited until the clock struck the third hour of night and spoken the incantation to summon my succubus. All exactly as it was written in the book, followed to the letter. So it came as no surprise when she appeared in front of me in a gout of flame and smoke, though I hadn’t quite believed it would work until now. The last time I had tried, following the advice of reddit user u/succubuslover69, had ended with nothing more to show for my effort than singed eyebrows and a stain that suddenly refused to be removed.. However, what was surprising was when she smeared the crisp chalk lines of my holding circle with a delicate little foot and stepped across the boundary towards me.

She was beautiful and slightly terrifying in equal measure, her small stature deceptive in imparting an initial impression of innocence. She wore nothing aside from a sheer black dress that fell from her bare shoulders to her ankles. It was made from a fabric through which I could just discern her small supple breasts and full figure. Two short horns curved away from the top of her skull, becoming almost lost in the thick tangle of long fiery red hair that fell in waves to the small of her back. It shone with a vigor and vibrance I had never seen before, almost as if each strand of hair was on fire. Her small round face was free of any blemish while her skin held an almost deep purple tinge to it that seemed to give off an almost unnatural glow that filled the room. Deep dark hazel eyes highlighted by flecks of gold, with pupils as dark as inkwells stared through me. The liner she wore around her eyes emphasising their almond shape with long full lashes beating as she blinked. Her lips were full and painted a deep matt black and brought forward in a pout. Her small button nose wrinkled in distaste at the smell of the room and her brow furrowed and her tail twisted.

“What is that awful smell?” she asked “it’s not you is it?” The distaste in her voice was obvious. “God don’t be another one of those loser shut-ins who fantasize themselves to death about having a demon girl take care of them” she said, rolling her eyes at me.

Her voice was soft and slightly scathing with an accent I couldn’t quite place. It was entrancing, I could feel my body relaxing and my mind drifting to lurid thoughts of her and the things we could do. As I stood there, slightly bewildered I sniffed under my armpits. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. In my haste to put the ritual together I had been neglecting my personal hygiene somewhat.

“Yeah, sorry that could be me” I mumbled, not daring to meet her gaze.

She gave a little ‘hmp’ as she walked around the room inspecting the posters and figures I had on display. The look of distaste didn’t appear to be leaving anytime soon as she ran her finger through the dust build up on the desk in the corner. A small wrinkle in her perfect skin formed on her forehead.

“Do you really live like this?” she said, waving her arms at the room “it’s disgusting. I’ve seen imps with cleaner burrows than this”.

“Hang on, aren't you supposed to be trapped by the holding circle? And you're supposed to be bound to me and do what I say” I stammered out. It had meant to come out as intimidating but instead just sounded whiney.

She raised an eyebrow at me, “What? That thing?” she pointed to the now smeared lines of my carefully drawn design. “You didn’t really expect that to work did you?” she laughed, “It’ll take a stronger human than you to tame me. But don’t worry, that's what I like. A soft, weak little man in over his head”.

She walked over to me, each step slow and measured. Until she stood in front of me, hands on hips, the lithe tail coiling around one leg. She had to look up at me as I was a full head taller than her. She poked me in my stomach with a small finger.

“You’re going to get exactly what you wanted when you called me here” she said matter of factly, “Just maybe not on the terms you first thought” a sly smile spreading across her face. “But first, clean this place up and go take a shower… a long one”.

She turned and disappeared through the bedroom door. I could see the outline of her body through her dress and my fading erection got a second burst of life as I caught a glimpse of her bottom through her dress as she left. I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen and then the TV in the front room came on.

I stood where she had left me for a good few minutes, wondering what had just happened. This wasn’t right at all, I mean I had summoned her that part was right. But so far all she had done was make fun of me and tell me what to do. I was fairly certain it was supposed to be the other way around. By now we should have been having the best sex of my life, with me in control and her doting on my every whim. I was brought out my reflective haze by her voice calling through from the other room.

“I don’t hear any cleaning!” she shouted, “If you want this to happen you're going to have to get a move on”. Her voice was tinged with a touch of impatience.

Casting all other thoughts aside I got down to throwing things into cupboards and under the desk . Taking a black bin liner from a draw I used it to clear the floor of any loose food and rubbish. Some fresh linen for the bed and a quick hose down with some of the air freshener from the bathroom gave the room a much better fragrance. I hurriedly extinguished the candles and added them to the rubbish bag, throwing the section of carpet back over the ritual markings on the hardwood floor. Feeling slightly better about the appearance of the room I bundled the old sheets and crumpled clothing into the washer in the kitchen, throwing the rubbish outside as I went.

“Good. Now for a shower” she teased, leaning in through the doorway. “And let's get rid of that fluff on your face while we’re at it”.

She shooed me into the bathroom, motioning me to take off my clothes. I could feel the first flush of scarlet working its way up my neck and into my cheeks. Feeling slightly self conscious I started to undo my belt and pull off my trousers, becoming entangled half way through and nearly losing my balance.

“Ummmm, I‘m a little embarrassed” I managed to croak out, looking shyly at her.

“Awwww poor sweet thing” she giggled mockingly. "If it makes things easier we can both be naked?”.

She slipped the dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. The purple hue of her face and arms continued over the whole of her body. It was flawless. She had an otherworldly quality that I had never encountered before. Her small breasts sported dark nipples that I could see getting hard as the cool air touched them. She had an intricate design tattooed onto her lower abdomen just over where her womb would be. Her hips were wide and flowed into her round and perfect bottom. Between her legs her vulva was slightly hidden away with only a hint of the parting lips showing. Her legs gracefully led down to her well proportioned little feet that I just wanted to step all over me. Where had that thought come from? I wondered slightly amused at the workings of my mind. She was the type of woman I fantasised about. The kind I thought about when I masturbated. The kind I had always wanted to be with.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked coyly, moving towards me and unbuttoning my shirt. “You’re actually not as bad as I first thought. But still, let’s get you shaved and showered”.

Standing in front of the bathroom sink, wearing only my underwear, I scraped the scraggly beard from my face with a fresh razor I fished from the cabinet. She watched intently, appraising me. Like a cat watching its prey, waiting to pounce. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t bad looking I supposed, just not handsome. More of a middle of the road type of guy, nothing of any note to make me stand out. I was skinny, you could see the faintest hint of my ribs through the skin but there was a little muscle too. My stomach was mostly flat but lack of exercise had left me with a little tummy when I sat. My skin was tanned on the arms and face but it was pale elsewhere, with the accumulated nicks and bumps of life marring it. My long mousy brown hair was tied back from my face in a bun giving it a severe look as its angles caught the light.

As I washed the remnants of the soap from my cheeks, her hands found the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my knees. Turning me round she took in my dick as it stood to attention, it came level with her belly button.

“Ohhh you’re bigger than I thought too!” she said happily moving her right hand down to my balls.

She cradled them gently feeling the skin tighten and loosen from the warmth of her hand. She worked her way up the length of my shaft and gripped the head. It was almost too much. I could feel the urge to cum building in the tip of my dick. A hot flush raced through me and my heart began to hammer in my chest. She seemed to sense my agitation.

“Ready are we?” she giggled. I nodded, “Well too bad, you still have to please me first. And that’s no easy thing”.

Holding my penis she led me over to the shower, almost losing my footing as my pants slipped further down my legs.

Turning on the water she chivied me in under the flow, following me as I went. The water was warm but I hardly felt it as I watched it plaster her thick fiery hair to her head and shoulders. The water ran in rivulets down her face and neck, then between her breasts. I reached out and took them in my hands. They fitted perfectly and I gently brought them together allowing the water to form a pool that quickly overflowed. My thumbs teased her nipples in slow rhythmic circles that elicited a little groan from her. In response her hold on my dick tightened and she began to work her hand up and down its length. Pulling the skin back as far it would go before drawing it back up again. She allowed me a few minutes of pleasure before abruptly releasing me and removing my hands from her.

She took the soap from the corner of the shower and emptied a generous amount into her palm and applied it liberally to my body. Paying particular attention to my dick and balls. “Turn around” she commanded, and I felt myself obeying without thought. She washed my back, moving her hands down to my buttocks and then between them. Without warning she slid her finger into my asshole up to her first knuckle. It was a shock and made me jump and cry out, but she held firm inside of me. She pressed up against me and I could feel her soft curves on my skin. She reached around and took a hold of my erection, teasing me as she worked her finger back and forth. The feeling was both painful and pleasurable in equal measure.

“Deeper” I said through a half clenched jaw.

She increased her speed and grip, inching her finger further inside me. I could feel the last knuckle of her hand bump against me as she reached the limit of her hand. As I was nearing the cusp, she slowed her movements and withdrew herself from me.

“Did you like that?” she asked, biting my back. I only managed a nod in return. “Good because I have so much more for you”.

She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a clean towel from the pile. “Don’t forget to wash your hair and give yourself a little tidy up downstairs” she said as she threw my razor at my feet. “I’ll be drying off. Don't’ be too long” she called over her shoulder as she left the room.

I slumped in the shower, two hands pressed against the wall, letting the water run over my back. What have I let myself in for? I wondered, grinning as I grabbed the shampoo.

Having scrubbed every inch of me almost raw and taking care to remove the hair in and around my crotch and ass, I stepped out of the shower a new man. Toweling off, but still dripping slightly, I timidly poked my head around the bedroom doorway. She was lying on the bed flicking through some of the books I had on the side table.

“Boy you really have it bad don’t you” she said, eyeing me with a knowing smile, “Almost every book in here has something to do with me and mine. Succubi are your thing huh?”.

I felt my face flush again, “Is it that obvious?” I asked, noticing that her left hand was between her legs.

She played with herself as she watched me. “Lose the towel and let me see you” she ordered me “I want to see how well you scrub up.

I moved into the room, unwinding the towel from my waist as I went. The erection that had finally subsided whilst I had showered alone flared into life once more as I caught her scent again. I stood stark naked in front of her my dick rock hard and throbbing to the beat of my heart. She sat up and swung her legs off the bed and sat quietly regarding me for what felt like an age.

“This is a definite improvement” she said at last, a note of surprise in her voice. “Take away the dirt and some of that pesky hair and I have something I can work with”.

I felt like a piece of meat being appraised, I was nothing to her, something she could chew up and spit out with no reservations, and that thought excited me.

“Are you ready to be used? To have your twisted fantasies fulfilled?” she asked, looking up at me from the edge of the bed.

She reached out and grabbed my balls and squeezed gently, and then suddenly hard. I cried out and felt my knees almost give out. She pulled me down to kneel in front of her. She spread her legs wide to reveal her vagina. She was getting wet, the slow seep was working its way down her crotch to run onto the clean bed covers.

”Now, use that pretty mouth of yours” she hissed, leaning forward to bite my ear. She grabbed my hair with both hands and guided my face down onto her.

Her scent filled my senses, it was different from the few girls I had been with before. It was sweet and erotic, both slightly flora with the salty earthy tones of a woman, the colors of pink and purple swam through my head as I inhaled. I felt my erection throb almost painfully, begging to be put to use. The pressure on the back of my head increased and my face was planted firmly between her thighs. My mouth met the lips of her vulva and I lapped greedily. Running my tongue along the underside of her crotch, almost to her asshole, I playfully licked and kissed her. Slowly working my way up past the opening to her vagina and to search out her clitoris in the gentle folds of skin, quickly finding the small bump. I massaged it with my lips, taking it into my mouth and sucking. I heard a gratifyingly long sigh as I worked it gently back and forth. The grip on my head became tighter and she dug her nails into my scalp. She began to rock her hips, pushing gently into me as she bore down. I struggled to breath, but I was lost in the sensation of her, not caring if she suffocated me.

I must have lagged slightly as she released her hold on me and, seemingly reluctantly, pushed me back slightly.

“Sorry, was I a bit too rough there you?” she said teasingly, “It’s just that your mouth is such a good fit for me I got a little bit needy.”

Giggling, she sat up and pulled me onto her so I lay between her legs, my weight bearing down on her. I could feel her little breasts squashed against me. She played with my hair as it fell into her face. Pushing me back and moving away from my face.

“Lets give you something to perk you up a bit shall we? '' she crooned at me, “though you don’t seem to need much help down here” Grabbing at my crotch.

She took my face in her hands and lifted her head up to kiss me softly on the lips. Her small mouth opened wide and her tongue darted in to meet mine. Her breath was sweet and lightly flavored with apple I noticed, she must have taken one from the side while I was cleaning. She should be able to taste herself on my lips, but if she did she made no mention of the fact. She broke away and rolled me onto my back and straddled me in one easy movement. Pinning my arms above my head she continued her assault on my mouth with hers. Biting my lip almost painfully in her haste.

She wriggled up to sit on my chest. She looked down at me and fondled her breasts.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked coquettishly, a smile spreading across her mouth.

I nodded vigorously, “Please fuck me” I unashamedly begged her.

“Hmmmmmm…” she mused playfully, “Sure, why not” she giggled at me.

Reaching back she grabbed my dick and gave it a few strokes to make sure I was still hard for her. Then she crouched above me, squatting over my dick. She brushed the tip against her inner thighs and across the opening to her vagina, coating it with the seeping fluid that was escaping her. I could feel the threat of orgasm coming from just her toying with me and I tried to lock it down by clenching my legs and arms. With a gleeful expression she eased herself down and drew me into her. She was tight and she clenched her muscles to grip me as she settled. rocking back and forth slowly, grinding her hips against mine. Her intense heat flooded down onto me, and I raised my hips to lift her slightly off the bed feeling myself slide deeper into her.

“Careful now” she said, running her nails down my chest. “You don’t want to excite me too much. You don’t know what I’m capable of yet. She smiled wickedly and raised herself into a crouch so that she was once again poised over me. Bracing herself against my chest, she brought her hips down, impaling herself once more on my quivering dick, only to repeat the movement. I cried out as she continued to raise and lower herself onto me, she closed her eyes, a look of concentration etched on her face. She began to pant slightly and let out a small moan as she came down hard, our bodies slapping together in rhythm. Her pace became faster and she moved one of her delicate little hands to my throat, bearing down with her slight weight, yet her strength caught me by surprise. She squeezed my neck firmly, restricting my breathing and letting me feel the blood surge through my vines under her fingers. My hands searched out and found her breasts and rested there for a moment feeling the little orbs bounce. I seized one perfect nipple and pinched, eliciting a shocked little gasp from her. Her eyes shot open and she glared at me with a grin on her face.

“Oh I see, that’s how you want it is it?” She asked me, dropping down suddenly, crushing my testicles slightly. Aggressively she began to grind into me once more. “I’m going to take everything from you, not just your essence but your heart and soul too. You’ll be mine”. Grinning wide enough to show her fangs. She grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head once more. She was deceptively strong and I found myself trapped, unable to escape from her grip. She arched her back forcing her bouncing breasts into my face, her harsh movements driving the breath from my lungs. I fought to bite and suck on the erect nipples inches from my face as she slowly roused a more animalistic side of me with each thrust of her hips. A growl arose in my throat as I drew near to climaxing.

“That’s what I wanted to see.” she said mischievously, “I want you to desire me like no one else. Now beg to fuck to me, I want to hear you really beg for it”.

I fought against her grip as hard as I could, trying to break free and claim what was mine. But it was useless, she was toying with me, there was no way I could escape without her letting me.

“Please….please let me fuck you. I want you more than I know how to put into words. I want to see your face as I take you and hear your moans, I want you to see me cum for you.” I pleaded to her, my voice sounding small and flat compared to hers.

“Hmmmmmmmm ....seeing as you have been so good. I’ll allow it. Only this one time though” She smirked, letting go of my arms.

Finding myself suddenly free, I sat up and twisted forcing her down onto her back with me frimley between her thighs. I raised myself up leaning over her and stared into her eyes. I started hard, thrusting into her with all my strength. Sliding in as far as I could go, trying to fill her completely. She gasped at the sudden pressure inside her, squirming her little body beneath me as I repeated the unrefined movment again and again and again. Her eyes never left mine and I found I couldn’t break the gaze, their deep hazel colouring seemingly infinite in their depth.

The building sensations in the tip of my dick brought me back to myself and I could feel my orgasm breaking free from my mental grip. Reaching down I took her legs and raised them up and back over her head, almost folding her in half. I bore down with my weight and kept thrusting into her. My balls made a satisfyingly wet smacking sound as they impacted on her asshole, bringing myself firmly to the edge. With a cry I pulled myself from her, shooting my load onto her little tummy and across her breasts. I continued to jerk myself for a while longer, fully milking myself of every drop. Watching it drip down her, then sitting back on my haunches breathing deeply. The spilled seed liberal covering her body seemed to be absorbed into her skin, leaving not a trace of the sticky fluids behind.

“Now let me just clean this up” she murmured, sitting up and bending to take my now rapidly shrinking cock into her mouth to suck the very last drops from me. She worked down the shaft, taking it all into her mouth. Then running her tongue around and under my ball sack. “They're all clean,” she smiled at me. “Did you have fun? Or do you want more?” she pouted at me.

I nodded through the haze that now descended heavily on me. My eyelids felt heavy and my limbs now refused to move. With gentle touches, she manovered me back onto the mattress, now damp with our combined sweat. And brought the pillow under my head. She bent to kiss me, her lips leaving a lingering trace of her essence on my lips.

“Awww so sleepy” she said, as if to a child, ‘You just lie there and rest, and wait for me to return, there's a good boy” She pulled the covers over me and disappeared through the bedroom door.

I felt an emptiness in my chest as if a small part of me was missing. Nothing that left me questioning my course of action I had taken, but enough to be slightly disconcerting. No matter, I thought. It had been worth it.

I was on the cusp of passing out when she returned from the other rooms, carrying her dress under one arm.

“Mmmmm that was nice” She said softly, shaking her shoulders, “ you certainly weren't what I was expecting when I arrived” she seemed puzzled as if by a new idea or feeling she was having, “I’ll definitely be back. I’m not done with you yet. Next time we’ll work solely on my pleasure. Understand?”

I half shook my head in acknowledgement and mumbled something even I didn’t catch.

“Good. You’re something special that’s for sure. I just need to find out why” With a last little Hmmp, she turned on her heel and vanished in a puff of smoke and flame.

She lay on the table, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, staring up into his piercing pale eyes. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of him, her breaths coming in short gasps as she struggled to quell the feelings rising inside of her. She wanted him but didn’t want to show it, being too eager got her punished. For three long days she had been his play thing. Doing anything and everything he asked of her. And she had given it to him freely, willing. Straining at her bindings, she lifted herself towards him wanting to taste him, to feel him owning her with his body once more. She felt his hand around her neck forcing her back down again. She whined trying to shake him off, but he bore down harder with his weight and held her until she calmed. He ran his hand down from her throat to tease her nipples, twisting them between his strong fingers, almost to the point of pain. She cried out in pleasure and she saw him smile. She knew she shouldn’t talk, he had taught her not to unless told, but the urge to beg him for what she wanted was becoming too great. She moaned and thrust her hips up, trying to entice him to what lay between her thighs. Seeming to read her writhing body, he took his hand from her breasts and held it to her lips before slowly forcing his fingers into her mouth making them slick with her spit. She knew what was coming and she braced herself, sucking on the fingers working towards the back of her throat causing her to gag slightly. With sure, deft movements he pulled the now moist hand from between her lips, moving to place it on her exposed vulva. Toying with her, seeming to enjoy her little gasps of pleasure and petulance. He teased her until tears of frustration ran from her eyes, causing rivulets to run in the already smeared mascara around her eyes. He looked down at her, with the tenderness that he always did, and spoke.

“What am I?” He said to her softly, “I want to hear you say it. What am I?”

“You’re mine” She said

“Louder”

“You’re mine!” She cried

“Always” he smiled slowly, sliding his fingers into her.

There is nothing going on between Sarah and me

Sarah and I work at the same place, but in different departments. She does environmental compliance, making sure that our site is adhering to Federal Laws for pollution and hazardous material discharge. This involves her going out amongst the valves and pipes and pits and physically sampling things. I have more of a desk job, but I do end up in the field, that’s what those of us who sit in an air conditioned office call the jungle of machines, oil, and steam out there, the field. Sarah and I have been friends since I started working here, I actually can’t remember meeting her, I’ve just always known her. I want to fuck Sarah. We get along great, have similar taste in music, laugh at the same stuff. Sarah is attractive. In a regular work environment, she would definitely be considered attractive, but here, where there are so few women, she is an absolute hottie. Her husband John and I work in the same department, and he has recently been reassigned to me, as one of my direct reports. John and I are friends by association, I have always been Sarah’s friend. John and get along just fine, but would never hang out with just the two of us. Me becoming his supervisor has made that even easier.

When we sold our first house, the new house wasn’t ready, it was an unavoidable timing situation. During that period my wife and I lived with John and Sarah, about 4 weeks. Sarah and I talk all the time at work, on the phone, via the work instant messenger, at each other’s work area. We used to ride to and from work together. The fact that we lived with them is well known at the site. Not surprisingly, there are rumors that Sarah and I ‘have something going on.’ John and I have talked about the rumors in a joking, but let’s clear the air, sort of way. My wife is the only one of the four of us that doesn’t work at the site, so we had to fill her in on the details. We all laugh about it, because we all know that there is nothing going on between Sarah and me. I want to fuck Sarah.

Sarah and I are both working night shift, John requested to stay on days, it works out better for their child care arrangements if one of them stays on day shift. About two weeks ago Sarah asked if I wanted to go off site to get some dinner. I declined, I said I had brought my own food. She said she had also, but she wanted something different, she was tired of the same old thing. So, we go to get food. Sarah and I have eaten together many times, this is no big deal. I want to fuck Sarah. She is in her scrubs, I am wearing khakis, and a button down shirt. I had to have my car serviced, and the only loaner available was a Z4. I drive a 4 door sedan, this is not my car. John is considering getting one of these cars, a Z4. I invite Sarah to drive it, tell her to have some fun with it. She says John will be so jealous when he finds out, I make a joke about making our spouses jealous. She drives timidly, doesn’t really get into it, and wants me drive. We stop, to switch, and the deep bucket seats cause her to have to work a bit to get out of the car. I see the elastic waist band of her panties stick up from the back of her scrub bottoms. It excites me. I want to fuck Sarah. I’m driving, I try to hit 100 on the highway and succeed, she grabbed my arm. We are both hopped up on adrenaline when we get to the burger place. I want to fuck Sarah. Nothing extraordinary happened. We ate, talked about work, our kids, and went back to work. A few days later she messages me to meet her at her car, she has a CD for me. We make CDs of music we like and exchange them every couple of months, nothing abnormal. We sit and talk for a few minutes, holiday plans, I compliment her on her recent weight loss. She is doing one of those Biggest Loser type weight loss competition with her department. She won’t win, but she did get very lean and toned. That’s when she lifts up her scrub top to show off her flat belly and budding abs. There is a slight gap between her waist band and her body, which she is very proud to point out. The mound that sits atop her pussy is almost visible. With more light and a better angle I could have seen some pubes.
Some important things to note here:

1. I want to fuck Sarah.
2. I have seen Sarah in a two piece swimsuit.
3. I have seen the tattoo on Sarah’s hip/pelvis that is covered by a two piece swimsuit.
4. If my wife or her husband had both been standing there, no one would have thought twice about Sarah lifting up her shirt.

Sometimes it gets too hot inside of the buildings, and we have to go out and open a hatch on the roof. We open this hatch from inside the building. To access it, you have to climb 170 feet, on a ladder, to 4ft by 4ft platform. This a shit job, and as a Supervisor, I basically have to bribe someone to go up there. But, on this evening, to show my guys the type of leader I am, I will go up and do it. Also, because the building is so dirty, there is a chance that we might let something hazardous escape when we pop the top, someone from environmental compliance has to go up too. And who is on tonight? Sarah, well how about that. It’s seriously dirty up there. We have to wear anti contamination suites over our scrubs. An anti contamination suit is a fancy way of saying plastic trash bag. It is hot, so hot we have go up to the top of this building and let some heat out. Add to that a second layer of clothes that are designed to not breathe, and a 170 feet climb up a ladder. By the time we reach this tiny platform, we are both dripping with sweat. The quarters are tight, and have to stand close, maybe not as close as we are standing, but it has to be close. I can see sweat running down her neck, into to the top her suit, and I imagine it winding it’s way down her chest, into the valley of her breast, and soaking her bra. I want to fuck Sarah. I’m hard. I have an erection from thinking about the salty sweat collecting on my friend and coworker’s tits. The trash bag suit is thankfully loose fitting, so it’s not obvious that I am hard. Until she brushes past me to take her samples. As her leg drags across my dick, she stops, looks me in the eyes, and then moves again, maintaining eye contact until she is no longer touching me. We continue working, maintaining some kind of body contact the entire time. Occasionally we are positioned just right for me rub it directly on her ass. Unfortunately, we can’t hang out up here dry humping all night, we have work to do. And the heat is getting to be unbearable. When I finally pop the hatch, a chimney effect causes air to rush out of the roof. This strong breeze evaporates the sweat covering our bodies, it gives us both goosebumps. I can’t see her nipples, too many layers, but I know they are rock hard. We have to remove our anti contamination suites in a special area, it’s a production, takes forever. We have both sweat completely through our scrubs, and need to change. She says she’s heading back to her work area, which is on the the way to my work area, so we walk together. We get to her desk, and she looks around, “no one else is here, but keep a look out just in case.” She pulls off her scrub top. It’s soaked, and so is the tank top she has on underneath, they stick together, and she makes no effort to prevent revealing her sports bra. It covers more than a bikini top, so I have seen more of her flesh than I am seeing right now. But that was swimsuit, at a pool, it’s ok that I saw that. Everyone saw that. This is a bra, and we are at work, and no one is supposed to see this. That’s what makes it so exciting. I’m getting hard again, but I no longer have on trash bag parachute pants to hide my lust, so I sit. She already has a new scrub top on, and with a perfunctory look around, she removes her scrub pants. Athletic style shorts, I’ve seen women run 5k’s in these, I’ve watched them do squats at the gym in these. This does not qualify as me seeing Sarah in her panties. She hooks her thumb into the waist band of her shorts and pulls the fabric away from her skin, then lets it go. It snaps back against her still wet skin with a sweat spraying pop. Some of the sweat lands on my face, some of it is on my lips, I can’t resist the urge to lick it off. My dick is hard, and hot, sticky against my thy. I adjust myself, and try to make the outline of my cock less visible. All the touching and fondling of it I’m doing just gets me more excited. Thank god I’m drenched, otherwise the pre-cum soaking through my pant leg would be visible. We start talking about weekend plans, and the paperwork we have to do for the job we just did, and I want to fuck Sarah. Right here, right now, on her desk next the picture of her husband. I want the lick the sweat out of her asshole, pinch her nipples until she squeals a little.

I stand up, my dick shouting “look at me! Look at me,” making my pants protrude in a way that is obviously obvious. “I’ll talk to you later, “ I say as I turn and walk away while trying to fix my dick.

“We got everything in place?”

“Well the cameras and all that shit have been set up. The other stars are getting their assignments. They should be ready soon. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

“Good. This show is going to be a good one. The viewers really like her. She’s pretty, has just the right amount of “down on your luck”, and is stupid enough to plug that fucking thing right into her laptop. I don’t know how they fall for this shit.”

“Yeah everytime. You wanted to be a star Samantha ? Well it’s showtime baby.”

Part 2

Sam couldn’t sleep that night. The images on the screen replaying in her head. The sounds of her moans echoing through her thoughts as she thought about what to do. The person who was texting her didn’t give her much information beyond 3 things.

1. Do as you are told.
2. Don’t call the authorities or tell anyone anything. We see everything.
3. Naughty girls get punished.

That was it. Sam almost contacted the police but she believed them when they said they saw everything. She was afraid of what they would do. They obviously know more about her than she does about them. The risk was too high.

Sam was fucked and she knew it. For now, all she could do was wait for instructions, and hope for…

Her phone rang, and for a moment, she was frozen in fear. This terror was replaced by a wave of relief when she realized that it was just the sound of her morning alarm. She got herself dressed, brushed her teeth, and grabbed her purse. She couldn’t miss another day of work. Especially after her savings had been held hostage.

She made her way to her car and was about to sit down in the driver seat when something caught her eye. A small envelope under her windshield wiper, same as the one she received in the mail the night before. Her eyes darted around the parking garage. From what she could see there was nothing out of the ordinary. She was seemingly alone.

She sat in her car and closed the door, ripping open the envelope. Sam was confused by what she found inside. A single earbud, similar to an AirPod, but a little different. She looked at it for a moment before slowly placing it in her ear.

At first there was nothing. Then after a few moments she heard a man’s voice.

~ Go to work. Keep this in your ear and wait for further instructions. Remember…. We are always watching. ~

“C-c-can you hear me?” Sam stuttered.

~Yes ~

Sam’s car ride to work was quiet. There was no other communication. This time, she didn’t stop for coffee on her way in.

The first few hours of her shift were a blur. She took a few calls and scheduled a couple meetings. However, most of the day was spent retreated in her own mind. Trying to process what had happened. Questions that seemingly had no answers.

“Who are these people?” “Why me?” “What do they want from me?”

Her thoughts scrambled as she struggled to put the pieces together.

“Samantha, are you listening?”

Sam looked up startled. She didn’t even notice that Mr. Corello was standing in front of her, arms crossed. He was obviously annoyed with something, he was often annoyed with something. He was a senior partner at this firm and everyone was afraid of him. He demanded a certain level of perfection. Mr. Corello was a master at micro management.

“I apologize Mr. Corello, I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” Sam asked nervously.

“Well I was asking why you double booked me on Monday? Can’t you see my calendar?”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir. I’ll see if I can reschedule it for a later…”

“Reschedule? You shouldn’t have to reschedule. If it was done correctly the first time you wouldn’t…..”

His voice faded as Sam heard a click in her ear. Her heart stopped. She almost forgot that she had the earpiece still in. It was silent since she put it in that morning. Well it looked like that was about to change.

~ Samantha, this is your first task. Now be a good girl, stand up….. ~

~ And piss in your panties ~

Sam’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. “They couldn’t really expect me to do that! Right?” She thought.

You have thirty seconds, and remember, naughty girls get punished.

“Oh my god! I can’t!” Sam thought as her heart started to race.

“Samantha! Are you listening? Why are you looking at me like that? Is what I’m saying confusing to you?” Mr Corello yelled. People started to look over from their desks as his rant started to grab the attention of others in the office.

“No…. I mean yes! I am listening sir.” Sam swallowed hard. The panic caused lump in her throat made each word she spoke painful.

Twenty seconds

“Then why haven’t you answered me?”

“I….I don’t know… sir…… I didn’t…” Sam tried to answer. Struggling to find words. Feeling the loss of precious seconds.

“You didn’t what?

“I didn’t….” Sam’s eyes darted around the room. “I can’t do this! I can’t!” She screamed in her head. Hoping with everything in her being that this was some sick joke.

Ten seconds

“ Jesus Christ Samantha what do I pay you for? If I knew I was going to have to teach you how to do..”

“I’m…”

Times up.

“I’m sorrrrrrry!”

Sam yelled as she stood up. Cutting Mr. Corello off mid sentence. Her hand covered her mouth. She looked down as she let out a whimper. Time seemed to stop. Her legs started to shake as she pushed. She felt the warm wetness fill her underwear, then it started running down her thighs. She watched in horror as the over saturation turned to a waterfall, creating a puddle beneath her. The room was completely silent now. The only noise was the sound of her piss hitting the floor until her bladder was empty.

~ Good girl ~

“Oh my god…” Mr corello said with a look of shock. Gasps could be heard around the room. Sam just stood there. Her face burning hot as the embarrassment set in. She could feel gaze of her coworkers all over her skin. The humiliation of the mess she just made ran cold throughout her body.

“I…. I didn’t want to.” Sam whimpered before grabbing her purse. The shocked and confused gaze of her coworkers followed her as she ran for the exit.

She made it to her car and got in the front seat. She sat there for a moment. Tears running down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe what she just did., what they made her do, and she feared what they would make her do next.

“You sick bastards! Why?!” She screamed.

~ Awww are you sad because you made a mess? Don’t worry, good girls get rewarded. Now go home and change. We have soo much fun planned for you. ~

Part 1: (https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/s/sVpVkucJ9p)

I know this story has started out pretty slow, but the intensity is about to ramp up. Also my plan for this story is for each part to touch on different kinks

Spoiler: Part 3 will be touch on degredation, lesdom, and pet play.

Feel free to let me know of any suggestions. And feedback is always welcome. Stay kinky everyone!