(Disclaimer: all characters in this fiction are 18+ years of age and puppygirl is human)

Puppygirl and master had been together for a while. She forgets exactly how long because she’s not good with numbers, they make her head hurt. But it had been a while. 

They met through a dating app specifically for puppygirls and owners called Puppr. She had been skeptical that she’d ever meet a good owner through the app, but the puppy gods above had smiled upon her, and she had met her one true master. 

If you don’t know what a puppygirl is, let me try to explain. A puppygirl is a person who has embraced their puppyhood and enjoys the simple puppy pleasures of life. But how could you not know what a puppygirl is, because in the world of this story puppygirls are as common and as accepted as cats and dogs.

A person chooses to live the puppy lifestyle, and then lives their life accordingly. A puppygirl may hope to find a master, to take care of her, but there was nothing wrong with being a single puppygirl or enjoying playdates with other puppygirls. 

It’s as simple as that.

The first date the two of them had was at the park, playing fetch. She had it on her Puppr profile as one of her favorite hobbies. Other favorite hobbies of hers included chasing squirrels, sniffing crotches, barking at things, and humping anything that moved (or didn’t move), so everything. 

She humped everything.

Once they finished getting sweaty at the park, they decided to grab some coffee. He ordered a black coffee for himself, and ordered her a puppuccino. HER FAVORITE DRINK. And she hadn’t even had that on her dating profile! It’s like they were meant for each other. Like Lady and the Tramp, Pongo and Perdita, or Lassie and whoever she ended up marrying. Probably some other celebrity dog like Air Bud or something.

Blah, blah, blah. We’ll get to the rest of it later. But right now, at this exact moment, puppygirl and master were getting it on. 

Cue the bow-chick-a-wow-wow music

We can’t afford the rights for it? Okay, well just play it in your head.

In their current configuration, master was lying face up on the bed, naked, holding puppygirl’s leash as she humped his leg. It was more like grinding, but you get the idea. This was basically foreplay for them. 

Master was letting puppygirl get herself revved up before the main show. And master liked watching her. It turned him on. She was very enthusiastic, absolutely bursting with puppy energy. Especially when it came to sex. 

Her body was perfect in his eyes. Her hips, thighs, a jiggly tummy, puffy little pink breasts, and a butt built to withstand whatever he could dish out. And he could dish it out like a veteran cafeteria worker, cigarette dangling from their mouth, asking if you wanted, “potatoes or corn?”

They were very sexually compatible: puppygirl being more submissive and master being naturally dominant. Pup’s sex drive was noticeably higher than master’s, but that wasn’t unheard of for puppygirls. They could sometimes be insatiable. 

“I love watching my good girl go,” master said, as puppygirl rubbed her puppy parts on his now sticky thigh. With puppygirl, lubrication was never an issue. In fact, it was kind of the opposite problem, she seemed to be constantly leaking and making a mess wherever they were. 

Tugging on the leash, he brought her down for a sloppy puppy kiss. Her tongue seemed to wag in his mouth as excitedly as her tail. 

“My dirty little mutt,” master whispered to her, inches away from her panting face, a string of drool still connecting their tongues.  

Whenever master called her a mutt, it did something to puppygirl. It put her into another gear. 

Master could be dirty sometimes, filthy even. It wasn’t often, but that’s why it turned her on. How unexpected it could be, being called a dirty little mutt out of nowhere right before her tail was yanked, HARD. That alone could almost make her cum, if she was close enough, if master allowed her to.

They switched positions to doggystyle, or as some preferred to call it, puppystyle. Master was currently trying his best to split puppygirl’s little puppy peach in half, her dripping nectar staining the sheets. With someone like puppygirl, it was a necessity to have several changes of bedsheets. 

Wanting to escalate things, master grabbed the base of her tail firmly in his hand, and gave his command, “Bark!” before yanking her tail and repeating, “I said, BARK!” the pounding continuing. Puppygirl let out a helpless bark of pleasure, before continuing to bark, unable to stop. 

Puppygirl was being pushed to her limits. But that was the fun, discovering new limits. A possibly endless horizon, the only limit someone willing to test them.

With a *smack* of her ass, master withdrew himself; her little puppy peach feeling very empty all of a sudden. Master grabs her leash in his hand, moving her, before commanding, “SIT!” pointing to the end of the bed. “Gooood.”

Lying down with a pillow behind his head, master gave his next command accompanied by a hand gesture. “SIT!” he points. 

Puppygirl, being a bit overstimulated, misses the hand gesture, and only hears the command. A look of confusion spreads across her poor little puppy face.

“I’m already sitting?” her little puppy brain thinks, trying to solve the riddle. “I need to be a good girl. If I’m a good enough girl, master will let me cum!” her worried inner monologue continued. 

Catastrophic mental meltdown was averted as master repeated his command, preceded by a short but sharp *yank* on the leash to get pup’s attention.

“Pup, I said SIT!” pointing at his face, puppygirl finally noticing the clear and obvious gesture. She slumps with relief, finally understanding.

Puppygirl moved toward master, panting, choosing to crawl over his body starting from his feet. Master lovvvved it when she did this. She could see his cock twitch. That was his little tail wagging.

Crawling over him on all fours, a small trail of her puppy juices trailed behind her on master’s body, marking her progress across his stomach and chest. She arrived at her destination and parked her rump on master’s face, her hands grabbing the headboard to steady herself. 

This was the best seat in the house.

“Very goood,” he offered, “but puppy needs to pay better attention. When master gives a command,” the final word punctuated by a small upward *slap* of her drooling puppy parts, “master expects to only have to give it once,” *slap*

She nodded her head vigorously in agreement, along with several arfs of compliance, her bits still stinging slightly from her master’s love taps.  

“Good. Now, I’m going to eat my meal, and I want some silence. Do you understand?” he asked.

More vigorous head nods followed by a single ‘Arf.’ 

She was about to be his appetizer, main course, and dessert.

Master moved his hands around her thighs to bring her to him, and began to dine. His tongue circling around her lips, before switching back and circling the other direction. This eventually graduated to slow, repeated strokes up and down the middle of her slickness. Each upstroke ending in a delicate *flick* of her clit, threatening to turn her into a baaaaad girl. 

He was trying to push her to the edge, she was sure of it. Trying to test the limits of her obedience, to see if her will to obey him was stronger than her animal instincts and filthy desires. 

She could tell by the movement of his tongue that the dessert cart had just arrived.

Master’s tongue entered her, like some prehensile pleasure device, able to move in whatever direction it needed, to pleasure any part of her, to taste any part of her. They were both now lubricating each other: his wet tongue moving inside of her, her body gratefully reciprocating. 

Puppygirl had a very strong humping reflex, and it took all of her willpower to not start grinding out an orgasm on master’s face. He wouldn’t like it if she did, because he hadn’t given permission yet, but she’d like it. She’d like it very much. Might even be worth whatever punishment she’d get for it. 

This went for what seemed like minutes, puppygirl on the verge of a mindbreak: becoming a drooling, barking, good-for-nothing, mess.

And then, suddenly, it ended.

Master’s devilish tongue exited her. “Off pup,” was uttered from between her thighs.

She swung a leg up over him, kneeling to the side as he rose from the bed. 

“Master didn’t even cum yet. They couldn’t be finished already, could they?” quizzed her puppy brain.

He exited the room, and she heard master’s strong stream of urine in the toilet, before a flush. Then a few more moments passed, her still sitting where she had been ordered, still feeling like a bottle of champagne waiting to be uncorked. Waiting for master to give her the equivalent of, “Happy New Year’s!” so she could uncork herself and explode.

Entering the room confidently, still naked and erection somewhat subsided, he sat in a chair near the bed. In his hand, he held an object familiar to her. He stared at her. Judging, perhaps. Appraising whether or not she had indeed been a good girl, or if she had been a dirty little mutt.

Puppygirl sat silently, on her knees, waiting for her verdict.

Her judge rose from his seat, finally ready to give out the sentence.

He tossed the object to her, landing in front of her on the bed. 

Puppygirl did not move.

Master watched like a hawk. She had passed that one last test. His mouth opened to utter a single word, “Cum.”

The inflection of his voice indicated this was not a reward, but rather his final command.

Puppygirl scrambled over, desperately grabbing the object in front of her, flicked it on, and uncorked herself.

It took only seconds with the vibrator before puppygirl came. Her body shuddered, releasing everything that had built up over the last hour or so. 

Master stood there watching as she panted, rocking on her knees, desperate and hungry, trying to regain her breath.

“Did I say stop? I said, CUM! NOW! YOU FILTHY, STINKY, DUMB MUTT!”

Puppygirl complied, rolling onto her side into a somewhat fetal position on the bed, the vibrator now between the vise grip of her thighs. She began to cum, and then cum again, and again.

Master left the room after the third or fourth orgasm, as puppygirl slowly lost herself in pleasure.

Time passed. It could have been just a few minutes or half an hour. 

Master returned to her side, rescuing her from cum-ruined state. He pried the vibrator from between her legs, almost needing a crowbar to do so. He took her up into his arms, as they laid on the bed. Cradling his sweaty little pup, who in her present condition couldn’t understand a command even if her life depended on it. 

He stroked her hair, taking a sip from a water bottle before offering it to her. Her orgasm-riddled brain would eventually come back online, like always. 

And as she lay there in his arms, her face nestled in his chest, he softly said to her, “Who’s my good little pup?”

End

It was a Friday evening and my wife’s friend stopped by for some dinner and drinks.

We started chatting in the kitchen while I got dinner prepared for the grill.

I glanced over to the table where my wife and Brenda sat. I noticed Brenda had a pair of short tennis style shorts on. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I got rock hard.

They girls made some drinks and headed out to our patio. I finished preparing the food and started to head to the grill. I glance at the seat where Brenda was sitting. There was a small puddle of pussy juice on the chair. I couldn’t help but lick it up. It tased so sweet.

I headed to the grill. I set with the girls and started to chat. My wife said she had to pee. When she went back it I told Brenda about her little puddle. She smiled.

I got up and came up behind her. I started to kiss her neck. She moaned and I rubbed my hard cock on her back. I then reached down and slide two fingers in her soaked pussy. I stroked her as fast as she could take. She twitched and screamed I’m coming. After she soaked my fingers I pulled them out and licked her juices off of them.

I want to fuck her so bad. Hopefully she’ll play the game someday soon again.

I’m curled up on the couch, scrolling through Netflix, unable to find anything good to watch, barely paying attention to the TV. It’s the kind of lazy afternoon where nothing feels urgent, until you walk into the room, looking entirely too cute with that mischievous grin on your face. “I’m bored,” you say with a playful sigh, “we should go to the mall.” I groan inwardly, knowing exactly where this is going. Shopping isn’t really my thing, and I’m already comfortable in my own little bubble, I really don’t feel like going.

But you’re not deterred. You lean into the doorframe, eyes twinkling, a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. You of course know exactly how to push the right buttons to get your way…with a slow, teasing tone, you tell me about how you’ve been eyeing some lingerie that you think I’ll love. You tell me about how fun it’ll be to pick it out together. Your voice softens as you say this, your gaze lingers just a little bit longer than usual, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I blush from your boldness. It’s not just your words, the way you say them the way you look at me as you do, it makes it impossible for me to resist. Before I know it, I’m putting on my shoes and laughing at myself for how easily I’m giving in to you. You take my hand and drag me over to the car, and the anticipation is already swirling between us as we get inside the car and start heading over to the mall.

On the drive over we casually chat, you start talking to me about this lingerie that you’ve been wanting, you tell me about how it’s a lovely midnight blue, it’s lacy, it’s fun and flirty, and most importantly, the panties allow for some easy access! I turn the wheel as I start merging into the highway as you talk and you notice my cock poking through my pants from the mere image you’ve implanted into my head. You smirk and reach your left hand down onto my pants, and you grab my cock over my pants. You start playfully stroking it, and you give me a sultry look and smile at me. I groan in pleasure, I decide to let you do what you want to me in that moment, I’m driving straight down the road for a good bit so it won’t be too dangerous…

I turn on the cruise control and let go of my right arm from the steering wheel, to give you room to play with me easily. You take that as an invitation to go all in and unzip my fly. My cock springs out instantly, he’s excited to get to know you up close and personal. You wrap your fingers around the base of my cock and you start slowly stroking me up and down. You run your fingers slowly up and down my shaft, gently teasing me as you touch the curves and veins. “Fuck baby, that feels gooooood,” I softly moan under my breath. You notice a bead of pre-cum building up on the tip of my cock and you decide to squeeze me tightly. As you do, the pre-cum starts spilling out of me and drizzling down my shaft, onto your hand.

The wetness of my pre-cum spilling on your hand excites you. In response, you take off your seatbelt and decide to finish me off using that lovely mouth of yours. You lean down and wrap your lips around the head of my cock and flatly place your tongue over the tip, letting the flavours of my pre-cum seep into your tongue as you gently lick me. You pucker your lips and start sucking me, bobbing your head up and down, taking me in as deep as you can. Fuck it feels so fucking good. My breathing hastens as you suck me off, I feel my orgasm building. You look up at me and wink before going all in, and you suck me intensely. My cock starts twitching in pleasure, and a pool of warm cum spills out of me, flooding your mouth. You take in every last drop and swallow it all up before playfully sticking your tongue out to show me. Fuck, you’re amazing.

You finish me off just in time as our exit on the highway comes around and I turn my focus back on the road, driving out of the highway and taking us over to the mall parking lot which is just off the exit. I park the car, and tuck my still exposed cock back into my pants before getting out. Once out, you take my hand and happily walk me to the mall entrance.

We step into the mall, and the sound of the bustling crowd fills the air, but I can’t focus on anything but the way your hand feels in mine. You pull me toward the first store, a bright and colorful boutique with all kinds of quirky clothes and accessories. You’re grinning from ear to ear, obviously loving the chance to drag me around the mall, and I can’t help but laugh at how eager you are to shop. “You have to try something on,” you tease, picking up a ridiculous oversized hat and plopping it onto my head. You give me a mischievous wink as you pull out your phone to snap a picture. "This is totally your new look,” you tease.

We wander through a few more stores, and I find myself caught up in the fun, joking about random things, letting you dress me up in goofy outfits, and making you try on a sexy pair of sparkly heels. With every store, the playful banter between us keeps flowing, and I start to forget about my initial reluctance. Your energy is infectious, and I can't help but enjoy this spontaneous, lovely adventure we're having. There’s something about you that makes even the most ordinary trip feel like the best kind of mischief.

We reach the lingerie store, and the moment we step through the entrance, I’m hit with the soft lighting and the sweet, almost intoxicating scent of perfume that lingers in the air. The atmosphere here is different, more intimate, and you know it. Your fingers tighten around mine as you pull me in, the excitement in your eyes giving me a glimpse of what’s to come. “Alright,” you say, your voice low and filled with promise, “let’s find something that’s going to drive you crazy.” You wink at me, leading me toward a section of delicate lace and satin pieces that practically beg to be touched. I can’t help but watch as you run your fingers lightly over the fabric, teasing the edges of a matching set, the way it drapes just so.

You turn to me, holding up a dark red bra and panties set. “What do you think of this one?” you ask, eyes dancing with mischief. You give me just enough time to glance at the lace, the sexy cut of it, before your hand gently traces the edge of the panty line, as if imagining it on you. The way you look at me, so confident and playful, makes my pulse spike. I try to steady myself, but you’re already moving on, your fingers grazing another set, one in midnight blue, this is the one you were talking about at home, a sheer lace thong barely visible under your touch. You glance up at me over your shoulder, lips curving into a teasing smile. “I think you’ll like this one even more.” I can feel the playful tension between us building, every glance, every touch, charged with something more than just the soft fabrics in your hands. It's a game, but it feels like a game I don’t want to stop playing.

“Alright,” I say. “I can’t take the teasing any more, I have to have you.” I pick you up in my arms, the lingerie is still in yours. I carry you over to the change rooms, my primal energy surging through me at this moment prevents me from caring about the scene I’m making in the store as all eyes are on us as I shove you into a room and lock the door behind us. My sudden burst of desire for you turns you on and you immediately start stripping down in front of me in the small change room. You slowly reveal every little part of your perfect body to me and my cock starts growing in my pants again. I pull my pants down freeing him and letting you get an eyeful of exactly what you’ve done to me. You lick your lips in excitement and begin putting on the sexy blue lingerie set and once it’s on, you mouth the phrase “take me.”

On cue I pick you up in my arms and let you wrap your arms and legs around me. I press you against the change room mirror and passionately start kissing you. I press my lips against yours and taste you. I savour your sweet flavours, I can’t help myself right now, I’m craving you. I suck and lick your lips, I stick my tongue down your warm throat and let our salvia mix together as we kiss. Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good. I press my hips against yours to hold you up against the mirror as we kiss. My hard, twitching cock presses into the lacy, dampened fabric and rubs against your sweet pussy, desperate to fill you up. I’m feeling ravenous right now, I just need you, I desperately need you.

I slip my right hand onto your panties and gently tug the bow on the panties to pull them to the side, letting your delicious pussy slip out, just enough for me be able to slide my cock inside you. I let your pussy swallow up my entire cock, I usually like to tease my way in, but I can’t right now, I’m too horny. I just need you. I push my cock all the way in and let out a heavy sigh of relief, fuck I needed this. This is how I should be, deep inside of you, your pussy is my home.

I start pumping your pussy. I pump in and out and in and out and in and out, over and over and over again. Fuck baby, this feels so fucking good. I continue kissing your lips as I pump your pussy. I place my hands on your breasts, over the bra and I squeeze them intensely. I play with your tits and feel you up as I continue sucking on your sweet lips. I feel the wetness of your pussy walls as my cock slides in and out of you with every pump, fuck I’m in heaven baby girl. Your pleasure starts to build inside you, you feel yourself approaching an orgasm, and as you release, the pulses of your pussy as it contracts push me to my own orgasm and I spray your wet love hole with stream after stream of cum. Fuck, that was amazing.

I put you down and you quickly change out of the lingerie and back into your normal clothes. “Fuck, the bra is salvageable, but the panties are ruined…I guess we have no choice but to buy them now,” I say to you, noticing the expensive price tag. You giggle and wink at me, I played right into your trap, you were going to buy that lingerie set regardless, so you give me a cheeky kiss, grab my hand and we walk to the counter. You place the bra and panties down and the employee grabs them to place into a bag. She feels the wetness on the panties and starts apologizing. She offers to replace them, but you tell her, “no thank you, this set is exactly what we were looking for,” the employee gives a confused look before shrugging and handing you the bag. We step out of the store and start heading back to the car, we have a long night ahead of us, and I am looking forward to seeing you in that lingerie a little bit longer.

My sister met her best friend, T, at the fried chicken spot they both worked at. They worked together all the way through high school, and their bond only got stronger through that time.

T was petite, voluptuous, opinionated, and wise beyond her years. Intelligent and thoughtful but still little-girl silly, she had four younger brothers that she cared for when her mother was at work. After being friends with my sister for so long, T began to see me as her brother as well, asking for advice and, of course, bumming money or rides from me. I’d avoided her girlish advances for years, not wanting to complicate my relationship with my favorite baby sister. But this is the story of the time I gave in.

As they moved into their college years, T and my sister would come home late after Friday or Saturday shifts, wash off the chicken smell, swap into sexy clothes, and hit the clubs. Because I was career-focused, I was usually around and would drive the two of them to the spots they liked to make sure they arrived safely.

One Friday night, T said she was too tired to party.

“Big brother,” she asked me, “would you drop me off at the house?” There was something mischievous in her eyes. Still, I agreed.

What was supposed to be a quick drop-off turned into T and I spending two hours sitting outside her mother’s house in my car, debating music and discussing books she was reading in her college classes. In the darkness of the car, I could feel T’s eyes on me.

When she leaned in and kissed me that night, I didn’t stop her. In fact, I kissed her back.

We fogged up the windows. I sucked her bottom lip, squeezed her soft young thighs. It was only when she moaned my name that I snapped back to reality.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said to her.

“We already did it, big brother,” she replied. “Now we just have to see how far we can go with each other.”

My dick throbbed at her husky words but to my credit, I told her to go ahead and get in the house before it got late. I tried not to watch her little plump ass jiggle as she climbed up her porch stairs.

After that night, T started coming around more often. At nineteen, she was brilliant. She could keep up with complex conversations about geopolitics and philosophy. One night, while at my parents' house working on a project for my MBA classes, T sat up with me, asking questions and rubbing my shoulders as I hunched over the computer.

That was the first night I ate her pussy.

I’d inadvertently moaned when she hit a rough spot in my shoulder. Her hands on me felt so good, I couldn’t help it. I stopped halfway through my research, turned to her. She kissed me immediately, and I returned it just as hard. I squeezed her ass with both hands, reached under her shirt, and sucked on her brown nipples until her soft moans had me hard enough to break through a wall.

There was a loveseat in my room. I told her to lay on it and she did, raising her hips as I pulled her leggings off. Her pussy was bald, pink, and glistening wet.

“How long have you been thinking about me doing this to you?” I asked her, teasing her juicy clit with my tongue.

“I been dreaming about you eating me out since that night in the car,” she breathed. “I haven’t messed with anyone else since. I’ve been saving this pussy for you.”

Her words hit me in my chest. I softly kissed her thighs, which made her squirm. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked her until she came, squirming and whimpering, all over my mouth.

“Oh my god, big brother,” T moaned. But shame returned. I sat back on the couch. The scent of her hot young pussy was all over my lips. I crossed my legs, trying to hide my throbbing dick. “You should probably go in there with my sister. I need to finish this project.”

“I’m not leaving this time,” she said, looking at me devilishly. “I wanna fuck.”

She kneed my legs uncrossed, reached down my pants, and grabbed my meat. I immediately hardened in her hand.

I looked at her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

She dropped to her knees, pulled my dick out, and licked the tip. When she swallowed it down her entire throat, I was done. I spread my legs and moaned for her. Her little slurping, gawking noises almost did me in.

“You like that?” she breathed. My blood was boiling. I grasped her face and slowly began thrusting myself into her mouth. She kissed the head and licked the shaft.

“You taste so good,” she said.

I laid her back on the loveseat and slid myself inside her.

“Oh god,” I moaned, partially because she was so tight and partially because I couldn’t believe I was fucking her.

She looked up at me, pleasure on her lips. “It’s alright big brother. Fuck this pussy. It’s yours.”

And I did. I pumped her hard and fast. Our skin slapped together lustfully. We didn’t have much time. I palmed one of her small brown titties and rubbed my thumb over her nipple, watching her eyes roll back in her head.

“Please keep fucking me,” she whispered.

The room smelled like sex. I stroked her as my orgasm built in my core and, noticing, T spread her legs even wider to receive my furious thrusts. I came hard, burying my face in her neck as I filled her young pussy up with dick and semen. I pulled myself glistening out of her after a few moments. She took up a glob of our juices from her hot pussy with two fingers and sucked them clean.

“How am I gonna explain this to my sister?” I whispered, looking down at her.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” T said. “And now that we’ve done it, we can’t stop.”

“We can’t keep doing this,” I said. I tried to put some authority in my voice but when she grabbed my dick and began rubbing it again, I couldn’t help but moan.

“You’ve made my dreams come true, big brother,” T said. “I’m not going to give you up that easy.”

Those drowsy morning stirs, slowly drifting awake from the most restful of sleeps next to you. Waking to find our bodies separated by sleep, I find myself drawn by raw instinct to find her and pull her body back up and into me.

Gently but firmly pulling her body into mine as we return to spoon up against one another. The way her body fits so perfectly against mine sets my mind alight. Our skins touching, I hear her voice gently sigh in sleepy pleasure at your bodies reuniting after the night. My arm draped over her body as we spoon, I can't help myself but explore her breasts with my hand. Squeezing and relaxing my grip on them as our shared breaths rise and fall.

Moments pass in this sensual synchronicity, until I find myself starting to gently thrust my body back and forth into hers. I'm still half asleep, but it's like I'm not even choosing this - I can't not do this with her. I hear the sound of her breath change, as she feels my cock grow with every slow rock back and forth, rubbing against her ass.

This sound has betrayed her, now I know that she's awake. I know that she's just playing with me, waiting patiently for me to take control over her. All to happy to play my part, I reach down to tuck my already throbbing cock between her legs such that our thrusts back and forth explore a whole new area of her. Ensuring I take a moment to firmly grab her ass as my arm returns to dance between her breasts.

Thrusting slightly harder now, I hear the first moan of the morning escape her lips - only fueling my desire to hear more. In efforts to elicit more I reach my hand up and grip firmly around her neck, not too hard - not choking - but claiming her. She reacts immediately, thrusting back into me with a renewed fervor.

Briefly releasing my hand from her neck I reach down to her crotch and gently feel my way down to her vagina. Normally I'd take time to dance down her lips - but I just want to feel my reward. My fingers find what they were looking for, she's already dripping for me. Taking a moment to lightly play with her opening, I take my fingers to her already willing wide open mouth. Her tongue eagerly meets my fingers, licking them clean.

Grabbing her neck again, I dip my hips so as to angle myself into her - she reacts so dutifully, reaching her hand down to guide me into her. I make her wait as I start to push into her, spending what feels like a lifetime at the very start of her opening. I feel her impatience grow, as she starts trying to push back onto me - and answer by wrapping my arm around her neck, a sharp exhale escapes her lips, and so I whisper in her ear "have a little patience, please". A "Yes sir", she whimpers back.

Feeling her relinquish control, I pull my hips back - almost to the point of falling out of her, before slowly thrusting back fully. Waiting for that delightful gasp from her as she's filled by me. Happy with the little tease it's my turn to claim what's mine. My satisfaction is all I care about now, moving up above her back I bury myself inside of her - letting my primal needs unleash.

This is my first post on here. I hope it doesn't break any of the rules. It's a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy it. If I broke any rules, i apologize and I'll get better!

A quick synopsis...a human female scientist is testing out time travel machine. After malfunction, she finds her self in a time ran by dinosaurs. The energy of time travel causes the dinosaurs to be filled with lust. Kori struggles with her new life while she waits to be rescued

“Final safety checks are green,” Kori says over the radio from inside the pod. “Setting destination and time period. Duration, 5 minutes.”

Kori has been part of a tech team working on time travel. All the science and tech has finally caught up with each other. All preliminary tests come back optimistically. Kori volunteers to be the first test subject. Equipped with a flight suit and a small camera, the machine is powered Up and ready to execute.

“See you in a few minutes,” she says to the team waiting behind a safety wall.

The pod begins to glow and vibrate. Small bolts of energy start to surround the machine. A warning light and siren begins to go off inside the pod. Kori panics and reaches for the kill switch but it's too late. In a flash of bright light Kori disappears from the pod and is sent backwards in time.

Kori awakens on the ground in a dense forest. The air is thick, heavy and filled with a scent she isn't familiar with. The vegetation looks almost alien to her. As she begins to stand, Kori realizes her flight suit and camera Are no longer on her person. How could she or her team know that only organic matter would survive the trip.

There is a heavy rustle in the trees behind her. Turning to locate the source of the sound, Kori is frozen in shock. Standing several feet away is a Stegosaurus eating. It hasn't noticed the human yet.

The machine malfunctioned before departure. Instead of going back 80 years, she went back 80 Billion years! Panic sets in when the woman also notices the pod didn't make the trip with her. She is stranded here with no way back home. Unless her team figures out a way to come for her.

The dinosaur in front of her stops eating and starts to sniff the air. It appears to be startled by something. Could it smell her? Just before Kori decides to run for it, a Velociraptor jumped out of the bushes and ran towards the Stego. The herbavoir was prepared. It swung its barbed tail at the predator hitting it in the face and knocking it to the ground. Whole the raptor is stunned, the prey ran off into the thick forest.

Kori was frozen in fear seeing the raptor. Knowing there was no way to outrun it, she cowered behind a large tree trunk and waited for the dinosaur to chase after it's prey. Unfortunately, Kori isn't that lucky. The raptor picks up the Humans scent and finds Kori standing behind the tree.

The scientist screams in horror and starts running out of instict. Kori didn't stand a chance against the apex predator. The raptor jumped into the air, struck her in the back and they both went tumbling to the ground. Kori landed on her stomach and the predator on her back. Kori thought she would be eaten when the raptor stood up but something else happened.

The large reptile was sniffing at Koris naked crotch. Confused by the scent, it didn't see her as food. The rough wet tongue slide around her lower lips and asshole. The Velociraptor let out a deep growl of arousal. it's thick, fleshy pink cock begins to grow out of its body.

Kori feels the wide space head of the cock rub against her ass cheeks. A new fear sets in as she feels the animal straddle her back and line the head against her lower lips. She wants to scream and fight the dinosaur but chooses not to as it would destroy her in a second. The only hope of survival was to remain still and let the raptor do its thing.

The pointed head of the reptiles cock pushed hard and forced its way inside the Humans Pussy. The spaded head spreads the hole wide until he finally penetrates and is swallowed by the lips. The shape of the head ensures it cannot be removed while it's hard. Kori bit her lip hard as she tried not to scream from the pain. Never was she felt something so large inside her body.

The animal paused for a moment, unsure about the female's body. Just when Kori started to relax and her hole accommodates the invader, The dinosaur begins its slow but deep assault. The 9inch long and 4 inch wide cock pushes completely inside her sex. She can feel her stomach bulging around the object As her body tries to make room for it.

A searing pain shoot through the woman when the raptor sinks its razor sharp claws into her shoulder. Ensuring its bitch can't escape now, he thrusts harder. A flurry of quick deep strokes followed by a few seconds pause and back to thrusting. This pattern was enough to mute the pain and bleeding and pleasure filled her senses.

She began to moan as the predator continued its deep and hard fucking. Fully intoxicated by the strange cock and pheromones, Kori was in love. She began to push back into the raptor in the same rhythm it fucked her. fingers Digging into the soft soil. Toes curling with the need to orgasm. Her new master wasted no time with her body.

Within minutes she felt the cock swell inside her soaked cunt. A flood of cold, thick cum rushed into her womb. The thrusts didn't slow as the Velociraptor emptied its balls into Kori. The scent of the mixture of fluids made the dinosaur roar in a primal tone. the sound of the dinosaur pleasure made her cunt squeeze the spade cock and she exploded. Juices squirted from her abused hole and made a puddle under her waist.

The rapid assault slowed to shallow thrusts. The carnivore was finished breeding its bitch but it's cock was stuck in the hole. Kori could hear the frustration as he tried to remove its cock from her body. It dragged her several feet, swung her in the air until her wet hole finally let go. Kori flew in the air and few feet and landed back where she as being fucked.

Her gaping hole was leaking a mixture of fluids. Now on her back, she was able to see the massive cock just before the Raptor disappeared into the jungle. Kori found her hands running down her naked, sweating body. Pushed 2 fingers into her flooded cunt, scooped up the cum and fed it to herself. The scientist shuddered in pleasure when tasting it.

Maybe her life wouldn't be wasted here.

My original ending to this was to have Kori witness the asteroids that killed the dinosaurs just as they orgasmed together. The Raptor would run off with her stuck to its dick. Then back in the future, her team would find the fossilized remains of her with the raptor.

I just loved this so much, I left it open for another part.

creative freedom: this fictional piece includes a little cum chamber right before the cervix that, if breached, holds the semen to secure insemination

When I look at you, I get this primal need to breed. Like in that documentary we watched together… of a lion smelling a female in heat, mounting her from behind, and fucking a litter into that fertile female.

This is no different. I can sense when you’re ovulating. Your perfect milky white skin glows, your dark hair is thick and shiny, lips plump and red, and you smell like you want to lure me in. Like a flower.

When we work from home and you’re ovulating, it’s bad. Really, really bad. Because I’m a horny boy. I send you dirty as fuck text messages and then watch you squirm. You’re on the couch, wearing a light pink summer dress, and I sit opposite you in a shirt and jeans.

You look ready to breed today…

Your phone chimes with my message.

I smirk when you suck in a breath and glance up from your phone. We don’t speak. We type. Text.

Oh my God, you’re driving me crazy.

You reply.

I press my lips together to stop myself from grinning. I continue to work for about ten minutes and then pick up my phone again.

I can smell your pheromones from here…

This time, when you read my message, your eyes lock with mine. You mouth Fuck at me.

I grin. All cheeky. I know you’re into this as much as I am.

I have been horny out of my mind since this morning. You teased me in bed, stroked my cock, and then … you had to get ready for work.

Two can play this game.

It’s not even lunchtime when you get up to get some more tea. I follow you into the kitchen. You look at me like an animal that has been caught in a compromising position.

That’s exactly what is happening here.

There is only one exit… and that you’d have to pass me to get out. You sealed your fate by a silly mistake.

I step up behind you, slide my hand under your summer dress, and slip my fingers past your panties. Holy fuck… you’re dripping wet already.

And I am hard. Perfect match in heaven.

Craning your neck back, you stare up at me, hands on the counter, pushed up on your tip toes. I tug down your panties in one smooth motion. You gasp and brace yourself. You know what’s going to happen. I’ll mount you like that lion in the documentary.

Jeans open. Pull my dick and balls out. No warm-up. No foreplay.

I shift closer, knees bend, cock against your folds. You open your legs. I rub my tip along your folds… lewd slick sounds echo through the room. You’re on your tea break, so this has to be quick.

I push up and thrust in. One hand on your belly, the other on your hip. You yelp loudly, the high-pitched sound makes my brain melt. Fuck yeah. That’s right, that hard rock dick inside your ripe pussy, baby. I pull you closer and start fucking into you. Not wasting any time. You’re ripe and ready for a baby.

Dripping. Fucking. Wet.

Your boobs wobble with every upward thrust. I wrap one arm underneath them and go harder. Hunched against you, face pressed to your neck. Hammering that little pussy open. I hit that seal of your cum chamber within the first three thrusts, making you yelp repeatedly.

You puff out heavy breaths and try to hold on to the cabinets, the counter, crying out in aroused desperation. You’re going feral. My little lioness. I tug down the front of your dress, allowing your tits to bounce out. You don’t wear a bra when you’re alone with me.

Crucial mistake.

Your breasts are heaven. Large and soft and squishy. They will grow even bigger when you nurse my baby. Your long hair tickles me as I mount you; your ass shakes whenever I bottom out. Creating wave-like motions across your skin. You chant out little moans, high-pitched little “ohs”.

Your tits bounce uncontrollably, so I grab one of them. I can feel the impact of my thrusts that skate through your body. It does my head in. The straps of your summer dress fall from your shoulders, exposing your breasts even more. Nearly naked. Soft fabric pooling around your waist.

I grunt and growl against your neck. I can feel your seal give in already. It’s so soft when you’re ovulating. So ready to hold my load. I shouldn’t breach it. I have no business being inside it. But fuck, I love popping it open.

My heart pounds in my chest and my muscles burn from fucking into you. This primal breeding will result in an offspring. Little female in heat. It is your own fault… getting knocked up like this. I frown and moan the harder I go. The tension in my body is unbearable. I know I’m almost there. I can feel your ripe little seal parting…. letting me in.

You reach back when I drive in deep. Trying to stop me.

Haha. No. You’re getting bred. Now.

You scream and shake all over when your seal suddenly pops. I can’t only feel it, I can also hear it in the silence of the kitchen.

Pop.

A loud sob echoes through the room. You let your head hang. You’re done. Your fate has been decided. You’re going to grow my DNA, no one else’s. Whether you want it or not, your cum chamber will hold my sperm inside. My genes.

Your sobs and moans get more urgent, pitching higher-higher-higher. I pump in and out of your seal and then… finally, all that tension bursts from my heavy, swinging balls.

A thick, creamy load shoots deep into your chamber, filling it with forceful pumps. You cry out, quivering all over, and sigh long and loud. This is your natural purpose. To be bred. Grow children. Your body goes soft underneath me. Bred. Mated. Claimed.

My brain shuts off as my load floods your chamber. Millions of swimmers get sucked into your womb, swarming out, seeking an egg to fertilize.

When I keep pressing into you, your chamber desperately tries to close around my cockhead. Attempting to push me out. You shudder, pant, louder, louder, louder, scratching across my forearm around your stomach…. like a feral lioness, and then, your chamber and pussy contract so tightly it squeezes out another spurt of semen from my cock.

Your orgasm sucks more of my semen into your womb. Your egg is waiting. It’s right there. I squeeze my arms around you and press my dick all the way in. Pulsing. Throbbing. Your little egg is getting invaded, sperm trying to bury in from all sides. Innocent, unassuming egg…

Oh my God. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Primal breeding… like in nature… resulting in a baby. No other male will approach you. My baby in you. My scent on you.

When I come to, I slowly withdraw my dick from your seal. It clenches shut. Your pussy is so wet it has been dripping down your thighs, covering my balls in juices.

I pull out completely. Your summer dress pools around your waist, exposing your ass and tits. You look obscene. Light skin flushed.

I catch my breath and step back, examining my work… very little of my load trickles out from between your gaping folds.. the majority of it is secured in your cum chamber. It’s full. Fuck.

Helpless female now bred…making a baby.

--

Part of my You and I making babies series...

It was a quiet Sunday, the kind where you just lay in bed hahaha. My sister had gone out, leaving me and Alex, her boyfriend, alone in the house. I'd been biding my time, my heart started beating fasterwith a mix of guilt and desire. I knew it was wrong, but the thrill was too much to resist. Once she was gone, I snuck into her room, where Alex lay sprawled on the bed, shirtless, looking up at me with that same, hungry gaze.

Without a word, I climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing wildly hehehe. The heat between us was undeniable; my heart pounded as I felt his hands roam over my body, pulling me closer.

I slid down his body, my hands trailing to his waistband, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his already hard cock. I took him in my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thickness, my tongue swirling around the head of his massive dick before I took him deeper, deepthroating every inch. I could hear his moans, feel his body tense as I licked and sucked him. enjoying the taste and the power I had over him.

Feeling daring, I climbed back up, positioning myself over him. I lowered myself onto his cock, feeling him stretch me as I began to ride him. The sensation was electric, each movement bringing me closer to the edge. I could feel myself building towards an orgasm; the room was filled with our heavy breathing and the sounds of our bodies moving together.

We both reached our climax simultaneously, my body shuddering as his hot cum flooded into me. I could feel it, thick and warm, filling me up. Just as we were coming down from our high, the front door slammed shut. Heart pounding, I realized my sister was home earlier than expected. Panicked, I pulled the covers over us, our breaths still ragged from the intensity of the moment. As her footsteps grew closer, I felt his cum starting to drip out of my pussy, leaving a wet patch on the bed. We lay there, silent, as we heard her coming up the stairs, closer and closer...

The day I had feelings for my cousin was the day she spent the night at my house. This was a few years ago and she showered in the morning in my bathroom and after she was done it was my turn. Mind you she is older than me. I went in to shower and I saw her black lingerie panties hanging on the shower curtain!

I did my best to ignore them, but my hormones got the better of me and my thoughts and I grabbed them and smelt them and oh man! They smelt incredible! I couldn’t stop! I was playing with them and never wanted to leave the shower! I didn’t want to be suspicious taking so long I quickly showered and made sure I didn’t get them wet!

Recently now, she calls me like past 11pm to go out to a restaurant and chill. The place we go stays open till 5am and we roughly leave 2am each time we go depending if we have work the next day. We catch up in life and talk about our past experiences. She mainly brings about how many guys hit on her at her work. I sometimes wish I could tell her how sexy she’s looking! One of my favourite outfits of hers was she was wearing tight jeans and a blue/white sleeveless shirt! Man her arms and armpits are lovely! I just wanna tell her how I feel but fear that I will ruin our relationship.

Some context first I guess. My gf (ex) recently broke up with me after 4 years together, for her male bestfriend. She always said she was lesbian but I always felt she was always too flirty with him despite all the "don't worry I don't like guys like that" and "we're just friends". I've never been attracted to men, sexually or romantically. I kissed a few in middle/high school but just never felt anything from it. Anyways I've been spending time with friends more, and going out to bars, looking for a rebound potentially. I was out at a bar with some friends Saturday night when a couple guys came over to talk to us. I could tell that one of the guys Casey was into me and I don't know if I was just feeling needy for attention or I drank more than I thought or was just in a fuck it whatever kind of mood, but I decided to let it play out and see what happened. He was getting pretty handsy, constantly brushing his hand and arm against me, even putting an arm around me. One of my friends started to say something to him, presumably to tell him that I was lesbian but I shot her a look and thankfully she understood and shut up. Things were winding down and he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place and I agreed.

We got to his apartment and didn't waste any time and his mouth was on mine almost as soon as we closed the door. We ended up on his couch and the kissing was kind of putting me off so I got on my knees and started to work his pants and boxers off. His cock was semi hard as I grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. I gave it a few licks before I started to take it into my mouth. I've given "blowjobs" to strap ons and dildos before but always half assed because there's no real point so either my lack of enthusiasm or inexperience showed because he asked me if I had given much head before. At this point I told him I was a lesbian and that this was my first real cock and was just looking to get fucked after my breakup. He asked if I wanted my first time with a guy to be gentle or rough and I told him rough because I always enjoyed getting pounded with a strap and thrown around by my ex.

I've taken strap ons and dildos bigger than Casey was but the feeling of a real cock inside me felt so different and felt so much better. And I don't know if my ex was never as rough with me as I thought or if its a difference in strength but this man fucked me harder and rough than I'd been before in my life. So I guess I'm bisexual now? But I still don't feel any attraction to men and like after our fucking Casey tried to cuddle and I was really not about it. But I want his cock again, so I'm really not sure where I'm at with all of that

It was a typically mundane day in our small town. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was going about my normal routine. I was 19 years old, in my first year of college, and enjoying the freedom that came with living away from home. But little did I know, this day would be etched into my memory forever. It was the day I lost my anal virginity

My ex-boyfriend, let's call him Tim, had been pressuring me to try anal sex for months. He used to tell me how tight and warm my ass felt when he rubbed against it during intercourse, and how much he imagined it would feel like sliding into a hot, wet pussy. At first, I brushed it off as a joke. I had always considered myself "pure", and the idea of letting someone penetrate my ass was both unsettling and repulsive. But as time went on, his words began to sink in, and the forbidden fantasies started taking over my thoughts.

We decided to finally give it a try in my dorm room. Incense filled the air, and soft music played in the background as we made out passionately. I closed my eyes, still unsure of what was about to happen. Tim slowly undressed, revealing his rock-hard erection. He whispered dirty words in my ear, telling me how much he loved my tight little ass and how good it was going to feel. I couldn't help but shiver with anticipation.

It hurt like a bitch at first. Tim slowly bent me over the bed, spreading my cheeks apart to expose my asshole. I felt him rubbing against the opening, testing the waters, and it was almost unbearable. But somehow, his touch felt so good too. He coated his dick with lubricant and pressed against me again, slowly pushing against my tight ring. I gasped and moaned as he penetrated me an inch at a time, going deeper than I ever thought possible.

As he started pumping in and out, the pain slowly morphed into something else – an intense, burning pleasure that coursed through my body. It felt like my entire being was engulfed in a furnace, and every cell was being lit on fire. I couldn't help but scream out his name as waves of ecstasy washed over me. Tim's hands roamed freely over my body, pinching my nipples and playing with my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

That night, we fucked like animals. Our moans and grunts echoed through the empty dorm halls as we fucked each other's brains out. I felt as if I had found a new side of myself – a naughty, sinful side that was hidden deep within. As Tim filled my ass with his seed, I couldn't help but feel complete.

In the days that followed, I couldn't get enough of it. The thought of having something hard and warm stretching my tight little asshole sent shivers down my spine. I found myself fantasizing about it constantly – during class, while studying, even while eating. It was an unquenchable desire that consumed me.

However, as time went on, my relationship with Tim began to fall apart. We grew distant, and the magic we once shared seemed to disappear. And with it, my intense desire for anal sex faded as well. But no matter how much time has passed, I will never forget that fleeting moment of pure ecstasy when I lost my anal virginity. It was a wild, forbidden journey that forever changed who I was, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

The invitation was impulsive. Reckless, maybe. But as I lay in bed, heart pounding, staring at the ceiling in the dim glow of my bedroom, I knew there was no turning back.

I had never met him before-not in person. Our conversations on the app had started as flirtation, teasing and playful, slowly unraveling into something deeper, something charged. We had danced around what we wanted, testing boundaries, feeling each other out. And then, in a moment of reckless desire, I had sent the message:

"You should come over."

He had agreed without hesitation. And now, he was here.

The room was silent except for the distant hum of the city outside and the rhythmic beat of my own breathing. He stood in the doorway, watching me, the dim light from the hallway casting sharp shadows on his frame. He was tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of presence that made me feel small in the best way. No awkward introductions. No fumbling words.

Just tension.

I pulled back the covers, and he understood. He peeled off his clothes, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact.

My breath hitched as his body was revealed-sculpted, firm, the faintest trail of hair leading down to where his arousal stood, heavy and full, already glistening at the tip.

Sliding in beside me, he was warm, his skin feverish against mine. I felt his hand skate over my arm, tentative at first, then bolder as his fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face to his. Our lips met, a slow exploration that quickly unraveled into something deeper.

His mouth was hot, insistent, his tongue stroking against mine as he pressed closer. His cock-thick and pulsing-found its way between us, pressing against my stomach, my hip, my thigh. Every shift of his body sent another jolt through me, each graze a silent promise of what we both wanted but neither dared say.

His precum smeared against my skin, slick and warm, and I felt my own arousal mirror his, aching and needy. He wanted to be inside me. I knew it. I felt it in the way his fingers clutched my hip, the way he rolled his hips, pressing the length of himself, along me, teasing, testing. I could have asked. He could have asked.

But we didn't.

Instead, we let the silence stretch between us, filled only by breathless kisses and the steady, unrelenting press of his body against mine. My legs parted instinctively, inviting, but still, we lingered in the space between wanting and taking.

His lips ghosted over my throat, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. His hand slid lower, teasing at the curve of my hip, his fingers flexing as if barely holding himself back.

And still, we didn't speak.

The night stretched on, bodies tangled, lips swollen from endless kisses, his need pressing insistently against me, throbbing, hip, his fingers flexing as if barely holding himself back.

And still, we didn't speak.

The night stretched on, bodies tangled, lips swollen from endless kisses, his need pressing insistently against me, throbbing, slick, so close-so close.

We both knew it was inevitable.

It was only a matter of who would break first.

(This is a true story. Both participants involved were consenting adults - she was 18 and I was 23 at the time - who enjoyed themselves very much. Names have been changed, obviously.)

I feel like Viv knew my mind was elsewhere. We barely kissed, most of the sex was with her facing away from me, and I wasn't as enthusiastic as I had been with her. She just knew something was up. And it all started to unravel.

I had met Christa at the start of the summer: May actually, if I remember correctly. She had only been working for me for less than two weeks when she came on to me and our affair started. I had set September 1 as the end-date for operations of the business. The company was fighting like hell to keep me open, but I was fed up and broke and had nothing to show for all my work. I kept putting money in, and getting nothing out.

Christa and I had spent another night together in the office after the first time (when she gave me her ass in Part 2). I had also let her come to my place. My roommate was never there, and Viv went up to see her family 2 hours away. So, I let Christa come up for the weekend for as much as she wanted. I think it's true that we were both more excited to spend time with each other than we were to spend it with our respective significant others. She hadn't ditched Beaux for an entire weekend to that point.

The weekend went exactly like you'd think it went, Sneaky Reader. We fucked all over the apartment. There is something about fucking another woman in the bed you share with your girlfriend that just makes the sex so much more intense. Even letting her sleep on Viv's side of the bed was thrilling. Either way, we had a rule: No clothes in the apartment that weekend.

The first night, Friday after Viv left, started on the balcony, but the mosquitos forced us to finish inside on the couch. We wandered back to the bedroom at some point. Viv called me late to say goodnight, and Christa saw that as an opportunity to slowly tease and suck my cock. I know it's straight out of bad porn, but it was a hell of a rush. She even made me drag the call out to keep the thrill going. She got a deep creampie with her legs wrapped around me and me groaning into her mouth mid-passionate-kiss after I got off the phone. We passed out soon after.

Our no-clothes rule ended up kinda biting us in the ass with an unexpected visitor. My roommate happened to actually come home for a few hours. He enjoyed the sight of a naked Christa walking out of the room I shared with Viv to the kitchen for a morning glass of water, but he, understandably, mildly freaked out because he didn't have a clue who she was or why she was in his apartment. There was an argument between he and I in which I expressed that "Yeah, Viv sucks, but dumping her would be the right thing to do." Either way, he agreed not to tell her, not that I was panicking about him doing so anyway. As far as I know, he never told her.

After he left, Christa asked if she should have covered herself up while he was there. She had just kept walking around naked if she needed something; she was good at following her Boss' orders.

"No. No clothes was the rule. You did as I expected."

A devious smile crept across her face. "I liked that he saw me naked. It turned me on." She knew that would get a rise out of me. I directed her to the couch and across my lap for a spanking. It wasn't a long spanking because, frankly, we were both turned on. The morning light was coming in through the patio door of the apartment. Maybe someone could see from one of the other buildings if they were watching. I'm sure she thought about that and liked the idea that they could see her naked too. She rode me until I came.

We showered, got a lunch delivery, and had anal in the afternoon (the only time that weekend). My receptionist managed the storefront that day while I "managed the team at home." A couple of reps responded to my texts, and Viv called twice, but it was a slow, checked-out kind of day.

I told Christa that I'd be closing the location on September 1 and finding a new job. She would be leaving for college a couple weeks before that. Her departure was only a couple weeks away at that point. There was a sad moment when we both realized that there was an expiration to what we were doing. Honestly, it was kinda crushing for me. I'm comfortable admitting it now, but wasn't then, but I was absolutely falling in love with Christa. I don't know if she felt the same about me, but there was a noticeable tenderness from her the rest of the weekend. We didn't "have sex," or "fuck," that night or the next morning; it felt more like "making love." I don't think we broke eye contact in those moments except to kiss. I never bent her over or had her ride facing the TV or something. I wanted to get lost in her eyes.

Viv came back to the apartment after lunch on Sunday. She joked about how many times I jacked off while she was gone. She knew something was off though. It didn't help that I rebuffed her advance for sex that evening or that I went out of my way to pay no attention to her. Of course, that only drew her closer to me.

Then my phone buzzed: "Good news, bad news, Boss. I started my period." In the process of "paying no attention to her," I failed to notice her looking over my shoulder in the kitchen.

"Why is her getting her period: 'Good news, bad news?'"

In that situation, I have no idea, is not the best thing to say. Unfortunately, "I have no idea," is what came out of my mouth.

Worse: Viv paused and stared at me after I said that. She knew how to pull a lie out of me, she just didn't know it yet.

"Oh, her and Beaux, had a pregnancy scare. She was going to go to the clinic tomorrow if it didn't come. Instead of coming by the store," I said.

"Is that why she hasn't been selling? And why would she tell you that anyway?"

I answered her. She had more questions. I thought I covered all my bases, but I hadn't, apparently. Things were going to be tense.

That night, I chose to be careful. I sent all of the nudes and pictures of Christa to my G-Drive account. I then deleted all of our messages and pictures from my phone. I intended to put them on a flash drive, but didn't have one at the apartment.

The next few days were pretty normal with the exception of deleting anything non-sales-related between Christa and I from my phone as soon as I could.

We held a team meeting on Thursday night, after hours. Reps would call their leads and try to set an appointment, and I'd tell them about new promotions we offered. I also told them that I was going to close the store and how they could keep working for the company at one of the other offices in the area.

It was an otherwise typical meeting, until Christa arrived wearing something other than her trademark barely-covered-her-ass skirt: leather pants. She asked if we could talk in my office, privately. She asked in front of Viv and within earshot of other reps. We walked to my office, and I closed the door behind us.

She sat down in the chair across from my desk. I took my seat at my desk and closed my laptop. She looked at me with a somber look on her face, "We knew this day was going to come."

"We did?" I was so confused.

She handed me an envelope. I was damn-near trembling as I took it. I opened it to find a letter. "I'm giving you my two weeks notice."

I looked up at her from the letter, and she did her best to hold the cold look as long as she could. I'm sure there was some sadness in it, but she started giggling at the silliness of it all. I started laughing too, because, yes, her two weeks was both inevitable and delivered about as perfectly on-time as it could be.

"Come here," I said. She stood up walked to my side of the desk, and I stood up to kiss her. It no longer mattered that Viv was no more than a doorway away.

"I hope I'm not violating dress code, Boss," she said, spinning around and grinding her ass against my stiffening cock in her leather pants. She turned back around to face me. "I am going to miss you when I leave, for real, you know."

I felt something in me skip a beat. "I am going to miss you too."

"Are you planning to keep the pictures?"

"Of course," I said. "I actually moved them from my phone because Viv was getting snoopy."

"Why was she getting snoopy?"

"She saw your text about your period. I said that you and Beaux had a pregnancy scare but could relax now."

"Smart," she said. "Speaking of, it should be done tomorrow. We should stay the night together at least one more time before I leave. I'd love it."

"I'd love that too." That's as close as we came to saying that dreaded three-word phrase. History has been changed because of that phrase; maybe my own would have too.

"Where are the pictures now?"

"My laptop."

"Can you show me?" I nodded and sat down at my desk, reopening the laptop. I opened the folder containing all the pics. "Show them to me," she said, reaching down and rubbing my cock through my pants.

The first picture I pulled up was the first one she sent me. "Another." She unzipped my pants. "Take these down." I stood up and undid my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down over my thighs. I sat back down. She slowly stroked my stiffening cock. "Another."

The slideshow didn't last long, maybe 10 pictures or so. She didn't play with me to completion, just enough to tease me. I pulled my pants up and tried to make myself as presentable as possible. I closed the laptop and walked her out of my personal office while trying to hide the hard-on she'd given me. Viv was waiting for me. "Can we talk? Privately?"

We walked into my office and she whipped around to stand between me and my desk. I stuffed my hands in my pockets to try to hide my hard-on, which was fading. "What was that all about?" she asked.

"She put in her two weeks."

"You knew that was coming. What took so long?"

"It wasn't even five minutes."

"It was eight."

"Were you timing it?"

"I don't trust her and I don't trust you."

The classic list of suspicions followed. She hated how Christa looked at me, how I looked at her, how often we talked, and so on. To be completely fair to her, I had cheated on her with other women before, so she had plenty of reason not to trust me. She had never caught me though. I had, however, caught her trying to get into my phone and laptop before, but I believed my passwords were secure.

I'll note that, despite what you might think, I didn't fall out of love with Viv. Sex is just sex. Sex with Christa was far more exciting than it was with Viv, and it was available. Falling for one person, Christa, does not mean that I didn't care about Viv anymore; that's just not how love works in your brain. I cared, I cared that she was upset, and I did everything I could to make her feel better and secure. She didn't want to be crying in my office either, especially not with the team around.

But, I won't lie to you: Christa's hand stroking my cock while I showed her pics of herself and the things we'd done moments before Viv wanted to speak privately about her suspicions regarding Christa was super fucking hot. Hot enough that I stayed mostly hard while consoling Viv. She noticed that when she hugged me. "Why are you hard?"

"Maybe it's the temptation to bend you over the desk when the team is out there."

That reply satisfied her, even what I said didn't come to fruition. We just walked back to the team. We decided to go out as a group that night for a celebratory cheap dinner and drinks (for those who could have one or two).

The next couple weeks were somewhat normal, with the only exception being that I ramped down the storefront and started cleaning everything out, and breaking everything down. I saw Christa twice that first week. One day, I stayed late to close up, and the other I met her at my apartment when I knew Viv was at the store. Both were quickies, which wasn't what either of us really wanted, but we weren't going to complain. We made plans to stay a night in the office the following weekend, the last one before I closed it all down and before she went off to college. She was already getting excited for freshman year.

I made the excuse that I wanted to tell my parents about the store alone and that I'd go up and stay that Friday night to do that. I had already interviewed for another job, received an offer as a traveling account manager, and was slated to start one week after the store closed. Viv would stay at the apartment. Funnily enough, Viv wanted to stay the night in the store the following night, which I agreed to.

I made sure that the air mattress and bedding were still in the storage. I convinced Viv that we'd never taken it to the apartment, that it had always been there, and she seemed to believe me.

I went to the apartment after closing on Friday, the last day we'd be open to the public, and then grabbed the bag I'd packed and left to head back to the store. When I got there, Christa was already waiting on me. She was wearing her usual low-cut top and short skirt. When I pulled up and my headlights shone on her, she lifted her skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties. Following dress code.

The whole building was dark. Everything was closed down for the night, which was odd. Usually, the sketchy software guy was there late (his shop was like a mini-Radio Shack and computer repair business), but even he was closed and locked up. Aside from he landlord's work-truck which he hadn't moved in months, our cars were the only ones in the lot. When we walked in through the back door of our location, she bypassed my office and the break room, she blitzed through the mostly empty display floor and studied the lobby outside the glass doors. Something in the dark drew something out of her, I swear.

"Can we explore tonight? Nobody's here! We have to!" She set her purse under the desk in the receptionist office where the cash register was.

I relented and walked to the door, unlocking it. She bolted into the lobby and looked around. Her eyes were wide in the dark, surveying all the storefronts and offices. She practically ran to the front door. I shouted for her not to shake it because it could set off the alarm.

"How do the cameras work?"

"The landlord only checks them if something happens to the building, like if someone breaks in or something." She made her way up the stairs. Both floors had six suites on them, mine was on the first (as was software guy). Up top were a couple law offices in converted retail suites (personal injury and immigration), a therapy group, my landlord's office (he ran his property management company from there), and two empty suites that were much smaller than the other units upstairs. Both were two-room suites with a waiting area and a back office.

I could no longer see her from where I stood, but she was on the landing above me. She called down, "One of these is unlocked..." A moment later her top hit the lobby floor in front of me, followed by her bra, then her skirt.

I made my way across the lobby and up the stairs to find her. I walked to the second of the two vacant offices. The door was open, and she was standing there naked, against the dividing wall. I stepped toward the door, she stopped me.

"This is my office, Boss, and I have a dress code. Take it all off before you come in here."

I looked up to my left. I could see the camera looking at the landing I was standing on. I probably shouldn't have thought, "Fuck it, I'm out of here in 5 days," but I did. I started taking my clothes off, watching her touch herself against the wall in the dark. Only the lights from streetlights in the parking lot and by the street shone in. I left my clothes in a pile beside me on the landing.

"No, Boss," she said, "Throw them down to the lobby." I was more hesitant to do that, but I did ask she expected. I walked over to her, and there was nothing in the room except beige and burgundy wallpaper to witness everything. She writhed against the wall, touching herself and squeezing on breast as I stepped closer, into the dark with her.

We started with passionately kissing in the front room, and a little handsy playing. The door to the back room was open, so we went back there. We opened the blinds, and she gripped the window frame as I slid into her from behind. This window overlooked the usually busy street beside the building and out to the strip mall parking lot beyond it. There were apartments beyond that. I don't think anyone could see us, inside, but the excitement was still there.

We migrated back to the front room where she asked be to lay on the floor. She climbed on top of me and rode me for just a little while. The carpet, burgundy to match the wallpaper felt like it hadn't been walked on in years but still felt somewhat dirty. At one point, I stopped her, held her close to me, and pounded up into her. She forced herself back up, and rode me, rubbing against me until she came. I was close, but she stopped before I hit that point of no return.

We got up and walked to the banister for the upstairs landing, which she bent over for me. I got on my knees, and spread her legs apart, burying my face in her wetness. She grew wetter the longer I was behind her, licking and fingerling her holes. I saw headlights circle in the lot in front lot of the building when I leaned back to get a breath. I stood up and, still behind her, reached down to her soaked clit and rubbed while I held her close to me. She wasn't a squirter, but I could feel her wetness dripping from me. I could see it dripping down her inner thighs when I stepped back after she came.

"I wanna suck your cock down there. In the middle. Where our clothes are," she said breathlessly. She came back from the banister, grabbed my hard cock, and led me down the stairs like she had me on a leash. When we got to the center of the lobby, she threw our clothes towards the door, but they landed against the wall away from the windows. She dropped to her knees, bringing them to rest on the cold, concrete floor. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and took my cock into her mouth. She worked on my cock and balls like she was a pornstar. I was coated in her spit. It dripped back down onto her, onto my legs and feet, onto the floor. She took my cock deep and her gagging echoed in the empty, moonlit lobby. "Do you like that, daddy? Can I call you 'daddy' tonight? Not Boss?" I nodded that she could and she gripped my cock with a passionate fury and stroked with her saliva as lube. "I never call Beaux 'daddy,'" she grinned.

It made me so fucking hard, even though it's not generally my thing. "Viv doesn't call me that either."

"She should," she said, "This is a daddy cock, and it's all mine tonight. She can't fucking have it." She immediately took it all the way into her throat and I could feel her tongue tipping against my balls. She held my cock in her throat like that until tears welled in her eyes and began to run down her cheeks. She gagged and coughed when she took it out. Thick, sticky drool fell from her mouth into a puddle on the floor. "Thank you, daddy," she said.

Then I saw a light come on in the back of my office, like someone had turned the hall light on. I saw a shadow in the light too. Viv.

I shushed her. "Get up," I said and pointed to the storefront, "Upstairs."

"My clothes?!" She whispered, panicked. "Phones?"

"Grab them quick and stay away from the windows," I said. She did, and I took her hand and we quietly, but quickly made our way to the stairs. When we got to the top, I looked in the back lot through another office's windows. Viv's car was parked in the far back of the back lot. She was the only other person with a key besides me and the landlord.

We went back up to the office we'd started our night in. We closed the door to a crack to listen and see if she came into the lobby. While we stood there in the dark, hiding, holding each other, hoping not to be found. She whispered to me that her purse was under the register.

"Does she know what car I drive?" she asked me. I said that I didn't know. "But she knows you're here, and there is another car in the lot."

"At best, she has caught me in a lie, but, it's not that late."

"She could catch us," she said. I nodded. "She could see everything." I shushed her, and she replied with, arguably, the hottest thing she could have said in that moment. "Fucking make me, daddy."

I shoved her to her knees while I kept watch. "Get back to work on that cock." I had begun to lose some hardness, but she stroked and sucked it back to where it had been. Without missing a beat, my cock was back in her throat and she was finger-fucking her cheating pussy for me. I could see the light from the storefront cast out onto the lobby floor, but I never heard the door to the storefront open, lock, or unlock back.

After a little while, I beckoned her to stand back up, "If I'm going to get caught cheating, then I'm going to get caught with my cock inside you." She stood, and I spun her around, pinning her to the wall beside the cracked doorway. I put my hand over her mouth and slid my cock into her pussy. I began thrusting up into her, hard. I wanted to make her scream into my hand, which she did her best not to do.

I wondered what Viv was doing, thinking downstairs in the store and office. We hadn't set anything up or left anything down there except Christa's purse, which would have been easy for her to overlook. The light from the store went off. I kept fucking Christa like that, pinned to the wall, wet, and pounded into for a few moments longer.

I stopped and walked out onto the landing. She followed, starting to look dick-drunk. I looked out to the back lot, towards Viv's car. I watched her storm across the lot with her head down. I went to my pants to check my phone. Ten missed calls. Eight text messages. The last text read, "I don't believe you. You're not at your parents. I'm going by the office."

Another text came through. "I'm not mad. I'm hurt. I'm crying. Why are you at the store? Why did you lie? Who are you with? Please. Call me. Text me. Anything." I read the text. I felt guilty. I didn't want to hurt Viv; I just wanted to have a good time.

I felt Christa embrace me from behind. She kissed my spine and the base of my neck. She asked to see the text. "How do you feel."

"I mean, that sucks," I said, referring to the message and emphasizing with my phone in hand, "I don't want to hurt her."

There was a moment of silence as she caressed my chest and kissed my back. "I get it," she said. "I don't want to hurt Beaux either, but I need what I need." I felt her hands descend and she grabbed the base of my cock. "You do too."

I sighed, excited, pulse rising, adrenaline-higb coursing through me, "And what I need, right now, is you."

"Cover my face in the lobby," she said.

I checked into the back lot again. She'd turned her car on and was pulling away from her parking space. I led Christa downstairs, put her back on her knees, and let her mouth work its magic until I emptied myself onto her face. I got my phone and took a picture of her coated in cum and her slobber. It was one of the filthiest pics I'd ever taken of her. It was also the last.

I texted Viv back when Christa and I walked back into the office. "I'm sorry. But I don't want to talk right now. I'm not in a good headspace and want to be alone tonight."

Christa and I got dressed and moved her car from the parking lot, just in case Viv came back by. We came back to see that there was a police squad car in the lot looking around for with a flashlight. I had Christa climb into the back seat and laid down out of sight. The cop asked for me, and I confirmed who I was, he said he was sent there by Viv for a wellness check. I told him that everything was fine, just doing some late night work in my office. It seemed to satisfy him, and he left, presumably telling Viv that all was well. I don't believe he saw Christa.

I parked again, and Christa and I went back inside. We set up the bed. We fucked twice more that night (sometimes I look back on my early twenties envious of the stamina I had back then). Neither of those fucks were outside of the storefront. Once was in my private office, on my desk. The last was slow and passionate.

We made love the last time. Every now and then, I think about the last fuck I had with an ex. I feel like almost all of them were lackluster. Sex when you know it's the end, and it's been bitter between the parties involved, is never a joyous memory. The last with Christa was sweet, tender, and I think neither wanted it to end.

Saying goodbye to Christa the next morning was hard. I knew she'd come in on the last day the store would be open to turn in her things. So, that morning was the more tearful goodbye. She cried, and came very close to (I definitely got teary-eyed), and we held each other until cars started to arrive to open up other shops in the building. I regret not telling her how I really felt.

I drove home to Viv, who looked like she had barely slept. My roommate hadn't been home, and she did everything she could to not pester me while I told her I needed space. I told her that I just wanted to be at the store one time alone, like I had done several times before her and I met, but that I felt like a failure (the last part was quite true). I think she bought it as much as she could because she absolutely did not trust me.

Viv and I spent the day cleaning as much as we could from the store and office, and then we stayed in the office on the air mattress that night. I was terrified that it would smell like sex, like Christa, and maybe it did, but Viv never said anything about it.

After a couple more weeks, the office was closed, Viv and I had moved to a cheaper apartment after my roommate had vacated early, I started my new sales job, and Christa and Beaux went off to college. She seemed to be having the time of her life. They went to schools near to one another, maybe 20 minutes apart, and she went to the bigger one. When she wasn't at his school or in her own classes, she was in one of a couple different beds with one of a couple different men. We still talked, but not too much. She sent me one nude one day with a caption asking if I missed her. I replied that I did. But the affair was formally over. I hadn't cheated on Viv since, by that time. I would again throughout the rest of the relationship, but that's a different story.

One day, I came home from the local office, to find Viv in a furor. She didn't say anything, but the air in the apartment felt like it could drown me. Something was seriously wrong.

I walked back to the bedroom. I found my laptop open and unlocked on the bed. I sat down in front of it and immediately went looking for the pictures. They were gone.

Viv stood in the doorway. She had figured out my password. She found all the pictures and deleted them all. She found the back-ups too and deleted them. "I thought about reaching out to Beaux on social media." I talked her out of that. "I did bitch out Christa though."

I was heartbroken. It was like a piece of me, one of the happiest relationships I'd ever had, had been erased. It felt malicious. And the fight with Viv was brutal.

How her and I didn't break up is something I'll never be able to explain. Neither of us were rational, I think. We would end up dating three more years. We would both engage in some non-monogamous and cheating behavior throughout.

Christa and I never spoke again. Viv showed me what she had told her, and it was awful enough that, when I did reach out to Christa several years later, she refused to speak to me. As far as I know, she's married with a kid now. I hope she's still enjoying her life however she wants to.

I miss her, or maybe it's the idea that I knew a few months of her that I miss. I've done my best to keep this anonymous enough that I'd be shocked if she read it and knew who we really were. If I could talk to her today, I'd tell her that I still miss that summer.

If you had suggested I would enjoy being a cuckqueen a few months ago, I would have told you that you had lost all your marbles. But oh how the tide has turned these last few months.

My change of heart and this story began about seven months ago. I was laid up in bed going on my fifth month of strict bed rest with my second child, and at eight and a half months, I was so over it.

We were coming up on our tenth anniversary and I was feeling so guilty. My husband had always made elaborate plans for our anniversary, trips, gifts, and of course lots of sex. Honestly, the sex was probably the best part of it all. Something about hotel sex on your anniversary, just gets the juices flowing if you know what I mean.

Here I was, big as an elephant and on a strict no sex, no activity, bed rest. All I could think about was how bad I felt that our big ten-o would be spent with me lying here, and him probably rubbing lotion on my belly. It was just so depressing. And no, Anthony hadn’t said a single word to make me think he was disappointed. Just the opposite. That man couldn’t stop telling me how beautiful I was, how much I glowed, how much he loved me.

As I lay there all alone because Dear husband was dutifully taking care of work and then would come home and take care of the house and our son, bring me dinner in bed, and make sure I was taken care of, all I could think about was how I wasn’t able to take CARE of dear husband.

That led me down a somewhat dark spiral. A few hours later, way too much social media crap, and a couple of streamed shows on why people cheat, and I had myself fully convinced that if I didn’t find a way to take care of my husband’s needs, he would find a way to take care of them on their own.

Now of course looking back on this, I’m a thousand percent certain that this was entirely my own mind filled with way too many hormones and crap you get from the internet. Anthony would never have cheated on me had I not literally asked him to do it in front of me.

Anyway as I expected a few hours later my dear husband returned home. As was his new routine, he got our son squared away after having picked him up from school and then came upstairs to our bedroom to say hello and check on me.

“Hey babe, how are my two favorite people? Did you have a good day?” he asked as he walked into our room.

“Same as always, my back is sore, I’m bored out of my mind, and I’m horny as hell,” I responded with a smile.

“I know babe, I can’t even imagine how terrible it is to be stuck in bed all-day,” he said as he took a seat next to me on the bed.

He leaned over and gave me a kiss, then rubbed my belly and told our daughter he loved her and gave my belly a kiss.

“I’ve got something else you can give a kiss to,” I hinted with my best teasing voice.

“Oh how I wish, but you know what the doctor said, absolutely no hanky panky. I know we are past the serious danger zone, but it’s only a few more weeks, and better safe than sorry.” He said as he stared lovingly into my eyes.

“What about a blowjob? I could get down on my knees, and then it wouldn’t cause me to orgasm and would be safer.” I asked.

“Babe, please don’t tempt me. You know I absolutely want you, and you know I would never turn down a blow job if I had any choice, but the doctor said no,” He said, and I could see true sadness in his eyes.

With that, he gathered up the dishes on my nightstand and said he would be back up shortly with dinner.

For months now he had been cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Breakfast and Dinner were brought to me warm, and lunch was placed in the mini-fridge in our room. He had even bought a small microwave to bring up here so I would not have any reason to use the stairs.

This also meant for months, I have been in a virtual prison.

I decided I needed some company and called my best friend Courtney.

“Hey Jess, is it time to head to the hospital?” she asked, half joking, half serious.

“Oh god I wish, I’m so ready for this to be all over. ” I answered.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you? I’ve got a hot date tonight!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Really? With whom?” I questioned, feeling I knew the answer.

“Oh, he’s a stand-up gentleman, he listens well, he’s attentive, and he has the most gorgeous blue eyes,” she responded.

“Would his name happen to be Sylvester?” I quipped, now sure I know what she was going on about.

“Maybe?” she responded coyly.

“Well I’m sure an evening with your cat sounds great, but how about you come over for dinner with your bestie?” I asked with a chuckle.

Courtney was a tech genius and I loved her with all my heart, but she had no life. I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t befriended her in our first year at college, she would absolutely spend her life as a single cat lady. Not that she didn’t have plenty of guys and girls who were interested in her, she just didn’t seem to care. Give her a glass of wine, her cat, and her laptop with some new project and she will be happy as they come.

“Well I don’t know, I will have to see if he will let me reschedule,” she teased.

“Ok, how’s 30 minutes?” she asked after an exaggerated pause.

“Thanks, hun, I could really use some company, feeling pretty down today,” I said as I hung up.

Then I texted Anthony to let him know Courtney was headed over so he would make enough dinner.

A little bit later I heard Courtney arrive and Anthony greeted her, and then she came up to my room and plopped down on the bed next to me.

“And how is my bestie and her little gremlin?” she asked as she gave me a hug.

“Well me and this little angel are doing ok, although I’m so ready to send her an eviction notice so I can get back to my life,” I answered as I hugged her back.

“Thirteen days left right?” she asked.

“Thirteen days, if she shows up on time, and another six weeks, and by then I’ll be so tired from nursing at night…” I said, clearly sounding down about the situation.

“Why six weeks and why too tired?” she asked clearly confused.

“Six weeks until it’s safe to have sex and by then I’ll be so exhausted from the baby, I probably won’t want to have sex,” I clarified.

“Oh, well, I guess that’s kinda bad, but I’m sure Anthony will understand,” she responded.

“Will he though, I mean it’s been months now, and it’s going to be months more. How long is he going to wait for me before he finds some hot thing like you to take care of his needs?” I asked.

“What are you talking about? I’ve known Anthony almost as long as you have. That man adores you, and I can’t believe he would ever even look at another woman,” she said very matter-of-factly.

“I know he loves me, but look at me, I’m a fat cow, and men have needs, needs I can’t fulfill right now,” I said.

“Well, I am no expert in men as you know, but I just don’t see Anthony having eyes for anyone but you,” she said dismissively.

“I don’t know Courtney, he hasn’t let me touch him since I got put on bed rest. Hell just a little bit ago I offered him a blowjob and he turned me down. What guy ever turns down a blow job?” I asked.

“Maybe the kind of guy that was told by your doctor that if you did anything but lay your ass in this bed he could lose you both? Sounds like he values you more than getting a blowjob. I would think that’s a good thing,” she said a bit sternly.

“But what if, what if it means he’s already found someone?” I asked a tinge of fear in my voice.

“Not going to happen, plus, when would he even have the time? He gets up, takes care of you and Jason, then goes to work, picks Jason up from school, comes here, and takes care of you. The man has literally no time to himself,” she said, sounding a bit exasperated.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s someone at work?” I said hesitantly.

“Girl, you have been cooped up way too long. Anthony wouldn’t do that and you know it. You’ve clearly been watching too much crap on TV and listening to all those damn hormones. Hell, I guarantee you that if I went downstairs right now, buck naked, and threw myself at him, he would turn me around and send me right back up here, and then come tell you I was crazy,” she said confidently.

“Wait, that’s it!” I exclaimed. “You could, you know, seduce him, and then at least I would know it’s with you and not some strange skank from work,” I said before I really thought it through.

“Excuse me, what?” she nearly shouted at me.

“Wait, just hear me out,” I pleaded. “You and I are best friends, we’ve known each other forever. I can trust you. I know that if I ask you to seduce my husband, you will honor my request when I ask you to break it off in a few months, and I know you will keep it casual,” I explained.

“Jessica, I love you, but you clearly aren’t considering this well. I’m going to go downstairs and see if Anthony needs any help. Maybe you can find your sanity while I’m gone,” Courtney responded.

Just then Anthony appeared in the doorway with my ever-present food tray.

“Thought you ladies might enjoy some Pina Coladas and my world-famous coconut shrimp,” he said as he approached the bed.

“The drink on the left is the virgin one for my lovely wife,” he said as he put the train on the bed between Courtney and I.

“Anthony, I think your wife has lost her ever-loving mind…” Courtney started to say before I interrupted.

“Thank you, honey, these are much appreciated,” I said quickly trying to prevent Courtney from sharing any of our conversation.

“Your wife just asked me to sleep with you…” Courtney just had to continue…

Wow, look at the time… This story is already getting long and here I was just planning to tell you how much I enjoyed watching Courtney fuck my husband. So let’s just skip over all this other part and get right to it.

No, it didn’t happen that night, in fact, it was only after a week of pestering them and trying to convince them that it was the right thing to do in order to save my marriage did they finally relent.

Wait you want to know more? Ok, but let me be quick about it.

Anthony thought Courtney was joking, but then I relented and explained my position. He of course spent the next several hours explaining that he would absolutely never cheat on me and had no interest in anyone else.

I know I should have listened, but clearly, reason was not my strong suit at this moment. I ended up letting it go for the evening but spent the next couple of days trying to convince Courtney she would be doing me a huge favor and would save my marriage.

Anthony, well he just wasn’t having it, and actually started to get pretty pissed off at me. Yeah I know, I absolutely should have dropped it, but my brain was not working.

It was about a week later that things changed. It was Friday night and Anthony had just gotten home and was downstairs getting Jason squared away when I heard the front door open and Courtney talking to Anthony.

I wasn’t expecting her to come over today so that piqued my interest.

About twenty minutes later they both came upstairs wearing very serious faces.

There was no food tray or fresh drink. Instead, Anthony was carrying a document of some kind.

“Um, hi?” I said a bet apprehensively.

“I don’t know where to start, so I am just going to give you this to read,” my husband said stepping forward and handing me the document.

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Open Marriage Agreement

This Open Marriage Agreement (“Agreement”) is entered into by and between the following parties:

Jessica Mancheli (“Jessica” or “the Initiator”)

Anthony Mancheli (“Anthony” or “Spouse”)

Courtney Davids (“Courtney” or “Friend”)

Collectively referred to as “the Parties.”

1. Purpose

Jessica has requested that Anthony engage in a consensual, intimate relationship with Courtney. Anthony and Courtney are hesitant but willing to consider this arrangement under specific conditions outlined in this Agreement. All Parties wish to protect their emotional and legal interests and agree to the following terms.

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The contract was several pages long and I honestly didn’t initially read them all.

“I see, so you agree then?” I asked after skimming the first page.

“Well, there are a couple of caveats which you will find detailed in the contract,” Anthony responded.

“Just give me the high level,” I insisted.

“Well, first, you have to be present. We will do it right here and you have to watch. That way as soon as you realize this is a really stupid idea, you can tell us to stop, and we can all get back to a normal life,” Anthony said in a somewhat harsh tone.

“Well, I really don’t want to watch,” I said.

“Non-negotiable. If you are so convinced this is what you want, then you are going to be as involved as you can be,” he said sternly.

“What else?” I asked.

“Well, this isn’t exactly in the contract, but you need to know, I am not going to just lay there and let him fuck me like some blow-up doll. If you want me to sleep with Anthony, I’m going to rock his world,” Courtney stated proudly.

We all talked for a while, and it was pretty clear that they both thought they were going to talk some sense into me. That didn’t happen, and you should have seen their faces when I asked them to find me a pen to sign the agreement.

But we all signed, and they decided that it would happen the next day. Anthony would take Jason to spend the weekend with his parents, who always loved having him over, and then they would meet here in our bedroom tomorrow afternoon.

I didn’t sleep that well that night. Somehow the thought of them sleeping together bothered me a whole lot less when I thought I wouldn’t have to know about it. But having to watch? Could I go through with it? Would I rather he just found someone at work?

Morning came, and Anthony was pretty quiet as he brought me my breakfast and then got Jason ready to take to his parents. You would think he would be happy that I was giving him the OK to sleep with another woman, but he honestly seemed a little pissed.

He left and I didn’t hear from him at all until he got home around four in the afternoon. When he got home, he came upstairs and checked in on me. Helped me get to the bathroom, got me a fresh drink, etc. Instead of helping me back to the bed though, he had me sit in a recliner that we had brought upstairs a while back for me to have someplace to rest other than the bed.

“Courtney will be here in a few minutes, there is still time to change your mind,” he said as he sat me into the chair.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked smelling a hint of alcohol on his breath.

“Courtney and I met for lunch and had a couple of drinks as we tried to think of ways to talk you out of this,” he said.

It was right then that I heard the front door open and Courtney called out announcing herself.

“Lock the door please, we are upstairs,” Anthony called out.

A couple of moments later she appeared at the bedroom door.

“Did she change her mind yet?” she asked Anthony.

“I’m afraid not,” he responded.

“Well, then I guess we better get the show on the road,” she said as she dropped her bag by the door and walked over taking Anthony in her arms and kissing him.

It was pretty evident Anthony froze up for a moment, clearly unsure what to do before he started to kiss her back.

Those first few moments were awkward! They clearly had never kissed each other before, and that’s a good thing, but they also didn’t really have any work up to it, so it was a bit forced.

For me, it was weird. Part of me was horrified, part of me was about to laugh my ass off at their awkwardness, and a small part of me thought it was kinda hot.

After a few moments, Anthony finally reached his arms around her and things started to get a little less awkward and more intimate. Then just as they were starting to clearly get into kissing each other Anthony pushed her back gently and looked over at me.

“Jess, are you sure this is what you want?” he asked me.

“Yes,” was all I said.

With that, Courtney pulled him back towards her and they began to kiss again. This time there was a bit more passion in the kiss. Their hands began to caress each other, and I could see their tongues dancing.

I started to think of how badly I missed his hands on my body. How much I needed his lips pressed to mine. How I wanted to smell him up close and personal.

Courtney took one of his hands into hers and brought it to her blouse-covered breast and as I watched I found myself touching my own breast imagining it was his hand.

Her hand in turn pulled his polo from his pants and she slid her hand up his shirt. I could see the heat starting to build between them. Their own hormones started to take them away from the room where his wife and her best friend was watching.

I felt conflicted. I was certainly getting turned on watching them, but I also knew this was something that shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be turned on, I should be irritate! But why? I asked for this. It wasn’t their fault. And shouldn’t they enjoy it? That was the whole idea, wasn’t it?

Courtney’s moans drew me from my thoughts and I reached up to see Anthony had his hand between her legs rubbing her through her slacks while he kissed the side of her neck.

Why wasn’t he touching me like that? I know why, but god I wanted that touch.

Courtney pulled away from Anthony and then leaned in and whispered into his ear. She then stepped over by the door picked up her bag and walked into the bathroom

Anthony came over to the chair and knelt before me.

“Jessica, are you sure this is what you want? We can stop now, all of this can be forgotten,” he said, his eyes almost begging me to tell him to stop.

“It’s Ok, this is what I want,” I said. Although I wasn’t entirely sure of that. I was feeling very conflicted.

He held my hands for a few moments, staring into my eyes, as though seeking redemption and assurance.

Then Courtney opened the bathroom door and we both turned to look at her.

She stood there, a five-foot-six goddess. Her clothes had been replaced with a black lace garter set with matching panties and cupless bra. Her curly brunette hair hung free around her face as she leaned on the door frame.

Holy fuck! I mean I’ve always known she was hot. I don’t consider myself interested in girls, but yeah, I would have fucked her, she looked that good.

Anthony was staring open-mouthed for several moments before he turned back towards me with an apologetic look.

I just mouthed “It’s OK”, to him and turned back to watch her.

He moved over to stand at the end of the bed, and she came closer to him before doing a full circle and asking him what he thought.

“You, you, you look amazing Courtney,” he stuttered out.

“Glad you like it, I thought I might bring something worthy of such a handsome devil as yourself,” she said before stepping into him.

He wrapped his arms around her grabbing her ass in his hands as their lips met once again.

I could tell that his hesitation was starting to give way to lust and desire, and I felt turned on by it.

Her hands pulled his shirt completely free and they broke contact for a moment as she pulled it over his head. Then they kissed briefly before she started kissing down his chest. His hands moved up her back and found her hair as she reached his nipple and took it into her lips.

He moaned as she began to suck his nipple, and his hands gently held her head against him. It was a moan I had heard so many times, but it was odd to hear it without my involvement in creating it. It was disconcerting, yet somehow exciting. My hand found its way under my loose t-shirt and found my own nipple there, giving it a little pinch as I imagined how it must feel to him to have her sucking his nipple.

I could see her tongue flicking gently across his nipple as his hands played through her hair, and I flicked my own nipple with my finger as a tangle of jealousy set in. It had been so long since I had felt his tongue on my nipple, a feeling I so desired, I needed.

She smiled up at him and then kissed her way to his other nipple as one of her hands found its way down to the front of his pants and began to rub him.

There would be no hiding the erection that was pressing against the front of his jeans. Oh, how I wanted that erection for myself. To feel the firmness, the heat in my hand, to see the pleasure on his face as I stroked it, to taste the salty excitement that would sure to leak from it.

I continued to watch as her hands worked together to unfasten his pants and push them down. She then kissed down his belly until her lips reached the top of his boxers.

“May I?” she asked looking up at him with a coy smile.

“Oh please do, but only if you allow me to return the favor,” he answered eagerly.

“You had better return the favor,” she said with a grin before pulling his boxers down to his knees.

She stared at the freed serpent for a moment and then took it into one of her hands.

“Damn Jessica, I didn’t realize you had been holding out on me. Had I known, I might have stolen him from you long ago,” she said as she gave me a joking smile.

“Oh that’s all mine, I’m only letting you borrow it for the night,” I replied back.

With that, she looked up at him and leaned down sticking out her tongue. She then licked him slowly from his balls up the underside of his shaft and onto the tip. I could see the pleasure wash over his face.

Then she took just the tip into her mouth and gave it a firm suck, and he moaned in pleasure.

I’ve seen porn before, and honestly it never really did much for me, but seeing this, so up close, so personal, so real. I could already feel the moisture building in my panties.

She loosed his cock from her mouth and gripped it with one hand, the other finding his balls. She then licked her tongue all around the tip of his circumcised member as she let out a little giggle.

“Bet I can make you cum just with my mouth,” she said to him.

“I would very much like that, but you should know, I still plan to fuck you, I mean that’s what Jessica wanted after all,” he said.

“Oh, so you’re only going to fuck me because that’s what your wife wants?” she teased in return.

“Originally, yes, but now, now I’m going to fuck you for me, and I intend to do a damn good job at it,” he answered back.

Was that good? Was that bad? Should I be worried they had so quickly gone from both being against this to both clearly being willing participants? Had I made a mistake? I didn’t know, the only thing I knew at that moment was this was so fucking hot. I wanted more of it.

My own arm stretched around my enlarged stomach and slipped into my sweatpants, where I started to gently rub myself over my panties.

Courtney started sucking his cock with her mouth as she stroked him slowly with her hand. The other hand pulling down gently on his ball sack. From his moans, he was clearly enjoying it as they looked into each other’s eyes.

I could feel the burning heat from my own womanhood as well as a hint of dampness as I gently rubbed myself. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be getting myself excited, but I just couldn’t help it. The scene playing out before me was so raw, so lustful, I just couldn’t help myself. However, I controlled myself to the best of my ability, ensuring that I did not go too far. I so wanted to, I wanted a release I hadn’t felt in so long.

She took his shaft further into her mouth, clearly, it was too big for her, but she was trying.

“Oh fuck Courtney, that feels so damn good,” he cried out.

She held him deep in her mouth and used her thumb and index finger to stroke his shaft.

“Fuck you need to teach that to Jessica,” he moaned, and I instantly felt a serious pang of jealousy. Was she going to be better than me? Would he still want me? What have I done? Panic started to overtake the lustful desires I was feeling.

Then I heard her release him from her mouth.

“Don’t go getting any ideas mister. I’m happy to show her my tricks, although I think she’s getting a pretty good lesson right now, this is a one-time lesson,” she said playfully but with a clear tone of seriousness.

“Oh don’t worry, there is only one woman for me, and I’m hoping I learn some new tricks to use on her too,” he responded as he looked over and blew me a kiss.

With that, she took his cock back into her mouth and swallowed it as far down her throat as she could before holding it there for many seconds.

She then released it and took a few breaths before stroking and sucking again.

Fuck! Are they just saying these things? Can they really keep this to a one-time thing? Did it matter? This was exciting. I was feeling desire more than I had in a long time. Not to say I didn’t lust after my husband, but ten years in, it’s maybe not the same lust as the first day, but at this moment, fuck this was hot.

“God you keep doing that you’re going to make me cum,” he moaned out.

“Mmm,” was her response as she sped up her stroking of his cock.

I could tell he was close, and so was I. I had barely been rubbing myself, but there was such a built-up need for a release.

I pulled my hand from my pants and gripped the arm of my chair.

She must have noticed he was close too because she once again took him deep into her mouth and I could tell she was sucking hard.

“Oh fuck Courtney, I’m going to cum,” he cried out.

“Mmm hmm,” she tried to get out with a thick cock shoved into her throat.

He grabbed her head and released into her with a loud moan.

She held him as his cock throbbed into her mouth as long as she could and then pulled him out gasping for breath. His final spasm sending cum onto her chest.

She didn’t miss a beat despite clearly having strained to hold her breath and take his cum like that. She smiled up at him and used her hand to wipe the cum from her chest, then brought her finger to her mouth and licked them clean.

Damn, Courtney had a kinky side I hadn’t seen before. I always thought she was a pretty vanilla girl.

She stood up and kissed him passionately, and he reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up. He then turned so her back was to the bed and he set her on the edge as they continued to kiss.

His hand slid up her belly and cupped her breast and she rewarded him with a soft moan. His other hand held her neck and his lips started to work their way down. She shifted to prop herself up on her arms as he worked his way down her shoulder.

I could literally feel those lips on my skin. The sensation of his warm breath against the cool of his kisses. I got goosebumps just thinking about it.

He slid the strap of her bra off her shoulder as he kissed down her upper arm before moving in towards her breast. Then he gently kissed her nipple which was visible through the lace on her bra before returning his lips to her lips and kissing her again.

I wanted to taste his lips so badly, to feel his tongue with mine, to have his hands on my breasts. God how I missed his touch.

His lips worked their way down the other side of her neck, repeating the same steps as a moment ago, and she moaned lightly as she arched her back pressing her breasts up towards his face.

This time as he reached her breast, he pulled the lace down and took the nipple between his lips.

“Oh Anthony, yes,” she purred.

He sucked on her nipple and pulled it slightly while his hand still massaged her other breast and I could just see his tongue flicking across her nipple as his lips parted slightly.

I couldn’t help myself and once again found my own hand pinching and twisting my nipple gently as I remembered the sensations of his warm wet mouth and the slight texture of his tongue on my nipples. I wanted to shove Courtney out of the way and take her place. Why should she receive this pleasure when I couldn’t? But I knew why I couldn’t, I knew I couldn’t dare take the risk. So I watched and I imagined as he sucked and licked her nipples.

Her moans grew louder as he switched his mouth from one nipple to the other, giving each a little attention before going back to the previous one.

I knew what would be next, and I craved for his tongue to press into me, to taste me.

True to his nature it only took a few more moments before he was kneeling between her legs, revealing that she wore crotchless panties. The little slut! I was going to have to get some of those.

He began kissing her left leg at the knee and then worked his way up her inner thigh.

I could feel his warm breath on my own leg, I could feel the desire in me for his mouth to find my pussy, my wet, tasty, pussy that ached for his attention.

His lips reached her labia and I could hear him sucking them as she moaned his name. I knew how much he loved to taste me. He was insatiable when it came to going down on me, and I wouldn’t change that for anything.

I knew he would take his time, sucking her labia, licking her gently, then pressing his tongue into her slit. He would tease her, then return to kissing her legs and her mound. He would make her beg for him to taste her more.

Then his tongue would slide into her, as he would lick her from bottom to top, finding her clit with the tip of his tongue, but only giving it passing attention for a while. If she was lucky, he would work his way back down and tease her little rosebud with his tongue. Oh how I loved when he did that to me, I swear I could cum just as fast from that as I could from him sucking my clit.

“Oh God Jessica, you have taught him well,” Courtney cried out.

“The man loves to eat pussy,” I responded with a smile.

My hand slipped back into my pants, this time finding its way also inside my panties. Past my overgrown bush and to the sticky warmth that was screaming out my desires. God I hadn’t been this wet in so long.

“Oh Anthony, oh my god, you are so good with that tongue, oh fuck, you can do this any time you want,” Courtney called out. Perhaps momentarily forgetting she had just told him it was a one-time thing a few minutes back.

Anthony was moaning almost as much as she was, a sign he was clearly enjoying tasting her pussy nearly as much as he enjoyed my own.

“Oh yes, just like that, it’s momma’s turn to come,” Courtney cried out.

“Oh god, I’m going to squirt all over your face you naughty boy,” she continued.

My fingers were drenched in my own slit as I gently rubbed myself dreaming of how badly I wanted his tongue to replace my fingers.

I watched as her thighs tightened around his head, and her hand gripped his hair tightly.

“I’m cumming!”, she cried out as her hips bucked.

I heard the liquid splashing against him and watched as she did indeed drench him, my bed, and the floor.

He didn’t seem to mind though, as he kept his mouth pressed to her as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

He then stood and leaned over, wrapping an arm behind her and pulling her up so they could kiss. They once again kissed with such passion and desire, like horny teenagers about to experience their first time together.

As they kissed her hand reached down and took hold of his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it. Then she freed it only to rub her hand on her pussy before returning it wet and lubricating to his shaft.

It only took a few moments before he was rock hard again, and she pulled him towards her.

God Damn! My husband was really about to fuck her. I no longer felt any signs of betrayal, I just wanted him to fuck me too! I was so fucking worked up and I needed that cock!

He pressed into her slowly. I couldn’t see from my angle, but I could tell from his motion and position.

“I want you inside me, Anthony, I want you to fill me up, take me, and make me yours,” purred as he slid deeper into her.

“You are so fucking tight,” he said as I watched the pleasure of her body wash over his face.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and held herself up to him, their lips locked together as he began to slowly thrust into her.

They made love, slowly, passionately. Their bodies hold each other tight, their motions slow and sensual.

I couldn’t help myself, and I found my hand sliding up and down my slit with each thrust. My other hand teased my rock-hard nipple. I knew I shouldn’t be, but I just couldn’t resist, I needed a release, and this was all so fucking erotic. My panties were drenched, and probably my sweatpants too as I imagined the feeling of his cock inside me, his lips locked to mine, his naked flesh against mine.

My eyes were locked on them, as my husband continued to thrust his hard shaft inside of her. I could hear her wetness with each thrust as I sunk my fingers inside myself.

Courtney broke their kiss and turned her head allowing Anthony to kiss her neck. Our eyes locked, and I could see the pleasure inside of them, the desire and lust. She watched as I pleasured myself while my husband pleasured her.

It was a strange moment, but also completely and utterly erotic. I felt every thrust with her, I felt an unbelievable longing for my own release.

Her eyes closed and she bit down on her lip as she hugged him tight with her arms and legs bringing him deep into her as another release found its way through her body. Her eyes stayed locked onto me as her body released waves of pleasure through her. I could sense her pleasure, the gratitude she felt in the release my husband had given her, and perhaps even some desire for me?

As her orgasm subsided she lowered her legs and pushed Anthony back gently. Then she approached the chair I was in and positioned herself where she was leaning on the arm of the recliner, ass pointed back so that we were eye to eye.

“Come take me where your wife can see better,” she said to Anthony who was quick to position himself behind her.

I saw the pleasure on her face as he entered her once again.

She leaned forward a bit more and used one hand to cup my face as she herself moaned in pleasure. I saw then something I had never noticed before, she looked at me with longing and desire, as though a lover would.

Was she in love with me? I mean we had been friends for a long time, but I had never sensed any interest in more than friendship. Was it just my hormones?

Anthony was being more vigorous in this position and I could hear his balls slapping against her, and it was driving me crazy. My hand worked frantically on my clit while I squeezed my breast hard.

“Let me watch,” Courtney whispered to me.

I didn’t know what to think, I guess I didn’t think when my body acted and I lifted my shirt exposing my breasts with their enlarged nipples and areolas, and then lifted up to slide my pants and panties down to my knees.

She smiled as I resumed pleasuring myself and she watched.

Anthony was clearly engrossed in his own activities or he surely would have stopped me, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted to cum, and I wanted her to watch me cum.

My husband was plowing her hard, and she leaned forward more to get better support from the chair. As she did so she leaned forward and our lips met. I was momentarily shocked but then found myself kissing her back as I felt her moans in my own mouth.

I continued to rub my clit, my finger quickly moving side to side as my other hand squeezed my breast.

Her tongue pressed against my lips and I parted them and allowed her to explore my mouth.

I always thought it would be weird to kiss another girl, but in this moment, it felt no different than kissing my husband. It felt good, it felt right, it felt loving and lustful.

She bit down on my lower lip gently and moaned. I knew that meant she was near to another release. So was I. I moaned back as I felt the edge of no return approaching fast.

Her hand cupped my face firmly as she cascaded over the edge, and then I heard my own husband and moan grunt I knew that meant he too was releasing. His seed was filling her, and somehow that thought sent me crashing over that edge.

And crash I did, my body rocked and bucked harder than it had done before. I lost all control as spasm after spasm of pure ecstasy shot through me in the most intense orgasm I think I have ever had.

Courtney began kissing me again, and then I felt Anthony lean over my other side and gently pull my face towards him for a kiss.

Then nearly as suddenly as the pleasure had started it ended!

“Guys, I think my water just broke!” I screamed out in panic as I felt a flood of liquid fill my seat.

******

None of us talked about that night for some time, although Courtney was around a lot more than normal. Something I didn’t complain about because she was a lot of help with the baby.

It wasn’t until about four months after she was born that anything came up. My body had healed and I was actually feeling rested one evening. I pumped a couple of bottles and asked Courtney if she would mind staying in the guest room that night to listen for the baby.

She agreed and that night I made love to my husband for the first time in nearly a year. I’m not going to go into details, but let’s just say he fucked me like a man who hadn’t fucked his wife in a very long time, and oh did I enjoy it!

Apparently, we were pretty loud in our escapades. The following morning after Anthony had left for work, Courtney came into the kitchen as I finished the dishes. I was leaning back against the counter drying my hands when she approached.

“You two had some fun last night huh?”, she asked with a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were so loud!” I apologized with what had to be the reddest cheeks ever.

“What’s there to apologize for, I enjoyed it. I’ll need to wash the sheets on the guest bed, I’m a bit of a squirter you know,” she said with a smile.

“Excuse me?” I ask a bit in shock.

“What? It was hot getting off listening to you two,” she said.

I just stood there mouth hanging open until she stepped into me, cupped my face, and kissed me. I froze for several very long moments before I felt my body relax and I kissed her back.

Then she stopped kissing me and stepped back.

“It’s pretty hot getting off listening to two people getting it on, especially when it’s two people you’re in love with,” she said.

That started some very long and very serious discussions, and it caused us all to realize some things.

I realized that I didn’t mind sharing my husband. In fact, as we took turns with him more and more, I found it turned me on something terrible. Something about it also turned him into a sex machine when I “reclaimed him” as Courtney called it.

Courtney wasn’t so much in love with my husband as much as she was with me, but she was most certainly in love with his tongue and his cock. She agreed to follow ground rules and understood that my marriage came first.

I don’t mind being with Courtney, but it probably isn’t nearly as satisfying for me as it was for her. What I do love is when we share Anthony together. Nothing gets me off faster and harder than having him eat my pussy while she rides him and I kiss her.

Last week we tried something new. I lent him to a divorced friend of ours for the night, on the condition that they record everything. He presented me with an edited video a couple of days later, and Courtney and I watched it together. That’s when I really realized I was a cuckqueen and not just someone in a strange love triangle.

So there you have it. Hormone madness combined with reality crap TV turned my life upside down in the most amazing way. Everyone is happy, I’ve never had better sex or better orgasms, and while things might seem a little strange to outsiders, I don’t think any of us have ever been happier.

r/abigaletaylor

Janelle moves to wipe my cum from her face, but Raven stops her. She leans forward and licks it off her housemate.

I feel my penis attempt to swell again, but it's too soon.

"Definitely not a shower then."

I blush.

"Try standing," Janelle says.

I do, and there's no pain, just a dull throb.

"How?"

"It's a kind of magic,"

"Know any Love Spells?"

"Anything you put into the world is returned threefold. You don't want that."

"So you make someone love you and you love them back? Seems exactly what you'd want."

"You love them back three times as hard."

"Obsession," Raven gasps.

"Can I get dressed?" I ask.

"I don't think so," replies Janelle, "Do you?"

"No," Raven says abruptly.

"I think we need a selfie to remember this by."

"Sure," I say, not sure why.

Janelle gets her phone out, and holds out in front of us. I huddle in beside her and Raven huddles in beside me. A finger slides between my cheeks and there's a snap.

"What do you think?" she asks, showing me the photo. Both girls were smiling, me with a sudden shocked look on my face. My penis unimpressive at its post orgasm smallest. She could share this with anyone. Or everyone. I must get her to delete it.

"Can you..."

"Don't ask me to delete it."

"OK." As if I would.

"Come with me."

I follow Janelle into their bathroom where she wipes any of my residue from her face. She then kneels before me and cleans my willy. It begins to harden.

"Good," she says, "I'll want a full mast photo, eventually,"

I follow her to her bedroom and she makes me wait at the door. As I watch she lifts her t-shirt over her head. She's facing away from me, two half orbs appear either side of her back as she raises her arms. I'm now ready for the next picture.

She puts on another shirt, this one with buttons that she does up without turning around.

When we return to the lounge room, Raven is just in a shirt and those black panties. Nobody mentions it.

Janelle calls us over and we do another picture, this one with me with a raging hard on.

"You two've got off already," Janelle reminds us, "It's my turn."

She slides her tracksuit pants down her legs revealing a lightly hair pussy and beckons me over.

I kneel before her and she pushes my head into her sex.

Time doesn’t matter, not after… well, after however long it’s been. She’s not sure. Can’t remember things like when, where, how or what came before. The only thing that matters is present and future, and even then, only in the narrowest possible sense. Present is either pain or pleasure, the constant barrage of sensation that never stops, and whether it’s torture or bliss. Future is the everlasting knot of dread, because if now is good, it will end at some point, and if now is hell, she has no way of knowing how long it will last. Maybe there’s only hours, maybe only minutes, between feedings. Maybe it’s decades— it feels like decades, feels like eternities between those flashes of relief. 

Now, right now, she’s waiting, and whether it’s been a moment or a month since the door was bolted is unclear. It doesn’t matter, really, because the second it’s over, the sensation of dying returns and sinks its teeth into her until… well, until something else does.

It’s the venom, some suffocated part of her knows. Addictive, aphrodisiac, and all that. She probably cared about that sort of thing, at some point.

Now there’s a sound, a ragged rasp of rusted metal on rusted metal, and she bolts upright from her bed with a desperate energy that hadn’t been in her veins a second ago. Now, door hinges screech, and a boot lands on the floor of her room. 

Her throat aches as soon as her lips part, but she manages to swallow, saliva and something else that doesn’t matter. 

“Thank you,” she gasps; they haven’t touched her yet, haven’t even fully stepped into the room, but she knows what’s coming, knows that she’s about to feel good. “Thank you, thank you, master, please—”

She’s cut off by a cough, throat going into spasm. She thinks she tries to keep talking anyway, but she’s barely paying attention to her own words. Not when there’s footsteps, approaching, and the room’s still pitch black, but she can feel that familiar presence. Master. Him.

A hand on her face, so cold it prickles, stings, nettles. It cups her cheek, then cards through her hair. Her hair must be a mess, after who-knows-how-long. She doesn’t care, unless he does. He wants it to look nice for parties, sometimes, but it’s never mattered before in here.

And she can sense him leaning over, looming, nearing her face with his, and she throws her head back, bares every inch of her throat she can. “Thank you, master, thank you!”

She’s shaking now, hard. Trying to keep her neck as still as possible, but her muscles aren’t responding properly. He’ll forgive her, if he minds it at all. His lips brush against her cheek, slide down to the underside of her jaw.

“Not now, pet.” 

He murmurs the words against her throat, where her pulse is skipping, stammering. Laughs. Teasing her.

“Master,” she gasps, and it’s the only word she can produce. A low, desperate animal whine. Pleading for mercy.

“Later, dear thing. You’ll get everything you want and more. Patience.” 

She tries to wrap her arms around him, probably. She wants to, at least, even if her body doesn’t always obey, these days. He laughs, liltingly. Scrapes his teeth across her skin and she gives a frantic whine. 

“Patience,” he repeats. “You have guests to entertain.”

She shivers, body suddenly trembling even harder. She thinks she used to hate this. It seems like her body remembers, even as her scattered thoughts only thrill in anticipation. His guests are always the same, all like him. His kind. 

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Later, she’s brought to another room. Endlessly dark, just like the rest of the building. She doesn’t know know if it’s a house, a castle, catacombs. Doesn’t care, not anymore. She doesn’t need to see, or to know anything so complex as its layout. She does know she tried to flee, in the beginning. That isn’t why he ties her up, though, not anymore. He knows she wouldn’t even think of leaving him now— he knows she needs him now. He knows that, even if she weren’t so deeply addicted to him, she couldn’t think clearly for long enough to consider running.

He’s agonisingly gentle as he prepares her for his guests. His fingers don’t even bruise her skin as he bathes her, coaxes food and drink down her throat; he spends what feels like hours brushing her hair as she tries to stay still and silent, gritting her teeth to swallow down more pleading, more begging. Every muscle seems to ache, every inch of skin seems to itch, and it’s all the more painful knowing that he’s right there, touching her, but not making it stop. The fact that there will be relief soon, some nebulous, indistinct soon, does nothing to dull the hideous sensitivity, the wanting. 

She can’t figure out if it feels better or worse as he binds her hands together behind her back; as he guides her to her knees and ties her legs like that, ankles to thighs. She’s naked as she always is, no point in covering any of her skin, not when she must always be ready for him, easy and malleable and open for his access. 

He takes her to one of the only rooms that she can recognise. It’s the only one she’s seen to have any light. Barely any, with only weak, watery moonlight slipping in from the high windows, but light nonetheless. She’s still not able to see any more than silhouettes and shadows— she isn’t one of them, able to see effortlessly in near absolute darkness. It’s a disconcerting experience, to have her useless eyes suddenly working again, flickering this way and that by pure instinct as they’re abruptly functional again. Something of an overload, an overwhelm, after all this time being so used to nothing but the deep dark of her room. 

Her senses aren’t of much use at all, here. She doesn’t need them, not when the only thing that truly matters is when he’ll come back and use her. All her sight and hearing do is build her anticipation when she knows someone, or something, is near. All of her other sensations are pain and pleasure and aching, stabbing pangs of longing. All she does, now, is want. 

Now, her eyes are catching shapes in the dim slivers of moonlight. They’re here, his guests. She has no idea how many, she doesn’t want or need to count them, probably couldn’t even if she tried; all she needs to care about is the fact that they’re surrounding her, waiting just like she is. They’re hungry, aching for her too, but she can’t imagine that they’re feeling the same pangs as her, the same desperation, or they would have fallen upon her by now, torn into her. She wants to beg them to, but she has to be quiet, has to be good now. Patience. She’s patient. She’s good at it, somehow, even when she feels like she’s collapsing in on herself every moment they’re not touching her, using her.

They’re all so quiet. That took her a while to get used to, in the beginning, even though she can barely remember a time before this very moment, aching. She never hears any of them move unless they want her to, unless they deign to let her.

Now, she hears his voice. Not so much the words, not all of them, just his voice, talking to his guests, his friends. A welcome, an invitation, more talk that she doesn’t need to understand, because they all understand why she’s really here. There’s no mistaking what she is.

“A gift, my friends, for tonight. You all know my pet. She’s been such a good girl,” and then his hand is on her again, brushing through her silky hair, and she shivers and arches into his touch. She manages not to moan or whine, but something like a reedy chirp slips out of her throat. There’s laughter at that, amused, mocking, but she doesn’t think she’s capable of shame, embarrassment, anymore— not when she’s such a good girl because good girls get rewarded, get used. “She’s just desperate to entertain you all. Aren’t you, sweet thing?”

She nods frantically, and it sends a spike of dizziness and vertigo through her. But in the same moment, he’s picking her up and settling her on something soft, maybe a bed, she isn’t sure, but it’s all irrelevant, because then there’s pain.

Teeth. His teeth, fangs, sinking into her neck. A sharp sunburst flash of sensation, mirrored behind her eyelids in white light. It stings, then aches, and she flinches like she always does at the first bite. Every time, there’s the split second of fear and confusion, the why does it feel bad that screams, shrieks through her head, and then it’s all gone in a tidal wave of euphoria. 

This time, she does moan, the loudest thing in the room. The background noise drones on. Maybe they laugh at her again. Probably. Her back arches, every limb tries to kick and twitch, but his ropes just bite back into her skin. She feels warm, so warm, like liquid, like hot milk flooding every vein, artery, capillary, dripping through her body, radiating from the twin punctures in her neck, his fangs still buried in her flesh. His hands are on her too, but even they don’t feel as cold as before, just more contact, more sensation, more staticky, tingling touches on her face, her shoulder.

She gasps as he withdraws, sharp incisors catching at her skin. She’s bleeding, she knows, but the liquid trickling from the wounds feels like hot honey, sticky and syrupy, dripping down her neck, across her collarbones. The shaking now feels like a gentle buzzing, not harsh, twitching spasms of uncooperative muscles. She’s sparking, electrified. It feels so good.

There won’t be a comedown now— not for a long time, not with all of their combined hunger and stamina— but as the absolute peak mellows a little, she realises the searing, sticky heat isn’t only radiating from her neck. A secondary ache has started between her legs, and she squirms, rubs her thighs together in an effort to calm it even a little. She knows she climaxed; she always does the first time she’s bitten, at the first dose of venom, but there’s no sense of satisfaction. Her heated skin is still throbbing, aftershocks and pulses of pleasure setting her alight again and again.

“Thank you,” she whispers, because her vocal cords can’t seem to manage anything else. Her head is thrown back and she arches back into him, closer, and his hand caches her head, holding her upright. “Thank you, master, thank you.”

His cool tongue makes contact with the wounds, and her toes curl as he smoothly swipes up the mess on her bloodied flesh.

Someone else’s hands curl around her knees, prying her bound legs apart, and another gasp catches in her throat.

There’s no more hesitation, no more waiting after that, and they descend upon her like starved animals. She knows how it goes, now. First they feed. Mouths all over her, lips and tongues and teeth, bodies all around her, hard muscle and cold flesh. She’s manipulated and manoeuvred with ease, her lax, liquid limbs giving no resistance to their preternatural strength. One of the other mouths follows the trail of blood down her neck, shoulder, laps at the skin taut across her collarbone and then bites down below the bone, sinks into her with another dose of venom, another hit of poisonous pleasure arcing across her nerves. More bites, more blood, flashes of pleasure-pain from her shoulder, her side, her stomach, her thighs. A mouth descends on her abdomen, slips lower until there are teeth grazing her hip, sliding around her leg to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and if he had breath, she’s sure she would feel it against her slick, throbbing sex. And then fangs drive themselves into her inner thigh and a scream tries to claw its way out of her mouth, but escapes only as a whimper.

Her eyes can make out only the vague shapes of them, shadow men all over her, their cold, dark hands slipping over her slick skin. She must be covered in blood, by now, probably sweat too, and she thinks the wetness on her face must be tears. Between her legs, she can’t tell what wetness there is blood and what’s her own body’s cloying arousal. She wants to beg them to enter her, penetrate her, but even inside her head she stumbles over the words. She remembers begging in the beginning, master, please, I need you inside me, and him laughing with his fangs still buried inside her, overpowering vibrations through her body that made her shudder and shake, telling her but I am inside you, pet. She fumbles through her messy thoughts, trying to find the words he wanted, the words they all want.

“Pl— uh, please,” she manages to choke out between pitchy moans. “Fuck me? It— it hurts, please, I need, uh, I need—”

She cuts herself off with a shriek as something— fingers, only fingers— plunge inside her, rough and cold and hard but not enough.

“I need— ah, I need cock—” Her face feels hot, flushed with some memory of shame that she can’t feel anymore, not when she knows that if she begs prettily enough, they’ll give her what she wants. “Please, sirs, I need— need cock in my pussy, please, I— I— ‘m gonna be a good girl, please—”

Even though she knows she’s bleeding, knows she’s already lost more blood than she should be able to, everything left in her veins seems to be flooding to her face and to her throbbing pussy. The fingers inside her are moving with a quick, harsh pace, in and out in a way that only seems to make the vicious desperation worse, not enough, until they draw out suddenly. And she’s empty again, and so full of need that he hips jerk, trying to chase the withdrawing hand, needing something, anything, inside her again. 

“Patience,” comes her master’s voice at her ear, mocking her again, and she tries to turn her face towards him to plead for some sort of mercy.

But then, even over the sound of her own deafening pulse in her ears, she catches the sound of metal clinking, and at the moment she manages to process what that means, she feels it. Something bigger between her legs, thick, heavy flesh nudging against her overheated skin. The coolness of it triggers something in the back of her mind, but it’s something that’s immediately snuffed out when the hardness presses forward, promising to breach her. Then eases back, teasing, again. More tears stream down her face, and one of the shadows swoops in to lick them off her cheeks.

“Sir,” she chokes. The inside of her throat stings, feels like it’s rubbed raw, and she hasn’t even had anything in her mouth yet. She feels wordless, brainless, a creature not capable of speech, only need. “Sir, please.”

Apparently, she’s pathetic enough to take pity on. A hand, she doesn’t know whose, reaches between her legs and spreads her dripping pussy open, leaving her quivering at the mere sensation of air against her skin, before the stiff member teasing her slides forward again. She tries to thank him, tries to say something, but only a wordless noise comes out as she’s slowly penetrated. They’re all beings of infinite patience, it seems, whether it’s because they live forever or because they enjoy the way it torments her. 

It hurts in a way not wholly unlike being bitten, and with a similar feeling of relief. The cock entering her is thick, heavy, slowly but relentlessly parting her walls around it, carving her open to make a space for itself. Her thighs tremble, and she fights to keep them open, even though she knows they’ll do it for her if she tries to close them, tries to keep any of them out. Her most sensitive parts, inside and out, throb in time with her fluttering pulse. There are fangs in her neck again, but she can barely feel them. 

She can’t see anymore, not even the shadow shapes, with the way her eyes roll back in her head and she can’t think to blink or close them or do anything but collapse against the ropes and the hard bodies all around her. They don’t react to her weight, they barely seem to notice at all, not the insignificant mass of her against their strength. 

The being between her legs finally hilts himself, and for a moment just sits there, so deep inside her she can’t seem to feel anything but the weight of the cock deep inside her. He feels unnatural in the way all of them do, in the way everything about them does, in the fact that it feels like she should be split open and bleeding from the wound he’s carved into her, but she knows that the only wetness inside her is her own dripping desperation. 

Then she’s bitten again, two steely incisors plunging into her inner arm behind her, and her body clenches down on the hard length in her pussy. It sends another pulse of pleasure through her, and her oversensitive clit throbs, and the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her once again. Her hips jolt of their own accord, and then she’s mindlessly squirming as the shadows around her chuckle and whisper praise and degradation and a dozen other things she can’t process through the haze of arousal. She’s trying to get him deeper inside her, trying to fuck herself on his cock, but she barely has the strength to move her own body, let alone struggle against the icy hands holding her in place.

Patience, maybe her master says, or maybe she just knows that she should be, that she needs to be a good girl right now and let them use her as they see fit. She tries to be patient, she tries to be still, and maybe she succeeds, or maybe they decide to reward her anyway. 

The body on top of her shifts and draws back, and her pussy clenches again, trying to close, to tighten, as the cock withdraws, but then it drives back in, and she’s split open again. Her head drops, eyes rolling back and toes curling, fists clenching, and then he starts fucking her. All of them have inhuman stamina, she knows. Especially after feeding. She remembers the one time her master fucked her without giving her his venom first, and then the memory is gone, and all she can remember is that she begs to be bitten every time she sees him. The one fucking her sets a rapid pace, one she knows she could never keep up with, so she just lets herself sink into it, allowing the sensations to rush over her. Like water; like drowning; they don’t need to breathe, and sometimes, they forget that she does. 

Cool fingertips trail down her face, temple to cheekbone to lips, a gesture of dissonant gentleness as the smooth palm cups her chin and a thumb caresses her lower lip. He doesn’t need to force anything, anyway, not when her mouth opens on instinct, panting ragged breaths against the fingers that push into her mouth. Maybe he wants her to suck, but her body resists, demanding she gasp in all the oxygen she can, as each thrust punches the air from her lungs. He doesn’t seem to mind. Just drags his fingers over her blunt teeth, pushes them under her tongue to drive into the soft flesh, to pull her jaw open further until it aches and she’s drooling messily. Then withdraws, reenters, pressing her tongue down and slipping his fingers in deeper until she’s gagging, twitching, between her rapid breaths.

Her head spins, and starbursts of colour, light, flash and flicker across the dark haze of her vision. It’s too much, but, really, it’s been too much for as long as she’s been here, and that may as well be forever. 

The fingers in her mouth withdraw, but her mouth just hangs open, trying to choke down air and spit for a few seconds before something else pushes in. Salt and copper smear across her tongue before it sinks into her throat, unaffected by and uncaring of the way her throat convulses, tries to push it out. Starts fucking her face with the same ruthless pace as the other. 

Whether its the venom pumping through her veins with every flutter of her pulse or just the way her body has become used to this, desperate for this, she feels herself shuddering with another climax. Painful, in the way everything is now, but hopelessly addicting. Pain that comes with enough pleasure that the stinging, aching, piercing all becomes worth something. It gains a biting edge as the orgasm crests, tries to decrescendo, but the hard fucking from both ends doesn’t falter, let alone slow or stop. 

Her pleasure is incidental, to them. A side effect of playing with their party favour; something that evokes a few chuckles, and words she fails to comprehend, but nothing more.

What little control she ever had over her body is long gone, she’s little more than a doll with a pulse— though her pulse is why they so love to play with her— but all she needs to do for them is bleed and take whatever they want to give her. The relentless penetration, stimulation, refuses to allow her body to stop responding, to stop feeling. Her pussy aches, but the contractions of her orgasm don’t stop, and each one just sparks another sharp lance of incomprehensible sensation. She can’t tell if it feels good in any way, can’t think clearly enough to get further than ‘it feels’.

It feels, unbearably. Endlessly. 

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Now, awareness is dripping back in, drop by insidious drop. Her eyes try to blink, uselessly. It’s still dark, as it always is here. She manages to drag one eyelid open, only a painful slit. The other feels glued shut— it almost certainly is, though it’s impossible to tell if it’s from the blood or the semen she can feel all over her skin. She shifts, squirms as much as she can manage, and skin catches and sticks against sticky skin. She tries to uncurl a fist behind her back and feels her fingers slowly peeling away from their palm. 

Now, they’re done with her. She’s alone, with only the ghosts and echoes of voices from somewhere that might be the next room, that might be another world altogether. Alone with the cold and pain that are becoming starker, sharper, with each moment she notices them. She’s still bound, left laying in the room they’d used her in. Her muscles throb and ache, screaming for her to move, to stretch, but all she can do is lie there, still, and feel. 

A tremor starts in her thighs— or maybe she’s been shaking for hours, and only just realised— and soon everything feels like it’s buzzing, thrumming. She’s lightheaded. Shadows in front of her eyes and her thoughts swimming in tight, hazy loops. Blood loss. Overstimulation. Exhaustion. The human body isn’t meant to survive things like this, and she’s still horrifically, intolerably human. 

Now, there’s nothing left of the dizzying, overwhelming pleasure. There’s just pain, and the prickling, itching, starving need for a glimmer of something good. There’s the knowledge that all she has is now; all she has is waiting. For him, for her master, and whatever he may provide that passes for mercy. Liquid clemency, his venom. All she can do is wait and feel, and pray that he’ll come back soon. That she’s a good enough pet to earn it. 

They needed a couple of moments before, regaining their stamina after those orgasms. Sarah and Kevin laid down, naked, but soon enough Kevin got hard again while Anna, after almost a couple of minutes, finally stopped shaking her legs. Her body calmed, with only small, short and unnoticed quivers remaining in her limbs.

Anna reached her side drawer and her hands grasped a long and thick strap-on with 8 inches long and had a bright pink color. The whole thing had a girth of 2.5 inches. Anna adjusted the harness and asked, her eyes piercing at Sarah, "Can I fuck your sweet ass with my strap-on?"

Sarah could hear their breathing, deep, warm. She couldn't take her sight away and couldn't resist, the lust taking over. She never did it in the ass and only anal play in the past. She always wondered and also fantasized to get rammed by another person with a massive dick. Her ex never let her do it and only fingered her rear end and other than that nothing major or even wilder had happened.

It didn't take long for a reply and in seconds she answered with an excited, horny voice, "Yeeees. Stuff and fuck my big ass, please!" the words were spoken in a throaty tone.

Anna took a deep breath while grabbing the lubricant and pouring the fluid on the artificial penis, covering the 8-inch shaft, wanting the session to be as less painful as possible. "Good girl, relax that tight hole for me, I'm gonna pound you like you've never been pounded before, baby!" said Anna in the horniest way, in a manner that drove Sarah crazy with heat.

Anna guided Sarah to be sideways on the bed while Anna moved behind and inserted the head at her entrance, spreading the tight anus. "C'mon honey, make me your woman. Fucking break my ass! Do it Anna, destroy and wreck my asshole!" yelled Sarah, almost shouting.

After some time, finally the bulbous head popped inside the anal sphincter, entering in a soft thrust. She needed time to let Sarah's asshole expand and adjust, her body trying to cope and endure the new experience. Her hands trailed all over the smooth, chocolatey tits. She brushed them and her fingers began squeezing and twisting the nipples, tweaking.

Anna pushed further and entered a few inches, her rubber cock sliding. Sarah was feeling inside her the strap-on widening her ass as she could sense her butt ring straining and stretched. Kevin watched and his eyes were staring at the anal scene with desire and neediness, while Anna could only feel the dildo with a friction, so smooth and slick while moving it through Sarah's hole.

Kevin was in front of Sarah with his humongous cock inches away from Sarah's luscious lips, waiting for her to have a mouthful of cock. Sarah smiled and went to work with a great passion and fiery dedication, licking all around the tip. The distraction of the cock was helping her to be more relaxed as Anna was still sliding her strap-on inside the asshole.

While licking, she was engulfing and enveloping the whole head with her pink lips, coating the tool in her drool. The cockhead was smooth and the veins popped as the tongue kept sliding and going against the member, working hard and sucking the precum out of the purple, shiny bulb. Meanwhile, Anna used her hand to rub Sarah's sensitive and very drenched clit, moving fast and circling on it, brushing and passing her middle-finger in her lower region.

"Suck it baby, show me you like sucking my husband's monster cock," said Anna, grinning like crazy. "His rod tastes delicious, so damn wonderful... Mmm, yummy... This cock is fantastic, mmm," remarked Sarah, while her virgin tight sphincter was getting invaded by 8 inches, all the way up and almost balls deep. Anna couldn't restrain, pushing the phallus deeply, making it hard to handle and impossibly filling, hitting her spots. "Ugh! Aghhh!! Uhhm! Godddd..." Sarah's words were so exciting to hear and Anna used her palm and she smacked her friends ass. "I am about to slam your fat booty, Ummm... Love to fuck you so much! This is awesome," stated Anna. Sarah smiled while holding the base of Kevin's fat member.

Anna then pulled the cock and thrust back while making a sudden slam that caused the toy to hit and go past her cervix and bury her entire dildo inside her anal walls. "Shit! Fuck! It's so freaking huge!" moaned Sarah, in such pleasure and delight, "Holy crap, this is just intense, my god, you are tearing me apart!"

The moans were extremely louder now and as Anna's pace sped up, her ass was now shaking in a hypnotic rhythm. At the same time, Sarah was still sucking the cock, sucking more than half of the 9 inches and Kevin was praising her, saying "Ummhh, yes, take my cock deep in that pretty mouth... I want to fuck your pussy while my wife's strap-on fucks your perfect asshole, taking you for all it's worth."

"Yes, please, do that... Give me a load inside my tight snatch! I want to be fucked like I was the ultimate sex toy!", replied Sarah in such an adorable and tempting way that Kevin, while Sarah and Anna remained sideways, moved in and, keeping his legs bent at Sarah's level, slid his hard member all the way inside her dripping pussy. His head kept fucking the depths while the walls began to throb and tighten up, clenching, from all the lust that she was receiving.

The pounding was quick and the thickness was so hard that was really an overwhelming thing to take at first. Sarah's strap-on and Kevin's huge cock were causing so much pleasure, her loins heating up, like a steam train, gaining a lot of force and power. She didn't expect so much. She never expected that some day she would find herself having a double penetration, and with the most intimate two people of all.

She could feel both members inside her, making her fuller than she could ever believe was possible. "That's it Kevin, fuck her until you cum. Keep shoving it down that slutty, greedy cunt!" exclaimed Anna. She loved that this was happening, all the arousal, excitement and lewd joy in that room. The fact that they were friends for years made it all the sexier, turning the woman more kinky.

Anna's whole body was feeling pure lust and an extreme amount of sexual energy, as the slapping from the ass cheeks and pelvis meeting at a fast speed was constant. Sarah was giving out some filthy noises, grunting and moaning. "Shit, ugh! You two fuck me so good and make me so happy, ohhhh!" her words were beginning to crack. "I think I'm... Ughmm! Gonna squirt like mad all over you."

Their bodies rocked back and forward, with Anna fucking and ramming in a frenzy while Kevin started pushing, a fast, fierce pounding. Sarah's body was like a sandwich, caught between her friends, feeling their bodies and both their poles that kept screwing, with a pure carnal delight.

While Anna's breasts were rubbing at Sarah's broad back, Kevin was thrusting harder and deeper at the same time that his wife thrusted the plastic dick, with a good rhythm and tempo. She was moaning and making such a lecherous sounds, her inner walls being rubbed, stroked and scraped, getting the feeling and sensations more powerful and intense.

It was like a roller coaster until the orgasm built up and, finally, when they went balls deep the peak came, Sarah could feel the explosive rush all at once. Her lower regions trembling in waves, in short shakes and making a vibrating reaction. The hips were buckling and clenching up while a gushing stream was unleashed.

Her orgasm had a thunder like blast and splashed at both Kevin's groin and thighs and Anna's strap-on toy was also doused and coated with the hot, creamy spray from Sarah's twat. That didn't stopped or slowed Anna and Kevin, but instead fueled their lust, increasing their speed while not giving time for Sarah to recover.

They didn't stop ramming Sarah as her whole body was just becoming a cummy mess of flesh, so slippery and a sweaty place. Anna kept ramming her hole with a relentless and unstoppable force and with a great tenacity. The fake cock head kept smashing at the center, while hitting Sarah's cervix and pushing past and hammering her anal walls.

Her pussy was gushing juices with each thrust that Kevin gave her, his hard, big shaft completely filling her. "Oh my God, what are you doing to me?! I'm cumming and gushing out like a damn waterfall!" cried Sarah while being fucked.

They kept on and on until Kevin finally exploded in Sarah's vaginal cavern, unloading his spunk on the hot, ebony cunt, with loads and loads of cream hot sperm firing inside. Sarah could feel her inner core being filled, being soaked by the male's sperm, leaking, drooling down and going outside.

The image of the hot, sexy woman in their arms was pure gold and was worth to be framed. While Kevin took out his prick, still half hard, a loud popping noise was heard as Sarah's cum flowed from the small pink core, dripping down on the sheets. Anna also removed the strap-on, leaving Sarah's virgin ass a stretched and open cavern.

"Sweetie," whispered Anna in her ear, in such an incredibly husky voice, while using one of her hands to stroke and comb Sarah's curly black hair. Anna caressed her friend's face and cheeks, tenderly, with care and love. "You've already come multiple times tonight, know it's time for us to rest. We would love if you'd stay overnight with us here."

Her pretty eyes widened a little, and Sarah said with a smile, "I wouldn't have it any other way," while they caressed and hugged each other, embraced together. The sheets were wet but nobody minded as the moment was all that mattered. They spent almost half a day having their sex fest, and after that marathon they could hardly move.

As they hug each other tightly with Sarah in the middle, the married couple couldn't be happier as they finally found the unicorn they've been seeking, the missing puzzle piece that had been always there without them knowing, and while watching Sarah fall asleep with Anna on the right and Kevin at her left, they realized, their thirst had been satisfied and the missing void in their souls had been quenched and was fuller than ever before.

A warm, cuddly sensation came over their bodies, letting their tiredness take hold, the events, the joy, and the warmth from the 3 of them as they fell asleep in a lovely, calming and wonderful sensation of tranquility, peace, and complete fulfillment.

The End

As I planned out the weekend getaway with Lauren, with her telling me everything she wanted to do, while I found us a place to stay, we finally settled on a date- the last weekend in January. But, I was starting to worry that she wouldn't be happy about the weekend away when she found out about Taylor and I.

I was telling Taylor about my worries the Friday before I was set to leave with Lauren. We were out on a date and it was our first time being alone since arriving back home from the cruise. I had vowed to myself not to bring up Lauren and to make the night all about Taylor and me, but Taylor had asked about the weekend getaway as we waited for our dinner.

After I told her about my worries, mainly if I should tell Lauren before the trip or wait until after, Taylor said, "Just tell her after. There's no point in ruining what could potentially be an amazing weekend for you two."

"I still feel like I should just cancel. Tell her now. It's not fair to you or her," I said.

"No, Christopher. I've already told you that you should just do it. It's not some crazy test or anything. You two should have your fun and end things when you feel like it's appropriate. I don't want you to start something with me and be looking back with any regrets," she said.

"You're not worried I would cheat on you, are you? Because I would never," I said.

"I know you wouldn't. But, still, I want you to be satisfied," Taylor said.

"Being with you would be satisfying enough," I told her.

"Shut up, cheeseball," Taylor said as the waitress brought our plates.

The day before I was to leave on the trip with Lauren, as I packed a small bag to take with me, I got a phone call from Lauren. "Hey, Lauren. What's up?" I said as I answered the phone.

"Um, nothing too much. Are you busy? Can I run over? I really need to talk to you before we go tomorrow," she said.

I asked if everything was OK and she said that she would explain everything when she came over. I told her of course and that my door was unlocked so she could just come in.

My kids were already at their grandparents house for the weekend so part of me was just hoping that Lauren was coming over to get the weekend started early, since I knew she didn't have her kids either. But, when she walked into my bedroom after I told her where I was when she let herself in, I could see that the look on her face was not one ready for some fun.

"What's wrong?" I asked her as I gave her a hug.

"Nothing. A lot. I don't know anymore," she said.

"That's not what your face says," I told her.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just got some news today and I'm not sure how to feel about it," she said as she took a seat on the bed, watching me folding some clothes to pack.

"About what?" I asked, worried that she found out about Taylor and I.

"While you were gone, Jake got a new job up in Idaho. Luckily, it's close enough that me and him will still be able to move the kids around when it's his time to have them. But, I feel like they should be closer, especially as they get older and get into more activities," she started to explain.

"That makes sense," I told her.

"So, I applied for some jobs up there as well, figuring if I got something, that would be my answer. And today, I got an offer. And it's great. More pay, better hours, super flexible," she said.

"That's awesome," I said.

"Right? I was super excited. I actually accepted it right away. But, after I hung up, I had so many thoughts. I'm pulling my kids away from their friends, their school, and their church. And, the one that surprised me the most with how it's affecting me, I would be moving away from you," she said.

Before I could respond, Lauren continued, "I know that we said that we wouldn't catch feelings for each other and I dont actually know if I have. I just know that I do like having you in my life and would miss you if I moved."

By this time, I had finished packing and had joined Lauren on the bed. Reaching out and putting my hand on her leg, I said, "Lauren, you have to do what's best for you and your kids. I know that moving to a new area would be super scary, especially for the kids, and you hoping that they'll make new friends and fit in. But, like you said, it's not too far from here. You could always drive down for the weekend or a holiday or whatever. With the kids or alone. And I'll always be here for you to call if you need somebody to talk to."

"Thanks, Christopher, I needed to hear that," Lauren said, taking my hand in hers and leaning forward to kiss me. She wiped a tear from her eye and laughed before saying, "Oh man, you must have been so worried about me coming over here, weren't you? Thinking that I had something completely awful to confess?"

I laughed too and said, "Something like that. Either that, or I was hoping that you were just coming over to get the weekend started early."

"You know, that's not a bad idea," Lauren said as she leaned forward and started to kiss me.

We made love that night before I followed her to her house, helped her get her bag into my car, and we drove back to my house, to spend the night together before leaving for our destination the next morning. Since I knew what we would be doing all weekend, I choose for us to stay pretty close, making an hour drive down to Utah's capital, Salt Lake City.

But, also knowing what we would be doing all weekend, I also choose to spend a little bit of money and get us a nice hotel for the weekend. The Grand America hotel was built in downtown Salt Lake City just before the 2002 Olympics, to provide a five-star experience for the amount of people that came into the city. I picked it since it had great reviews, the rooms and bed looked comfortable, and it had good food.

Lauren's favorite restaurant also happened to be in Salt Lake, so we stopped there for lunch before making our way to the hotel in the early afternoon to check in. After we checked in, got up to our room, and put our bags on the dresser in the bedroom with the king-sized bed, Lauren and I wrapped our arms around each other and started to kiss.

After a few minutes, I ended the kiss, spun her around, and wrapped my arms around her waist. With my chin resting on her shoulder and Lauren facing the bed, I said, "I just want you to know, that that bed isn't just for sleeping. I'm going to fuck you in it.'

Lauren smiled as I turned her around and walked her towards the bathroom, with a jetted tub and a shower. "And I'm going to cover you with my cum after you blow me while you take a bath. In the shower, I'm going to bend you over backwards and fuck you."

"Wow," Lauren said as I walked her out of the bedroom and into living room, with love seat and a couch, a massive TV, and a bar.

"And in here, we're going to make great use of those couches. I so can't wait to turn on a movie and have you on your knees, blowing me," I told her as I moved my hand down and placed it in between her legs. Lauren let out a little moan as she opened her legs and I started to rub her groin. "You're going to ride me on both of those couches. And in the bed. Maybe the bathtub too," I told her.

"Where do we start?" She moaned out, leaning her head back as I started to kiss her neck.

"Right here. With you on your knees," I told her as I moved my hand away from her groin, spun her back around in my arms, and kissed her lips before I put my hands on her shoulders and started to push her down.

As we had planned out this weekend getaway, Lauren had told me that it was one of her fantasies to be told what to do when it came to sex. So, we had planned out the first night of our trip to be me basically ordering her around and Lauren unable to say no, for the most part.

So, I watched as Lauren kneeled down on the floor in front of me. She unbutton the jeans I was wearing and pulled them and my boxers down to my ankles, where I kicked them off. I pulled off my shirt as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to jack me off. She stuck out her tongue and started to lick all over my hard, thick, six-inch-long shaft.

She wrapped her lips around my tip, swirling her tongue around it, as her hand moved up and down the shaft. She started to bob her head up and down my cock, taking a little bit more in each time, until she was deep throating me. I stopped her after a few minutes and said, "Take off your shirt."

With a smile on her face as she took my cock out of her mouth, Lauren reached down to the bottom of her shirt, grabbed it with both hands, and pulled it up and over her head. "Bra too?" She asked, as she grabbed and squeezed her C-cup-sized breasts. I nodded my head yes and watched as she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and slid it off her arms. She squeezed her breasts again and rubbed her nipples, before she took me back into her mouth and started to blow me again.

I smiled and moaned as I watched the gorgeous brunette-haired woman suck my cock. I thought about asking her a question but, remembering that I was in charge, decided against it. Instead, I put my hands on both sides of her head, stopped her moving, and slowly started to move my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

As I looked down at her eyes, I saw the approval in them, and I started to thrust my hips back and forth harder, burying my cock deep into her throat and slapping my balls against her chin. I fucked her face, listening to her gag and moan, and watching as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

I finally pulled her away from my cock, watching as a trail of her spit and my precum went from my tip to her lips before falling off, and said, "Go lay down on the couch. After you take your pants off."

Lauren stood up and pulled her pants down, kicking them off to join the rest of our already discarded clothes. She turned around, bent over, and pulled her underwear off, and tossed them back towards my face, before walking over and laying down on the longer of the two couches.

I walked over to her and climbed onto the couch, holding myself above her. Lauren spread her legs wide, anticipating me going down there, but I surprised her by moving up her body. When my cock was above her breasts, I lowered it down into the middle of them, told her to squeeze them together, and started to move back and forth, sliding my shaft between the soft flesh of her breasts.

"Oh baby. Yes," Lauren moaned as she watched the tip of my cock appear and disappear between her breasts. "Are you going to cum on my tits?"

I laughed and said, "No, not yet. First load is going in your pussy."

"Yes. I'm so ready for you," Lauren moaned.

I continued to fuck her breasts until I knew I was getting close. I pulled my cock away from her chest and moved down, as Lauren reached for my cock, and quickly inserted it into her waiting, clean-shaven, wet pussy before letting go. Once in, I pushed in deep, pulled out, back in and worked up to a steady pace of slamming into her over and over until I felt my orgasm coming. When it hit, I pushed deep into her, moaning out as my cock exploded, sending my cum into Lauren's pussy.

As my cock pumped inside her, Lauren moaned, feeling me fill her up, and started to raise and lower her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her. When I was done and starting to go limp, I pulled out of her and leaned down to passionately kiss her lips.

We spent the next little bit recovering, cuddling with each other naked on the couch, and sharing little kisses. When we started to get hungry, we both got dressed, with me telling Lauren to not put on any underwear, and we went down to the hotels restaurant to eat dinner. As we sat next to each other in a booth and waited for our food, I kept my hand on Lauren's inner thigh, brushing it against her groin, as I told her how much I wanted her. At one point, I slipped my hand inside the leggings she had on, teasing her pussy with my fingers, slowly inserting just the tip, before pulling it out, leaving Lauren lusting for more.

After dinner, we headed back up to our room, where we relaxed on the couch and watched a bit of a movie. Towards the middle of the movie, I started to move my hand up towards Lauren's chest, slipping into the tanktop I had her change into after dinner, and cupping her breasts, alternating between the two as I squeezed them. When she felt my hands on her, Lauren moved her hand to my groin and started to rub up and down, moaning as she felt my cock hardening. When I was fully hard, I turned off the TV and said, "Let's go find out just how comfortable the bed is."

We made our way into the bedroom, kissing and stripping off our clothes, until we were both completely naked and laying on the bed. I ended the kiss on her lips, moving down to her neck, her chest, and finally her nipples. With one of my hands cupping her breast, I stuck out my tongue and licked all around her nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, I had my fingers on her other nipple, pinching and rubbing it.

I was laying on Lauren's side as I switched my mouth between her breasts, sucking and licking one nipple while pinching and rubbing the other. When I saw her spreading her legs open, I took my hand off her breast and moved it down to her groin. As I touched her vagina with my fingers, she moaned out, telling me how good it felt. I rubbed her juices around, taking her pussy lips in between my fingers and rubbing them, before I inserted my finger into her and started to pull it in and out.

I continued to suck on her nipples, moving up every few minutes to kiss her lips as I fingered her. When I wasn't sliding my finger in and out of her, I was pushing it deep inside her, making a "come here" motion with it, driving Lauren crazy with pleasure. As her breathing started to change, I pulled my finger out of her, found her clit, and started to rub it. I applied pressure to it with two fingers and moved them in a circular motion as I stopped playing with her breasts, and watched as her eyes closed, her chest rising up and lowering down, until she let out a louder moan, her mouth searching for mine, and she started to orgasm.

"Oh my gosh," Lauren moaned as she came, her legs clamping shut around my arm, and her upper body coming up off the bed. Her lips finally found mine and her tongues swirled together as we kissed.

When she started to come down from her orgasm, she lowered her body down, spreading her legs open again, and looked at me as she said, "I need you in me."

With a smile on my face and my cock guided by her hand, I slid on top of her, leaning down to resume our kiss as she inserted my tip back into her pussy. As she let go, I pushed inside her, holding myself deep in her pussy as we made out. Ending the kiss, I pushed myself above Lauren and started to move my body, sliding my cock in and out of her, working up to a steady pace that we both enjoyed.

"Yes. Yes. God yes," Lauren moaned as she lifted her arms above her head, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of my hips, and wrapped her legs around my body. She rocked back and forth with me, using her legs to pull me deeper into her. We stayed like that for a while, until I could feel my arms wanting to give out. I slowed down my thrusting as I laid down on Lauren, feeling her nipples rubbing against my chest, and kissed her again.

As we kissed, Lauren used her legs wrapped around me to get me to roll over. My cock slipped out of her pussy as I moved to lay on my back and we stopped kissing, but Lauren quickly had me back in her, leaning down to keep kissing, as she started to roll her hips on top of me. We ended the kiss as she sat up more, using her hands on both sides of me to support herself, with her hair falling out of the ponytail it was in, as she started to slid up and down my shaft.

I put my hands on her hips for a minute, enjoying the feeling of her riding me, and watching as her face filled with pleasure from it. Watching her breasts as they bounced and swayed with her body, I moved my hands up and cupped them. Lauren moaned as I squeezed her breasts, feeling her nipples rubbing against my palm.

"Yes. Yes. Oh Christopher. Yes!" Lauren moaned more as I pulled her breasts to my mouth, licking and sucking on her nipples. "Oh, my God!"

She sat up more on my cock and I let go of her breasts, moving my hands back to her hips as she bounced up and down. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of her riding me.

After a few minutes, Lauren started to lean back down, and we shared another passionate kiss. I started to push her off me and said, "Get on your hands and knees." As she did so, I kneeled on the bed in front of her. With one hand, I reached out and grabbed her ponytail, while I wrapped my hand around the shaft of my cock.

Lauren looked up at me as I started to rub my cock around her face before I pushed the tip pass her lips and into her mouth. I continued to hold onto her ponytail as I slid my cock into her mouth and down her throat. I held still for a moment before I started to thrust my hips back and forth.

Lauren took a big, deep breath when I pulled out of her and moved up a bit on the bed as I shifted around until I was behind her. My cock slipped right back inside her without either one of us helping as I put my hands back on her hips and started to thrust back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her.

I started to go harder and faster, keeping most of my cock inside her as pushed deeper and deeper into her. Lauren was moaning loudly every time I slammed into her and her arms gave out as she pushed back against me. With her head resting on the bed, I grabbed tightly onto her hips, pulled her close to me, pushed in as far as I could go, and my moans joined her as I started to cum.

"Oh yes. Fuck," I said as I filled her pussy with my cum, feeling my cock pulsating inside her as it pumped rope after rope into her. Lauren continued to moan as she moved her ass back and forth, sliding it up and down my still cock, trying to milk me for all I was worth. When I started to go soft, my cock slipped out of her, I sat back on my calfs, and laughed as I watched my cum dripping out of her pussy.

We slept in a little the next morning, slowly getting out of bed, getting dressed, and heading down to get breakfast shortly before they stopped serving it. When we got back to our hotel room, I told Lauren that I was going to take a shower and she was free to join me. With a smile on her face, she started to pull off her shirt and said, "Actually, I think I might take a bath, if that's OK with you."

I started to strip off my clothes as I watched her take off hers, but was interrupted by a phone call. As I told Lauren that it was my kids, she finished taking off her underwear and mouthed, "I'll be waiting."

The phone call didn't take long, as my daughters were off to some fun activity with their grandparents and just wanted to say hi. As I walked into the bathroom, Lauren had filled the tub up with bubbles and was relaxing in it. She briefly opened her eyes and watched as I got into the stand-alone shower and shut the door behind me. I quickly lathered myself up and washed off the soap as I watched her through the frosted glass of the shower.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft of my cock and started to rub it up and down until I grew to my full hardness as I stared at Lauren, with her head resting on the back of the tub and her breasts just barely visible through the water and bubbles.

When I turned off the shower and stepped out of it, Lauren lifted up her head and smiled as she saw my hard cock. "What are you going to do with that?" She asked me as I walked over to her.

"Better question is, what are you going to do with it?" I asked as I stood next to her. She laughed as she lifted her arm out of the tub and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Lauren started to rub it up and down as she opened up her mouth, swirled her tongue around my tip, and wrapped her lips around it. I put my hand on the back of her head as she started to bob her head up and down my shaft.

I reached down into the water and cupped her breast in my hand, giving it a squeeze and using my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. She moaned around my cock as I switched to her other breast and gave it the same treatment.

I let go of her breasts but kept my other hand on her head, lightly applying some pressure, as she continued to blow me. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her lips on my cock, until I knew I was close. "Don't forget what i said yesterday. I want to cover you with my cum," I reminded her. "And I'm close."

Lauren took me deep into her throat and held herself there for a few seconds before taking me completely out of her mouth. She kept her hand on my cock, rubbing it up and down, twisting around, going up and over the head of my cock, as she sat up in the water, exposing her breasts as water dripped from them.

She started to rub the tip of my cock across her face as she closed her eyes, moans still coming from her closed mouth. With a push of my hips forward, I started to orgasm and saw the first shot of cum as it came out and landed on her forehead. When Lauren felt it, she started to move my cock around more, spreading the cum out around her nose, cheeks, and lips, as she pumped up and down with her hand.

I let out a satisfied moan as I finished and Lauren said, "Happy, now? Finally got to cover my face with your cum?"

I laughed and said, "You're beautiful."

Lauren sat up more and looked at her cum-covered face in the mirror above the sink. She shook her head as she said, "I haven't had that done since I was first married."

"Well, thank you for the honor," I teased her as I grabbed a towel and started to dry off. Lauren washed off her face before she drained the bathtub and stepped out, grabbing the towel I held out for her. She kicked me out of the bathroom after I was dry, telling me to go wait for her on the bed.

I did as she asked, scrolling on my phone while she got ready. I immediately put my phone down when she came walking out of the bathroom, wearing the pink night teddy and pink thong I had bought her for Christmas. "Wow," I said as she joined me on the bed. "Seeing you like that makes me regret telling you it's OK for you to move."

"Really? Only when I wear lingerie?" She teased me as she laid down next to me and I wrapped my arm around her.

"Nah. Pretty much have been thinking that since you told me. I still think you need to do what's best for you and your kids, but I will miss you like crazy," I said.

"Then come with me," Lauren responded as she rolled over, resting her arm and chin on my chest.

"What? Seriously?" I asked.

"Yes. Kind of. I don't know. I know it's something I can't really ask you to do, but I would love to still have you around and my kids would love to have your kids around as well," she said.

"Yeah, true," I said as I thought about how much work it would be to move. And what about Taylor?

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Just a thought I had. But, I do know something you can do now to help me out," she said as her eyes lit up. I asked her what it was and she said, "Give me an orgasm. Make me feel good like only you can."

I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her forward to begin kissing her as I rolled us over so she was laying on her back. I finished kissing her lips and started to move down her body, kissing as I went. I kissed all over her neck, chest, the exposed cleavage of her breasts, and pushed up the teddy to kiss her stomach before I stopped moving when my head was at her groin.

I kissed around her inner thighs on both sides of her groin, softly nibbling on her skin, and making her moan. I pulled her thong to the side, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to me, and started to lick and kiss around it. Lauren moaned as I licked up and down her slit, putting pressure on her pussy lips with my tongue, and started to dart my tongue in and out of her.

"Yes. Christopher! Yes! God yes," she moaned as I pushed my tongue into her vagina, licking all around her insides, pulling it out, and licking all over the outside. I continued to leave little kisses all over her groin whenever my tongue wasn't in her, including on her clit, as she pushed her hips up, and moaned. I brought my hand up and slid a finger into her pussy, pulling and pushing it in and out as I kept kissing and licking around her vagina.

As I fingered her, I took a short break from using my mouth to glance up at her. She had one hand on one of her breasts, softly squeezing it over and over. Her head was propped up on a couple of pillows, but she had her eyes closed, her brown hair loose and falling over her face, with her mouth open as she moaned.

I lowered my head back down, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking it into my mouth. I continued to finger her, listening to the sounds of her wet pussy as my finger went in and out of her, as I ran my tongue across her clit in my mouth, putting pressure on it, and humming with my lips to send vibrations into her.

"Yes. Yes. Oh my god. Christopher! I'm so close. Keep going. Yes. Please! Oh my God!" Lauren put her hands on the back of my head and wrapped her legs around my upper body as she pulled my closer to her and reached her climax with a series of loud moans and rising and lowering her hips. She tightly gripped my hair when she orgasmed and I could feel her pussy as it clenched around my finger as she came.

I continued to suck on her clit as she humped my face, her moans filling the room. When she finally started to come down from the massive orgasm, I moved back up her body, kissing as I went, until I reached her face. She pulled me down and we passionately kissed, our tongues swirling together, while I kept my finger going in and out of her.

When the kiss ended, I immediately started to kiss her neck, as Lauren laid her head back down and smiled as I continued to finger her. "Hmm. That feels so good. Can we just do this all day?" She said.

I laughed and said, in between kisses, "We do have a massage booked at the spa in an hour, but I suppose we can skip it and I'll just keep massaging your insides."

"It's so tempting," she said as I pulled my finger out of her and started to rub her clit. "But, I really do want a professional massage."

It wasn't long as I rubbed her clit and kissed her neck until Lauren had another orgasm and she finally pushed me away, saying, "OK, OK. We need to go get ready."

I smiled as I rolled over on the bed and watched as Lauren fixed her thong, pulling it back over her vagina, before she got up and went into the bathroom. I finally got up and went to grab some comfortable clothes to wear to the spa.

I was laying on the bed, scrolling through my phone, a short time later when Lauren finished in the bathroom. I looked up from my phone when she asked, "Do you think this is appropriate to wear to the spa?"

My jaw dropped as I looked her up and down, only able to sputter out the word, "Wow!"

I was home, bored, flipping through channels when I caught Leonardo DiCaprio on screen. He was acting all hot and adventurous, making my heart race. I got this crazy idea to take some nudes, just for fun.

I started with selfies, but then got more daring. I stripped down to my underwear, feeling this rush of excitement. Watching Leo, I got so turned on, my pussy felt wet and tingly.

I began snapping pics, each one a bit naughtier than the last. I posed, touching myself, thinking about how wild it was. My fingers brushed against my wet pussy, sending shivers through me.

The more I watched Leo, the more I wanted to push it. I laid back, legs open for the camera, feeling my body heat up. I was giggling to myself, but also super turned on, playing with myself while imagining Leo right there.

I took pictures of my fingers inside me, capturing how wet and ready I was. It was all so dirty and fun, a secret thrill just for me. After, I looked at the pics, laughing at how wild I'd been, but feeling this secret pride in my naughty adventure.

Mmmm, that was a good one!"

Zara slowly opened her striking blue eyes, her cheeks and chest flushed pink, and looked over at her husband as a warm glow embraced her.

"I love it when you touch me in the morning".

She kissed him with her full, warm lips, using her tongue to tease him a little, before rolling over and skipping out of bed, quickly wrapping herself in a lightweight grey dressing-robe.

"Don't forget we have that party tonight", she said, as she disappeared out of view, heading downstairs to make their morning coffees.

Zara was in her mid-forties and to the outside world was a professional lady in a management position, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a well-respected member of her local community.

An attractive lady, Zara was petite, curvy in all the right places, with shoulder-length, glossy brunette hair, full lips with a warm smile. She always dressed confidently and enjoyed being the centre of attention, although she would be reluctant to admit that to others.

Behind closed doors, Zara was a deeply sexual being, always eager to be kissed and caressed by her husband of twenty years, Marcus, with whom she enjoyed an active sex life. Zara appreciated quiet, tender moments on her own too, when her mind would wander through imaginary scenarios and her hand would venture between her legs, guided by a compulsion for pleasure.

The party in question was being hosted by friends in their leafy village and presented to opportunity to say "Thank You" to new acquaintances who had cared for their pets whilst Zara and her family had recently been away.

A bottle of expensive red wine had been gathering dust in her kitchen since returning from a Mediterranean holiday. Sean and his wife, Aoife, had moved to the village from Ireland a few months before, and a mutual friend had connected them when the neighbours that normally helped were unable to.

They were younger than Zara, in their mid-thirties, no kids, and seemed to be forever exercising, often running together on nearby country roads in clothing far too tight for anyone the slightest bit out of shape. They were both of athletic physique. Sean had ruffled, sandy hair, tanned skin, and a toned, muscular gym-body, about five foot seven with a sleeve tattoo on his left arm and another one in Gaelic text on the underside of his right forearm. Aoife had a pretty, freckled face, slim build, with blonde hair, often tied back in a ponytail, and was slightly taller than her husband.

The end-of-summer party was in full swing by the time Zara and Marcus arrived. They had been delayed because Marcus, as he often did, he had neglected getting himself ready and had instead admired his wife from the vantage point of their king-size marital bed. He loved watching her apply her make-up, style her hair, and spray perfume across her body.

Zara enjoyed his eyes being on her and had slowed her own progress, making sure he watched her as she climbed into ice-white underwear before sliding inside a short, floaty summer dress, white with blue flowers. She knew it was a favourite of his; its low cut showed off her magnificent, rounded breasts, whilst its short length showed off much of her silky, toned legs, and barely covered Zara's modesty. She knew Marcus would be on the lookout for a glimpse of her underwear during the party.

On arrival, Zara and Marcus exchanged pleasantries with the party host and accepted glasses of Prosecco to kick off the evening. She felt Marcus's hand on her waist as he pointed to where Sean and Aoife were sitting, on the opposite side of the garden. They acknowledged their arrival with a smile and a nod and got up from their chairs. After handshakes and pecks on the cheeks, Zara expressed their thanks, and the wine was handed over.

"I love a good Red," said Sean, "but Aoife's not as keen. Lucky that I did all the work then, isn't it?!"

He flashed a smile, and after a little small talk, the couples drifted off to join various conversations around the garden.

The party continued long into the evening and the drinks flowed, the sun had long since set, and the garden was illuminated by bulb lights strung around its perimeter. Zara had just finished a conversation with the host and was stood alone, admiring the well-kept nature of the garden when Sean appeared beside her.

"Enjoying your evening?" he enquired.

"Very much so," replied Zara as they clinked their near-empty glasses together.

He asked about her holidays, they talked about work, IT for him, the bookshop for her. His soft, undulating Irish accent meant Zara thought he was always pleasant company, even if what he said was of little interest to her.

After a period of semi-awkward silence, Sean fixed eye contact with Zara, smiled, and in a low, hushed tone, mimicking her Northern English accent, he said words that changed everything:

"You know me.... I just love fucking...I always have, and I always will!"

Sean smirked with satisfaction, watching Zara's pretty face for a reaction.

Zara was stopped in her tracks. She tried not to show it, but she was completely confused. How could he know about that, the exact words Zara had uttered only once before, to her husband, in the privacy of their bedroom, just a few weeks ago during a passionate night where she had recounted past sexual experiences.

She began to blush, not just her cheeks but across her chest too. Feelings of betrayal were mixed with a flutter of excitement and butterflies.

"Everything OK guys?" Aoife intervened. "Sean, you must come and speak to this lady about the previous owners of our house, do excuse us, Zara."

Zara stood alone in the garden as the party continued around her, wracking her brains.

How could Sean know those words?! No one could! Marcus would never have told anyone; he was far too discreet and, in any event, did not know Sean well enough for that kind of conversation. There must be something more going on.

Sean had seemed so confident and smug. There was no doubt he had wanted Zara to know what he knew. As her mind worked through all the possibilities. As well as being annoyed at being broad-sided, Zara began to find herself intrigued. Had she been being watched?

Not content with one statement, as Sean and Aoife left the party, his send-off comment to Zara and Marcus was "See you soon!" with a cheeky wink, which left Zara torn somewhere between anger and excitement.

She decided to keep Sean's words to herself while she investigated. On their return home, Zara feigned a headache and undressed in their walk-in wardrobe, climbing into bed in darkness, before lying in bed in silence, her mind racing at the possibilities.

Lying there unable to sleep, as she listened to Marcus's breath fall into the heavy rhythm of sleep, she cast her mind back over all the things that Sean would have witnessed in recent weeks if her suspicion was correct: how she spends her quiet moments alone, using her fingers or toys to pleasure herself when the house is empty; the sounds she makes as she cums; how she makes Marcus watch her play with herself before denying him his release; the detailed descriptions she had given Marcus of how old boyfriends would fuck her; the different ways she's been fingered, licked and fucked; how she swallows every last drop of her husband's cum when she sucks his cock; or the delight she gets from feeling it hit her body, dripping over her curves; the restraints, the whips, the bodice.....

She was overwhelmed with a flutter of excitement and the tingling of her pussy, and lay beside her sleeping husband, annoyed at not having yet figured out the puzzle, and frustrated at being too horny to sleep.

The following morning Zara resolved to track down the source of Sean's intrusion and examined every inch of their bedroom.

Although she had a keen eye for items out of place, not knowing what she was searching for meant that, after half an hour, Zara was no nearer solving the mystery.

Frustrated, Zara sat herself on the cushioned front-edge of the bed and sighed. She looked out across the fields opposite their countryside home and turned her gaze back into the room to the bouquet of fake blue and white flowers standing in a blue metallic glass vase on the dresser opposite the foot of their bed. Between the posies, something glinted in the morning sunlight and Zara moved closer to investigate.

There it was!

Amongst the fake flowers was a small discreet black device, like a miniature, slim, television remote control, with a glass lens directed straight towards her, which must have been the source of Sean's spying.

"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, as she reached for the device hiding in plain sight amongst the flowers.

Not even half out of the vase, Zara hesitated and considered her next move. As much as part of her wanted to stamp on the camera, shattering it into a million pieces, she also was immediately excited by the thought of leaving it in place.

Zara could already feel the effect that being under surveillance was having on her. Carefully she replaced the camera, leaving it secreted amongst the flowers opposite the bed.

It was a warm summer morning and Zara had already thrown open the windows of the upstairs bedrooms to give them some air. On the breeze, she could hear Marcus talking to a neighbour outside.

Slowly, she stepped towards their bedroom door and closely it quietly, taking care to make no sound. Standing in front of the dresser with the vase upon it, Zara released the thin cord wrapping her grey dressing robe around her body.

It fell to the floor and Zara stood completely naked, her amazing breasts rising and falling with her breath, as she posed for her voyeur. Her nipples hardened as the fresh summer breeze swept across her body, every inch of her body on show.

Fixing her gaze on the camera, Zara took a step back and rested her shapely bum on the end of the bed. Leaning backwards and she parted her thighs to show more.

She already knew she was wet, but Zara was taken aback as she slid a finger between her lips to glaze her hardening clit.

"Oh, wow!" she whispered as she looked at her glistening fingers, before returning her gaze to the camera.

She found her favoured spot and eagerly began to circle her clit. Within seconds her pace quickened, and she knew this wasn't going to last long.

Within a minute, Zara came hard, her body jerking intensely as she did so, one hand on her left breast with her erect nipple poking through the gap between her middle and ring fingers, the diamonds in her rings catching the morning sunlight.

Flushed, she lay back on her bed regaining her composure having just cum harder than she could remember. Knowing she was being watched had added an intensifying effect on her pleasure way beyond her expectations.

She was quickly shaken from her warm afterglow by the sound of Marcus banging his way back into the house and up the stairs, and Zara quickly rolled out of bed into the shower, still feeling incredibility wet.

That night, after a bottle of wine shared at home with Marcus, and a full day of thinking about her watcher, Zara was outrageously horny and fit to burst.

She often preferred to take the lead in the bedroom and this evening was no exception.

Once naked and ready for bed, instead of lying next to each other as they normally would, Zara directed Marcus to stand at the foot of their bed to watch her play, illuminated up by the bedside lamp. Dutifully, he did as he was told, but placed himself between the vase and the bed.

"You'll get a much better view if you come around here", Zara suggested, gesturing to the side of the bed.

Marcus obeyed and repositioned himself beside the bed where his beautiful, naked, wife lay. Standing beside the bed with his hard cock standing upright as he enjoyed the show, Marcus had opened a clear line of sight for the camera.

"Touch yourself," Zara instructed, knowing there were two men watching her every move intently.

Marcus obeyed, keeping his eyes on his wife's pretty face and amazing body, as she stared past him. Zara reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table and pulled out her huge, flesh-coloured dildo that she had put there earlier that afternoon.

The sensation of its weight and girth in her hand always surprised her. She briefly took it in her mouth to moisten it, before gently massaging her clit with its large head, before finally sliding it inside herself, stretching her lips wide and filling herself up, exposing herself to her watchers.

"Don't cum!" she ordered Marcus, "I'll be needing you in a minute".

He gently stroked his erect cock, taking care not to over-excite himself, as he watched his wife orgasm delightfully, her pussy audibly squelching as she climaxed.

Zara swiftly positioned herself on all fours on their bed. Unusually, she chose to face the foot, rather than the head of their bed, and whispered to Marcus.

"I really want you to fuck me!"

He needed no second invitation to slide his long cock into her wet embrace, plunging deeper inside her with every thrust.

Zara fixed her gaze on the flowers, scanning the petals until she found the hidden lens. Her hand still gripping her fat dildo, occasionally licking and sucking on it seductively with her eyes on the camera, her moans were muffled as Marcus rammed inside her.

Her magnificent breasts swayed in time to Marcus's thrusts, and Zara reached between her legs and made herself cum again, this time around her husband's cock. Zara stared down the camera for as long as she could before closing her eyes and bowing her head as immense pleasure washed over her and she let out a deep, guttural moan.

Marcus could stand no more and he tipped over the edge, emptying his week-long denied balls into his wife, gushing stream after stream of warm cum into her tight, pulsating pussy.

Zara murmured with pleasure as each wave splashed inside her, before they collapsed in a sweaty heap and kissed tenderly in a bedroom heavily scented with sex, before turning off the bedside light.

Although the camera remained amongst the flowers, it would be a few weeks until Zara and Marcus were next physically in Sean and Aoife's orbit, this time at an organised event at their village pub.

Zara happily chatted away with Sean in a social setting, as if nothing had ever happened, although knowing everything he must now have witnessed always made her wet as she stood beside him.

She was casually dressed, wearing a white T-shirt, the imprint of her bra visible through the material which struggled to contain her ample breasts, and tight blue jeans that clung to her slender legs. On more than one occasion she thought she caught Sean looking at her chest, but she couldn't be sure.

The Irish couple had been away to a far-flung, tropical destination and Sean was showing Zara their holiday pictures, as they chatted amongst the crowded pub, drinks in hand.

He began to scroll through the picture roll on his phone, showing Zara images of turquoise seas, white sandy beaches, and the occasional picture of the good-looking young pair enjoying dinner together.

Zara thought they looked the perfect couple, with their youthful, sun-kissed skin, sunglasses and figure-hugging swimwear and fashionable clothing.

As Sean flicked though the pictures, the pace slowed before he stopped and let the next picture linger.

Zara looked at sight before her on screen in the crowded pub, being shielding from others' view by Sean's body; it was a picture of the largest erect cock Zara had seen in her life.

It was unmistakably Sean's, with his underarm tattoo visible. It was truly a magnificent sight, easily eight inches in length if not more, its large purple head standing proudly, large veins protruding from its tense sinews and Sean's grip around it appearing small in comparison.

Zara's pussy tingled involuntarily.

They made and held eye contact for a few seconds, whilst Zara tried not to look back at the phone. Her willpower failed her, and looking down she caught a final, momentary glimpse.

"Made you look!" Sean quipped, before casually scrolling on through the rest of the holiday pictures, as Zara tried to ignore the aching sensation between her legs as she blushed, taken aback by how brazen Sean had been.

Nothing more was said and shortly afterwards, Marcus and Aoife joined the conversation and they talked with their partners and friends about family, work and holidays, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, although there was a certain image seared into Zara's memory and butterflies in her stomach.

Several more weeks passed without Zara running into Sean in person, however the Irish couple were hosting an early Christmas party, and it was a boozy affair.

Aoife had enjoyed a fair amount of Christmas cheer that afternoon in preparation for the evening.

At one point, still early in proceedings, Zara and Aoife were in the kitchen together popping open another bottle of prosecco when Aoife unexpectedly turned the conversation towards sex, in her uninhibited state.

"Do you and Marcus still do it a lot?" she enquired, slurring slightly, probing whether the fires were still burning for the older couple.

"A bit, yes, maybe a couple of times a week" Zara lied, not wanted to reveal too much about her more-frequent exploits. "We still fancy each other after all" she smiled.

"Interesting....", pondered Aoife, "...We hadn't even been doing it that much in the last couple of years, but over the last few weeks Sean has gone into overdrive and been all over me. I shouldn't complain, it's good, and some of the things he has done to me have been fantastic, but...." her voice tailed off as she reconsidered what she was about to say.

"Go on..." Zara invited.

"Well, the problem is....and it isn't really something a girl should complain about but...", lowering her voice to a hushed tone, "He is just too big down there! It makes everything a test of endurance. I can only get half of it in my mouth for God's sake!" she half-sighed and giggled, the drink having its effect.

Zara blushed; especially given she had more insight into the matter than she really should.

Their moment was broken by revellers intruding to fetch beers from the fridge.

"You'll be fine. Enjoy the attention", Zara advised and squeezed Aoife's hand before she walked back to the living room to find Marcus amongst the partygoers, the stilettos of the sparkly high heels she had paired with her glittery black dress clicking on the tiled floor of the hallway.

Later that evening, Zara excused herself from another dull conversation about village life and tried the downstairs toilet door to find it was occupied.

"Try upstairs", suggested Aoife, noticing Zara from the hallway, "Second door on the left".

"OK, thanks!"

The Irish couple had a house much larger than they needed and eventually Zara found the bathroom.

On her return a few minutes later, as she was making her way across the large landing towards the stairs, she found Sean in her way.

As she went to move past him, he blocked her path. With Zara in heels, they were of similar height, and she could smell his aftershave as they stood together. Hidden from the view of the ground floor as they stood on the landing, Zara could hear the music and conversations coming from below.

"I just had to tell you how much I've been enjoying watching you.... I'm always so fucking hard for you! Thank you put putting on an awesome show," Sean whispered into her ear in a hushed tone, his breath warm against Zara's neck.

Gesturing towards his dark blue jeans, he undid a button and pulled down his zip slowly.

Zara stood in front of him, awaiting his next move.

"I've cum over you so many times over the past few months" he whispered, "I think about you every time I have a wank, every time I fuck my wife

"I know", Zara replied with a smile, relishing the effect she had on the younger, handsome Irishman.

Overwhelmed by excitement and the crackling of sexual tension, he reached inside his underwear and released the largest cock that Zara had ever laid eyes on; bigger even than her first impression from the photo.

"Impressive!" Zara complimented, refusing to break eye-contact.

"What are you going to do with that?"

She could see him twitching and straining in the edge of her field of vision. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly ran a fingernail along the rigid, warm shaft of Sean's cock, watching his emerald-green eyes roll back in his head as she did so.

Casting her mind back to the kitchen conversation with Sean's beautiful young wife, Zara slowly sank to her knees on the plush pile of the carpet, whilst looking up at Sean, her hand gripping his girth, unable to close her fingers fully around him.

Still maintaining eye contact, she ran her tongue around the fat head of his cock, running the tip along the pronounced ridge where its bulging head joined the shaft. Very slowly, Zara wrapped him within her lips and, inch by inch, took his full length inside her mouth and down her throat, until her upper lip was against his taught, muscular torso and her bottom lip rested against his tight balls, which she squeezed tightly in her left hand.

Zara held that position, her right hand wrapped around his back pulling him in close, and Sean could feel the warm breath from her nose on his skin, as her tongue slowly massaged the underside of his thick erection.

She looked up at him, wide-eyed, her big blue eyes watching his every reaction.

He was massive and holding him in her mouth had tested Zara to the limit, but she was determined not to show Sean any signs of her struggle.

After holding that position for what seemed like an eternity to Zara, and with the beat of the Christmas party music coming from below, Zara slowly reversed her position and withdrew his cock from her warm embrace, enjoying the sensation of his straining shaft as it passed over her tongue, teeth, and lips.

A long string of saliva attached itself between the head of his cock and her mouth and it lingered for several seconds before falling to the floor between them.

Holding his massive cock in her hand, Zara rose to her feet and leant in and whispered, "That's all you'll ever get from me".

Sean drank in the scent of her perfume and the smell of her shampoo in her hair, and reached out a hand towards her dress, seeking to search beneath it, but Zara caught his hand firmly before gently pushing it aside.

"You can look, Sean, but you don't get to touch!"

In that moment, Zara had thought a hundred different thoughts: how it might have felt if Sean had explosively unloaded his tight balls whilst she held him in her mouth; whether she could have swallowed every last drop of warm cum he had for her, given his immense size and obvious excitement; where his hands might have ended up if she had let him touch her under her dress; what it might have felt like for her soaked pussy lips to be stretched wider than ever before as he slid that huge dick inside her, had they darted into an upstairs bedroom.

But that wasn't Zara.

She would never go further without telling Marcus. From their previous discussions, she was certain he would be outrageously turned-on hearing about these events, and would very likely have encouraged them, but there was a limit to what Zara would do without bringing him into the fold.

Zara didn't at all mind that the consequence of her respecting her self-imposed boundaries was to leave Sean standing before her, with a massive erection still glistening from her saliva, slowly fading away on the landing.

With that, Zara returned downstairs to the party, looking back over her shoulder as she did for one last look at the biggest cock she might ever see in her life, to which she blew an imaginary kiss from her moist lips, as she disappeared for view.

A couple of minutes later, when Zara saw Sean re-enter the living room, she made sure that he noticed as she leant in and kissed her husband deeply as they sat together on the sofa, with her tongue forcing itself into his mouth.

Marcus was initially taken back by the aggressive kiss but responded likewise, before pulling away to take in the view of his wife.

"Mmmm....", he whispered, "...I can't wait to get you home", words that gave Zara's dripping wet pussy a further tingle of excitement.

As she sat beside Marcus on the sofa and held his hand in hers as they chatted with other partygoers, Zara could only wonder if Marcus had been able to taste Sean on her mouth when they'd kissed.

Zara struggled to focus on idle conversations for the rest of the evening, as stories of Holiday plans went in one ear and out the other; she was overwhelmed by horniness. She wondered whether Sean had taken himself to a secluded spot, touched himself, and made himself cum after their encounter upstairs. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, and she could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter, churning over the events earlier that evening and those of previous weeks.

It was too much to bear. She felt fit to burst.

Excusing herself from a conversation, Zara moved swiftly to the Irish couple's downstairs toilet and locked the door behind her.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see how flushed her cheeks and chest were. She liked what she saw. Her hair was shiny and glossy and had stayed as she'd styled it earlier, her make-up subtle but accentuating her big blue eyes, and her party dress showed of her boobs beautifully. She blew a breath across her chest in a vain attempt to cool down, but she knew it was no use.

There was only one way out of her predicament.

Zara hitched up her sparkly black dress to reveal electric blue underwear, the ones that drive Marcus crazy. With her back to the door, Zara slid her undies off, wiggling her hips and letting the material slide down her silky legs and over her heels. Once off, she lay herself down, the cold, tiled floor cooling her bare bum. Her hand found the blue silk underwear loose on the floor as she rested her head against the door. She spread her knees wide, keeping her shoes together.

She could feel her wetness running out over her bum already. She pushed the underwear inside herself, until half the delicate lace material was hidden, before her right index finger found its home, pressed against her hard, erect clit, demanding to be caressed. Impatiently, Zara began to play in earnest, circling her clit and biting her lip.

Almost immediately, her orgasm was upon her, and she gripped her chest, holding her breath and pressing her lips firmly together to stop an almighty groan from escaping as she orgasmed, quickly and so, so hard, her pussy soaking the electric blue panties inside her.

Zara rested for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her heart racing.

"Oh-my-god!" she whispered as she exhaled.

She gently pulled the underwear out of her pussy, taking time to savour the sensation that every pull of the material had on her insides until they were finally out of her, half-drenched through.

She felt so much better for her release, and refocussed, she intended to rejoin the party. She gripped the damp underwear tightly in her right fist as she left the toilet, smiling at the grey-haired lady who had been waiting patiently at the door.

She knew Sean's office was by the front door and Zara darted in there unnoticed and took a quick look around. Opening the top drawer of his desk, Zara placed her underwear inside before slowly closing it, checking no one had seen her.

As they walked home later that night in the crisp, frosty air of their tranquil village, Zara pulled Marcus in for a kiss at a dimly lit spot at the bottom of their lane.

As they kissed, Marcus's hands explored the contours of the little black dress Zara had been wearing and, to his surprise, found no outline of underwear on her hips or shapely bum.

Encouraged, he ran his right hand under Zara's dress and found a cold, bare bum cheek to squeeze.

"Took off your undies, did you?"

"Never had any on!" Zara lied, kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth before taking his hand in hers and turning for home.

Despite the thrill and excitement of being under Sean's gaze in her most private moments, as time had passed, Zara began to feel of bring the curtain down on her watcher, although she was still grappling with whether, and how, to tell Marcus about the last few months.

Finally, she resolved to conclude matters, but not before one final show.

Zara had the luxury of a single day of the working week when she was not required at the bookshop.

With her husband working in London and the children at school, Zara had the liberty to do whatever she wanted. She would often take advantage of that freedom to touch herself in various places around the family home, upstairs, downstairs, or in the garden, sometimes it was a quick and efficient play to get tension out of her system. On other days it was a slow, lingering experience using her favourite toys, building up to an almighty release.

Zara was in the mood for the latter this week, and on her return to their quiet, countryside home had taken herself upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Marcus and stripped off her clothes, keeping the windows and curtains open.

Perched on the end of the bed, her curvaceous body looking amazing, she calmly addressed the secret spy's camera.

"This is the last time I am doing this, so I we had better make it a good one!"

She wondered whether Sean was watching in real time, sat in his office, supposedly working his IT job from home. Or whether he would have to catch up on a recording later that evening or beyond, perhaps whilst Aoife was on one of her countryside runs and he had time to release that monster cock from his trousers again, playing with it in both hands.

Zara reached forward and pulled the small black device from its vantage point in the vase.

"Time for a close-up!" she quipped as she moved to the king-size marital bed and lay back on the floral bedsheets, shifting the plentiful cushions underneath her naked back so that she was comfortable and tilted up just a little.

Zara nervously began, "It feels strange talking to a camera.... where do I start?"

As she began to speak, words came more easily.

"I've really enjoyed how being watched has made my pussy feel. I am so wet all the time. I like knowing that you've enjoyed watching me, and watching us, and I often wonder what you've been thinking about and doing to yourself, and to Aoife."

Zara continued, "I like to think about where you've imagined yourself cumming on me, Sean. I bet you've thought about it too. Would you like to cum on my tits?"

Zara moved the camera to give him a close up, moving it slowly over the contours of her chest, squeezing her breast with her free left hand, showing him the erect nipples that the excitement of being watched by a fit, younger man with a trophy wife of his own had created.

"What about my tummy? Have you imagined cumming there?"

Rolling over, she showed off her pale, rounded bum, with a cute crease between her upper thighs that Marcus loved to lick and kiss.

"How about here? I bet you've imagined covering my bum with a big load from those tight balls too, haven't you?" Zara purred.

Rolling back to her starting position, she lay with her legs straight out in front of her, pointed down the bed.

"How about here?"

She moved the camera, so it was so close to the mound of her bald, aching pussy.

She always kept herself that way to feel every sensation when she touched herself or Marcus explored her with his mouth. Her skin there was pale in comparison to her stomach and thighs.

"I bet it would look great, watching you play with yourself over me just there. Or would you prefer to see me like this...?"

Zara opened her legs and as her pussy lips parted just a little, she knew Sean would be able to see how wet she was as she filmed with the secret camera.

Using her free hand, she parted her lips wider still, exposing herself more.

"I've thought about what it would feel like to have your cock inside me when I cum, filling me up, it must feel amazing to be so full... you must have thought about this too, Sean." she purred.

Her mind turned to the memory of the recent party, "I bet you've found them by now, but if you haven't, there is a pair of my favourite undies in the top right drawer of your desk. I came with them inside me when I touched myself in your house at Christmas... you didn't know I did that, did you?! I just couldn't help myself, after our little meeting......" Zara winked and smiled to herself.

"I want you to put them in your mouth, touch yourself and cum for me."

Keeping the camera focused between her legs, Zara started to play with her clit, finding it so slippery from the wetness between her legs.

She imagined Marcus standing at the end of the bed watching too, his hard cock in his hand as he played over the sight of his beautiful wife entertaining another man.

Zara knew he would get a huge thrill out of that.

She imagined Sean's bigger, thicker, throbbing cock again.

She recalled how it had felt in her mouth, how she had enjoyed falling to her knees in front of it, before completing the challenge Aoife had inadvertently set in motion.

She imagined Sean playing over her, his rippled six-pack tense with excitement and the veins bulging in his tattooed bicep as he stroked himself, his piercing green eyes fixed on her body.

Her orgasm started to build, and as she began to climax, she moved the camera back to her face.

"Do you imagine having this view as you fuck me? Would you be gentle? Or would you fuck me hard?" she asked, knowing there was only one answer, her voice now strained under the pressure of her excitement.

"Oh god, I really want you inside me."

With that, Zara slid the slender device inside her pussy and came instantly, loudly, ensuring Sean would be able to hear her moans of pleasure from inside her.

Zara shuddered uncontrollably. She couldn't ever recall her body shaking like that, her calves looking so tense, her pussy gushed, leaving a wet mark on the sheets and her fingers stickier than ever.

She lay there recovering her composure for a few minutes, still idly fucking herself with the slim camera, enjoying the sensations it provided even though it was so small, listening to the noises coming from her pussy, and smiled to herself knowing how much Marcus would have enjoyed the acoustics.

Finally, she withdrew the camera and moved it back up to her face. It was covered in her pussy juices, glistening in the light pouring from the open bedroom windows.

"I hope you enjoyed that last one as much as I did!"

Zara blew a kiss down the lens.

There was a small switch on the back of the device that Zara clicked to "Off." She had thought about disposing of the device or smashing it with a hammer from the garage.

Instead, she got up from her bed and secreted it at the back of the drawer containing her varied, colourful lace underwear, in the unit the blue vase and fake flowers sat upon.

Zara had no idea how she was going to tell Marcus about the events of the last few weeks and months. It seemed an impossible task, but it was a story she had to confess. She wished he would understand and embrace the excitement of the events.

She hoped he would get hard when hearing about Zara's exploits and that he would tell her he loved her more now than ever.

Thinking over the experiences made Zara feel incredibly horny even now, but she just didn't know how she could adequately explain herself face-to-face and whilst also describing how amazing she had felt being desired and admired from afar.

So, one drizzly Tuesday lunchtime, Zara made herself a Nespresso coffee in a glass mug and, with Daytime TV on in the background, sat at her laptop in the kitchen of their family home, looking into the middle distance through the patio windows towards their garden. Her fingers rested on the keyboard and, as she noticed the large diamond in her engagement ring glinting in the interior lighting, she began to type:

"Mmmm, that was a good one!"

I was in the Hotel lobby with a friend of mine, we were sitting down and i noticed a sexy man who was way older then me... I kept looking at him, i think he noticed and he sat down near me. We had a conversation and he was turned me on. I was ready to initiate a move but i was too shy.. I still regret it till this day.

DON'T START HERE! Start at the Prologue. See the "Welcome" post pinned to the top of my profiIe for Iinks!

Teachers and 18yo seniors abducted and forced into extreme sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Kind of a choose your own adventure. Inspired by the anime "Euphoria", the book "Battle Royal", the show "Squid Game", and more.

In this one... his choice is greedy, driven by lust for multiple women from previous chapters. Includes Melina the thin Hispanic, Dani the sandy-haired childish girl, Brooklyn the short black girl, Violet the tall lanky ‘alt girl’, and Mrs. Laurent the plump blonde teacher. Game is musical chairs in the music room, with mechanical hanging contraption.

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

WARNINGS / KINKS

-Non-con, Violence, Maledom, Sadism, Torture

-Gross Smells/Tastes, Bodily Fluids, Sweat

-Bondage, Ropes, Suspension

-Electrocution

-Blood

-Piss

-Strangling, Unconscious

-Analingus, anal play

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How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :

• Start at the Prologue (Begin Game)
• Then read one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)
• Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)
• Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)
• Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square)
• Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books)

See the "Welcome" post pinned to the top of my profiIe to keep track of Iinks.

More to come! Enjoy!

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Musical Chairs - part 2 of 2

The next few minutes, I watch in awe as Melina does exactly as I command. The humiliating labor seems to satisfy the game’s requirement for performing sexual activity, staving off more electric punishment. I have my untied Hispanic teen rush about the room, resetting the three remaining women, getting them moving as I start up the classical music once more. Then I have her hurry back to me while I remain sitting in my chair --- my throne --- getting on her knees alongside her classmate Dani. Sweat drips down my balls as the two females crawl over to me. I unmute the smaller girl so we can hear her soft crying.

Two high school girls have their pretty little blindfolded faces between my legs! One sobbing, one stoic. I lounge in my chair, hands free to focus on my remote, muting and unmuting myself with Melina to secretly instruct her as needed.  

Melina holds Dani by the back of her head, tries to calm her with soft words of encouragement, telling the petite schoolgirl how this is the only way  they can stop the shock collars from going off. She coaxes Dani’s mouth open, cute braces glimmering. Then I feel the caress of Dani’s sticky lips, wet tongue, hot breath, and Melina’s hand wrapping around the base of my dick to hold it steady. Dani squeals and reels back, but Melina smushes the girl’s howling mouth right back onto my pulsing erection. With fistfuls of Dani’s sandy brown hair, Melina wrestles her smaller classmate’s little lips down over my cock! She’s careful not to let the girl hurt me, for fear of losing the alliance she’s cultivated. Dani gags at the taste. A generous amount of Melina’s cunt-juice still coats my penis, as well as some remaining juice and blood from Dani herself before that. The poor teen is forced to fill her mouth with it all, my glans sliding between tongue and roof of mouth. Staccato coughs and yelping vocals add exciting vibrations to the experience. I see my shaft disappearing and reappearing slowly and repeatedly between her trembling lips.

And only when the horrible slime coating my cock is cleaned off by the struggling girl, Melina herself joins in. Her movements are much more deliberate, tongue lapping at my shaft as she continues bobbing Dani up and down. The sounds are amplified in my headphones --- a composition of slurping, strained breathing, occasional grunts or coughs, sniffling noses.

I lean back and relax, alternating between watching the girls at my crotch and watching the muted ones walking around the chairs ahead of me. Brooklyn, Violet, and Mrs. Laurent stumble endlessly around in a circle to the music, oblivious to what I’m doing nearby. Before this island, I barely knew  most of these ladies, couldn’t imagine even asking them out to a school dance, had to sneak glances at them in class or passing them in hallways. Now  look at them all! Slurping on my cock! Walking around naked in some perverted version of a chiIdren’s game!

After a few unnecessary minutes of this entertainment, I use the remote to allow everyone to listen to the walking girls. Then I stop the music.

Brooklyn and Violet are already in their chairs before Stephanie even realizes what’s happening. The teacher howls for help as her rope begins reeling her upward. Though not exactly a fat  woman, Stephanie is chubby enough to really jiggle when she thrashes this much! Her big heavy breasts sway and bounce as she hops on tiptoes in a pathetic attempt to escape the pull of the rope. And then those toes leave the floor, footloose and kicking, chunky thighs and large ass rippling with lewd motion. I wonder if the woman even looked this vulnerable, this pained  when she gave birth. Pale skin with a sheen of sweat. Chest and face flushed red with exertion. And raunchy glimpses of her cunt between those thighs as she flails. God, I can’t help myself. I’m hot for teacher. I need a taste!

I stand and walk over, with Melina and Dani scrambling to follow, desperate to keep their faces at my cock to avoid electrocution. Face to face with the blonde teacher learning to fly before my eyes, I reach out and begin brazenly indulging in her helpless body. Stephanie’s sounds intensify in our ears, though her voice is half-choked by the rope. Her arms tied behind her lower back are already going purple from the strain of her weight. I pay no mind to her discomfort however, too busy enjoying myself at her expense. I would say whoever this lady’s husband is is a lucky man, but I doubt he gets to do half the things I  get to do with her here.

Mrs. Laurent is a couple feet off the floor as my hands reach up to grasp her fat tits. Soft flesh spills out between my fingers and around the remote in my hand as I dig into her boobs with uncaring aggression. Tiny nipples, wide areolas, everything pale and pink.

When the woman kicks forward at me, I simply catch her legs and kiss her pudgy belly, working my way down her body. Meanwhile Melina is guiding Dani to my cock again, both doing their best to hunch down and avoid the swinging feet above them. They kneel at my feet, obedient schoolgirls getting back to work even as I’m preoccupied with their hanging teacher. I feel the heavenly warmth of Melina’s mouth engulf my throbbing dick, while she pushes little Dani’s button nose down under my balls to nuzzle around. This is fucking insane! They don’t even need to be told anymore! Two teens just constantly pleasuring me, while I don’t even pay attention to them, my hands free to explore elsewhere!

Mrs. Laurent gurgles above me, the ropes cutting off air and circulation as she’s raised ever upward. She’s heavier than the petite high school seniors that got hung before her, so the suspension has a much worse effect. Her legs do anything they can to alleviate the pressure. So when her crotch is about eye-level with me, she instinctively stops kicking and starts wrapping her legs over my shoulders for leverage to lift against gravity. Soon I have my hot teacher’s thick pale thighs pressed on either side of my head, trying to sit on my shoulders, entire body quaking with desperation and pain.

My nose nestles into the small well-groomed patch of pubic hair on her puffy mound, and I inhale her musky scent. Smooth-shaven and inviting everywhere else, my lips go to her pussy -lips. My tongue stabs into the center just as I feel Melina’s  tongue swirling around my cock down below. Stephanie’s cunt parts easily, unlike all the tight inexperienced teens in the room. Her flavor fills my mouth --- a bit sour, mature, delicious. My hands squeeze up under her big ass cheeks, helping to hold her up on my shoulders. Her plump thighs tighten painfully around my head, smothering me in the heat of her crotch. She must feel equal parts panic from suffocation mixed with utter humiliation from feeling an unknown student defiling her privates. I snarl and slurp until I’ve had my fill of her and the pain outweighs the pleasure. Then I wrench the woman’s clenching legs off me and let her swing freely again.

Mrs. Laurent chokes, the full weight of her body digging into her pale flesh, up under those indecently large breasts. Her arms are purple behind her back. Her mouth foams from the noose strangling her neck. Her legs kick hopelessly. And then her movements slow… She’s passing out!

The poor teacher fades to black, her toes curling with cramps, her mouth bubbling with spit and letting out an unattractive snoring sound. I stare in awe, finding myself wondering how on earth this could all be allowed to continue. What’s the point of these ungodly illegal games?

I’m lost in thought when the levee breaks, and suddenly I’m watching piss trickling down Mrs. Laurent’s inner thighs! Maybe she had been holding her bladder this whole time. Maybe all the anxiety made her have to pee. Maybe all my licking worked it up. I retreat in disgust, a laugh escaping me from the absolute madness of this whole experience. Piss sputters out from her puffy slit, sprinkling down all over the carpet below. Dani and Melina get their backs sprayed a bit before I’m able to yank them out of the danger zone by their leashes.

I can’t help but continue to chuckle at the ludicrous sight, even as I grab Dani by her sandy brown curls and shove my raging rod deep in her gullet. I groan, my cock swelling to its maximum, my tip barging straight to the back of the petite Italian teen’s warm throat in one harsh thrust.

My head spins from the symphony of destruction all around me. I’m entranced by the sight of my blacked-out teacher hanging there twitching and leaking pee all down her legs and feet. The elegant Hispanic girl Melina is helping to hold little Dani’s jaw open wide so I can plunge my cock into her mouth without risk of her teeth biting down. Melina’s clearly just thankful I didn’t pick her  to skull-fuck. And nearby, this whole time Violet and Brooklyn have been sitting on the remaining two chairs, sobbing, forced to listen to all the repugnant things happening to their teacher and classmates.

It’s all too much. Finally pushed over the edge, I let myself release. My fingers dig into Dani’s scalp, my muscles going rigid. I’m in too deep, and I try to keep her braces from scraping the base of my cock. I exhale, my vision blurred, and I send streams of hot white slime shooting down my classmate’s throat. She squeaks, tries to pull away, but Melina and I hold her steady as I empty my balls. The poor girl freaks out, tries to swallow, chokes on my dick, and begins coughing wildly. Comfortably numb, I look down to see globs of white jizz shooting out Dani’s button nose like snot!

Post-nut clarity hits me suddenly, and I realize the danger Stephanie’s in! I push Dani off my cock, letting her fall onto her side, coughing and spewing my cum. I raise the remote and hit the release on Mrs. Laurent’s rope. The thick blonde thumps hard to the floor, a limp and sweaty wreck. To my relief, she slowly regains consciousness a moment later. Jesus Christ, where is my mind? I nearly killed the poor woman! I can’t keep taking things so far!

But my concern wanes when the teacher gasps back to life and immediately begins panicking annoyingly. Forgetting where she is, awaking to a blindfolded land of confusion and pain, naked and bound and covered in her own piss --- it’s no wonder she begins keening hysterically.

Then Dani joins in on the roaring chorus. Left alone a bit too long, the girl’s collar has started electrocuting her relentlessly.

I mute the insufferable women, isolating myself with Melina. I command her casually, “Shut them up, will you? The screen is showing me something. Here, you can speak to them.”

Unmuting all the women to each other, but leaving the noisy ones muted to me, I pull up a seat and sink into it with a sigh of fatigue. New instructions are being displayed for me to read. But my eyes keep flicking over to the naked distractions occurring nearby.

Melina has to rush back and forth between Stephanie and Dani to save them from their respective shocks. She feels around blindly, finding the teacher writhing on the floor in a wet heap. Then Melina reaches out with a reluctant look of distaste distorting her pretty face.

Mrs. Laurent settles from her screaming torture only to then feel fingers fumbling at her breasts and genitals. She still seems confused about where she is, recoiling instinctively, trying to kick her unseen molester away. But as soon as she pushes Melina back, the collar activates again.

I hear Melina trying to calm Stephanie, her hands returning to squeeze at big pale tits and glide up and down the woman’s sweaty side and hips. The teacher sobs but starts to listen to the girl reassuring her that this is ‘the only way to stop the shocks’.

All this while Dani spasms from her own unending electrocution several feet away from them, waiting for Melina to return and relieve her. My dutiful servant does her best, scurrying between the two in a futile dash to touch them both, rescue them from their cruel treatment. But when she leaves one, the other starts to ride the lightning, convulsing with pain. It’s disturbing, comical, and arousing all at the same time.

My eyes return to the TV. And my jaw drops as I read the preposterous new rule. I can save the females from further electrocution, save them from continuous violation and rape. I just have to… Holy shit, really?

A couple minutes later, I return to Melina, who has finally managed to wrangle the two screaming women, dragging Dani over by her leash to lie next to Stephanie. This allows Melina to kneel over both and grope them simultaneously, stopping both their collars.

I crouch behind Melina, getting my face right next to hers and gripping a handful of her silky dark hair. I wrench her head back, her blindfolded face pointing up at me, her sexy mouth gasping from the sudden pull. Isolating our audio again, I plant a gentle kiss on her cheek and inhale her feminine scent, “Took you long enough to get a handle on things. You sure you want to help me?”

The half-Mexican teen shudders and nods frantically, “Ah! I’m s-sorry! Please, yes I can do better!” Her expression says it all. It seems Melina has realized the twisted games themselves  aren’t exactly the worst thing about this island, that whoever this guy from her school is, he’s enjoying himself.  This king of pain is perfectly fine with torturing innocent women for his own sick pleasure. He’ll prolong the games, make things worse than they need to be. For her own safety, she wants to stay in his favor.

“Good girl. Now here’s what you’re going to do…”

Melina’s breathing seems to quicken nervously as I explain, my fingers working the remote. New ropes descend from the huge carousel above, right where the three eliminated females’ ropes had been. On the end of each new rope dangles a strange rounded metal hook. Each hangs ever so slightly at different heights --- lower where the shorter Dani had stood, higher where the taller Stephanie and Melina had been.

I set the headphones so that all five females can hear and speak to each other, I can hear them all, and only Melina can hear me.

I have Melina start with Mrs. Laurent, standing the trembling teacher up and positioning her exactly where she had stood at the start of this entire game around the circle of chairs. Little Dani is made to tag along like a puppy at Melina’s heels.

In the center, Brooklyn and Violet still sit waiting after winning the previous round, both jittery and confused about the bizarre new events taking place around them.

Melina does her best to hold Stephanie still, hand gripping the rope binding the thick blonde teacher’s arms behind her back. Dani is shoved onto her knees behind the standing teacher. I pace around them, supervising my little helper, dick stiffening in my hand at the sight of Melina struggling with the two ladies. She’s trying to convince them to cooperate, “No Dani-- no it has to be you. Just-- come on, just stick out your tongue or they’ll shock us all again.”

Melina tries to carefully break the news to the rest of them, that the metal objects dangling on the end of the new ropes coming from the wheel contraption above… are anal hooks. Each is brass-colored just like some of the musical instruments in the corner of the room. Each shaped like a big fishhook, except instead of a sharp end there’s a metal ball tip. They have to be inserted in the eliminated females’ anuses! The ropes hang at the perfect height to allow insertion while standing. The ladies can then walk around hooked on the ends of the ropes, which will count as constant sexual activity and save them from electrocution.

Though feisty, Melina’s a thin and relatively weak teenager, unable to wrestle with the two other struggling ladies. “No-- fuck-- just stay-- stay here -- We have to do this! Gah! ” Melina looks around blindly for me, panting, clearly in need of my help. “Hey, um-- Hey I can’t do it. She won’t stop moving.” I sigh and step forward, grabbing a fistful of Mrs. Laurent’s blonde hair to control her.

I’m rough and impatient, slapping my teacher’s face when she protests. Lifting her hair, I stand her upright, then get face to face with the 31-year-old beauty. I pull her sweaty skin against me in a tight hug, kissing her cheek, down her hot neck covered in shock collar and choke marks. I smell her bright and flowery scent, pleasant despite her perspiration. My free hand kneads into a fat tit, then down to enjoy the feel of her fuzz, her clammy cunt-lips, the slickness up inside her clenching hole. Then my arm wraps around her lower back to hold her to me when she starts thrashing.

Meanwhile around the back, Melina makes poor Dani do the dirty work of prepping between our teacher’s humid butt cheeks. Squeals become muffled grunts as Dani’s mouth is forced onto the nasty asshole. No lube had been provided, so I figured Melina could use our classmate instead, put her whiny mouth to better use. The barely legal teen barely holds back from vomiting as her tongue is made to lap up and down the older woman’s pink ass crack, coating the wrinkled sphincter in plenty of saliva. Then, hook in mouth, the teen lathers up the metal ball-tip too.

I hug the Stephanie’s midsection and hair tightly, lifting her onto her tiptoes to allow Melina to begin prodding the anal hook at her backdoor. Even after emptying my balls not that long ago, my erection is at full-mast again, jabbing against the plump lady’s groin and thighs as we all struggle together. I breathe my teacher’s pain as she exhales hot screams of agony, her mouth inches from my face. The pitch of her voice shoots up with a sudden fluttering tremor that tells me it’s in.

I let go and step back to watch the woman stagger on her tiptoes, wincing, sheer terror on her face, “Oh! Oh God! N-no get it out!” She struggles to stand, unable to put her heels fully down on the carpet, arms still behind her back. One false move and she’ll fall, she’ll be raining blood from a torn asshole.

A chuckle of disbelief escapes me, my hand cranking wildly at my cock. I race around to admire our handiwork, bending down to plant kisses on Stephanie’s big damp butt cheeks, spreading them, giving her a spank. The brass hook sticks out from her stretched anus, the ball fully enclosed within my teacher! A trickle of saliva mixed with blood trails down her taint and inner thigh. Clearly Mrs. Laurent is very inexperienced with ‘butt stuff’. She might have never put anything in this hole in her life! To think, we might’ve just taken this woman’s anal virginity!

Dani tries to run when we start on her  next. I shake my head. Where would she even go? I nonchalantly catch her leash, whipping the poor teen back by the throat. A loud coughing fit follows, with me manhandling the petite high schooler and holding her up for Melina. Dani can only wiggle in my arms as we work on her.

I tell Melina that she’ll have to get this one lubed up herself this time. Her surprised and disgusted expression is priceless. At first she begs me not to make her. I don’t reply. She hesitates, considering her options. She decides to simply spit in her hand rather than sully her mouth with such a foul place, wiping the saliva up and down Dani’s ass crack. It’s much less effective than what we made Dani to to Stephanie, her butthole not nearly as prepared for what’s to come. I smirk watching the silent look of shame on Melina’s pretty face. I’m not the only one here willing to make immoral decisions for my own benefit. She’s so willing to put herself before the other girl’s well-being.

Dani flails so hard I have to lift her over my shoulder and tightly bear-hug her legs to keep her from kicking Melina. The screams are obnoxious, but soon Melina works the metal ball into her classmate’s unwilling little shitter. I set the teen down and watch as she whimpers and stumbles pathetically. She bleeds more than the teacher had, knees trembling from the intense pain. Her exposed chest rises and falls rapidly as she starts to hyperventilate. Melina has to comfort the poor girl for a minute before getting Violet and Brooklyn up and resetting for the final round.

I use the remote to resume the music, caressing Melina gently to keep her from getting electrocuted, and my eyes are glued to the spectacle before us.

All four females shamble slowly onward in an endless circle around a single remaining chair. The smallest teen and the chunky teacher are forced to walk even though they’ve already lost.

Bloody assholes are impaled with metal hooks that pull them up onto tiptoes. Mrs. Laurent tries to free herself a couple times, but the rope is just high enough that she can’t manage to unhook herself up off it. She bends forward into a deep bow, even tries hopping off painfully, to no avail. Dani is less daring, only managing to take tiny baby steps forward, bleeding and crying continuously. It’s a bit ironic --- they couldn’t sit down fast enough to stay in the game of musical chairs, and now they won’t be sitting down on these butts comfortably for weeks.  

In the center of it all, that last chair awaits one final naked teen. Will it be Brooklyn? I gaze at the dark-skinned beauty, body sparkling with a soft sheen of sweat. That nice substantial ass jiggling ever so slightly with every step. Or will it be Violet? I watch the tall ‘edgy’ alt-girl stumbling along awkwardly, blindfolded face darting around listening anxiously for any change in the music. Her slender pale figure makes my head thrum with longing. Who will join this black parade of desecrated women walking endlessly around us?

I press the button. The music stops. And Brooklyn is the one left squealing, her almond-colored body lifting upward, her feet kicking around like an animal caught in a snare. Melina runs her hands up and down my body as I step forward to enjoy myself with the suspended black teenager.

* * *

It’s a sensory experience unlike any other. The smell of women is ripe in the air --- girly fragrances, pussy, and the subtle musk of sweat. The sounds of heavy breathing and Mozart ring in my ears. Grunting, whimpering, sobbing. It’s the most unusual harmony. The feel of damp teenage flesh slides on my body, the heat making me crazy. Salty sweetness fills my mouth as I suckle at a tiny sweaty breast, my teeth making the nipple erect. And the sights… Christ this is incredible!

I sit lazily slouched in the final remaining seat. Violet Germain, the winner of this depraved game of musical chairs, gets her prize. We force the sexy metalhead chick to straddle my lap, her nearly-flat tits brushing against my face. Still blindfolded, slender arms still bound behind the small of her back. Melina stands behind the little witchy woman, begrudgingly helping to hold her classmate on me, thrusting the pale teen’s hips up and down repeatedly. Violet’s violated little vagina squeezes tightly on my cock with every violent movement. She’s compact, shallow, my tip punching up at her cervix. With Melina doing all the work, my hands are free to feel around the back, play with her perky little butt, tug on the big metal anal hook stuck up her asshole. We’d detached the object from her rope, forced it up her hole, left it to dangle. Whenever I touch it, her whole body tenses, her pussy muscles flinching, contracting nicely on my cock.

And all around us, the other three females march in a circle, an obscene waltz of naked flesh. They whimper in misery, their faces wet with tears and running makeup. Brooklyn, Dani, and Mrs. Laurent, all staggering on tiptoes, arms still tied behind backs, tits on full display. Each has a brass anal hook in their butt attached to the end of ropes going up to the giant wheel contraption above. A merry-go-round of objectified women from my school. The game is over, and yet I force them to continue dancing around me to the classical music in our headphones, all for my own amusement.

“Again, you may now choose how the females are rewarded for completing the game. Select an option on the screen.” The Announcer calmly repeats her final instructions, speaking only in my headphones, none of the girls able to hear. Shit, I wasn’t listening the first time --- it’s hard to concentrate with Violet’s body all over me like this.

“Option 1: Leave the room immediately and return to your quarters. All five female participants will receive just one of the ten completed games needed to leave the island.” So Violet gets no extra reward for winning the game, but the nightmare ends for them all finally.

I reach out as Brooklyn hobbles past me. The lovely black teen gasps as I grasp her juicy ass, the metal hook sending a shock wave of pain through her body as she stumbles.

“Or Option 2: The winning female will receive two of the ten completed games needed to leave the island, and the other four females will receive one. You must then reset the room and begin the game from the beginning. This option can be chosen as many times as you like.” Whoa, so I can keep playing this game over and over if I want? I could get these girls off this island today  if I really tried. That’s the right thing  to do, isn’t it?

It’s like the Announcer is toying with my very soul. My ears ring with an orchestra of exhausted women and classical piano as I decide how this song ends. Should I stay or should I go?

To be continued in Level 6.

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Me and my girlfriend Macy have been together over a year now. I am afraid a recent development in our relationship may have been born out of manipulation and I’m hoping to get some perspective on it. But at the same time, it's super hot to me.

Awhile back, there were some signs that she may have cheated. There were other good signs, but I remember one night on a “girls night out” she came home and something was off. She immediately rushed to the shower, without greeting me, almost as if she didn’t want me to notice. I saw her face however, and for some reason her red lipstick was smeared all over her face, cheeks, and a bit on her nose. After her shower, I also noticed she soaked her panties in the sink. This on top of other things put me off, but I never actually did anything about it because I was so unsure.

Then, about a month later, something else changed. Me and her had a pretty normal sex life, but one night she showed me porn that she wanted to try. It was a sex gif, and it had a cuckold caption. She told me she wanted to try that position, and to just ignore the caption. It was no big deal at the time and I obliged, but the cuckold porn kept coming. There’s a much longer story here, but it’s clear that she was conditioning me to be more and more favorable to cuckold content over time.

Surprisingly, it worked. We kept towing that line, getting further and further, and eventually I started to like the idea more and more. She bought me a fleshlight, and herself a dildo, and I would fuck my fleshlight while she used the dildo on herself. Eventually, we were full on entertaining the cuckold topic. She would use the dildo and moan other mens names while I would watch. We had cuckolding pornstars and videos we would frequent together and masterbate to. One night, she was jerking me off, and started asking me if I wanted to see her get fucked. I was super horny, so I was playing around with the idea. She started edging me, teasing the tip with her fingers and tongue. She then said “say you want to watch me get fucked by a bigger dick”. I was losing my mind at this point, so I said it, and then she let me explode in her mouth. 

After that night, we started having serious discussions about it. I said I was willing to let her, but I didn’t know how to find someone. She immediately had an idea for a person. She said she has a friend who cuckolds her boyfriend, and that they have a “professional bull”, and that we could ask him. I felt immediately intimidated hearing about him. It set me off knowing this was a pro, and he fucks other mens girls regularly. I was also put off that my girlfriend knew about a guy like this and never mentioned him until now. However I was curious about him at the same time.

I wanted to know how much Macy knew about him. She played dumb, saying she’s only heard about him once, but she can ask her friend for details. I told her fine. Over the next few days, I got to know about him better. He’s a 33 year old man named Justin, pretty wealthy, tall, good looking, and apparently…well endowed. I got to see picture of him and stuff, and yeah, he seemed like the type of guy who women love. This was reinforced by my girlfriend’s reaction to him. To put it bluntly, I could tell she wanted to fuck him… After her practically harassing me about it, plus her constant attempts to sexually frustrate me, I said we could hookup with him.

We got in contact with him. I got to text him, and eventually talk on the phone with him. He seemed like a good guy to start with. He seemed to pretty clearly understand my worries and fears, and reassured me about making my first time as comfortable as possible for us. I felt much better after talking to him, and at this point, I was ready. It was a bizarre experience to formally ask another man to plow my girlfriend lol, but there I was. We agreed to a threesome, and made it official. 

Finally, it happened. Two weeks ago, Justin came over to our house. We hadn’t planned to do much other than sex, but we at least had some basic food and drinks around. I was so nervous, yet at the same time Macy and I were so horny. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other waiting for him. When he finally got here, my stomach sank. Seeing him in person was different. He had such an unbelievable presence to him. Considering the situation, I was super timid to actually face him, yet at the same time, me and Macy were glued to him. Maybe it was just the situation going to my head, but he had such a magnetic aura. He tried to talk to us a bit, but me and her were just in awe of him, waiting to see every move he made. 

It felt like he had all the power. Even though he was in my house, me and her just waited for him to take charge. The looks Macy was giving him made it clear she did NOT want to wait. He recognized her look, and noticed I wasn’t going to take charge, so he got to it. He started by saying he would take control of things, and see how I feel about it. He started feeling her up, starting with her back, and then moving up to her neck. He then held her neck and back, and then pulled her in for a deep kiss. 

I had a rush of emotions in that moment. The thrill of seeing her kiss him so deeply was a sight I will never forget. I was scared that they were being so intimate, but at the same time it drove me crazy. The way they were kissing though, gave me a feeling that they already knew each other pretty well. Maybe he was just very skilled, but they seemed to have an instant chemistry and rhythm. Seeing them got me immediately hard, and there was an intense tightness building up in my pants, the type of erection that makes wearing clothes super uncomfortable. 

He then took off his shirt and wow, he was super fit, and I immediately thought “damn I need to workout more”. He then told us all to go to the bedroom. We got there, and he laid Macy down on the bed. He then told me to watch him undress her and tell him how I feel about it. He first took off her shirt, exposing her bra. He then started feeling up her tits asking me “how does it feel seeing another man do this to your woman?” I told him I liked watching it. When he heard this he pulled down her bra, exposing her nipples. He then laid down with her and started kissing her lips and neck while feeling her up. I thought it was funny how when he laid down, she tried to welcome him into her spread legs, but he was taking it slower, and just laid down next to her. 

They kissed for a bit, and then he got up and actually took her bra off. He then stood up at the foot of the bed and went to take her shorts off. She was wearing super short booty shorts, which easily slid off, exposing her panties. At this point I was dying. I really wanted to take my pants off, but I didn’t know when or how. It was a threesome after all, so I thought I would wait for him to also get naked. He was feeling up the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy. As he got there, he moved his hands to her panties to take them off. When he did, she lifted her hips for him so he could take them off. He slid them off and exposed her wetness. He then said “did you notice that?” I said “notice what?” He replied “how eagerly she raised her hips for me, and how wet she is, she clearly wants me very badly, how does that make you feel?” I didn’t say anything, I just looked down at her in shock. He didn’t wait, and immediately started feeling her pussy. 

She started making soft moans, while her hands started holding and massaging his forearms while fingered her. She was so pretty lying down in front of him. She looked so innocent and at his mercy. I started rubbing the bulge in my pants, I just couldn’t help it. Eventually he noticed this and told me to start undressing myself. I knew it was time, I took off my shirt, eagerly moved to take my pants off. That’s when I noticed him tell her, “now undress me, while he undresses himself”. Super humiliating moment, me having to undress myself while he gets special treatment from my girl. His shirt was already off, but Macy got up to take off his pants. She put her face right up to his crotch and started to slide his pants down. I stared in anticipation, I wanted to know what he was packing. When his pants dropped I saw his dick spring up right in Macys face. I felt instant regret.

Seeing a big dick in porn vs seeing it in real life, inches away from your precious girlfriend’s face, is a whole different story. I honestly felt pure panic when I saw it. It wasn’t just big, it had such a masculine perfection to it. It was such a thick veiny cock, plus his v line and abs made it so much more defined. I was afraid to lower my pants now, it was nowhere near what he had. Macy then quickly grabbed it, and started stroking it, even kissing the tip without anyone telling her to. Jay then let out a groan of pleasure and then chuckled. He turned to me and said “she is putting her mouth all over my dick without your permission, is that okay?” I just sheepishly said yes. When she heard that, she stopped just kissing it, and then wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He smiled and let her get to work, just holding her head, letting it bob back and forth as she worked his cock deeper in her throat. 

He started moaning, but he looked at me and noticed something was off. He went “you good bro?” I said I was okay. He clearly noticed something was off with me, as I hadn’t taken my clothes off yet. He stopped Macy from blowing him and said we could stop if I wanted to. I said I was just nervous and my mind was racing from everything happening. He suggested we at least take a break to breathe. Macy then got up and walked over to give me a hug. She hugged me for a bit a comforted me. But after a moment, she started pulling down my pants. I didn’t fight her, and just let it happen. I was still pretty hard, and when she saw my dick, she started stroking it and giving it kisses. After a minute, Justin asked if he was good to continue and join in. Before I could say anything, Macy pulled away from me and told him yes.

We were all naked. She walked over to him and started kissing him, clearly taking more interest in him than me. She then knelt back down and started giving him a blowjob. I was kinda embarrassed that she lost interest in me, and didn’t get quite the break I was hoping for, so I just sat down and started jerking off, trying to enjoy the ride. She kept blowing him, while I just kept jerking off in the corner. He was loving every second of it, and kinda stopped ever looking in my direction at that point. Finally, he told her “oh my god, please lay down I can’t help it anymore”. He got her up and she fell back on the bed as he climbed on top of her. I realized it was officially about it happen, they were going to fuck.

My head felt like it was literally spinning. Watching her spread her legs wide open for him, and him reciprocate that warm welcome. I was watching from the side as he positioned his dick. It was rock hard, already pointing up, hovering above her. He grabbed it, lined it up, and started to slide it in. She turned her head towards me but had her eyes closed. Her body convulsed, as she let out a high pitched moan, as he slowly inserted himself deeper and deeper. I was surprised how well she accommodated to his size, as it didn’t take long for him to sink all the way in. He started thrusting in and out, causing her tits to bounce. She turned her head, and they shared a deep sensual kiss.  I watched his dick pump in and out, I could see it glisten from her wetness. I got up and walked behind them to see more. I got a good view of his dick spreading her pussy, while his balls slapped her ass.

I was sort of offended, thinking “isn’t this supposed to be a threesome?”. They were intimately entangled, not much room for another. But on the other hand, I was so turned on. I wanted to cum right then, but I wanted to stick it out in case the post nut clarity hits too hard. I watched them continue to fuck, eyes locked, deep hugs and kisses as they moaned together in pleasure. Justin pulled his cock out a bit and it slipped out. When this happened, Macy said “NO” and immediately reached down to reinsert it. Seeing how desperate she was for him, made me explode instantly. It had to have been the biggest, most intense orgasm of my life.

Neither of them noticed I came, they just kept going at it. Eventually Justin said, “I need to cum”. My girlfriend told him to keep going because she was so close. I could see him try to keep going and hold it in. Finally he said “oh my god Im cuming”. My girlfriend’s only response was “keep it in, just cum inside me”. As Justin pushed his dick as deep inside her as he could, as they both moaned loudly together. I went behind them again, and I got a good view. I could see his balls and dick tighten up and start to twitch, as he released loads of his seed deep into my sweet girlfriend’s womb. Even though they never got permission, it was the hottest sight I have ever seen in my life, surely nothing will top it.

They laid together for a few minutes, breathing heavily. Eventually Justin got up. He pulled his dick out of her, and thick white semen came flooding out. Clearly it was a lot. The whole room started to smell like warm fresh cum. I had my eyes locked on her pussy and the cum flooding out. Macy realized this, and told me to come to her. She then told me she wanted me to lick her pussy. I wasn’t ever super into cuckold cleanup, but at this point, I felt like I fully submitted, so I obliged. I laid down on the bed in front of her, as she wrapped her legs around my head. His cum was now inches away from my face. I took a deep breath, told myself yolo, and took a big lick. Yeah, I hadn’t ever tasted any semen before, but that was…wow. The feeling of licking the semen of another man, right out of your girlfriend’s freshly fucked pussy, where his dick just was…wow. Idk how else to describe it.

Eventually we got cleaned up. Hung out for a little bit, they fucked again while I watched. After that, he left. Before he left, he told me he was “happy to have me as another one of his cuckolds”. Since then there have been a few occasions where they hooked up again. They gave me pictures and videos, but we haven’t had another in person encounter, but it’s definitely coming. It sounds like they plan to run me through the whole cuckold experience. 

So that’s the story. I loved doing it, but at the same time I do feel a lot of internal dread from the situation. It seems like Macy wanted me to do this so she could justify cheating. But I have no way of verifying that. I do know she is a massive slut for him now. But yeah oh well I guess that’s how it goes

50 + yo MYLF Whore

After several days of messaging younger (30 yo) redditor, he requested some pictures of me being naughty. He’s so hot, and young. I wanted to please him. So, I made the pictures.

He asked me to take pictures while my husband shot cum all over my face and big MILF tits. (There’s even a pic where cum is flying in the air about to land on my forehead!)

Then he asked me to put on a live video show for him.

I wore a blue microkini and heels. It barely covered my tits. The string between my legs went between my pussy lips. It showed my entire ass. He saw every part of my body.

He watched me use dildos on my cunt and asshole and I talked dirty to him until we both orgasmed.

I made pictures of videos while I was doing it. It makes my cunt tingle when I look at the pics or watch the videos.

I can’t believe what whore I am.

I met up with an extremely shy boy last night and flirted with him until I could tell he was hard. We started making out and he quietly asked if he could fuck me. I said "I don't know.." just to play shy and he just whispered"please" so I said yes. He left and came back with a condom and I told him he didn't need it but he just said that he wanted to be safe because he knew I was with someone the night before and because he didn't want a baby. Both valid reasons, but I'm cock hungry. I let him enter me with the condom on and just told him the whole time how he was missing how wet he was making my pussy and that I wished he would fill me up. That if he cums inside of me, I'd be his own personal cum toy and nobody else's. He was going to cum so he slowed down his pace and I gently pushed him out of me. I didn't say anything, I just slowly took his condom off and told him I was on birth control. He started to kiss me and his cock was inside of me again. He moaned and grabbed my ass hard and came a huge load inside of me. He never pulled out and put a second load into me a few minutes afterward. He said it was his first time without a condom

I work in a tech office where most people work from home. My floor is usually empty and I go in a few days a month if I feel like a change of space from my home. Last week I went to the office and saw a girl I've not seen before. She was sitting on the opposite side of the floor from where I usually sit and was in a zoom meeting. I was immediately taken by how pretty she was. She had a slim body with fitting pants and long hair that went down to her back. Her features were model-like.

I decided I'll chat with her around lunch time and couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her every time I walked past to get water and tea. She was plugged into meetings all day and I never got to speak with her. Around 4PM I was wrapping up my work and looked up and was scared half to death to see her standing by my desk. I eked out a surprised 'hi' and she responded with 'hello. Sorry I couldn't speak to you earlier, I was in meetings all day. I saw you looking at me everytime you passed and so I thought I should come by and say hi'

I admit I was fantasizing about her for the past hour and had a mid erection that I kept rubbling slyly. But seeing her, I got even more aroused. She looked down at my pants and saw that my bulge was slightly showing. She looked up at me and said 'why don't we walk out together in a few minutes? I'm almost done' I said ok and wrapped up my final email and packed my bag. As we headed out she pulled me towards the ladies room and we both barged in. 'theres nobody here today, I made sure' and she bolted the door from the inside. She dropped her bag and coat and I saw her body for the first time. She was tall and gorgeous, like a model just off the ramp.

I pulled her in and we kissed, our lips meeting and sending a jolt of electricity. She said she needed to leave to catch her train soon, but wanted to say goodbye to me. So she kneeled down and pulled my dick out. It was fully erect and rock hard. She swallowed my entire length and sucked hard on my cock. I could barely contain the pleasure as the tip of my cock grazed the back of her throat. She kept gagging and looking up at me with hazel eyes and sucking my tip while stroking my shaft. She loosened her pants and dropped them to her knees and started touching herself. Within a few minutes I could hear her cum as her mouth kept trembling with pleasure on my cock.

It was barely 5 minutes into this that I felt my balls tighten. I told her I was going to cum and she tightened her mouth around my head and stroked me as hard as she could. I came buckets in her mouth. I shot at least 5 loads into her throat and she swallowed every drop until my dick went limp and half the size in her mouth. She wiped me off with a tissue and put my dick back in my pants. She stood up and pulled me close and brought her fingers up to my mouth. They were covered in her cum, from her dripping pussy. She shoved them into my mouth and said 'see what you made me do'. Her cum was delicious, tasted fruity and sweet. I licked her fingers clean and admired her pretty nails. She told me this was fun and to exit the washroom 2 minutes after her. And she left right after that.

I left in two minutes and didn't see her again.

Raven answers. She shows no sign of knowing I'd been looking in their windows. Though I'm not sure what kind of sign she'd show. Anger? Disgust? Those were her default expressions.

"What's wrong?" she asks when she sees me.

"I was coming to apologize for today," I say, "but tripped and hurt my ankle."

"You should be more careful creeping around in the dark."

She knew. Did she know? Is she messing with me?

Janelle appears, now wearing tracksuit bottoms, along with the t-shirt she'd had on in her room.

They help me to the couch.

"Let's get a look at it." I yelp in pain as Janelle works off my shoe. "It's a bit swollen, but not too bad."

She pulls up the leg of my jeans to get a better look, but it immediately fell back down again.

"This would be easier if we got these off," she says. I protest, so she added, "Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Sorry. I was coming over to apologise for today."

"No need. I mean I did ask. I didn't think you'd do it though."

Raven adds, "Of course he would."

I feel myself growing as she pulls my jeans off. They try to suppress giggles.

"You can see it growing," one of them says.

Once my jeans are off, Janelle hooks her fingers into the elastic of my underwear. "You ran off too fast today, Can we have a better look?"

I want to say no. I want to say yes. I want to say something but I don't.

I feel Raven behind me pulling on my shirt. I raise my arm to help her remove it. Janelle seems to take that as a yes, and slowly pulls my underwear down my legs. I don't even care about the jolt of pain when it touches my ankle.

"Let's get a look at it," she smiles. "It's a bit swollen, but not too bad."

Raven laughs at some shared joke they have. She brings Janelle a jar.

"This shouldn't hurt," she says, opening the jar and rubbing ointment from it onto her hands.

Then, she slowly gently begins stroking my injured foot. Gently rubbing the cream in.

I could feel my fully erect penis trying to expand even more.

"That looks painful," she says, "you should do something about it,"

There's no way I'm masturbating in front of her or Raven.

As she continues to massage my foot, I can't help but imagine the slow easy strokes are her hands on my manhood.

"He's doing it," says Raven, and my attention is drawn to her. Her hand is down the front of her pants, moving slowly.

I realize she's right. My hands are on my cock, matching Janelle's strokes. She speeds up and so do I. And so, I notice, does Raven.

As her hand moves faster and faster, her pants move further down her legs, exposing a pair of black panties. Raven moans and her legs buckle. Her pleasure brings mine and I feel the semen surge from me.

My friend (20F) likes watching her boyfriend (20M) fuck other girls, I (19F) had never known that she liked it and had done it and they’d been dating for 2 years. Well, she eventually told me because it turns out her boyfriend wants to fuck me. She was hesitant at first because they’ve never done it with a friend or someone they know well, but she agreed.

I went over to their place and my friend gave me a set of her lingerie that they wanted me to wear, I changed into it and came out and her boyfriends jaw dropped when I turned around and slapped my ass. I then got on my knees and took his dick out and deep throated and worked his dick like a pro. He stopped me after like 5 minutes because he said he was already gonna cum, so I told him to lay back and I straddled him reverse cowgirl and twerked on his dick. All this time my friend is watching us and she’s masturbating which turned me on and made me ride his dick even harder. Eventually he gets me in doggy and fucks me from behind and won’t stop talking about how fantastic my ass is. He finally starts to tense up and cums inside me, my friend was turned on by this and came at the same time.

I eventually go home and I decided not to say anything to either of them out of respect, but about a week later my friend texts me and says she messed up. She said that I was too good and her boyfriend wants me more because the head and my ass were the best he’s had and she feels like she isn’t good enough anymore. I called them and told him he’s a piece of shit and should be happy that he has a girl that lets him do this shit I’m the first place, and that he was never gonna touch me again if he didn’t act more grateful to her.

She eventually texted me a thank you and I hope they work it out.

Okay, not a story. I have a huge fantasy of having my wife jerk off a stranger while I watch and she makes them shoot all over her tits. I've communicated this and I think it would happen. Just don't know where to start lol. Any pointers? We have 2 kids and don't get out much anymore 🤣. She is hott and has amazing tits. How bad is it if I ask some random dude Flat out a bar if he'd be interested in participating? Hahaha. Ugh, I want it to happen bad. I imagine her getting blasted and then right after she was take her cum covered tits and put my cock in between, then stroke me off until I add my cum to it. Also I'd be super into watching her just pull out a strangers cock somewhere and stroking him until he cums wherever lol. Watching her make someone explode all over themselves would be extremely hott too. Anyways lol, any pointers?? I feel like we need to take a trip somewhere exotic to make this happen where me asking randomly wouldn't seem such a shocker 🤣🤣.

“Come on! Time’s a wasting, and we don’t want to get stuck in traffic,” I said as my friend Becca dragged her suitcase out onto her front porch.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, geez, you act like five minutes is going to be the end of the world,” she replied as she dug her house key from her purse.

“Well it has been like six months since we’ve got to do anything outside the house and without the munchkin,” I said.

Becca was my BFF, my sister from another mother, oh hell, she was just about my everything. Not to say I didn’t have other friends. We just clicked, and we had known each other for so long that we might as well have been one person.

But she had gotten knocked up by that no-good piece of shit Tommy Dawson, who disappeared a couple of days after he found out. So between her struggling to make ends meet as a single mom and baby duty, we haven’t been able to really do anything together that didn’t involve changing diapers or laundry in over six months.

Today was the first day she had agreed to let Michael stay with her mom and I was treating her to a weekend at the spa up state. So I was a bit anxious to get on the road. Road trips were kind of our thing, and a couple of days of pampering sounded really nice.

She got her front door locked and then came over to give me a hug. After which I grabbed her bag and made my way to the trunk.

We got loaded up and headed out.

The drive wasn’t bad as we managed to beat morning traffic and the route was pretty scenic going through the mountains. We managed to get to the spa and checked into our room, then headed down for a late lunch.

We enjoyed an afternoon of pampering, first up was massages and some time in the essential oils sauna.

By the time we got back to our room, it was pretty late.

“Thank you for this, today was great, and I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Becca said as she lifted her suitcase onto her bed.

“You mind if I pump out here?” she asked.

“Of course not, not like I haven’t seen you pumping and nursing a few times before,” I answered.

“I know, but always better to ask,” she responded.

“You want some room service?” I asked as I thumbed through the menu.

“Maybe a snack, and one of those green tea things we had at lunch, that was so good,” she answered as she dug through her bag.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed a moment later.

“What?” I asked a bit puzzled.

“I forgot my pump!” she responded with some frustration evident.

“Oh, well, is that going to be a problem?” I asked. Yes I know I should have known that was a problem, and I probably did, but hey I’m 27 and kidless and didn’t have any prospects for kids on the horizon, it wasn’t top of my mind.

“Yes, I’ll need to go get another one I guess, otherwise I’ll be a leaky mess, my boobs will ache, and my body will start to think I don’t need milk anymore,” she answered.

“Ok, well let’s go get one,” I said as I put my sandals back on and grabbed my clutch.

So guess what… Middle of the mountains, nine-thirty at night, yeah not many places open, and you can’t grab a breast pump at the local seven-eleven. So we ended up at the spa, and after checking with the front desk, learned the only place that might have one wouldn’t open until morning. The only other option was to head to the nearest town, and this time of night with the winding roads, that was a two-hour trip.

“Guess I’ll just have to wait,” Becca said as we finished up with the front desk and made our way back up to the room.

We decided it was best to just get some sleep and we would go to the local shop when they opened at nine.

That was until about two in the morning when I heard her rustling about. I woke to see her using a towel to dry her bed.

“Everything OK?” I asked.

“No! Look at me, I’m a leaking mess, and my tits hurt,” she said in frustration as she turned toward me to show me her bare breasts with milk dripping from her nipples.

“What can I do to help?” I asked with sincerity.

“Unless you have a breast pump or a nursing baby, probably not much, I’m just being whiny,” she huffed.

“I can do it,” I said before my brain really had time to process that thought.

“You can do what?” she asked quizzically.

“I could nurse you,” I said, realizing how stupid that sounded as I said it.

“What like suck my tits?” she asked a blend of shock and confusion on her face.

“Yeah, I guess, I didn’t really think that through,” I answered.

“Yeah that would be a little weird, you sucking on my tits,” she chuckled out.

“I mean, I guess, but it would work wouldn’t it?” I pondered allowed.

She just looked at me like I had lost my mind, then turned off the light above the nightstand and got back into her bed.

I was lying there wondering if I had just made things really weird between us for way too long. Then the light came back on.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

I rolled over to look at her and saw the clock on the nightstand, two fifty-seven in the morning.

“Serious about what?” I asked, although I knew the answer, I wanted to make it sound like I wasn’t entirely some closet weirdo.

“That you would nurse me,” she asked shyly.

“It’s just, they are driving me nuts,” she added.

“I mean I guess, I don’t know why I said that, I wasn’t really thinking, I didn’t mean to sound like a weirdo,” I answered.

“But would you?” she asked.

“I mean I guess, if it would help you. You know I would do anything for you,” I responded.

With that, she got up and came around to the other side of my bed. “I’m not really sure how to do this, I can’t hold you in my arms,” she said.

“Oh, um, I guess, just lay down flat, and I can just roll over that way,” I answered.

She climbed on top of the bed and lay down flat. Her engorged breasts were naked but she still had her sleep shorts on.

I didn’t really know what to do, but I figured it couldn’t be too hard right?

So I rolled over and scooted over by her. Then I propped myself up on my left shoulder and reached across her with my right arm, positioning myself so my mouth could reach her left nipple.

It had little drops of milk clinging to it, and I was curious what it was going to taste like.

Tentatively I leaned down and licked it off her nipple. It was slightly sweet, but I guess not enough to really judge.

“Um, you have to suck it, not lick it,” she said with a chuckle.

So I took it into my lips and started to suck it gently.

I got a drop or two, but not much.

“You have to suck harder, Michael sucks like his life depends on it, I guess because it does,” she said.

I wasn’t sure, I didn’t want to hurt her, but I started sucking more firmly and was suddenly rewarded with a mouth full of milk.

I hesitated for a moment, almost like when a guy cums in your mouth without warning. But it wasn’t salty and gooey, it was sweet, kind of creamy, different, but not gross. So I continued sucking.

“Oh god, that feels so much better already,” she said with clear relief in her voice.

I don’t know why, maybe just a habit from when I used to suck on my boyfriend’s nipples, but I started using my tongue to flick across the tip of her nipple as I sucked. I don’t think I even realized I was doing it until I heard her moan softly.

She didn’t say anything, or give any other reaction, so I kept doing it. I guess maybe I thought it would give her a little pleasure with the relief and I felt she needed that.

After another couple of minutes, I realized I wasn’t getting any more milk, but she hadn’t stopped me either. So I guess she was enjoying it.

“I think this one is done, want to come over to the other side of the bed so I can reach the other side,” I asked as I parted from her nipple.

“Um, yeah, OK,” she responded, sounding a little unsure.

She again laid down and I rolled over assuming the same position. As I began to nurse her other nipple I continued to use my tongue, but I also moved my free hand and started to gently caress her inner thigh.

She tensed for a moment but then relaxed and I heard another soft moan.

I had never been with another woman at this time, and I don’t know why I was finding myself very turned on. As far as I knew she had also never been with a woman. I didn’t know if she was just happy to have some relief and going to freak out when she was dry, or maybe she was getting turned on too.

“That feels good,” she said softly as my hand caressed higher up her thigh. Something in her tone was encouraging and I was really starting to get turned on by my own actions. So I continued to suck her nipple, caressing it with my tongue, as my hand slowly caressed higher and higher up her thigh.

I felt her hand begin to rub my back as the other hand came to rest gently on the back of my head.

She moaned a little louder and I took that as an encouragement to go further, slipping my fingertips up the leg of her loose shorts until I just felt the edge of her panties. She rubbed my back a little more firmly and paused to massage my neck.

Were we doing this? Was I about to have sex with my best friend? Am I gay? Did this make me a lesbian? Maybe just curious? Yeah, that’s it, no need to label it. Just curious, that had to be it.

I parted my lips from her breast and looked up, seeing her head arched back a little and eyes closed. I lifted up a little allowing my lips to reach hers and kissed her. It was a soft peck, but it was quickly returned.

I took her bottom lip between mine and gently sucked it as she moaned and leaned forward to kiss me better. And kiss me she did! We kissed like long-lost lovers reunited after years apart. Her hands began to explore my body, and my hand caressed her womanhood through her panties.

Her kisses were filled with so much passion and desire, that I could feel the warmth building between my legs as I relished them.

I adjusted my hand and entered her shorts through the top, slipping it into her panties. She had a full-grown bush that my fingers slid through in search of her womanhood. Her labia were also covered in hair, very wet hair, covered with her excitement as gently rubbed her labia majora.

She moaned loudly into my mouth and pressed herself against my hand.

Her lips broke from mine and she turned her head to whisper into my ear “Oh god Melanie, I want you.”

“I want you to,” I whispered back. “I want to taste you, can I taste you?” I continued.

“Oh please, please taste me,” she responded.

With that, I scooted down the bed and took hold of each side of her shorts and panties to quickly remove them.

Freed of its confines a glorious full bush stared back at me. She looked at me, and I stared back with hunger. I had never tasted a woman before, but I knew I was going to enjoy this, so I dove right in, tongue out, in search of the slit I knew was hiding there.

Sweet saltiness greeted me as my tongue parted the forest in search of the canyon, and when I found it, I was rewarded with her moans and words of encouragement.

I licked her from the vagina to clit hungrily, eager to taste her, and eager to please her.

“Oh fuck Melanie, yes that feels so good,” she encouraged as my tongue found her clit and licked across it.

She had small little inner labia lips, but I took each between my lips in turn and caressed them gently with my tongue as I slid one hand under myself and up to where I could reach her. Then I moistened it in her slit before slowly sliding it into her.

“Oh fuck yes,” she cried out.

Slowly I licked her, sometimes licking from back to front, sometimes giving her clit a couple of flicks as I gently fucked her with my finger, her wetness dripping down the back of my hand.

Soon I felt she was ready and I slipped another finger in, curling my fingers up to find the elusive nub inside her. As I did so, my lips began to suck her clit and I flicked it gently with my tongue.

“Oh god, you are so good at that,” she called out.

Was I” This was my first time, I was just going by instinct and having learned what I liked on the very rare occasion my boyfriend went down on me.

Both her hands were holding my head against her as she pressed her pussy into my face. I worked my fingers as my tongue moved faster and faster.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out as her thighs squeezed my head and her climax rushed over her body.

I kept my mouth on her but slowed to gentle sucking of her clit as her body contracted around my fingers over and over.

When she was done, I changed positions and nuzzled up into the crook of her arm laying my head on her chest as she breathed heavily.

“Thank you, I really needed that, both the nursing and the fucking,” she said softly.

I looked up into her eyes, “You’re welcome,” said with a smile.

She held me for several minutes before her hands started to rub my back again.

“Can I have you now?” she asked.

******

We couldn’t keep our hands off each other for the rest of the weekend. Between spa services and copious amounts of sex, it was an amazing weekend, to say the least. But come Sunday afternoon things changed. She no longer reached for my hand, and she barely talked to me on the trip home.

When I dropped her off, she was cold, and distant, almost as though I was just an Uber driver.

For the next couple of weeks, she didn’t take my calls, or answer my texts. I knew, that whatever happened must have been a mistake and I had lost my best friend in a moment of ill-placed passion.

******

It was nearly six weeks later and late on a Saturday evening when I got a text from her.

“Are you home?” was all it said.

“Yes” was my simple reply. I wanted to say so much more, but what could I say? What if what I said was wrong?

“Can I come in?” was the quick reply.

Come in? What did she mean? Was she messaging the wrong person?

“Becca, it’s Melanie, did you mean to text me?” I sent back.

“I know, can I come in, I’m at your door,” she responded.

“Um yeah, let me get decent, I’m in bed,” I responded.

I quickly threw on my robe and made my way to the door and unlocked it. She stood there, tears in her eyes, for just a moment before nearly tackling me in a bear hug.

“Can you forgive me? I’ve been so stupid,” she cried into my shoulder.

******

Turns out she got her mind that everyone would hate her if she fell in love with a woman. And she dared not see me or talk to me, because that weekend she realized she had been in love with me for a while.

We sat on my couch and talked the rest of the night. How she had finally confided in her mom when her mom wouldn’t quit asking why I wasn’t around. How her mom told her it was OK to love anyone she wanted to love. How she loved me and wanted me to love her. I of course told her I also loved her and forgave her.

I’d say the rest is history, but that was just yesterday, so we don’t know what history will bring yet, but I’ve got good hopes.