Hot Summer Night Ch. 19

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Hot Summer Night Ch. 19 – Vacation Day 5

As a refresher, my name is Mark. I am 43 and in great shape with ripped abs, pecks, back, arms and legs as I work out in my basement gym on a daily basis. I am 6’5″ tall and weigh 230 lbs. My hair is dark brown cut short with blue eyes. My wife Carrie is a smoking hot 43 year old blue eyed blonde who stands 5’10” in her stocking feet. She has a 38-26-36 figure with large full and pert DD breasts. She has long legs and slim waist and curvy hips. Her hair is shoulder length and is full and wavy. Our daughter Julia will be 19 years old in a couple of weeks and is about to enter college as a freshman next week. She is very slim standing at 5’7″ and weighing around 100 lbs. She has a 32-A bust but has very sexy puffy tits. She has narrow hips and slim waist with long thin legs. She has shoulder length brown hair that is thick and wavy like her mothers. She has huge green eyes and a pouty Angelina Jolie mouth. She is extremely attractive as is her mother.

Julia and her best friend initiated sex with me several weeks ago during the early morning in my bed while my wife faked being asleep next to me (see ch 1). Carrie had been having sex with Julia for some time and felt guilty about that while leaving me on the outside as our sexual and marital relationship continued to erode. I’m not on the outside anymore. Our family relationship is unbelievably strong even if it is unconventional. Read the previous 14 Chapters to fully understand the events of the past several weeks. Chapter15 starts a very hot vacation. Enjoy.

At six on the dot I was awake and getting out of bed. I dressed as usual for my workout and went to the breakfast buffet and got a coffee and continued on to the gym. I opened the gym door and walked in. As I expected, Angel and Izzy were there working out on the treadmills. I came in and said Hello.

I sat down at one of my bench stations and started working out. I asked how things went in town yesterday. Angel said, “We had a great time. Roger never enjoys shopping like any man, but he was tolerant. Izzy and I bought so much stuff we don’t know if we can get it home in our bags. We may have to buy another bag.

Angel asked how our day was. I said, “It was an amazing day. I didn’t go into any details about Olivia. I did say that Carrie and I had capped of the day with a private hot-tub fuck even though technically it was the start of today.

I asked Angel if there was anything they had hoped to do before they went back to their lives. She stopped the treadmill and turned to look at me. She said, “Well let me see. Izzy and I had sex with you so I checked that off my list. We have had sex with others down on the beach. What a crazy bunch that group was. I can only think of one thing we haven’t done, I guess.” I stayed quiet and let her finish her thought.

Angel was hemming and hawing and was obviously reticent about continuing this thread of conversation. Finally Izzy just butted it and said, “We want to have sex with your wife and daughter and we want you guys to be available if we need a cock or two.”

Angel looked at Izzy and then back at me. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “What she said.”

I laughed out loud and noticed that she thought I was laughing at her bucket list item. I stopped and waved my hands and said, “No. No. No. Wait. I’m laughing because I asked Carrie what her bucket list included that she hadn’t done yet this week. She said she wanted a four-way with you and Izzy. I’m not kidding at all.”

Izzy stopped her treadmill and spun around and said, “Really. When can we do it?”

I said, “Have you said anything to Meat about this.” Angel looked at Izzy and they both shook their heads. “Don’t you think you should if you want him to be there? I already know the question so I’m in.”

Angel said, “Izzy we need to go talk to your dad about this.” She looked at me and said, “How about we meet you at the pool later this morning with our answer. OK? It’ll have to be by tonight. We go home early in the morning.”

I said, “OK. I won’t say anything to Carrie until we know so she won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work out.” They both left with a sense of urgency.

I did my one hour workout and every muscle in my body burned when I was done. I stopped at the buffet and ate breakfast. It was 7:20 when I was finishing up. I made a tray for Carrie and Julia to take back to the room.

I ran into Olivia’s group coming the other way. Olivia said, “I was hoping I would run into you this morning.” She said to the others, “You go ahead, I’ll be right there.” They continued on their way. Olivia looked around and took my hand and led me into the men’s room outside the restaurant. I set the tray on the counter and said, “What’s up.”

She came up close to me and pulled herself into my chest and kissed me hard. She said, “I have been lying in bed all morning since 5:00. I can’t stop thinking about your cock and how it felt urfa escort in me. I have been using the big dildo to fuck myself and I’ve had so many orgasms I’m a mass of jelly.”

She pushed me back to sit on the counter and pulled my shorts down. She immediately went to her knees and sucked my flaccid cock into her mouth. She swallowed it right into her throat and pulled it back out. “I’ve been practicing since yesterday afternoon. She jammed my cock back in mouth and gave a furious blowjob and a handjob until my cock was at full attention. She pulled off and said, “Please fuck me one last time. We go home later this morning. Please. I want to feel the real thing one last time.” She was pulling down her panties and kicking them aside.

I pushed her down on the floor and spread her legs and knelt down. She was soaking wet, so there was no need for foreplay. She grabbed my cock and pulled me to her pussy. I pushed into her and sank to my balls. She was instantly in orgasm as I started to fuck her hard. She was gasping for air. I could feel her cunt pulsing and grabbing my cock. I fucked her through several orgasms. She was now just throwing her head from side to side as she gasped, “Oh my God. Yes.. Yessssssss. Oh please. Fuck me forever.”

I didn’t try to hold myself back. I continued fucking her hard and fast. She felt the surge of my cock and she knew I was about to cum. She yelled, “Yes. Yes. Fill me up with your cum.” I promptly did just that. She screamed as a flood of cum emptied into her cunt. I was slamming my cock into her trying to pump it deep inside. I continued to fuck her until my cock softened and wouldn’t stay in her anymore. Still gasping for air she said, “Oh my God that was wonderful. Mark, Thank you. I think I love you.”

I said, “Olivia darling. You don’t love me, you’re in lust. You will learn the difference as you get older. Now you get yourself together and go with your friends. OK?” She gave me a pout and I pulled her up. She pulled on her panties without cleaning herself up. In fact, she reached her hand down and put it in her pussy. Her hand came out with a large glob of cum that had leaked out of her. She carefully applied it to her chin and lower lip. She adjusted herself in the mirror. I looked disgustedly at her and said, “Now who’s bragging.” I walked out with my tray and headed back to my room. I didn’t see Olivia again.

When I walked in the room my ladies were up and in the shower. I joined them. Julia wrapped a hand around my cock before I could get under the water sprays. She said, “Well, I see you have been busy this morning.”

I told them about running into Olivia on the way back from the restaurant and about her applying cum to her face before she went to meet her friends. Carrie could tell I was upset about it and she hugged me. I said, “On a brighter note. I ran into Angel and Izzy working out at the gym. It turns out that they both have the same bucket list item that you have and before you get excited, they have to clear it with Meat. They will see us at the pool later with an answer. They go home early in the morning, so it would have to be today tonight.”

Carrie looked at Julia and said, “What do you think Jules? Day or night and public or private?”

Julia said, “I don’t care. It’s your bucket list. It’s your call mom.”

We finished our shower and everyone scurried around to get ready for the day. Carrie asked me which of her bathing suits gave me the biggest hard-on. I told her it was the bright red one with the thong bottom and the triangle patch top that tied behind her neck and back. I suggested that we start at the beach and go in the surf. They agreed.

It was too early for many people to be on the beach but the men and women who were there couldn’t take their eyes off Carrie. Nearly all of them were taking pictures and videos of her. We had a blast body surfing. Every time the run would end Carrie would stand up with tits completely exposed and readjust her top back over her nipples. They were the only things the top covered anyway. I was getting a hard-on which pushed the head of my cock out of the elastic on my left leg. I tried pushing it in and decided the best thing was to let it poke out the top of the suit above my navel.

We lounged on the beach for quite a while before gathering our towels and heading for the pool. It was 10:00 and the pool-bar would be open. We garnered a lot of attention as we walked toward our usual spot. New people, I assumed. Men’s cocks were rising like iron poles to a magnet as my wife walked by; and she was still wearing her bathing suit. She looked magnificent in it though.

We stood by our chairs and stripped out of our suits. Cameras clicked all around us. Definitely, new people. Many people were sitting around naked but there was no sexual activity in sight. I walked to the bar with dick swinging and ordered our drinks and returned to our seats.

Julia said, “Let’s do like balıkesir escort we did at our pool at home when Aunt Rachel and Cousin Sarah were there.” I smiled and while I stood beside her chair with her drink in my hand, she reached up and started jerking my limp cock. It didn’t take long to respond. I glanced around to see everyone close by watching Julia stroke my cock. Several men had their cocks in their hands already stroking theirs.

When I was totally hard, Julia pulled my hips closer to her chair and I spilled some of her drink on her shoulder. It was cold but she was hotter and she didn’t even flinch. She shoved her mouth onto my cock and started a half-cock blowjob and a one hand handjob. Her lips were stretched and her cheeks were hollow as she took suction on my cock. Out of this rhythm she pushed my entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. She opened her mouth wide and you could see her tongue lathing the underside of my cock and flicking on my balls.

I glanced around and discovered that many of the guys with cocks in their hands now had women bobbing up and down on them. All the others were jacking themselves off.

After several moments, Julia pulled back up to the tip and lightly bit the velvety head and grinned broadly. I knew the little imp would do that sometime, it’s her BJ signature.

She gave me one more deep-throat as a couple guys sitting close by groaned as if Julia was blowing them. She pulled completely off my raging hard cock and reached out and took her drink from my hand. She leaned back against her chair and stuck the straw in her mouth and sucked on her drink. She looked up at me, smiled and blew me an ‘air kiss’.

I walked over to Carrie’s chair to hand the drink in my other hand to her. She looked up at me and put her legs up on the arms of her chair and patted the seat near her crotch. Her pussy lips separated and her clitoris was visible. Her pink inner lips, like the soft petals of a peony were beckoning to me.

As instructed I sat down facing her with my legs by her hips and feet facing forward on the deck. My cock was pointing slightly above her clit. She never reached for the drink which was still in my hand. She lifted her legs off the chair arms and draped them over my legs used them as leverage to pull her pussy toward my cock.

She guided my cock into her pussy as she continued to pull herself onto it. Once the head was inside her pussy she pulled hard with her legs against mine and pulled herself up so my cock was buried completely. Her tits were rock hard and her nipples felt like they were piercing my chest. Her arms were around my neck and she was passionately kissing me. I didn’t move. She moved her legs so they were wrapped around my back with her feet crossed.

Carrie placed her hands on my pectorals and used her arms to push herself back and then her legs to pull me back on. She continued for several minutes. I could tell she was getting tired from this physical exertion.

All around us, women were bobbing up and down on their man’s cock but every one of them was watching us. Most of the guys were looking down in their own crotch or were sky-gazing as they pumped their loads into the face below them.

Carrie was exhausted and whispered in my ear. “Turn me over and finish me off, would you love?” I could tell from years of marriage that she wanted to be dominated right then. She pulled back her legs and I leaned back to pull off her pussy and stood up. I grabbed her hand, like it was my idea and I had total control of my woman, and pulled her up forcefully from her chair.

Carrie screamed lightly as was her role. I spun her around and forced her onto her hands and knees at the bottom of the chair. She gasped out loud, like, ‘Oh no. This brute of a man is going to rape me.’ I moved my shaft up to the entrance of her sopping wet pussy and pushed into her fast and hard. She screamed out again. I pulled all the way out until the tip was outside her pussy lips and being careful not to miss I fired my cock back into her. Carrie groaned, “Oh please. Be gentle with me.”

I had to smile then. Her acting was atrocious. I established a rhythm that was insanely fast and rough. I pummeled her for several minutes and I could feel multiple orgasms crawl through so slowly they seemed to build up like waves on the beach. Her pussy was clamping furiously on my cock. Her head hung down. Her mouth hung open. She gasped for air.

Just as I could feel another orgasm gaining strength, I felt my balls tighten quickly and a sudden surge of cum shot up and into her pussy. She felt it coming and she felt it when it arrived. It was timed perfectly with the crescendo of her climax and she screamed again. I kept on fucking her until my limp cock dropped out of her.

Her orgasm was still going on as each spasm pushed more and more of my cum from her. Julia saw it and launched herself out of her chair and shoved her face trabzon escort into her mother’s pussy. She lapped up the new stuff being pushed out and then worked her way down Carrie’s legs to get the rest. Then Julia turned around and inserted my flagging cock into her mouth and sucked and licked me all over. When she was satisfied that we were both clean, she sat back down in her chair and smacked her lips and wiped cum off her cheeks and pushed her fingers in her mouth and sucked on those. She stuck the drink-straw back in her mouth and sank back against her chair.

Carrie righted herself and sat down. I picked her drink up off the table and handed it to her. She looked at me and said, “Why thank you kind sir.” and grinned.

As I turned around to go to my chair, a women sitting beside us reached up from her position kneeling on the deck with her man’s cock in her mouth and grabbed my cock. I thought she was just going to touch it but she held on tightly as I moved away from her. This snapped me back toward her. She came up off her man’s cock and sank her lips around mine.

This woman stepped her legs on either side of her man’s hips and sank her pussy down onto his cock but never relinquished position of my cock in her mouth. One look at her face and I knew she was completely in heat. She was overcome with passion. She had my cock in one hand and while fucking her man, she furiously pushed her head onto my flaccid cock. It didn’t respond and after a couple minutes she pulled her head back and smiled up at me with that glassy look which drifted off to concentrate on her fucking rhythm. I walked back to my chair and sat down.

Carrie said, “Well Babe, I guess we got the balls rolling.” She laughed at her own pun. Julia giggled too. A new group of people were fucking and sucking everywhere you looked. They were on the grass, on the concrete deck, in their lounge chairs, in the pool and even one couple on the far edge of the bar.

I looked for Phoenix at the bar and she was on duty. She apparently had been looking over at me and waved when I spotted her. I stepped down into the pool and waded with the water-line at my hips over to the swim up bar seats. I sat down and ordered another drink when Phoenix finished with a customer and came over.

She pulled herself up onto the bar and leaned over to kiss me. I leaned in and kissed her back. I asked her about her day off. She told me it was great but she missed seeing me. She said, “When do you go home?” I told her it was tomorrow around noon. She asked me what my room number was. She said she had a gift for me. I told her.

Phoenix looked around at the copulating bodies and said, “I love it when a new plane-load of people arrive. They are always so tentative until someone sets the tone. Then they know where the boundaries are and ‘bam’ they’re off to the races.” She looked at me as I was pushing off the bar-stool and said with a grin, “You wouldn’t know who pushed the button this morning would you?”

I looked at her and with a straight face said, “I haven’t a clue.” I threw her a kiss, turned around and started back across the pool with my drink in hand. Before I got three feet I heard, “Yeah right. You’re such an asshole.” I turned back to her and said, “My wife says that all the time.” Phoenix laughed and threw a handful of ice at me.

Back at my seat, Carrie and Julia were enjoying the live pornography show going on in 3D all around them. Consciously or not they both had their hands furiously working their own pussies and clits. They were both soaked with vaginal fluids. With my drink still in hand I told Carrie I was going to take a walk. She barely acknowledged me and I walked away through the sex crazed crowd.

I had taken my suit so I wouldn’t get in any trouble with the staff. It didn’t hide anything and was uncomfortable as hell, but rules are rules I guess. At the sign. I put my drink on a table and pulled it on and finally found a position for my cock that wasn’t too uncomfortable.

I finished my drink as I walked and decided to head for the beach bar to get another. The beach was covered with new people as well. This was not the nude part of the beach but topless seemed to be acceptable as there were several topless beauties sit or lying in the sand.

As I approached the bar a woman ran up to walk beside me. I turned when I noticed her. She stood 5’11” with nice legs, flat stomach narrow waist and nicely flared hips and massive tits. I would guess 38-GG. If she bought them they were worth every penny. At first I didn’t even notice if she had a head. When I recovered from the tits I noticed she had flaming red hair down over her shoulders and a clear creamy complexion. She had emerald green eyes. It was a stunning combination.

She was wearing a very small bikini. Maybe it wasn’t so small. It was just that any attempt by a bathing suit top to corral her huge tits would be an ultimate failure. It wasn’t a thong but she would have stopped time if she were wearing one. Her ass was spectacular. My guess is she was around thirty. She had very faint smile lines around her eyes and had a bearing about her that told me she wasn’t a kid. She reached a hand out as we continued toward the bar and said, “Hi. I’m Kate.” I instantly assigned her a ‘fuckability factor of 9.95.

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“Binding her,” said Sir, “Will make it the pain easier to endure.”

Brat lay down on her back on the log, which was large and flat on the top, like a bench. Mommy opened the bag of emergency supplies and removed several tongue depressors and a roll of gauze. She opened Brat’s mouth, drew out her tongue, and clamped it between two of the wooden tongue depressors. She tied the ends of the flat wooden sticks tightly together with several turns of gauze and fastened the loose ends of the gauze behind Brat’s head. Now Brat’s tongue was clamped and she was unable to move it or speak.

Next Mommy removed several coils of rope, which would serve to lash Brat to the log. She tied Brat’s hands together, drew them above her head, and tied them to the log. Then she spread Brat’s thighs apart and bent her feet to her ass and wrapped a rope several times around each leg so that Brat’s leg was encased in a rope cast, and fastened the ends of the rope around the log. She tied a rope around Brat’s waist to the log. With her legs splayed out, Brat’s pussy was wide open, and she could move very little.

Sir removed a box of cutips, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, several packages of sterile alcohol wipes, a roll of hypodermic needles, and a couple pairs of latex gloves. He also removed mersin escort a syringe and cut the tapered end off with a pair of scissors. Donning the gloves, he carefully wiped both of Brat’s breasts with an alcohol wipe. Then he dipped a couple of cutips in the alcohol and wiped each of her nipples with a swab.

Sir grasped her breast near the base firmly in one hand until the nipple stuck up, swollen and hard. He flicked the hard nipple with his finger, reached for one of the needles and slowly pressed the end straight into the end of her nipple. The needle was about an inch and a half long. At first Brat’s taut flesh resisted his slow, steady pushing, then suddenly, the needle started to move easily into her nipple. He inserted it about half way and stopped. Then he used his index finger to push it in a little more. When he lifted his finger slightly, the needle would retract from her tit flesh.

Sir pushed his finger up and down several times, pushing and retracting the needle as Brat’s eyes squeezed in pain. He rotated the needle back and forth between his fingers, twisting it back and forth into the nipple. “Good girl,” he said, “give me your pain as an offering; show me how you suffer.” Brat’s hands twisted in the kocaeli escort ropes but she was not able to move them or stop his relentless pushing, retracting, and twisting of the needle in her nipple.

After several minutes, Sir moved on to his next area of interest. Leaving the needle thrust into her tit, he moved his hand down to her pussy. He held five cutips dampened with alcohol in his hand. Moving the first one to her anus and circling the tight rosebud, he pushed it inside. He quickly followed with the other four swabs. He held the five cutips in place just inside her tight muscles, near the entrance.

Soon the delicate membranes of her anus screamed with the burning of the alcohol. Sir quickly removed them and set them aside. He wetted another cutip with alcohol and began to rub it over her inner lips and let it settle inside her vagina. The burning pain was excruciating inside Brat’s delicate pussy. Sir traced her inner pussy lips and dipped inside her agonized pussy with several more swabs, then began to scrub around her little pee hole.

Slowly, as he squeezed her hole open, Sir inserted the end of the alcohol soaked cutip in and out of her hole. Her body was now covered in sweat from the exertion of samsun escort her squirming attempts to escape the searing pain in her most delicate areas. “You know what’s next,” intoned Sir. “The next thing you feel will be the burning touch applied to your clit.”

Sir slowly retracted her clit hood and flicked her little bud to life with his finger tip. He brought the open ended syringe to the end of her clit, pulled back on the plunger, and began to suck the tip of her clit up into the syringe. He then released and sucked it up again, pumping it in and out of the syringe, slowly pulling it into the syringe a tiny bit more each time. After several minutes of pumping, he had it sucked up into the tube about a half inch.

Sir now set aside the pumper syringe and squeezed Brat’s swollen clit. Brat groaned, a low, guttural moan of pain. He unwrapped a last needle, and holding the base of Brat’s swollen clit, slowly pushed the needle from one side to the other, right through Brat’s clit. Now Brat squealed and bucked wildly, but the bonds held her firm. There was nothing she could do to remove the needle. Sir stroked the wet, damp hair off her forehead and said “Yes! Just like that, feel the pain, there is no escape, only acceptance!”

Gradually, Brat’s body relaxed as she descended into a blissful state. Sir twisted the needle between his fingers and Brat groaned, the pain transcending her cheeky attitude. She was at peace as Sir gradually removed the needles and Mommy removed all the ropes. Sir cradled Brat on his lap as all her defiance had left her and only a sense of peace remained.

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Author’s note

Part Six takes shortly after Part Five. It is not necessary for you to have read Parts One, Two, and Three, but if you have not read Parts Four and Five, you will find the story difficult to follow.

Just as Part Three concluded the portion of the story set in Autumn, Part Six concludes the Summer cycle. Part Seven will take us to Spring and introduce a new cast of characters, as Part Four did. But, as I’ve said before, this is not the last we’ll hear from these characters. As will be apparent by the end of Part Six, all of the individual parts of the story are ultimately going to converge.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me or leave a comment. Either way, I’ll try to respond in a timely manner.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, many chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

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From the carefully arranged flowerbeds that were filled with row upon colorful row of exotic specimens to the exquisite jade statues and the marble fountains, the royal garden absolutely took Patty’s breath away. Even more stunning than its beauty, however, was the fact that it was found on the grounds of her father’s palace. Hank Fisher was a man whose most colorful item of clothing, so far as she could tell, was a faded pair of jeans. A man who often wore a bowler hat and carried a cane, as though they lived in some other century.

Then she spotted her sister standing by herself in the shade beneath one of the taller statues and it came to Patty.

There was a reason that it seemed like her father couldn’t possibly be responsible for such a gorgeous display. Annie had been living with him for nearly two months now. In that time, she’d hardly left the royal palace. In a sense, the place was her home more so than it was their father’s. It only stood to reason, then, that Annie’s sense of style would make itself known. Granted, Patty had never known Annie to have much of an eye for such things either. Her sister had never missed an opportunity to call Patty an old woman trapped in a young woman’s body whenever she found Patty watching HGTV or reading Better Homes and Gardens. But she’d often suspected that Annie had more interest in her sister’s pursuits than she let on. And it was easier to believe that she’d picked up something from Patty than it was to imagine that her father knew the first thing about floral arrangement.

Patty went over to Annie, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, “Love, love, love what you’ve done with the place.”

A faint smile spread across her sister’s lips, but she didn’t turn to face Patty. Instead, her gaze lingered on what was apparently an object of extreme fascination.

Following her sister’s gaze, Patty found, to no great surprise, that Annie had been staring at their father. He stood a dozen yards away, talking to Gabriela and Eric. And he was looking pretty damn good, too.

She’d never understood Veronica’s thing for older men. Nor had she any idea that Annie, of all people, shared it. If her sisters had felt their father’s absence so keenly when they were growing up, Patty couldn’t quite see why. She’d never thought that their two mothers were anything less than perfect parents. Had never really wondered what life would be like if their father hadn’t left, or why he had done so. Not any more than was to be expected, anyway.

But, just at that moment, it was a little easier to wrap her head around. He still wasn’t really her type, but she could definitely see the appeal.

It helped that he’d adopted a younger appearance. No longer was her father’s mane mostly silver. Streaks of it still remained, but his hair was mostly chestnut brown now. Where there’d once been a scraggly beard, there was now only smooth, clean-shaven skin. Skin that still looked worn and tough, but significantly less so than it had before. Some of the lines that had been etched into his face were no longer there, while the deepest of the remaining crevasses had become a bit shallower. If their father had been relatively handsome for an older man before, he was now simply handsome, without any need for qualifiers.

No less important than the changes in his face, though, were those in his wardrobe. Patty had dated guys who dressed plainly, and she’d never thought anything of it. Even thought it cute. But she had to admit that seeing her father dressed so well was having an effect on her. The black three-piece suit he wore was of the finest silk and could not have been cut more perfectly to fit his form. It made his shoulders look broader and his waist thinner than she thought she remembered them being. The fabric squeezed tightly about his biceps and quads, but had the right amount of slack elsewhere. And, of course, it made him look sophisticated. His wing-tipped shoes yalova escort were smart, his silver watch beautiful, and his green tie more colorful than anything Patty had seen him wear before. True, he was still carrying that cane around, but it seemed less out of place now. And he’d lost that silly hat.

He looked more like a wealthy playboy entertaining guests than he did a king receiving subjects. And not the kind of playboy who women fawned over simply because of his money.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” Annie asked with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Patty said. “He actually kinda is.”

“Sorry,” Annie said, finally turning around. “I haven’t seen you in forever, and here we are talking about me.”

Actually, they were talking about their father. But, apparently, that was a distinction without a difference. After all, by agreeing that he looked good, Patty was effectively commending her sister on landing a great catch.

Annie gave Patty a hug, looked her over, and said, “My, my. Isn’t that a pretty dress!”

Patty blushed.

It was, really. But it definitely wasn’t the type of thing Annie would be caught dead in. For one thing, it had an empire waist, right up beneath the bust. The kind of waistline preferred by women who prided themselves on having nice breasts but felt the need to hide the rest of their body. For another, it had a modest neckline. Though Patty was indeed proud of her full yet perky breasts, she’d never been as comfortable putting her girls out there the way quite as shamelessly as Annie did.

Worst of all, though, the dress was pink. Not baby pink, either. Shocking pink.

There had undoubtedly been a time in her life when Annie had worn pink. As an infant, if nothing else. But Patty couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her sister in it.

Given all of that, she found it rather unlikely that her sister had actually meant what she’d said. Besides, if she had, it would have been the first time she’d ever paid Patty a sincere compliment for her choice of clothing.

But Patty didn’t care. She liked the way she looked in the dress. It drew one’s eyes towards her breasts without being indecent, and it helped to deflect attention away her broad hips and big ass. Her legs didn’t even look too short in it, the way they did in most every other dress she’d ever tried on.

If Annie was thinking to herself that it was ghastly, that it was entirely too girly for a grown woman to wear, well, that was her problem. Patty wasn’t going to let anyone ruin the good mood she’d been in since she’d slipped it on earlier that afternoon.

“Me? How about you?” Patty said, slapping her sister gently on the shoulder. Her eyes traveled up and down Annie’s figure. “You’ll have to forgive me. If it seems like I’m staring, that’s only because I am.”

“Oh, stop,” Annie said, looking away. Then she grinned and peered back at Patty through a fan of long eyelashes. “He picked it out for me,” she added as she tugged at the hem of her green cocktail dress with her thumbs and forefingers. “I never thought green was my color, but I look good on his arm when I wear this.”

“I bet you do,” Patty said.

It was a bit trampy for Patty’s tastes. Her sister’s boobs were practically falling out. But if it had a more modest neckline, it would have been gorgeous. The silk was elegant and the color rich and fabulous. It fit Annie just right too. In that dress, Annie looked like she was all legs and breasts and nothing else from the waist down.

Which of course meant that it wasn’t anything Patty could ever wear. She absolutely did not have the hips for a dress like that. Or the legs.

“Anyway, Pattycakes,” her sister continued, “How the hell have you been?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Patty said. She stared at her feet, trying to focus on how pretty her pink nail polish was and how cute her white strappy sandals were rather than thinking about her sister’s question. “Fine, I guess.”

“You guess?” Annie asked. “What’s there to complain about now that Daddy’s king? Summer’s become the paradise that it should be!”

Patty worried at her lower lip.

It wasn’t that she disagreed. Since their father had taken power, a lot of things had changed. The worst of the old rules had been scrapped. They could be with whomever they pleased, whenever they pleased. No more pairing up with random members of the family for a year at a time before everything got reshuffled. Patty and her siblings had never even submitted to that practice, but it had always sounded absolutely insufferable.

Nor did the new king demand much from them. No one was expected to sleep with him if they didn’t want to, the way they had been with Phil. So long as they didn’t draw too much attention to themselves in the Playground, they were basically allowed to go about their lives as they pleased.

The real question, of course, was how long that would last. Nick and Veronica were convinced that their father was just trying to lull everyone into a false sense of security edirne escort while he built up a proper power base. Once he had, he’d impose his will on them. Rule with an iron fist. Or dragon’s claw, for that matter.

Still, that wasn’t why Patty hesitated.

“You don’t want to hear it,” she said.

“Course I do,” Annie said, brushing her fingertips through Patty’s hair and giving her a sympathetic look. “You’re my sister. I want you to be happy.”

Well, if nothing else, their father had taught Annie to lie more convincingly. Perhaps he’d even taken some of the venom out of her blood. Helped ease her insecurities. It wasn’t often that Annie told either of her sisters that she wanted them to be happy.

“It’s just that I’m kinda lonely,” Patty said. Then, laughing at herself, she added, “Can you believe that? We left behind the mortal world for some crazy fantasy world of non-stop sex. Fun for the whole family. I’m getting more play than I ever did before. Really, really good sex, too. Whenever I want it. But, somehow, despite all that, I’ve never felt so alone.”

Annie frowned then pulled her in for a hug.

The shock of it almost made Patty fall over. After a quick recovery, though, she wrapped her arms tightly around her sister’s waist. She even rested her cheek against the shelf formed by Annie’s big boobs. It felt good to just hold her sister. To get some recognition for what she was going through without having to explain it or justify it or defend it.

“You’ll find someone,” Annie said at last.

Patty burst out laughing.

This wasn’t the Playground. They weren’t mortals. There weren’t plenty of fish in the sea. She had two brothers, a father, and a grandfather. That was it. Eric and Gabriela were every bit as inseparable as Nick and Veronica. And Patty didn’t really care for older men, even those with killer bodies. After what had happened with Kurt, that meant she was pretty much out of options.

True, she wasn’t really limited to her family. In fact, they weren’t even supposed to fall in love with each other. Despite everything that had changed since their father ascended the throne, that much was still true. But no one seemed to be paying attention, including the king himself. And it wasn’t like she met others of their kind all that often either. Seemed all the men of the Homelands were too busy with their mothers and their sisters and their cousins to get out to the bars or join dating sites or do whatever her kind did to meet people when and if they strayed away from home.

Why did her cousin have to turn out to be such a spineless mama’s boy? Why did he have to choose to remain in the Eternal Garden? Why didn’t he love her?

“No, really,” Annie said. “You will.”

“Where?” Patty said with a sad laugh.

“You’d be surprised….”

Patty raised an eyebrow. “You know something I don’t know?”

Was her cousin coming back to Summer?

“Maybe I do,” Annie said with a coy grin. “There are benefits to sleeping with the king.”

Patty rolled her eyes. “I bet.” Then, when her sister didn’t elaborate, she said, “Well?”

Annie shook her head. “He’d kill me if I ruined his big surprise.”

“Come on,” Patty said, slapping her sister’s upper arm.

“Not gonna happen.”

And, true to her word, her sister said not another word about it.

“Have you got it with you?” his father asked.

“Got what?” Eric asked, brow furrowed.

“Eric!” his mother whispered.

Those green eyes darted down to Eric’s right hand, which had been repeatedly curling into a loose fist, opening up, and then closing again. As if he were gripping the handle of his sword. Eric could almost feel the worn leather against his skin. His Libido quivered at the mere memory of the blade and the way it gently but persistently drained energy from him. He hadn’t noticed that at first, but the more he bonded with the sword, the more noticeable it became. His daily sessions practicing with the blade increasingly left him fatigued. But when it was in his hands, he felt powerful. Invincible, even.

He hadn’t even realized that he’d just been daydreaming about holding his blade, longing for the thrill of its touch. It was just that he’d been so tense since the moment they began preparing for this gathering.

Something big was going to happen here today. Something he wasn’t going to like. He didn’t know what, but he knew that much.

“Always,” Eric told his father at last.

The king gave a nod. “As you should. But you won’t have need of it today.”

Like he was going to tell Eric that he meant him harm.

But that was just his nerves talking. His father had something planned, and it wasn’t going to be good, but neither was it going to threaten his life or that of his mother. If the king wanted to take them out, he wouldn’t do it like this. When and if that day came, there’d be no advance warning. No hours of dread and anxiety and preparation.

Besides, since taking the throne, his erzurum escort father hadn’t really given Eric any reason to oppose him. Quite the opposite, in fact. Things had been quiet. He and his mother had been happy. As happy as could be expected, given the loss of Uncle Wes.

It was only when he’d invited them all to his palace for the first time since his ascension that Eric had begun to wonder. To lose sleep.

From the moment his mother had shown him the silver envelope and the handwritten letter contained therein, one question had been on Eric’s mind: what devious plan of his father’s was about to come to fruition?

Perhaps it was just that his other children had finally come of age and he wanted them to be there when his new wife and kids formally joined the court. The timing seemed like it could be about right, and Gabby thought that’s what this was all about. But Eric didn’t think it was so simple. Even if there were to be more Fishers inducted into the First Court of Summer that night, Eric doubted that such was the real point of the gathering. There had to be something more going on. A reason why he wanted them there.

His mother put a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, baby.” Then, turning to her former husband, she said, “Forgive him, Your Majesty. He’s just forgotten his manners.”

The king offered Eric a mirthless grin. “Maybe it’s time for a father-son chat, hmm?”

“That’s not neces-” Gabby began.

But when the king whipped his head from Eric to his mother, and those emerald eyes bore into her, she swallowed her words.

Eric’s hand itched for his sword worse than ever. A seam formed in the air and split open. A moment later, it would be in his hands.

He might be the king, and he might be Eric’s father, but no one looked at his mother like that. Not while Eric was around.

That was when the Hardt clan walked through the gate. The five of them were led by Flori, who looked every inch the proud matriarch, despite her casual attire. Or perhaps a general leading her troops into battle. After all, with that short haircut of hers, it almost looked like she was wearing a helmet. And her determined stride was more befitting a military man than an elderly woman.

What Eric noticed most of all, though, was the way her dark eyes locked onto the king. It almost came as a surprise when they didn’t shoot lasers out and burn his father to a smoldering crisp right then and there.

At that point, even his father looked tense.

“Actually, I should go talk to them anyway,” Gabby said. “I haven’t seen Jennifer in weeks.” She turned back to Eric’s father. The look she gave him was slightly bemused. “And she probably needs to work her way up to speaking to you.”

A faint grin spread across the king’s lips.

Eric looked a question at his mother, but without so much as a word, she told him that it was okay. Their eyes met, and her gaze was unwavering. He also sensed a stately calm in her Libido. Had they been alone, he still might have protested, but he’d only have lost the argument anyway. And it was best if the king saw them as a united front.

“Shall we then?” his father asked, gesturing towards a footpath that meandered through the garden out to the hedge maze.

Reluctantly, Eric nodded his assent.

As they started walking past the flower beds and statues and fountains, his father said, “You don’t trust me one little bit, do you?”

“Should I?” Eric asked.

“I may only ever give you this one piece of fatherly advice,” his father replied. “So hear me well when I say that your mother is the only person you should trust completely.”

Eric stubbed his toe on a slate paving stone, nearly tripping over.

He’d expected his father to tell him not to trust anyone. That was what people like him were supposed to say. His father never took any risks he didn’t have to take. What bigger risk could there be than to completely trust another person?

His father smiled. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the soft gurgling of water as it gushed out of the carved dragon heads and into fountain basins below. That, and the soft click of his father’s cane against stone.

“You trust your sister,” Eric said at last.

“Of course,” his father replied without hesitation. “Love conquers all, eh?”

Eric frowned. “Now you’re just mocking me.”

“Whatever would give you that impression?” his father asked.

“But only her,” Eric said, ignoring his father’s question. “Everyone else, even Annie, you see as being every bit as much of a threat as I am?”

His father cocked an eyebrow. “Are you a threat then?”

Eric trailed his fingers along the scales of a dragon statue as they passed it by. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. But I know that’s how you see me.”

“Clever boy.”

With a flick of his father’s wrist, the statue snapped its jaws at Eric. If he hadn’t recoiled quickly enough, he’d have lost a finger. A moment later, it was still as a statue once more.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” his father continued. “No one is a threat to me. Not my sister, not yours, and not even you.” Then, with the hard edge gone from his voice, he said, “Yes, my sister is the only one I trust completely. But Annie and I have grown very close these past few months. At times, I almost forget that she’s got Hardt blood in her veins.”

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I’m Now Called Dee Ch. 03

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Ass

Waking up Sunday morning I luxuriated in the feel of the silky pyjamas, the granny pants had been…ok but not quite up to the job. Maybe I’d just have to put up with being untucked in bed.

Kate and I had a quick cuddle, we also both needed the bathroom. As each of us finished we went downstairs in our pyjamas and made breakfast, and plans.

After breakfast, I showered first, wrapped a towel round myself and went back to the bedroom. While Kate showered, I started moisturising, picked out a clean pair of control pants and tucked. Next I put my bra on, stuffing the cups with socks again. Kate came back as I was putting my thigh highs on. She adjusted the socks in my cups, that looked better.

As Kate got dressed, I logged onto the laptop and started looking for crossdressing supplies and breast forms. There were so many shapes, sizes, shades and materials to choose from. I picked a pair of silicone asymmetrical, oval forms with realistic looking nipples. Looked up what advice they gave about sleeping with them on. After reading up and checking out some reviews, I decided on another pair of forms, this time made of foam.

By this time Kate was dressed, although she’d not yet done her hair and makeup. She was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a v neck sweater. I thought she looked fab, and told her so.

We both looked at what I’d found online and ordered both sets of breast forms, a couple of pocket bras to fit my daytime forms in. Kate would get me a sports bra to hold my bedtime forms. We also ordered some gaffs to keep me tucked. We saw some prosthetic gaff inserts shaped to be functioning vaginas, some with and some without pubic hair. That was a step too far, besides which, that would surely make for a bulky pubic area, not the look I wanted. Free delivery if you spent over £95, well we certainly spent more than that, delivery in three to four working days. Great I would be ready for next weekend.

I finished dressing. This time gaziantep escort I wore a pencil line skirt, that came just below the knee and a roll neck sweater with a camisole top underneath. I thought the look was gorgeous, but high heels would have just added the killer touch. Kate agreed.

We sat together at the dressing table to do our hair and makeup, Kate taking time to show and instruct me. In fact we spent all morning, me putting on and taking off makeup. We also planned a basic makeup kit for me. The afternoon was spent reinforcing yesterday’s lessons and by bedtime I was exhausted. I didn’t tuck this time, but wearing the silky pyjamas was enough.

As I settled in bed, I thought about tomorrow and work. I would have to present my male self, but I would tuck and wear some control panties. I would secretly be female in my head, and dress properly when I got home.

I worked in IT, so was often around the building sorting out problems and moving equipment. I started seeing people in a different light, and paid more attention to the women. How they carried themselves, how they dressed how they interacted with other women and men.

Inevitably, I eventually needed to go to the toilet. Obviously I couldn’t use the Ladies, so going into the Gents I entered one of the two cubicles and hovered over the seat to pee then wipe. Exiting the cubicle I washed my hands, checked my hair and checked my ‘makeup.’ If at any time there was a man in there, well so what, I wasn’t hurting anybody.

During the morning I got a text from Kate asking me how I was getting on, I text back.

“All fine, missing my bra, can’t w8 2 get home & dressed. Luv Dee.”

When I got home, Kate had bought the shoes she’d promised. Bless her she’d also found a 36A bra, some foam padding, into which she’d managed to sew a nipple shape and was now sewing into the bra cup.

“You can wear this to work under a shirt konya escort and jacket, or sweater, without it being noticeable.”

While she was sewing, I dressed, did my hair, makeup and tried on the shoes. As I walked round the room, getting used to the feel of having heels, I spotted another package.

“Yes that’s for you as well.”

It was a flesh coloured sports bra.

“Oh, thank you,” I said, “all ready for when my bedtime forms arrived.”

The rest of the week was pretty much the same, except now and again I had a sneaky caress of my workday breasts. Thursday evening when I got home there was a plain brown paper parcel hidden behind the plant pots on the porch. My breasts had arrived, I rushed upstairs to try them on and show Kate.

Friday evening when I got home and was dressed and made up, Kate said,

“Let’s do a short practice walk to the minimart in the village. As a test I want you to buy some sanitary protection.”

“B..b..but I won’t need any and I wouldn’t know what to buy.”

“Of course you would know what to buy!… Remember, you are a woman of a certain age and you should know enough by now. What would you expect to find in her handbag?”

She was right of course, but I was nervous and trying to wriggle out of it.

Off we went, only once did she have to remind me to show confidence. In the minimart, Kate browsed the makeup, while I made my selection and went to pay.

Once back home I admitted I was nervous, not so much as having to buy sanitary products, but having to hand them to a male assistant I knew, to pay.

“Well you handled it very well. He certainly didn’t recognise you. I knew there was a 70% chance you’d get him as he seems to do the late shift there. That was part of the test. Tomorrow should be a breeze.”

I wasn’t so sure about that, as we would be buying me a new wardrobe, which would mean lots of trying things on.

In kayseri escort the morning we got ready, I was nervous and excited about what lay ahead. We took the bus into Watford, I was taking big calming breaths. The shopping centre was crowded with Saturday shoppers.

We made our way to one of the smaller ladies boutiques. Both of us picking out some items to try on, making our way to the changing rooms, I began to falter. The assistant gave each of us a tag with a number on, Kate gave me a little push.

“Come on, let’s go try,” she said, disappearing into one of the changing cubicles.

‘Hmph, that’s OK for you, your a real woman,’ I thought, ‘no I mustn’t think like that. I am a real woman, I just have the wrong bits.’

I pulled the curtain shut behind me, checked that nobody could see in, then started trying things on.

“Dee, what do you think of this?”

Poking my head round the curtain, Kate gave a twirl.

“Well?”

“Yes, lovely.”

“Are you going to show me what your trying?”

Withdrawing my head, I said, “give me a moment.”

I finished fastening the buttons down the front of the dress and stepped out.

“Ta-da, what do you think?”

After that we went to buy makeup, then lingerie, stopped for coffee, and then bought some more shoes.

“I need a wee,” said Kate, “if we use the Ladies in that store over there, they’ll be cleaner and quieter than the shopping centre ones.”

I’d not given a thought about needing the toilet till she mentioned it, then I realised that I needed to go. I was glad Kate thought about using a quieter one to ease me in on my first public toilet experience.

Sunday was quiet, we went for a walk round the area where we lived, we saw people we knew, stopped, chatted and nobody seemed to recognise me.

The next few weeks were a series of firsts for my new persona. First trip to the cinema, first trip to a restaurant, first evening out for a drink. We had drinks bought for us, were chatted up and flirted with. I enjoyed and appreciated the attention, the men assumed I was a woman and that boosted my confidence. I flirted back, not that I was interested in men, but the sexual power was intoxicating. Who knows what I might have done, if my plumbing had been different.

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The Harvest

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Kissing

I had dozed off. I woke up in the exam room as my table was being unlocked and rotated upright. I was beginning the day strapped to the padded exam table, naked, fully exposed. With my exam table rotated up to the vertical I was now in the standing position, my hyper-erect penis curving upward at a more-than-right angle from my body. My cock felt heavy, sore and oddly “congested”, yearning for release.

This was my fourth day “volunteering” for The Institute. It proved to be much more demanding, and rewarding, than I had ever imagined.

Preparation for semen collection at The Institute was rigorous, and I had applied myself thoroughly to the program. Now it was time for me to produce. I had been made to watch hours of intense pornography while being masturbated to the brink of climax over and over without release. One video actually showed my own wife with two men. One man had his penis in her mouth, the other in her vagina from the rear. They vigorously used her. Her enthusiasm for this act was something I had never seen. I had no idea this video existed or where it came from. I did not recognize the men using her. Her enjoyment of being taken by them was unmistakable.

Earlier my attendant had readied me for semen harvesting by inserting a prostate vibrator into my anus before I was strapped to the exam table. The remotely controlled Lelo Hugo vibrator generated significant stimulation, easily enough to render my ejaculation on its own, but The Institute was interested in hyper-ejaculation- mersin escort huge ejaculations of massive volumes of sperm from a single male orgasm.

Hyper-ejaculation required both extended orgasm denial and extended arousal, a difficult (and sometimes painful) balance to maintain. And that brought me here, strapped upright to a medical exam table, vibrator inside me, pumped full of pharmaceuticals engineered to give me a larger, firmer erection and produce more ejaculate.

Once my table was locked upright the needle came. This was the hard part. Directly into my testicles from the right side. The injection filled my sack, and the sensation was immediate, a burning sensation as the drug accelerated my semen production at an impossible rate. The burning was replaced by a deep cramping across my abdomen, and then the impossible swelling of my balls as they filled, becoming enlarged and firm, engorged with fresh semen. In only thirty minutes my balls were distended, heavy and drawn tight with a huge cum load ready to shoot.

My Administrator, dressed erotically as she always was, prepared a narrow, steel sound for insertion into my penis head. Her beautiful, exposed breasts above her black latex, open bust corset, her glistening, smooth vagina exposed atop long legs in nude stockings gartered to her corset. Despite my discomfort, she was impossible to ignore. And that was the point. Like me, she was a volunteer for this program, recruited for her kocaeli escort appearance and willingness to participate in these sexual experiments. Her long hair gathered in a single ponytail down her back. She did not speak as she prepared me.

The insertion of the bright, stainless steel penis sound into my cock head would deliver e-stim current through the length of my cock. This powerful stimulation, combined with doses of Viagra and Semenax, increased blood flow to my inflamed genitals. My penis actually became harder still, and more painful.

The electrodes came next, stuck to either side of my waxed scrotum. These were pleasant once my tolerance for the current improved, unless the edges were not stuck to the skin of my testes tightly, in which case they just burned. The TENS pads were electrified by the girl, and the cocktail of drugs and electricity turned my penis into a rigid prong and my sacks into bulging reservoirs of fresh sperm. This is exactly what the experiment demanded.

She inserted the sound into the head of my penis, burning a little at first, but then the current and vibration started. Between the vibrator in me, the drugs, the electricity, the vibrating, electric penis sound, being strapped down, and the perfect countenance of my attendant, it was impossible to resist. I would be ejaculating soon, and in absurd volumes.

When I had reached optimal arousal she deftly removed the metal penis sound from my cock, pulling samsun escort it out in one smooth stroke. Then she applied cool lubricant gel to me. Adjusting my table slightly, she stood in front of me and said, “Tell me the moment you feel your ejaculation beginning. Do not ejaculate inside me for any reason young man or you will be removed from this program.”

Then, she turned, bent, spread slightly, and backed onto me.

Her vagina was heaven. Too good to describe, and she gently and rhythmically rocked back and forth, steadying herself on the lab table in front of her. She used her snug, sopping wet vagina on me to induce ejaculation. As she rocked against me, bent over at the waist, using her vagina to milk my penis, she reached over and turned the current across my testicles up while manipulating the controls for the vibrator inside my ass.

“I feel it through your cock- the electricity and the vibration,” She said. “It feels good.”

That was all it took. Only 45 seconds after she impaled herself on me I announced, per her strict instructions, “I am ready to produce now Ma’am.”

She slid forward, off me, picked the collection beaker off the table and slipped my cockhead inside. Then she looked me in the eye and said simply, “Every drop…”

And she turned the electricity up. I had become a living sex toy to her, for this program, completely at her control.

My cock bucked once, then heaved, balls contracting, semen lashing into the collection vessel in a constant stream. An impossible amount, it just continued to flow out of me. The orgasm convulsed my entire body. Had I not been strapped upright to the exam table I would have doubled over from cumming, it was so strong. Then came the crushing sensation of my balls completely emptying.

“Every drop young man…” She said.

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The Note Home Ch. 01

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Asian

[All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Readers offended by descriptions of bodily functions should not read further.]

Once more, with love to Megs

The worst thing about everything that was happening was that I was an 18-year-old high school girl but my English teacher still sent notes home to my mother. I had asked Miss Steele why she still insisted on doing that and she responded, “Allison, so long as you behave like a younger girl and act up in class, I will treat you as I would a middle-schooler and send behavior reports home.”

That day, she caught me passing a note to my best friend Jana and told me in a loud voice in front of the whole class that I would get a U in Conduct for the day and she was writing a note home to my mother. Nobody laughed, which at least was a blessing, because they all knew it could happen to them. Miss Steele was probably only in her late 20s, ten years older than we in her class were, but she affected an older style, with her crisp white blouses, auburn hair worn in a bun, and dark grey flannel skirts, worn with seamed hose and smart pumps.

I knew for sure that she would also telephone my mother, just in case I had any idea of trying to forget to deliver the horrible note. I already was preparing myself mentally for the humiliating scene which would follow, and the worse one tomorrow when my classmates would grin and ask me how my evening at home had gone.

My mother was quite active in parent groups at the high school, so she had met Miss Steele. The English teacher had mentioned to her that she had found it very effective to send notes home when students misbehaved. My mother said she remembered that from her own school days and smiled as she said it wasn’t a pleasant memory, but she conceded that it had succeeded in making her behave better in class. She urged Miss Steele to send a note home with me whenever the teacher felt I had not behaved as I should.

There was of course a ritual connected with the note home, as there seemed to be with everything Miss Steele did. You had to come back to her classroom at the end of the day and wait there with any other unfortunates who were in the same position you were. The attractive teacher would sit behind her desk and you could see her writing with her fountain pen on her special pink stationery—all very feminine.

The contents, however, would result when read by your mother in your backside being bared for a particularly humiliating spanking. The worst of it was that Miss Steele did not show you the note before she very ceremoniously sealed it. My mother also did not show it to me nor did she read it. This led me to wonder incredibly hard what the English teacher had said that riled my urfa escort mother so much when it came time for her to discipline me at home for what the note reported.

I was walking home with Jana when she asked me why I didn’t try to unseal the note and read it before I got home.

“Jana,” I said with a cry, “Mom will absolutely destroy my bottom if she finds I’ve opened the note.”

As she persisted I reached into my bag and pulled out the small pink envelope with my mother’s name written on it in a graceful hand. This miserable little note would cause me such pain.

I managed to unseal the flap so I could re-seal it and carefully extracted the note. Jana and I were both creaming in our panties, I was sure (about her because she usually confessed it to me), as I began to open the note and read it aloud:

“My Dear Margaret,

“I am so sorry to be forced to advise you that Allison has again been misbehaving in class. I caught her today passing notes, which is something I told her was a naughty habit that normally ceased after middle school. I would not presume to suggest how you deal with this, but if it were my decision, some young lady’s panties would be taken down for a good bare-bottom spanking and perhaps some added discipline in your discretion.

“Regretfully, “/s/ Linda

“Linda Steele (Miss)”

I shuddered as I carefully re-folded the note and re-inserted it in the pink envelope and even more carefully attempted to re-seal it so it looked untouched. I had done a pretty good job, or so I thought.

Jana was no longer teasing me and she bid me good night as she turned off toward her home and told me she hoped my rear end didn’t burn too much.

***

I should have realized the moment I walked in the door that my mother would be ready for me. Our modern age meant that even a young teacher who loved traditions as much as Miss Steele did would alert her conspirators, like my mother, by the advanced mechanism of e-mail.

“Allison,” my mother called, “come here. I need to speak with you.”

She was sitting in her favorite arm chair as I strode into the living room. I could see she had been alerted because she was wearing a severe outfit: white sleeveless blouse, black skirt, seamed hose, and pumps.

“I understand you got into a bit of trouble with Miss Steele,” she said calmly.

“Yes, mom,” I replied, knowing it made no sense to deny anything. “Here’s her note. Of course, all I did was pass a note to Jana.”

“You know, young lady,” my mother intoned, “that Miss Steele doesn’t put up with that kind of naughtiness. I’m really surprised at you doing that there, and you all of 18 years old now.”

I balıkesir escort cringed because I knew what was happening next.

“Go to your room and put on your punishment outfit,” my mother said. “Then return here and we’ll deal with this little situation.”

“Aw, please, Mom,” I made one last effort to forestall this supremely humiliating treatment. “Not that again. I’m too old for that.”

“Nonsense,” she said firmly. “You go put that on and be quick about it or there will be extras.”

I went to my room, opened the closet and took down the horrible pink dress, the one with the tutu-like skirt that puffed up and was so short that my panties would be on display, from the shelf. As was required, I took off my regular undies and put on the awful little girl ones, the ones with the ducks on them, and they were so tight, too, they pressed right into my coochie.

Then I had to put on the pink leggings that only came up to my knees and put my hair in pigtails. Lastly, I put on the shameful childish MaryJanes and buckled the little straps.

“My, my,” my mother cooed when she saw me, “you look all of 13 years old, Allison.” She loved it when I was made to dress up so childishly, and it was even worse because I was denied permission to keep my bra on underneath the awful pink dress.

She tapped her fingers on her lap and I knew it was time to get across her lap for the inevitable. She flipped up my little skirt, the tutu-like part of the dress, and carefully took down the miserably tight panties. Now my large exposed rear was on full display.

I knew that worse could happen now…and it did. Mom put her fingers on my anal opening and I felt the glycerin suppository slide into my rear channel. This of course was even more humiliating because by the time she was through with me, I would need to go in the worst way.

“That is to get all the naughtiness out of you, Allison,” she said, using her favorite expressions. Then she started spanking me as if I were still a 10-year-old, which is how I felt.

You may think a spanking is no big deal but my mother has a hard hand and loves to keep slapping my poor bum cheeks until they get rosy and then fiery red. I lost track of the number—fortunately, this wasn’t a time when she made me keep count—and then I even lost my voice and couldn’t yell any more.

Finally it ended but she told me to stand up and go bend over the end of the couch. Then the doorbell rang.

This had never happened before. None other than Miss Steele walked in, seeing my bare red ass bent over the couch!

“Ah, Margaret,” she said with a nasty light tone to her voice, “I see you have begun to punish trabzon escort the naughty girl already. Thank you so much for inviting me to witness the proceedings. Allison, I hope this makes you think twice about misbehaving the way you seem to enjoy doing in my class.”

Now I was really embarrassed. Miss Steele was seeing what she lacked the authority to do and I worried that my mother would let her punish me here.

And then that was just what happened. Mom handed Miss Steele the thin cane that Mom used so effectively and said, “Linda, perhaps you would like to give this naughty girl a few strokes with my cane to smarten her up a bit.”

Miss Steele proceeded to cane me like an expert. She fired stinger after stinger across my red bottom, at the top, middle, and bottom of the bottom and criss-cross, which hurts the most, of course. I could tell she was loving it but from my view all I could see bent over was her dark seamed stockings, which made her seem older than her late 20s.

Finally, it ended. Mom thanked Miss Steele and said I could stand up and pull up my panties.

I hesitated but not for long. Pulling up the little girl panties hurt like holy hell. They were tight anyway and the spanking had not only made my backside horridly sore but also made it tender and expanded it. I grimaced.

Then I had a really really terrible feeling. That feeling that you get when you need to go. Like big-time: doing Number Two.

I couldn’t waste time. “Mom,” I said, with a face as red as my bottom, “I…you know…I need to be excused now.”

“Linda,” my mother explained to the now-fascinated English teacher, “I usually administer a suppository before a naughty girl’s spanking so this is the result.”

“Allison,” she intoned, “you know what I require now. Go get the wooden child’s potty, which you will use her in front of Miss Steele.”

I cringed but left to get it before I had an accident in the little panties.

Miss Steele was grinning at my mother and assuring her she wouldn’t be offended by witnessing my use of the potty in front of her. The miserable bitch probably loved every second of it.

I came back with the potty and my mother motioned to me to take down my pants and sit on it. I now felt about four years old.

It didn’t take long for me to emit some embarrassing bowel sounds and then I did my business in the potty. I asked permission to wipe and my mother beckoned me to come over to her, using her forefinger.

This meant that she would take some toilet tissue she had there and as I bent in front of her and held my bottom cheeks apart, she ceremoniously wiped my anal opening and deposited the soiled tissue in a plastic bag.

Finally this humiliation ended and I was told to thank Miss Steele for disciplining me so well.

I managed to get the words out and Miss Steele condescendingly told me she was sure that I would improve my behavior after this imposition.

“Well, if she doesn’t, Linda,” my mother responded, “all you need to do is send me another note home.”

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Joe was the hottest boss I’d ever had, and he flirted with everyone. So I wasn’t necessarily surprised when occasionally he took notice of me.

“Hey, Sandra,” he’d say, resting one hip on my desk and flashing me that killer smile. The one complete with dimples and deep, soulful brown eyes.

“Hey, Joe,” I supplied, keeping my eyes on my computer screen.

“Want to come out with us Friday night?”

“No, sorry, I’m busy that night,” I glanced at him, noting the humor in his eyes that never dimmed.

“Sure, no problem. Maybe next week?” The way he said it, it sounded more like an answer than a question.

“Maybe next week.” Was I agreeing? I was definitely not agreeing.

“Great!” And with that, he floated off assuredly to his next proposition. I had to admit, he had an excellent body, and I had to admire that kind of swaggering confidence.

The next week, Joe was carrying an armful of folders and a large box of files. Slung across his arm was also an Armani jacket, so casually it nearly made me cringe. As he walked by my desk, something must have dropped out of the pocket. Moments later, when he had disappeared into his office, I looked down and noticed a leather black book, smaller than my hand, lying on the floor.

Discreetly, I speared it with my heel, drug it out of sight and bent to pick it up. Opening the first few pages, I immediately noticed the many names and numbers of many women who worked in our building and, figuring this was something better examined in private, quickly stashed it in my briefcase.

Blushing, I pretended to be busy at work and let my thoughts race. Was that what I think it was? This wasn’t a man who was careless in business, but clearly, if this was some kind of little black book, he was obviously careless in his personal life. Someone in his position surely wouldn’t keep something like that…

“Hey, Sandra!”

Startled, my hands jolted and spewed random letters across the proposal I was writing.

“Hm?” I glanced up as Joe leaned across my desk, resting his chin in his hands.

“I was hoping we could have a little talk about something. Say, tonight, over dinner?” He smiled and it was hard to break my gaze away.

“Sure,” I managed, trying to look innocent.

“Perfect. The Ivy, off 38th. Eight o’clock.”

“Sure.”

He winked, like we had a secret. Then left.

Slowly, I packed up my things and decided to call it a day. I wasn’t going to get anything else done here.

When I got home, I opened the book again. My name wasn’t in it. Some of the names I knew, some I didn’t. Some were crossed off. Then I noticed many of them had amounts listed next to them.

100, I read. 150. 125…

Hmm. While I raised an eyebrow at some, most of the names didn’t surprise me.

Dinner was in two hours. What was I going to do?

After some thought, a smile crossed my lips. I went through my clothes, pulling out a sexy skirt and nearly see-through blouse with some spicy lingerie underneath. If Joe was looking for some kind of negotiation, that’s what I’d give him.

—- x o —-

When she walked in, I didn’t recognize her at first. The woman who usually dressed conservatively had on a skimpy little black skirt and silver top, unbuttoned and revealing something lacy underneath. Shapely, long legs tapered down onto a pair of black stilettos. I tried not to lick my lips.

“Hey, Joe.”

“Hey, Sandra.”

She smelled fantastic. Something dark and crisp and alluring. Her brown hair was down, her eyes smokey in makeup I’d never seen hear wear. I felt my cock twitch and tried to keep myself composed as I took her hand and kissed it.

“Shall denizli escort we?”

I let the hostess lead us to our private table and ordered us some oysters and champagne. Of course, we had an entire balcony to ourselves, just as I had arranged it.

“So,” I said conversationally, “It’s been awhile since I hired you to work for the company. How are you liking your position?”

“Oh,” she smiled, her lip gloss glittering in the dim light. “I think I like it just fine. But, of course, I’m always looking for new opportunities.”

“That’s just what I was hoping to hear.”

I watched her sip her drink and eat delicately. She traced the top of her glass with her finger and I found myself mesmerized by her lips. They were full and thick, and shimmering wet with gloss. I’d always found her attractive, but with all her features embellished she was downright sexy. Delighted she had come to play, I’d let her think she had the upper hand. I had a feeling we’d both be leaving quite satisfied.

—- x o —-

“So, Sandra,” he said.

“Yes, Joe?” I smiled.

“I think you have something that belongs to me.”

“Oh,” I reached into my purse, pulling out the little black book. “Do you mean this?”

I leafed through the pages once again, trying to contain my amusement. He’d clearly left it for me to find. But why? Intrigued now, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, allowing my skirt to hike up a bit further.

“What is it?”

He stared at me a moment, a smile playing across his mouth. He had a bit of stubble, making him look tougher and a bit more rugged. A bit more dangerous.

“I think you know what it is.”

I smiled.

“I imagine a man in your position might find something like this a…sensitive matter. And I suspect you would like it back.”

“Yes,” he held his gaze, and I began to find this game very exciting.

“I may be willing to be discreet about this…” I set the book on the table. “For a price.”

“I thought you might say that,” he held my gaze, still giving nothing away. “What did you have in mind?”

“What’s it worth to you?”

He seemed to consider for a moment, then stood, drawing me up as well. He reached around me and pulled me snugly against him.

“Hey-“

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, his hands on my hips. “You give me the book back, and I give you a night you won’t forget.”

His hands began to roam higher, brushing under my blouse.

“No deal,” I said. “I give you the book back, and you give me a promotion. And we forget I ever saw it.”

I placed my hands on his chest to try to push him away, and he caught one and began to nibble on my fingers.

“The problem with that deal is, it doesn’t include you. And I’m accustomed to getting what I want.”

He leaned in and kissed my neck, his hands dipping under my blouse and his thumbs brushing just beneath my breasts. The man was sexy, I had to admit, and it had been a while, a long, long while, since I’d slept with anyone.

“You can’t afford me,” I managed as his hands became very busy and he began kissing his way along my neck.

“Name your price,” he murmured, biting my earlobe.

I backed away, putting some space between us. I ran a hand through my hair.

“Listen, Joe, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Then let’s make it simple.” He pulled out his checkbook, scribbled something on it, and handed it to me.

Stunned, I glanced down at a signed blank check.

“You can’t be serious,” I blurted.

“I want you, Sandra. One night. Name your price.” He held out a pen.

I hadn’t intended for things to diyarbakır escort go this way. I had wanted to dangle the bait in front of him, then walk away with my promotion and leave him with his secrets. But… glancing at the check, I felt a little lightheaded.

“Hold on a second,” I held up a finger. “…what exactly are you proposing?”

He grinned, a sly toothy smile spreading across his face.

“You name your price, and in return, I get you for one night. What we do is entirely up to me. What we don’t do, that’s entirely up to you. And, of course, I get my book back.”

Feeling curious, brave and a little turned on, I contemplated the deal. Then, I wrote in ONE MILLION and a one, followed by six zeroes. I held it up for him to see.

“How about this?” I said smugly.

“Done,” he said, picking up the black book from the table. “Let’s go.”

My jaw dropped as he took my hand.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Darling, I’m always serious when it comes to business.”

— x o —-

I was still stunned as I found myself standing in his penthouse, overlooking the city. The check was tucked in my purse, and I was in shock. This couldn’t actually be happening. He handed me a glass of wine and looked me up and down with those dark brown eyes.

“You don’t actually expect me to believe you’re going to go through with this.”

“Do you happen to know what my net worth is?” he countered, pulling me close again and beginning to unbutton my blouse.

“Well, yeah, but…”

He brushed the sleeves over my shoulders, then let my shirt fall to the ground, kissing the exposed skin above my bra.

“Trust me, Sandra, I’m good for it.”

He trailed open mouthed kisses across my breasts, then up my neck.

“Last chance to back out,” he whispered, his hands roaming down to gently cup my ass. “Do you agree to our deal, or not?”

He gave my ass a squeeze.

“Okay, all right. I agree.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, turning me away to pull me back against him. He bit my shoulder, the fingers of one hand splaying across my stomach as his other hand pulled down my skirt.

He made an approving sound at my choice of underwear: a black lace thong. I started to reach for my shoes before he stopped me.

“No, leave the heels on.”

One hand keeping me pressed against him-I could feel his erection against the small of my back-he used the other to toy with the thong, brushing his hand along the front of my thighs.

I squirmed as his fingers roamed the edges of the fabric, his hand leaving my belly to squeeze one breast, his breath heavy on the back of my neck.

“You are so gorgeous,” he said softly in my ear. His fingers dipped inside me, gently probing, teasing. I groaned.

He unfastened my bra, then turned me around and kissed me, gently at first and then more urgently.

“Tell me to stop, if you get uncomfortable.”

Then he pushed my back against the wall and dropped to his knees, kissing his way down my stomach and stopping between my thighs. He pressed a kiss to my mound, then I felt his tongue lapping at my folds.

“Oh, God,” I gripped his hair as he pushed his tongue inside me. I felt a finger enter me as he continued his assault, and my knees went weak when he sucked at my sensitive bud. He pumped a finger in and out as he licked and kissed my most sensitive core. When I thought my legs might buckle, he stood and scooped me up.

His bed was large and luxurious. He laid me down, then flipped me over.

“On your knees.”

I obeyed, turning on my hands and knees, my heels hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Mmm,” antalya escort he ran a hand over my ass, squeezing and kneading, as I heard his pants unzip. I felt him rub his length up and down my opening, the smooth head of his cock teasing my outer lips which were now nearly dripping with wetness.

“God you look so sexy.”

He pushed his cock into me just barely, then stopped. I squirmed again as he reached around and tugged at my nipples. I tried to push back into him, but he held my hips with one hand and swatted my ass with the other.

“Ah-ah,” he teased.

“Oh,” I gasped, as he spanked me again. Then again. I felt his cock push in just a bit more, his thick girth filling me and nearly trembled.

“You like the way I feel inside you?”

“Mm,” I grunted.

“That’s not an answer.” He spanked me again, harder this time. I felt my skin growing hot.

“Ah! Yes!”

“Good girl.” He pumped inside me, once, twice. Pulling out slowly, then firmly thrusting back in. He spanked me again, fucking me roughly until I came.

“Oh, God!” I screamed, my whole body tensing as he continued to pump into me, filling me tightly, his thrusts swift and unrelenting.

“On your knees.”

Weakly, I slid to the ground. He gripped the back of my head and guided his cock into my mouth. I sucked generously, feeling his thickness and swirling my tongue around the tip.

“Suck hard.”

I obeyed, feeling him pulse and grow stiff. He began to pump gently into my mouth, gripping my hair, I took him deeply until, with a final thrust and a loud groan, he came and I felt his warm cum slide down my throat.

With a final lick, he pulled me to my feet.

“I’m going to fuck you again.”

He pushed me back onto the bed, onto my back, and suckled my breasts again, teasing the nipples until they felt tender and erect, squeezing with his hands.

He found my mouth again and began to kiss me deeply, urgently, and I felt his cock stir again.

Unexpectedly, he stood, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out three silk ties.

“Lift your arms.”

I watched as he tied both my wrists to the bedpost, then slid one over my eyes.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No,” I breathed as his tongue dipped into my bellybutton. His teeth scraped along my abdomen.

“Good.”

Blindly, I heard him fumble around the drawer again. Curious, somewhat hesitant, I listened to try to figure out what he was doing.

“This won’t hurt.”

I felt something cold press into me. He was fucking me with some kind of object as he kissed me again. I moaned.

“Spread your legs.”

Somewhat hesitantly, I obeyed, and I felt it press against my asshole. He worked it into me slowly, filling my ass. I felt oddly turned on, helpless to move my arms. I arched my back as he pushed it deeper, finger fucking me as he went.

“Wider.”

I lifted my knees further apart and the end of the plug finally met my ass. Then, I felt him tease me again, his cock pressing at my opening.

“Ah.”

I strained against the fabric of the ties as he barely pressed inside me, slowly filling me, I felt his cock twitch as he bottomed out inside me. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he worked his way in and out, slowly picking up the pace.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“Oh God,” I groaned, as he slowly pulled out. Then stopped.

“Oh, please. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

He rammed inside me. I heard the slap of skin as he began a brutal pace, my ass bouncing as he grunted with each thrust, feeling impossibly full and overwhelmed with sensation.

“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck.”

He lifted my hips off the bed, fucking me impossibly deeper, until I came with a scream, shuddering as he came with me, filling me with his load.

Exhausted, spent, I felt myself go limp as he lay on top of me, both of us sweaty and sated.

“Tired?” he asked me finally. I nodded.

“Too bad…” I heard the humor in his voice. “The night’s only half over.”

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Bobbie immediately started shaking, whether in fear or anticipation, or both. She felt her urine running down her leg and then heard Marwynn laugh.

“I guess that means you remember our last time together and my warning to you, huh slut? Bobbie nodded her head submissively.

She said, “Why . . . why are you here, Marwynn?” As Marwynn glared at her, she said, “I mean Mistress. Why are you here Mistress?”

“That’s better, cunt. Well, I’ll tell you since you asked so nice. John liked hearing about what I did to you the last time so he asked me to look after you for the next few days. So for the next 48 hours, your skanky white ass is mine, slut.”

But . . . but . . . but . . . “

SLAP! SLAP! Marwynn slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor. No ‘buts,’ cunt. After you strip and eat my ass, then you’re going to dress like the white whore you are and we’re going back to the bar so you can entertain my friends again. Any questions, slut?”

Bobbie shook her head as her body began shaking again. She took off her clothes and dropped to her knees in front of her mistress. “Not here, bitch,” Marwynn scolded. “Follow me to the living room.” Bobbie crawled after Marwynn. She walked over to one of the chairs, dropped her jeans and lifted one massive leg onto the chair. “There,” she said, “now you have better access to my ass. Come on, bitch. Get your tongue in there now.” Bobbie crawled over and shoved her tongue deep into her mistress’ ass hole. She licked, rimmed and ate her smelly ass until Marwynn finally turned and said, “Lick my pussy, bitch.” She sat down and Bobbie buried her face in her crotch. After a few minutes, Marwynn came on Bobbie’s face.

“Now go take a shower and put on your slutty clothes, bitch.”

Bobbie quickly showered and dressed in one of the short summer dresses that showed cleavage and a lot of leg that she knew Marwynn liked. She buttoned all eight buttons and then went back to the living room and said, “How many buttons should I leave buttoned, Mistress?” Marwynn held up two fingers. Bobbie unbuttoned the top three and the bottom three buttons.

“Turn around slut and then bend over.” As Bobbie turned and moved, Marwynn knew that everyone would be able to see her breasts anytime she moved, and if she moved quickly, they could see her pussy. She nodded in approval. She got up and walked over to Bobbie and attached a dog collar around her neck. “This shows you belong to me slut.” Bobbie nodded.

Marwynn decided to take her slut out to dinner first because she planned on using her body for the next two days without a break and knew the little white slut would need food. Bobbie knew that riding on Marwynn’s motorcycle would expose her pussy and ass, but there was nothing she could do about it. They went to a nice bar/restaurant. Most of the patrons turned to watch the huge black woman walk to her booth followed by the small white woman whose breasts were exposed to most of the diners whenever she moved. Marwynn ate two full dinners, including dessert and Bobbie picked at her salad and main course.

“What are you going to do to me, Mistress?” She asked. Marwynn only smiled and continued to eat.

When they were finished, Marwynn put the little slut on her bike and they drove to an old lodge out in the country. As they pulled up, Bobbie noticed about a dozen cars and pickups in the small parking lot. “Stop number one, slut. Get off the bike. Lay your dress over my bike so you don’t lose it inside.”

Bobbie did as she was told and then stood naked beside her mistress. They walked to the door and Marwynn said, “Wait out here. I’ll be right back.” She stepped inside and closed the door and Bobbie heard her say to whoever was inside, “I’ve got your white slut outside. Only one rule and that is ‘Don’t permanently mark her.’ She’s your for the next six hours and then I’ll be back to pick her up. Now, as we discussed, that will be $25 each.” There was some shuffling and mumbling and then Bobbie heard her say, “Not bad, $375. I’ll see you gentlemen later.”

Marwynn stepped back outside, put her hand on Bobbie’s back and said, “In ya go, slut. See ya later.” She shoved Bobbie through the door. She stopped inside the door and looked at the 15 huge black boys and men. She guessed the oldest to be in his thirties and the youngest in his late teens and all of them were over six feet tall. There wasn’t a man in the place that didn’t weigh at least twice as much as she did. All of them were looking at the small naked white woman in front of them.

One of them said, “Well, you’re a hot little slut, ain’t ya? Most of us ain’t never fucked a cracker bitch before so you’ll be our first. And you ain’t a bad place to start. Get on your knees, slut.” Bobbie fell to her knees. “Crawl over here and beg urfa escort us to let you suck our cocks.” She noticed that several of the younger men were video taping her with their phones.

“Please sirs. Please let this white whore suck your cocks.”

They laughed and began whipping their cocks towards her face. She pounced on their black meat and sucked one while jerking two of them off. Every time she switched cocks in her mouth, one of them would spit on her face or in her mouth. After she had sucked all of them, she was lifted like a toy. As he was holding her, he slid her body down until his cock was at the entrance to her pussy.

“Put it in, slut.” She reached back and stuck the head of his cock into her pussy. He began jumping up and down which gave her an immediate orgasm. He kept it up for about three minutes and she continued the orgasm the whole time. When he stopped jumping, another man stuck his cock into her ass.

“Bitch must get her ass hole pounded regular. No problem sticking it right up her poop shoot,” the man said.

The two men fucked her until they came within a minute of each other. When she was put down and two other men approached, she held up her hand and said, “Wait. Let me clean their cocks first.”

The guys all cheered and a few bumped fists. Apparently previous girls didn’t want any part of cleaning their cocks after they were inside of them.

Over the next six hours, the 15 guys used their toy without a break. A few times they gave her water, and twice the water was laced with something that they thought would make her even more compliant. Little did they know that they could have saved the drug because she was already more compliant than any other woman they had fucked.

After six hours, she had taken almost 50 loads of cum. Most of it went down her throat, even though it may have originally been in her pussy, ass or the floor. She begged them to slap her ass and call her names. They spit on her and made her suck their ass holes, many of which weren’t that clean. They beat her breasts and ass with an old ping pong paddle used her as an ash tray. Towards the end, she was drifting in and out of consciousness as they had two cocks in her ass and two in her pussy. She thought the pain was wonderful.

As Marwynn got to the door, one of the men said, “Just one more thing. It’ll take a minute.” He had a large bowl that he had as many as possible cum in to, and then a few more pissed into it. They dropped ashes and spit into it and even dumped in a little rum. He walked to Bobbie, handed it to her and said, “Drink it, slut.” And even though it took her a few minutes, she drank it all.

As Marwynn led her out the door, all the guys slapped her ass and called her a derogatory name. Some of them spit on her. Marwynn handed her a rag to wipe herself off with and then her dress. Bobbie put on her dress and then climbed on the motorcycle.

“How do you feel, cunt?”

“I-I’m so tired. Those young guys wore me out. Where are they from?”

“Hell, I don’t know, bitch. All I know is they either played or currently play football from your old high school. I don’t know where they’re from now or how old they are or if they’re married or what. And I don’t care. All I know is they thought you might be worth $25 each to fuck. Now shut up.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Bobbie said. She thought to herself, “Is that all I’m worth now? Just $25? There was a time I thought my ass was priceless. And now I can be had for $25.”

“By the way, slut, did you notice that none of them took all their clothes off?” Bobbie nodded her head. “That’s because they didn’t think you were worth getting naked for, bitch.”

Marwynn took Bobbie back to her lesbian biker bar. “You get to spend the next several hours entertaining my friends in here.” She stripped her and then led the frightened white woman into the bar. “Friends,” Marwynn announced when they reached the bar, “the little slut is yours for the next five or six hours. Have fun.” She stepped to the bar and ordered a drink.

Most of the dykes remembered Bobbie from her first visit so they wasted no time getting her on her back on one of the tables. Over the next five and one half hours, Bobbie licked all of their greasy cunts and smelly asses more than once. They called her their little white whore. She begged them to use her slutty body. She had so many things shoved into her pussy that she passed out several times. Wine bottles, fists, beer bottles, pool cues and balls, a wooden spoon, the head of a wrench and a table leg were all shoved up her pussy, and some were shoved up her ass. One woman fisted her pussy while wearing brass knuckles. When they finished with her, they carried her in and put her on the bathroom floor out of the way. Several of them pissed on her whenever they went to the bathroom.

When Marwynn got back, she found her slut on the bathroom floor, dirty and covered with smelly piss. She said, “When I drag your skank ass through balıkesir escort the bar, I want you to see that none of my friends thought you were worth taking off their clothes for. You’re just a worthless skank ho now.” She grabbed her hair and dragged her through the bar while all the dykes laughed at her. She dragged her around the side and rinsed her off with the hose. When the cold water hit Bobbie, she screamed and tried to get up, but found she was too exhausted.

After she was somewhat clean, Marwynn lifted her and carried her to her bike where she helped her put on her dress. She stared into her slut’s eyes and said, “I would have liked to have a crystal ball back in high school to see how the little perfect princess turned into a filthy trashy wanton whore that would fuck anyone.” Bobbie just looked down and nodded her head.

She put her bitch on the back of her bike and took off down the road. Twenty minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of an adult book store. She had never seen that many cars in the lot before, especially at 2:00 in the morning. They must have heard the news.

“Wha-what are we doing here?” Bobbie asked.

“You’re entertaining, slut.”

She pulled Bobbie inside and up to the counter. She saw there were about eight men lingering about pretending to look at books, videos and sex toys. Marwynn said to the man behind the counter, “Here she is. You get her for the next six hours and then my bill is paid, right?” The sleazy looking proprietor nodded his head. When he smiled, Bobbie saw that half his teeth were missing and the rest were stained yellow. Then she looked behind the counter and her mouth opened in shock. There was a 11 X 14 poster with her picture sucking a black cock in the middle of it. The poster advertised that a white whore named Bobbie would be in this store to suck and fuck all comers today.

As she was pointing ot the poster and trying to say something, “Marwynn laughed and said, “Yeah. What do you think? Good picture, huh?” She reached over and unbuttoned and removed Bobbie’s dress. “He’ll tell you which booth you’re in and what you need to do. See you in a little while, slut.”

The sleazy smarmy proprietor led her to the back hallway. Before entering, he turned to the customers and said, “Give me a few minutes to fuck her first and then come on back.”

“Oh shit,” Bobbie thought. “I cant believe I have to fuck this sleazy piece of shit. But why the hell not? I’ve fucked everyone else.” He took her to a room that had holes in the walls and a bench. He explained what she was to do for the next several hours and then dropped his pants. He had a long skinny dick that he shoved into her mouth. He had her suck his balls and then he dumped his load into her pussy and left.

She sucked and fucked white cocks, black cocks and Hispanic cocks for the next several hours through the glory holes. She swallowed all of their loads even though some had to be scooped from her pussy. When she was finished, the proprietor had her pose for pictures with the remaining customers. Some wanted her to pose with their cocks in her mouth and others just wanted to see her whole face and naked body.

Marwynn showed up at 8:30 am to pick her up. She could tell that Bobbie was exhausted, but she really didn’t care. She asked the proprietor again, “We’re even now, right?” After he nodded and smiled ear-to-ear, she carried her naked and exhausted slut out to her bike where she put on her dress and then drove back to John’s house.

When they walked in, Bobbie looked at her in confusion. Marwynn said, “It’s 9:00. You have until noon to clean up and take a nap. Then we’ll get something to eat and finish our fun. Maybe someone might think you’re worth taking off all their clothes to fuck, but I doubt it, you worthless piece of shit ho.” Bobbie slowly nodded her head. “Damn slut. I have to admit that I like owning my own white whore. In just 21 hours you’ve made me $375, eliminated my debt at the porn shop and made me the most popular dyke in my bar. I’ve known several trashy whores in my life, but you’re the biggest whore I’ve ever known.”

Bobbie slowly left the room and headed for the bathroom where she spent the next half hour bathing and cleaning the cum, dirt, piss and spit from her body. Then she fell into her bed. It seemed like she had just laid down when Marwynn slapped her face and said, “Time to get up, slut.” She got out of bed, fixed her hair and then put on another thin short summer dress.

Marwynn said, “John isn’t due back until late tomorrow afternoon, and I plan on being finished with you in about 15 hours. So you should have time to clean up, rest and even heal before he returns.”

“He-heal?” She asked, almost in tears. “W-what do y-you m-mean heal?”

Marwynn laughed and said, “You’ll see, bitch. Now shut up.”

They went to lunch and Marwynn noticed that, even though she had to be starving, Bobbie nervously picked at her food. Back on the bike trabzon escort and off to the same bar where she had been abused several times before. When they arrived, Marwynn dragged her to the door, took her dress and then knocked on the locked door. As they were waiting, Bobbie saw a sign on the door that said ‘Closed Today for Private Party.’ When the door was opened, Bobbie and Marwynn stepped inside to be greeted by a crowd of about 15 men and seven or eight women, all black. They were all bigger than Bobbie, many were fat. Some of them looked as sleazy as the porn shop proprietor and some of them stunk.

Marwynn looked at the bartender and said, “Can you see that she gets home by about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning?” He nodded his head. “Good. My goal is for her to be fucked into unconsciousness and for me to drink myself into unconsciousness on the free booze you’re giving me tonight.” She looked at Bobbie and said, “I’ll bet none of these people think you’re worth taking their clothes off for either, you worthless ho.”

The bartender smiled and nodded his head. “I charged each of these losers that want a crack at her $10, so your booze is covered at no cost to me. And if I remember, when we’re all done with her sucking and fucking us around midnight, you want to abuse her body a little before we do.” Marwynn nodded and then went to the bar for her first drink.

As Bobbie stood their trembling, she noticed a baseball bat leaning against one of the tables. As she looked up, she saw Jazmine walking out of the restroom smiling at her. She smiled at Bobbie, pointed at the bat and then pointed to her and laughed.

The crowd had about 10 hours to use their slut. One of the women suggested that anyone wanting to eat her pussy should do it now before they start fucking her. As several men and women took turns licking her pussy, other women sat their smelly pussies and asses on her face to be cleaned. Bobbie lapped their pussies and asses like a good little slut. When the women were finished, the men took over and started ramming their cocks into her holes.

Just as before, she was DP’d almost all day. She was screaming and moaning like a whore and begging them to abuse her body. She cleaned all cocks that came out of her and swallowed all of their cum. They had two cocks in her pussy several times and the same with her ass. Just to see if they could do it, they also managed to have three cocks in her ass twice. The women were cheering the men on and telling them to fuck the white whore and to make her cry.

When the men took a break, the women pulled her legs apart and hung her upside down. They started ramming whatever they could find into her gaping holes; bottles, the bar mixer blades, billiard balls, fists, the bar phone and even a small bar fire extinguisher. Everything slid in with ease, including Jazmine’s baseball bat. She was disappointed that the bat didn’t have more of an effect on her abused holes so she roughly pounded her pussy with it making Bobbie scream out in pain before passing out. One of the other women finally stopped Jazmine’s abuse and they carried her in to the women’s bathroom. When she came around, one of the women said, “Wash your face and get a drink slut.”

Bobbie noded and washed her face with her hands and then drank from the spigot. Jazmine was still pissed that she had to stop abusing the slut. She had just pissed in one of the toilets so she grabbed Bobbie by her hair and pulled her in to the stall and shoved her face into the toilet. She held her head under the water for about five seconds and then pulled it back out by her hair. She turned her head and spit into her face “You’re just a worthless piece of shit, Bobbie. You’re nothing but a fuck hole for everyone. You’re not even tight anymore, slut. You were once high and mighty, but now, you’re just garbage to me.” She spit on her again and then left.

Bobbie washed her face again and was helped from the bathroom. When she came back into the bar, she saw Marwynn looking at her with an evil grin. “Tie the slut to the table,” she said. The men stretched her body out over a big table and tied her arms and legs. Her pussy was at one edge and her head at the other.

Marwynn walked over to her and said, “You’re mine for the next half hour, slut.” She looked around and said, “I hope you’re all done sticking your cocks into her tonight because you probably won’t want to when I’m finished.”

“Let’s see now, bitch. Looks like you removed your nipple piercings so we have to do that all over again.”

Bobbie was shaking her head back and forth as hard as she could. “N-no. Please Marwynn.”

Marwynn slapped her face hard and said, “What did you call me slut?”

“I-I’m sorry Mistress. Please don’t.”

Marwynn sent one of the women to the bathroom to bring back a piss soaked rag to put in Bobbie’s mouth when she pierced her breasts. She shoved the rag into her mouth when the woman returned.

Marwynn just grinned and held a needle over the candle while a few of the men held Bobbie’s body still. Marwynn shoved the needle through both nipples and put new paper clips in. Bobbie tried to thrash around the table, but the men held her fast. When the men let her loose, Marwynn removed the rag from her mouth and leaned close to her and whispered, “I bet you hate me, don’t you, slut?”

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“Shut up!!”

“Kitten, watch your mouth, Little Girl.”

“No!! I won’t and you can’t make me!!”

“I think we’ve established before, that I can.”

“Psh! Whatever!!”

“Alright then, I guess it’s time to remind you.”

With that, her Master grabbed her arm firmly, pulling her through the long hallway to the bedroom. It was time. Time to finally present to his little submissive just exactly what she’d be working with for the rest of her servitude to him. She was nervous, the cute little bottom lip of her mouth was pulled between her teeth, and being ground against nervously as she obediently followed. He has always promised her he would shut her up with his cock being shoved down her throat, but the threat had never been taken seriously – until now. She swallowed uneasily as they entered the bedroom. It was a good sized room, a large bed sat in the middle against the wall and a couch sat directly across from it, as if it was placed to watch the bed. Releasing her arm, he crossed the room and took his seat on the couch. His long legs stretched out before him as he rested his hands on his thighs, and he groaned as he sank into the plush seating, relaxing heavily.

With a simple gesture, hand out, palm down, he lowered his hand to tell her to get on her knees in front of him. Without hesitation, she crossed the room herself, moving to stand in front of him where she lowered to her knees in front of him. He looked her over, his adorable little slut, and smiled adoringly down at her as he cupped her face, thumb running over her lips. She had pale beautiful skin the color of snow, with just a hint of pink in her cheeks. Her complexion made those big warm brown eyes of hers stand out along with a set of full lips, a small straight nose, and onyx curls that swirled around her shoulders. To him, she was a gorgeous angel, the kind you don’t get to stumble upon unless they’re taken or into someone else, but he got lucky and snagged her first chance he got. Every time he took her in like this – with steady concentration – was a reminder of just how lucky he was that she picked him.

“Now, do you understand why you’re going to be punished, Kitten?” He looked at her sternly, his tone was soft but dominating, and there was a slight hint of disappointment from her behavior. She looked down unable to look at him as shame for her behavior spread through her like fire.

“Yes Master, I understand. I was rude, very rude and disrespectful and I should know my place better..” Her head was hung completely down, chin touching her chest as she looked down at the carpeted floor under her knees, hands moving behind her back nervously. He hummed softly, listening to her explain herself to him and with a nod of his head, he spread his fingers out over his legs tapping an unknown beat. He was wearing a handmade kimono robe, royal blue in color. It was something she had sewn for him, and he loved very much.

She on the other hand, was in uniform. A pink and white maids costume clung to her curves perfectly, and it was tailor made. The top was corset tied in the back, pushing her sizable chest upwards and the skirt had petticoats underneath that billowed the fabric like a cupcake. A white apron was tied over her body, and the outfit was completed by mardin escort a pair of white thigh highs that perfectly fit her thicker thighs. Two clip in cat ears sat on top of her head that matched her dress and contrasted against the deep chocolate brown of her hair. The back of her dress had a small hole in it, sewed with the purpose of allowing a matching pink colored anal plug cat tail to poke through. Every time she moved, the plug shifted within her, creating a deeper blush on her cheeks, and he immediately knew what caused it.

“Ah, my little Kitten, you are a sight to behold, but as much as I love you, and love looking at you, you have your punishment to set to. Continue.” He leaned back against the couch getting more comfortable, scooting his hips forward just a few inches as his legs spread for her to fit between, and quickly she settled there. His thighs were warm and comfortable to be pressed between, and feeling a little safer slowly she raised her gaze to his. Brown eyes met brown as she looked him over. He was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous and gifted with smooth mocha skin, dark black curled locks on his head, a chiseled jawline with large lips that were perfect for kissing.

His hands were large, spread wide across his thighs, and she cautiously reached up to move them one at a time off his lap. She too could get caught up in looking at him, but she had duties to attend to. Reaching up, her fingers moved to the sash of his kimono, gently pulling it until it pulled free from the robe and slid away from his body into her waiting fingers. Folding it, she set it next to him on the couch and she gave a teeny smile of shyness. Undress him was something she enjoyed doing very much, but it always made her nervous.

With a determined motion, she slid her hands up to the top of his chest just underneath his collarbone, and sneaking her hands under the fabric, she parted the silk revealing his broad chest and torso. Her hands slid down his body, feeling his baby soft textured skin under her fingers as she pushed the fabric outwards and away from his body. As she got to his hips, and pushed the fabric away, his cock stood at attention for her, hard, thick and pulsating. Her eyes grew wide as she looked upon it. Eight inches in length and two maybe two and a half inches in thickness made her stomach knot right up. “Master…I don’t think I’m going to be able to fit you down my throat.”

Her words were just over a whisper as she reached a single hand to her throat, rubbing at it and nervously swallowing. He raised a brow at her, watching her with a slight hint of amusement in his expression and voice as he spoke to her, “but didn’t you brag to me about how you could deep throat my big cock Little Girl? I mean that must have been what you meant when you told me to shut up today. Now, show Daddy your cock sucking skills.” Before she could protest or say another word, he reached behind her head, lacing his fingers in her hair and pulled her forward, her lips just mere inches from the thick pulsating head of his cock.

Her mouth instantly watered as she looked down at the bulbous purple head. It looked so needy for her touch, how could she not eagerly touch it? Drool pooled in her mouth and it took van escort all she had to not let it spill out of her mouth onto the floor. Instead, she opened her mouth over his cock allowing the flood of her drool to cascade down to the head, coating every inch so slowly with the sticky liquid. She looked up at him, watching him as he intensely stared at the drool pouring over his cock. He had his lip between his teeth, a hand moving to grasp the base of his cock as he pulled her mouth lower, slapping his sticky tool against her cheek leaving a trail of saliva.

“Open wide, Slut.” Nervously she hesitated, and it was a mistake. He pulled her mouth down, smearing and pressing the head against her lips and forcing it to open. Within seconds, the thick head of his cock was pressing to the back of her throat, four thick inches coated with her drool. The clean and salty taste of his skin coated her tongue and she groaned, a shiver charging through her as she closed her eyes.

“Good girl, my very good girl.” With his fingers tangled in her hair, he moved her head back and forth slowly, just like he liked it. As he moved her, her cheeks sucked in to hollow out, and her tongue stroked the underside of his cock side to side. She could feel the thick vein of his shaft as her tongue slid over it, the way it pulsated with pleasure from the slow movements of her mouth, guided by his expert hand. As he pulled her up to the head, she let out a loud slurping sound, lavishing the head with tender licks, swirls of the tongue, and pressured slow sucks. Reaching up, she grasped his hand, pulling it off of her hair and she pulled fully off his cock. Thick trails of her saliva connected her lips to his cock head still and she smiled at him, lowering down once more and kissed the tip.

“Master, let me do this for you. I need your guidance always, but I would like to pleasure you on my own terms, unless you want me to do something specific?”

He smiled down at her, beaming with pride that his perfect submissive would take over so quickly and obediently. “No babygirl, you know how I like it. We’ve talked about it before.” He grinned at her, resting a hand behind his head while keeping the other on his thigh as he watched her. She smiled, uttered a little giggle and nodded with a determined sparkle in her eye. Looking back down at his throbbing cock, she grasped it with one hand, gasping as her finger tips just barely touched each other. The sight of her barely big enough hands around his cock made her swallow audibly, thick bouts of drool churning around in her sticky throat. Moving her hand up and down his length, she added another element, twisting her wrist slowly side to side, and up and down.

He pulsed in her hand from her touch, and in response her fingers squeezed just a little bit tighter as she pushed his cock up towards his belly button. The direction was just a little shift, giving her enough room to dip her head between his thighs. Lowering her mouth, she pushed her tongue out between her lips seeking to bathe his sac with her saliva. Using her tongue she pulled one ball at a time into her mouth, gently suckling each one with tender adoration, running the width of her tongue over them. He was saltier here, but she didn’t ankara escort mind, he tasted of pure man and she liked it that way.

Nose pressed into him, all she could smell was the musk of his skin, the light layer of his sweat, and it wrapped around her head like a cloud, pulling her under with more lust. Her hand swirled, jerking up and down, growing a little faster as he breathed harder and harder. Her mouth switched between one than the other, his balls filling her cheeks, before she pulled back leaving them a dripping mess. Without any hesitation, she took his cock into her mouth, pushing down until finally his head was once again at the back of her throat. Pushing her left thumb into her palm, she squeezed it tightly, relaxing her gag reflex completely, and with a moment of bravery dug up from deep within, she pushed down, sliding his length down the tunnel of her throat.

It stretched, it squeezed, it burned, but she did not stop. While she was not used to having such a monstrous cock, such as this one, in her mouth, she was determined to bring him immense pleasure. All the men she had slept with prior to him had much thinner cocks, ones she could wrap her hands around, and swallow with ease, but he tested her, pushed her, and she loved it. The thick amounts of throat slime that sat deep in her esophagus coated his cock as she slid him down all the way. Throat muscles contracted around him over and over again, holding him tightly as she slid down inch by inch until her nose was tickled by the curls of his pubic hair.

Once more his hand found its way into her hair, pulling tighter than he had before, and she didn’t mind, nor move his hand away. He didn’t guide her, he didn’t anything to distract her as she took control, bobbing up and down, slurping when she could, and getting the bare minimum of air that she needed. Lungs burning every time she was held down on his cock for too long, she continued the eager pace. Sitting up suddenly, she took a heavy deep breath, coating and filling her lungs with fresh air before she pushed herself back down and his hand came down on her head, holding her tight to his groin. “That’s right, what a good girl keeping Master’s cock nice and warm until I- oooh!” A searing charge of pleasure ran through his body as she touched the most sensitive parts of his cock with her skilled tongue, and massaging lips. He bucked his hips fast against her face, using her mouth as just another hole for his pleasure as he groaned and shuddered heavily, fingers gripping her hair tighter than before.

Her eyes were screwed shut as he face fucked her, fighting the fear and need to gag as he dominated her cock-sleeve of a throat faster and faster. His voice was a deep growl, snarls escaping his lips as his lips peeled back, baring his teeth which he grit. “Oh fuck yes, right there, oh babygirl I’m cumming, here comes Master’s cum!!” He tossed his head back against the couch, a loud roaring scream bursting from his chest as he flooded her throat and belly with cum. Shot after shot dumped into her body, seeping into the pit of her stomach filling her up, and as he pulled her head back, he let the last few shots land on her tongue, filling her mouth with his seed. He was salty and creamy, with just a hint of sweet and it all coated her taste buds causing her to groan with delight and the need to swallow every drop. Her eyes opened just half way as she watched him come down from the orgasm she provided him. His head was laid back against the couch, his eyes shut, and chest rising and falling as he panted. “Good…good girl…such a good girl.”

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