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Pussy-Licker: The Office Slut

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People are stupid.

They can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality. That’s what I call stupid.

The imagination is a playground of the mind where anything can happen, a romper room of possibilities. There are fun and delightfully naughty things that can happen within the interaction behind words on the page, or on the screen, and the reactions they kick up in your mind.

That doesn’t mean that real people with real lives and real thoughts and emotions behave in the same way. Because they don’t. People are more complex than just a bunch of genitals. We can conjecture up a series of three scenarios to explore various aspects of this phenomenon.

‘Well Kitty, there is the little matter of the audition in order to assess your suitability to fulfil all of the demanding requirements of the role. Can you please undress, leave your clothes in a neat pile in the corner, and stand ready for the attentions of the selection panel, thank you…’ There are four girls, all in their late-twenties, maybe, it’s difficult to tell, and it’s not necessary to be specific. Just one tarty older woman… who must be well past thirty years. This is fiction. The four girls… the four women, are being interviewed for the very important role as ‘Office Slut’.

The Management Focus Group has determined that Office bonding requires a certain playful element in order to reduce stress-levels and thereby maximize efficiency. Of course, for as long as there have been offices there has been an office slut. The girl who flirts and dresses provocatively. The girl that other girls talk about, and speculate about, while the older women tut-tut and claim that they would never have behaved in that way in their day. But naturally, there was an office slut back then too. The good-time girl who had furtive affairs with the married studio managers. Who they gossiped about. Who — they claim, had sex with the manager in the stockroom, who — they say, crouched down to do oral things that well-brought-up ladies don’t talk about. The girl with more attractive curves than a scenic railway…

Styles come and styles go, but it was ever thus.

So the high-level boardroom decision is taken to legitimise the position, and employ a full-time slut. Notification has been circulated, and applicants have been whittled down to four possible candidates.

We will focus in particular on just one of them. She is Kitty. And she is removing her clothes at this very moment. Her blouse was already low-cut, and she was wearing no bra. A bra is hardly a requirement for a potential Office Slut. Her breasts are pleasingly large with perky prominent nipples, as we can now clearly see. She slips her short skirt off, lifting her legs one by one to step out of it, her high-heels catch and tug for a moment, causing her breasts to shimmer attractively.

She looks up questioningly at the interviewer, Mr Rosco Cartier, the co-ordinator of the three-man one-woman selection panel.

He says ‘yes, the panties too.’

She tucks her thumbs beneath the elasticated waistband of the wispy breath of lace that constitutes her panties, tugs them down to her knees, and then down and off, to stand naked but for her pull-up stockings and high-heels.

Let’s just fill in some backstory here, for the sake of convincing authenticity. Would a girl really do this? From her point of view, she has no developed keyboard skills. She might get a zero-hours contract at a Call Centre. She might get a minimum-wage job sitting at the supermarket check-out desk scanning endless consumables that go bleep-bleep-bleeping across the bar coding. Neither of those options sound good. She frittered away her school and college days flirting with boys, trading hot gossip with her girlfriends about who was bonking who, talking make-up tips and hints, how to French kiss, listening to Boybands on her earbuds. Nothing academic was quite as much as fun as the way dishy jocks would look her up and down, checking her out with an approvingly curled lip. Their approval makes her feel good. Even from the first time she’d had sex she knew she loved the way it makes her feel, desired, satisfied, fulfilled. A confirmation of her powers of attraction, or her femininity. It was, in many ways, her natural vocation. So why deny it? Why not use it to her advantage?

All she has to do is convince the selection panel of her suitability for this career opening. All she has to do is come out ahead of the other three applicants. The rest will take care of itself, she feels herself already overqualified…

People are stupid. They can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality. That’s what I call stupid.

Writing erotic fiction is different to creating other forms of prose. It’s the only form of literature which can have a direct physical effect on the reader. Porn fiction is the one unique form of literature that actually induces a physical change of state in the reader. It gives the male reader an erection and a female porno izle reader a moist lubricating pussy. No other genre of fiction can do this. Most people read lubricious fiction just for the explicit bits, as masturbatory stimulus, and leave off once they’ve cum. They don’t really care if it’s well-written or carefully-crafted or not. Yet there’s a balance between getting enough explicit dirty passages to maintain reader-attention, while blending in enough character and plot to make it sufficiently interesting to write. Personally I believe that if enough attention is taken to setting up such details then it makes for a more convincing erotic experience.

And yes, I enjoy it. It makes me rather proud and just a little a humble, because I guess some prose is better than others at making your cock hard or your pussy moist. For example, let’s conjecture another scene. This second scenario may be the idealised fantasy that stays inside the strict confines of our heads. Two lonely people who meet by chance for a one-off night of unbridled passion. A kind of tough Raymond Chandler hard-boiled movie Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall encounter, in a city-centre hotel bar where a trio play tasteful lounge-core jazz (detail invests the text with authenticity). Or it might be real. Who is to say?

She sits at the bar and she’s thinking, ‘sitting over there is a stranger who makes me feel so warm and magical. I would like nothing more than to bewitch and beguile him. To fascinate him with my eyes. To seduce him with my smile.’ Her internal voice sends out a kind of telepathy, telling him ‘I know you’re watching me from across the room. I’m lifting my glass up to sip and looking over the rim at you. As I lower the glass, our eyes lock. Then I lick my lips. You can see the full pout of my lips quiver. I pick up the cherry in my glass, rub it over my lips, then suck it into my mouth.’

Decorum be damned. There’s no hesitation. She leaves her money on the bar, and slinks off the stool. As she gets up to walk away, she drops a napkin on his table. The only writing, in lipstick is the number 413…

After a tactful pause, he leaves a generous tip on the table and follows her without waiting to finish his drink. The neon midnight flares and blusters outside the hotel, the sky heavy with the promise of impending storm that is both literal and metaphorical.

He: I pull my slouch-hat down over the craggy rim of my forehead, my lantern jaw set in determined concentration. Where will the winds of time and the whims of fate draw me? I feel the aching burn deep within my soul. The image of the dame in the bar flickers around my concentration, bewitching and beguiling my thoughts away, while I should be working on the casefile. I got bills to pay. I got contracts to fulfil. But all I see is the way those lips caress the cherry’s round redness. Glancing down at the folded napkin in my grip… ‘413’.

The wind is chasing a craziness of stars around in the neon night. I have needs too, a rage to be sated. I stride towards the lifts. Room ‘413’. Yes…

The storm in my head, and the urgency in my groin answers and reflects the gathering storm over the city roofscape. He reaches her beside the lift-bay where the bored bellhop sits, there’s an illuminated panel listing the floors. 100+ on the first floor. 200+ on the second… all the way up to the fourth floor.

Her: ‘And, oh my ravenous lover, where to begin…’ In the elevator, our kissing starts. Hot and heavy, tongues interlocking, slipping and slithering in each other’s mouths, then slowing down to sensual and arousing. From the moment we first connected in the bar, we knew each other inside and out in a cold minute. We both have lives outside of this night. But here and now we have no past. We pluck our own space out of time to indulge in each other. My marital complications with a profligate partner who’s driven us to brink of bankruptcy. And I’m sure he’s got a thing going with that big-titted bitch of a secretary. But nothing of that is our concern. Sometimes, doing wrong is the right thing to do. Your dominant voice is as deep as a well. A surly half-open mouth that never quite closes. I look into your cloudy grey eyes that are full of fuck-you. The sparks from our internalised banter carry into real life.’

Yet all he says is ‘I was hoping…’

She says ‘hope is a wonderful thing. I don’t know where we’d be without it…’ while she has the look of one of the beautiful murderous children in horror movies.

‘You say the sweetest things.’

She: We’ve only just met, but I trust you with my body and my mind. It’s just you and me. No-one else need know. I am hungry for you. I am ravenous for you. As I stand at the door to open it, I feel you unzip my dress all the way down. The dress falls off my shoulders to reveal my sexiest undergarments. Sliding my panties down, pulling my breasts out over the cups of my bra, you take in all the scents and taste.

This is exactly the scene pornhub I was thinking about, the image I was holding in my head. There’s something so very right about this expensive hotel room, the furnishings, the décor, the aroma, the light. The pastel cushions, the rich coverlet, the low gleam of the table-lamp and the shaggy heart-shaped carpet. I’d love to wreck this hotel bed. If the room had two queen beds, I would reserve one for sleeping, and the other for fucking. I should have remembered to put towels down. But right now I don’t have time to think. And there will be the stain of bodily fluids.

Look at his naked skin aglow in the half-light half-dark. The long delicious uncoil of his heavy cock. Look at his peach-fuzzy ass-cheeks. We will find ways to pleasure each other with fingers and mouths and tongues and genitals. Finding release, but also edging. Enjoying each other’s bodies in ways we never knew possible. I like it soft and sensual. I like it hard and raw. We find ways to entertain each other’s minds and bodies through the night. I like not knowing what comes next as you playfully put your hands over my eyes like a blindfold…

Him: no clothes, just naked lust, lots a delicious oral sixty-nine for the first round. In general I would tend to agree that dialogue between lovers and sexual partners is a good thing, and that verbal communication can resolve most issues, but that’s not always easy when we’re passionately caught up in the midst of energetic sixty-nining, with my cock pulsing its way down your throat to kiss your tonsils while you’re vigorously pussy-humping my face with my tongue slip-slithering so deep up your pretty little cunt that I swear I can taste your cervix. I want to feel your cunt-muscles convulsing up against my mouth as you cum… especially when that delectable pussy squirts its wine all over me. I want to cum in your mouth, then share wet cum-kisses. My cock is pulsing just at the thought of kissing your mouth messy with my spunk.

Do we shower together now…? Or do we fuck-fuck-fuck-fuckety-fuck? I fuck you. Cunt first… doggy-style. You fuck me… cowgirl, riding my hard cock, slower, faster, controlling your pace, speed and depth of penetration until we cum. As you cum over and over, gushing and squirting. Then when I cum in your cunt, it drips out because I’m still gushing as you pull out. You clean my cock with your tongue, I clean your pussy with my tongue. The bed is wet and already wrecked. A funk of sex-aroma, cunt and cum heavy on the air.

Now we take that shower together, my hands on your glistening-wet body, your breasts, between your legs, deluged in the needle-sharp jets of scalding water, loving the feel of you, your hands on my body, fondling my cock and balls, crouching down to bite the head of my cock…. not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to make me wince… then I suck your nipples and bite the smooth round curves of your bottom… the night has just begun. I’m ravenous for you…

He says ‘later I’m coming for your tasty ass.’

She whispers in French ‘vagine?’

He says ‘cloaca.’

She tells him ‘please tell me your spunk will fill me, and not get thrown out with a condom. If you want to use a condom in my ass for lubrication, I would be OK if you pull out, uncover, and spray cum up my back…’

So, no condom.

He: Holding you, biting your shoulder gently as I slide deep into you as you arch your back to receive me… do you like it hard and fast, or slow and sensual? Tell me how you like it… tell me? Although I might get carried away and fuck you hard anyway, groaning as I cum inside you. Orgasm is a crazy slippery neon storm all over my mind. All over your mind. All over our shared oceanic fused oneness. We lap over into each other until it’s impossible to say where one of us ends and the other begins. The closest us poor scared humans ever get to full total mind-meld.

‘I loved it’ she tells him, and she tells the pastel cushions and the rich coverlet and the low gleam of the table-lamp and the shaggy heart-shaped carpet. Does this night have to end? Or is this the first day of the rest of our lives?

‘And I’ll respect you in the morning too…’ he responds.

Morning. Room service knocks. She covers, barely, and accepts the tray.

We sit on the bed, naked, feeding each other. Eating food off each other. We call housekeeping for new sheets before we leave, and drop a $20 on the bed, which is soaked along with every towel in the room.

People are stupid. They can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality. That’s what I call stupid.

In days of old they used to say

‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’…

modern girls know better than that,

the way to a man’s heart lies

approximately six inches lower than that…

control the cock and you control the man…

These are such beautifully flirtatious ideas… these are the teasing fantasies that porno 64 lovers weave for each other. What is it that leads to the next situation? We are whispering post-coital intimacies, the way lovers do… and she says ‘I once gave a wrist-job in a train to a guy, inserting my hand into the flies of his trousers, unseen and unsuspected in the passenger crush. It reminded me of Anaïs Nin fiction, the beautiful mystique of chance sexual encounters, initiated on impulse, consummated discretely and secretly in ways that no-one else is aware, other than the two participants. And then remembered afterwards with a delicious frisson of sensuality. The man on the train who must be going over and over in his mind, the touch of those exciting fingers on his cock, the throb and pulse that they so teasingly provoke, biting his lip so as not to betray what’s happening, the catch in his breath that he can’t control. Scarcely believing that it happened. So grateful that it did.’

I say ‘I love your idea of giving an anonymous man a wrist-job in the train. That’s such a beautifully perverse idea… and so generous of you. Bringing such a joyous gift into his dull life. Such a charitable act should not go unrewarded. Maybe we can switch that scenario around, and we — equally anonymously, can retreat into the train washroom where I can crouch and enjoy licking your pussy until you cum… without once saying a word to each other… I’d simply adore that. I take nothing for granted. I do what little I can to make this world a better and more sexually-fulfilled place, by orally pleasuring one pussy at a time… If I can bring joy to a woman with my mouth, my tongue or my cunniligual skills, my day has not been in vain… Will you stand for me, holding your dress up, with your panties lowered to permit me access…? I do hope so…’

She smiles. ‘Your idea of licking me in the train washroom is a novel idea, exciting and thrilling. I prefer long indulgences, but a hasty snatched cunt-licking assignation in a speeding train washroom has its undeniable attractions. Trains are equipped with spacious and clean washrooms, and passengers are decent enough not to disturb or interfere with the occupier.’

An older gentleman’s tongue and a young moist pussy are an exquisite combination. I’ve always enjoyed a woman on top, particularly when she’s sitting on my face pussy-fucking my mouth. And yes, she has such a perfectly poised sweetly lickable little vagina, such a delicious pussy, and a flirty inviting smile on her face… who could possibly resist the temptation to lick that lovely little clitoris? Not me, for sure… Her pussy is a sexual wonderland in which to lose my tongue forever. Pussy-lips so sweet they invite a dialogue of tongues. The sweetest love-kiss of them all… And yes, me loving to crouch for you, flicking the delicious morsel of your clit with my tongue, ploughing the blade of my tongue along those exquisite lips, tasting the wine, your hands coming down around the back of my head, adoring the way you’re drawing me into the convulsions of your orgasm… Lost in the pleasure of licking you, and to hell with other passengers who need the washroom… people don’t knock on the engaged washroom.’

That is a playful dialogue between lovers, teasing along the edges of truth and fantasy. Was it real? Was it true? Had she really jerked-off an anonymous man on a train? Or was she playing games, toying with the beautiful mystique of chance sexual encounters she’d found in Anaïs Nin fiction?

People are stupid. They can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality. That’s what I call stupid.

Three different sexual scenarios. Which one is true, which of them fabrication?

Kitty fails the audition for the Office Slut vacancy. Rationalising it all, whenever there are four candidates there must be three applicants who fail. Three who leave disappointed. Only one who smirks with that inner glow of satisfaction. Kitty goes for a coffee at the corner Indie coffee shop. She heard it on the grapevine that the tarty older woman… she must be well past thirty years old, has been chosen instead. Gossip says that she sucked off the three male member of the selection panel, and licked the female interviewer to orgasm in order to get their vote. Kitty can well believe that is true. First time she saw her she knew she has a slutty cocksucking mouth. The bitch. But doesn’t that furtive underhand behaviour simply better-qualify her for the job? Kitty sighs.

It’s as she sips her latte that her cellphone buzzes. It’s an offer. From Mr Rosco Cartier, the selection panel co-ordinator. In the text he admits that — yes, she’s regretfully failed the audition for the office slut role. A pity. He’d cast his discretionary preference for Kitty, he explains, but he was outvoted. But if she’s interested in another proposition? She finishes her drink, and waits until he arrives. The wispy breath of lace that constitutes her panties are still in her handbag. She’d not bothered to slip them back on beneath her short-short dress after the interview. She smiles when Mr Cartier arrives, at his suggestion they move to an alcove, away from the hustle. He buys two drinks and watches her over the steamy rim of his glass.

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Perimeter drone Alpha-1 accelerated towards its goal, the distant planet Pluto that hung suspended in space. The drone directed it’s sensors onto the planet. Two polar ice caps, atmosphere of methane gas, from the readings the planet was obviously dead. The drone did note one irregularity though. The sensors showed that Pluto had three moons instead of the one that was expected. The drone shot back a data transmission, noting the irregularity and asking for instructions concerning the two satellites. Other than that the drone began its job, it descended down onto the planet, the atmospheric heat flare made the drone look like a small sun dropping down through the atmosphere. It slowed to a steady landing on the uneven gravelly surface. Waiting half an hour for the outer metallic shell to cool down, then started up its replicator system. If anyone had been looking from the outside they would have noticed a small rectangular opening in four sides of the pyramid. Eight sets of pincer arms extracted themselves from inside the drone, extending down to the rocky ground began picking up rocks and sandy dirt. After about a hundred pounds of raw material was gathered Alpha-1 started to feed the replicator the material breaking it down to the subatomic level. During this stage the replicator can add or subtract atoms from the raw materials, creating new alloys, plastics, acids, bases, and any other compound imaginable.

Soon it had enough materials to start building a new drone. A beam of light shot out of it and molecule by molecule, atom by atom, the new drone was slowly coming together. Thirty minutes later, the new drone was completed. Alpha-1 then downloaded its core programming into the new unit and activated the new drone. Aplpha-2 came online without complication, noting its core programming, and began to gather material for the next drone to be built. The new AI, who adopted the name Lewis, had instructed the first drone to build ten drones then download their core programming into the new drone, after which that drone would go off too its designated position. Then the new drones would make ten more, and those ten drone would make ten more and so on and so forth. If Lewis wasn’t watching the progress of the drone then they would go on forever, as it was he would only allow them to go up to a thousand and start their new job. Lewis broke the drones down into divisions, ten divisions in all, a hundred drones per division. He chose these names represent the divisions, which were; Alpha, Beta, Sigma, Delta, Echo, Gamma, Foxtrot, Hilo, Kappa, and Lambda. He stopped the drones at hundred per division and order them towards their positions. Then had them arrayed in a dartboard pattern, the Alpha were the outer line of defense surrounding the outer orbit of Pluto and the solar system. Betas were positioned between Neptune and Uranus. The Sigmas, Deltas, and Echos took up positions around Saturn, Jupiter and their satellites. Gamma, Foxtrot, and Hilos were positioned around Mars and Earth. And the last two divisions were spread out between the sun and Venus.

He decided to have a few of the drones monitoring the Earth defense ring, enter the atmosphere and assume key positions around the globe, providing global coverage. This would allow Lewis or the other AI to destroy nuclear arms in case they fired upon other countries. He made a note of this to Sam, who was acting like a nervous nelly for some reason he couldn’t fathom. He also made a note to Mitch about some possibilities for another AI to actually control the flow of information on the Internet or to monitor it instead. But this suggestion goes further than just monitoring the Internet like Sam was, it means to actually emplace the AI directly into the Internet, it would then be the Planetary AI. From their the AI, could in fact keep close tabs on all the governments on the planet, see who’s planning what, who’s selling this to that organization, and so on and so forth.

—————-

Emily was walking down the corridor looking for Mitch and Jack. She finally found them in one of the labs; sitting at a table with their heads slumped down, asleep. She crept forward, making sure not to make a sound. She heard the rhythmic sounds of Mitch snoring. She noticed Jack had a small puddle of drool just creeping out of the corner of his mouth. She looked around for a second until she found what teen porno she was looking for. She picked up a large book; she didn’t know where it had come from, heaved it over her head and slammed the damn thing on the floor. Mitch shot straight up like a cork in the water and fell over his stool. Jack jumped up screaming about bacon bits and jammed his knee on the table. She couldn’t help it, she laughed her ass off. When the two realized what was going on they made very sarcastic faces, like exaggerating mock laughter.

“Very funny. Gave me a fucking heart attack why don’t ya.” Jack said, rubbing his knee.

“Evil bitch.” Was the only thing that Mitch said.

“So, what’s up?” Emily asked.

“Well, Lewis is a big pain in the ass, but he’s getting the job done properly. The entire system is now online and covering every quadrant of Sol system.” Mitch responded.

“Good, good, anything else?”

“Yeah, we’ve been working on some designs for ships, droids, and drones. You ever see ‘Battlestar Galactica’, the new one not the older version? Well I figured we could replicate the Cylon Centurions, the big metallic looking robots. Instead of calling them Centurions we call them Battle droids. We are short on man power so they could fill in the ranks until we get more recruits up here.”

“Sounds good so far. Anything to add Jack?” Emily asked.

“For the droids, no. But I have come up with a few ship designs plus class names for the ships.” Jack punched a few command keys and a holographic image shimmered over the table. A large ship hovered, its hull had a craggy aspect to it. The ship itself was shape like a devil’s pitchfork, more rounded off without the sharp points. It reminded Emily of one of the ships from a ‘Babylon 5’ mini-series, Excaliber, or something like that.

“This is our Battle Cruiser class type ship. This ship holds a crew of just over a hundred. It has hyper drive engines, sublight engines, nine particle beam weapons, four main singularity cannons, plus rotating frequency shielding and cloaking device. The metaphasic armor gives the hull a rocky appearance. The ship is about four miles long by two wide.” Jack stated.

“Jeez, that is one big ship.” Emily said.

“Yeah, I know. It’s hanger bay can hold sixty fighter craft, using a suspending rack system. There are a few more little details I’ll explain later, but you get the gist of it.”

“Quick question. Could you explain what the singularity weapon actually does?” Emily asked.

“Sure won’t take that long to explain it. Basically, I designed a space cannon to fire two different types of singularity weapons. Both types are gravitational singularities. One is a small unstable quantum singularity, in other words a small Black Hole. The other weapon is the complete opposite of a Black Hole, which is a White Hole or a miniature ‘Big Bang’. Something you should never use around a planet unless you’re really pissed at the people on it. The White Hole emits gravity, plasma, and untold amounts of energy. The Black Hole sucks everything down into itself using gravity to pull and tear apart the object it has a hold on. Anything else?”

“No.” Peeped Emily, sweat started to appear on her brow.

Jack began to click a few buttons again, this time a new design appeared on the holo-display. The new design was much smaller than the battle cruiser; in fact from the dimensions being displayed it would have to be a fighter craft type. The craft had a needle like nose, very similar to the rig that Mike was flying. The main difference was in the wings of the craft, which looked like they came from a “Tie Interceptor.” Think ‘Star Wars: New Hope’, Darth Vader’s personal start fighter with the wings bent at a forty-five degree angle.

“Ok, here I’ve reworked the design of the fighter craft that Mikes’ used to piloting. Still has the same ball shaped cockpit, needle like nose, but I reinforced the wings. With our current power source, everything on the craft with be enhanced, shielding, thrusters, sublight engines, even the particle beam weapons. I’ve decided to name this class of ship; Cerberus after the mythical three headed dog of Hades. I know it’s an old one, but I think it’s a good name, unless someone wants to name it ‘Thundercat’ again.” Jack said smartly.

Emily smirked at the mention of the incident. Mitch replied travesti porno with a one-finger salute. Jack shift in his seat for a minute, then tapped the keys again this time another larger ship appeared on the display. Emily could tell that it wasn’t as big as the battle cruiser, but it looked very impressive none the less. The way the ship was designed gave it an almost organic look to it, like it was almost alive. The shape of the craft looked similar to that of a spade from a deck of cards. The tail end of the craft looked like it had a giant X, it smoothly blended in on the hull while the lower end of the X curved inward.

“Alright, this is what I calling an Interceptor, design mainly for speed and maneuverability. That doesn’t mean that it is defenseless. It’s packing three particle beams, shields, and a cloaking device. This ship can also double as a scout ship when the time comes for exploration.”

“Well, these designs are going to have to wait until we get a ship yard up and running.” Said Emily.

“Yeah I know. It’s killing me to wait for it to be built.” Jack said.

He started to tap keys again, and a smile spread across his face. “Well, we don’t have to wait as long as we thought. Mitch check it out.” Mitch lean over the display, his face scrunched up in concentration.

“Emily, according to this the new base will have the full capability of a ship yard. In fact it will be able to build most of our larger designs daily.” Mitch said.

Emily frowned instead of smiled, her brow crinkled for almost a minute.

“Wait a minute, how will the base be able to produce theses larger designs daily? I mean how big is the base going to be, considering the massive dimensions of the ships?” Emily asked sounding very confused for a moment. Jack and Mitch realized she had a point. Jack brought up the file that was suppose to hold the base designs. He uttered a soft curse under his breath.

“Guys we may have a problem. The file that has the base designs has apparently been corrupted by an outside file source. The maintenance droids that were building the base called in for the plans and were infected as well, they tried an emergency shutdown, but it fail. Awe, shit. I think we have a virus in the system.”

“Then what the hell are those droids building out there?” asked Emily.

Mitch walked towards the nearest view port, he looked left and right, then craned his neck to the right looking down. By the time Emily and Jack joined him, his face was slightly paled. He stepped back and looked at both of them in the face.

“I don’t know how this happened; I don’t even want to speculate on how it happened. Somehow for some reason, we are now orbiting what looks strangely like the ‘Death Star’.” Mitch managed to stammer out. Both Emily and Jack rushed forward to look out the view port, and what they saw turn their stomachs.

Nearly two thirds of the surface of the moon was covered in a metallic structure, there were canyons that seem to be twenty stories tall and was line with what appeared to be particle cannons, very large particle cannons. The third that wasn’t covered was still the same craggy sandy surface of the moon but they could see little dark specks moving around. To see them even from this distance meant that there had to be thousands if not millions of maintenance droids scurrying about. They looked like a swarm of highly organized insects, buzzing to and fore.

“Sweet Jesus on a hammock. I hope you guys believe in the afterlife ’cause Mike is most certainly going to send us there when he gets back.” Mitch said. His hands were shacking slightly

“Well, he did say he didn’t care if anyone knew we were here or not. So he got his wish.” Jack tried to rationalize this but he knew Mike didn’t exactly want the Earth to collectively shit themselves when they looked up at the Moon.

“Ok, let’s pretend we didn’t see that and get back to work. Anything else you want to go over?” said Emily.

“Yeah, I think we need a few AI’s for future projects, not as vocal as Lewis though. We can have Sam create their personalities from scratch.” Mitch said.

“Yeah that sounds good. Sam, just two things for you to do.” Emily said.

“Yes, what would you like me to do?” Sam relied.

“Sam, we want you to create five new AI, their personalities from scratch. turk porno Take as long as you need, ok.” Emily requested.

“Certainly commander. Will there be anything else?”

“Yeah, one last thing Sam. We want you to run a diagnostic program on your self and all of the files contain within the computer sore. If you find any file containing viruses, quarantine the said file, and we can examine it later when Mike returns.”

“Commander, are you saying that the computer core has been infect with computer based viral infection?” Sam asked. He sounded very concerned.

“Yes, it seems very likely. Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me you’ve never encountered a computer virus before?” Asked a very surprised Emily.

“In all of AI history none have come up against a computer based viral infection. I’m not even sure if I could be effective against such a thing.” The AI sounded very morose.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll think of something when we cross that bridge.” Mitch said.

“Fine. I will complete the AI’s within the hour. Running the diagnostic program will take about half an hour.” Sam said.

“Good, Sam that’s all for now.” Emily said.

——————

Mike awoke with a groan escaping his lips. He stretched his arms and legs trying hard not to wake Cerelia. He checked the display in front of him and it told him it was nine in the morning. He looked around, momentarily forgetting where they were. It took him a few minutes to remember what exactly had happened. They left Bermuda, late in the evening and landed in Naples, Florida, near a small retirement community. He decided to just sleep in the fighter, no use looking for a hotel nearby. As he turned back to look in front of the ship, there stood a small group of boys. They appeared to be around the ages of nine to eleven. They were just standing there, gawking at the ship sitting not ten feet away.

‘Oh well. Time to head back anyway.’ Mike thought.

He started up the fighter and the group of boys ran way back and hid in the nearby bushes. He lifted off the ground and headed out for sea. He was still waking up when the sensors picked up something coming up fast behind him. He directed the sensors behinds his craft and it took just a few seconds for a description of the craft to come up. What he didn’t need right at the moment but was getting it anyway was two USAF F-15E Strike Eagles.

“Unidentified aircraft, I am ordering you to come about and land at Eglin Air Force Base. If you do not comply with these directions we will blow you out of the sky.” Demanded one of the pilots.

“Let me think about that. Why don’t you and your boyfriend go have some fun blowing up a trailer park or something.” Responded Mike.

“You little shit. I repeat again, come about and land at Eglin Air Force Base or you will be fired upon.” Repeated the pilot, who was starting to sound rather angry.

“Sorry. Not your bitch, not your slave, go fuck yourself and have a nice day.” With that Mike activated his shields. He started to turn his fighter in a crisscross pattern. He didn’t really care what they did; right now he was just toying with them. He noticed that Cerelia was wide-awake; he smiled reassuringly to let her know that everything was okay. The sensors reported multiple impacts on the shields, some bullets, but the last few were missiles. They were really trying to kill him and he didn’t feel anything through he shields. He decided to comm them and let them know that they were just wasting their time.

“Hey, guys I getting pretty bored right now, so I’m just going to go home.” Said Mike.

They were well over the Atlantic, miles form the coast and they were barely keeping up. He then got a good idea. He scrolled through the fighters’ main menu and accessed what exactly was installed on the fighter. Apparently there was a small tractor beam on board, used for towing in small fighter craft or life pods. He activated the tractor beam and homed in on the two fighters. Once they were locked in the tractor beam Mike started to ascend through the atmosphere. Now the flyboys were screaming at him to let them go. He notice on the sensors that their craft had over ten minutes of usable oxygen and he thought that was just perfect. He exited the atmosphere two seconds later with the plane in tow, wouldn’t take him long to get back to Sam with these two. Mike was smirking at the thought of those two seeing the ship for the first time, when Cerelia point towards the moon and asked what had happened to it. Mike focused in on the Moon and saw his new base.

“OK, that will do.” Mike said with a small smile spread across his face.

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Thanks for making it this far! Warning: This chapter has some drug use and non-consensual corporal punishment.

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*

After two weeks in space, Nora and I landed on Emaris Station, a small space station orbiting Emaris Prime. Even though going to port was dangerous in our situation, we didn’t have much of a choice – we had run out of food days ago and desperately needed supplies. With mercenaries on our trail and not a single credit to our names, a lot depended on us making some quick cash.

Being on the run was expensive, especially when you were running from someone like Big George. Well-known and feared far beyond his base of operations, he was one of the quadrant’s most notorious gangsters and under the highly unfortunate impression that I had kidnapped his wife.

With help from my local contacts, I hoped we could quickly offload the drugs we had stolen and be on our way before arousing suspicion.

“And you’re sure you can make that sale?” asked Nora, George’s wife.

“Yes, but I need some clothes. And these,” I said, pointing at my leg irons, “have to come off.”

Although I wasn’t exactly a voluntary member of this two-person crew, I had been really well-behaved the entire trip. The whole kidnapping thing had never been my idea, but I could tell that Nora was still not completely over it.

“I think we’ll leave them on. You’ll wear a collar and a leash and be my obedient little slave girl. A perfect disguise if you ask me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nora, come on, we have only one shot at this. We’re completely broke and as long as we owe the landing fee, the station won’t let us launch. If we spook my contact with this nonsense, there’s a good chance that he might not buy.”

She sighed. “Alright, alright. The keys are in my cabin on the desk.”

I shuffled to her room to release myself. The shackles were Nora’s revenge for keeping her locked in a cell for three weeks – something I still felt bad about – but on the other hand, she had stabbed me and made me fly this stolen transport. There was enough blame to go around.

*

The transport had very recently belonged to a team of mercs – all of them male – so it was hard to find something that I could wear. I settled on a T-shirt with a Mercs Weekly logo, some cargo pants, and a pair of combat boots, all of which were at least three sizes too large. Instead of a belt that wouldn’t fit, I had to use a piece of rope to make sure the pants stayed in place.

“Why do you get a weapon?” Nora complained when I strapped a lightweight Smitherson Mark II blaster to my leg. “Prisoners don’t get weapons.”

“In this line of business, you carry a gun when you go to port,” I said, checking the blaster’s energy coil. “If you want one, there’s plenty in the closet.”

“I’m not touching these things. Forget it.”

I scoffed. “Might be better that way. Last time you had a weapon, you stabbed me.”

“Oh come on, how many times do you want me to apologize? It was only in your thigh and I thought you were going to kill me!”

“It’s fine,” I said, handing her a sample of the various pills we had on offer, wrapped in a medical glove. “Put that in your purse.”

“I don’t have a … oh, alright.”

She turned around and unzipped her coverall. With my best poker face, I watched as she awkwardly worked the pills into her snatch. Realistically, there was no need for that level of secrecy; the quantity was below the threshold for serious jail time and I simply carried my half in an envelope in my back pocket. This being Emaris, the risk of getting caught was fairly low. Worst case, the cops would fuck us, beat us up, and keep the drugs for themselves. But it was a good opportunity to see how committed she was and whether she could handle the stress.

*

Dressed and ready for action, we made our way to the lower ring to meet Ray, my old business partner. We had worked together in the past, but I hadn’t seen him in a while – not since I started running guns to Ildaria. He worked out of a dry cleaner’s business, which served as a front for an all-purpose trafficking operation and was located in one of the less-frequented parts of the station.

I remembered that there was a quiet place at the backside of the shop, away from prying eyes, so I decided to take Nora there to retrieve the pills she was carrying. For a first-timer, she had done reasonably well and hadn’t aroused suspicion when we passed cops and local militia.

On our way, though, I heard the unmistakable sound of clinking chains and took a quick peek around the corner.

A male and a female slave in janitorial uniforms were sitting on a bench, taking a break from duty. They had tossed their cleaning supplies aside, kissing passionately, and if it hadn’t been for the leg irons and collars, I would have thought they were a normal couple. The guy had his fingers inside the girl’s pants, which she seemed to enjoy a lot – she was panting, pushing her hips towards him, all while trying hard to keep quiet.

“Let’s give them sikiş izle a minute,” Nora whispered. “I think she’s really close.”

It was an unusual sight – normally, males and females slaves were kept separate to prevent this exact kind of fraternizing. Single-sex groups were easier to control and caused much less drama, so when I served my time, there had never been the opportunity to get any male body part in proximity to my snatch. In fact, I had been extremely lucky if my restraints allowed for a little playtime alone.

As I watched the couple, I realized that weeks without any action had more of an effect than I cared to admit. I was about to make a drug deal and here I was, getting wet over two people having a bit of harmless fun.

Nora must have read my thoughts. “That’s one handsome fella,” she whispered and gave me a playful wink. “If you ask nicely, maybe he’ll do you next.”

Unfortunately, it never came to that. When they heard us, they jumped up and collected their cleaning supply, shuffling away as fast as their leg irons permitted. Slightly disappointed – at least for my part – we took a seat on the bench.

“Ray doesn’t know you,” I said, after Nora had pulled the pills from their hiding place. “It’s best if you stay out of sight and don’t talk to anyone, alright?”

Nora nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait for you here.”

*

Ray was short, one meter fifty at most, with a muscular body and – as I knew from previous business negotiations – with an impressive dick that could stretch an asshole to unhealthy dimensions. He was sitting in the waiting area of his shop, feet on the table, watching a cage match on a wall-mounted display. Two fighters were beating each other to a bloody pulp and most likely, he had money in the game. I remembered that additionally to being a trafficker, fence, and all-round crook, he was also running a semi-successful bookmaking business.

The only other person in the shop was a woman lying lazily on the counter, a couple of meters from Ray’s table. She was in her forties, naked except for a slave collar, and a long sturdy chain locked to the back of that collar made sure she didn’t wander off. The game on the monitor didn’t seem to do much for her, she had her legs spread and played idly with herself, ignoring me completely. Clearly, she didn’t expect me to pick up laundry.

“Slow day?” I asked and walked over to Ray’s table. In fact, I had never seen a single customer while I was here. Everybody, including the cops, knew that this wasn’t a legit operation.

“I heard you were dead,” he said. “Or out of the business at least.”

Even though we had done business and fucked on occasion, it didn’t sound like he had lost a lot of sleep over it. In any case, the cage fight was more interesting; he didn’t take his eyes off the screen, but at least he pushed a chair in my direction.

“You heard wrong,” I said, “on both counts. I got some product to unload, nothing big, but you’ll make a tidy profit.”

There was no point in trying to make conversation while he was preoccupied, so I sat down with him and we kept watching for a few more minutes, waiting for things to play out on the screen. When medics dragged the taller guy out of the arena, Ray finally turned off the display.

“Let’s hear it. I gotta make up for the twenty grand I lost on that game.”

Now that sounded like a good opportunity. Normally, Ray dealt in bulk – a small shipment like Nora’s and mine was too much hassle for too little gain. Coming in, I half expected he would hand me off to some small-time local dealer. For a referral fee, of course, which usually meant shoving his dick down my throat.

“New help?” I asked, pointing at the woman on the counter who was still playing with her clit. “What happened to the other one? The hot redhead?”

“Released. She’s back to selling shoes on the promenade. Now I got Brenda, the cheapest slut I ever bought. Also the fattest.”

According to Ray, Brenda was a slut and a junkie, the wayward ex-wife of local preacher Jimmy Doyle. She had skimmed from the congregation and fucked around for years to support her drug habit until she finally got busted. Despite being a preacher, forgiveness wasn’t exactly in Jimmy’s nature, so he dropped her like a hot potato and refused to bribe the local magistrate. As a result she got sentenced to an eight year stretch and with slave prices at an all-time low, Ray had picked her up at a bargain.

Whatever her story was, I hadn’t come to Ray’s place for small talk. I opened my envelope and put the samples on the table. It was about a dozen pills in different shapes and colors, enough to get a serious party started – or keeping one going for a while.

Before I could even start my sales pitch, Brenda decided that the merchandise on the table was more interesting than playing with her twat. With surprising speed for a woman her age and weight, she lunged forward, grabbed one of the pills and swallowed it before any of us could react.

Such a break in discipline was şişman porno unheard of for a slave and I guessed that like with the redhead, Ray had been too cheap to have her properly trained. I would never wish obedience training on anyone, but this wasn’t the first time one of his budget sluts stepped out of line.

Ray groaned. “That was ‘Whore’s Delight,’ you stupid cow!”

He jumped off his chair and dragged her back to the counter, where he shortened the chain with a padlock from his pocket. It was a wise precaution – very soon, anything in her reach that was equipped with a dick would be fair game.

Despite its name, ‘Delight’ was rarely used by girls in the industry. It was an expensive party drug that turned even the most frigid bitch into a raging nymphomaniac. I never used it much myself, only a couple of times back in flight school, and each time I fucked the entire class until the sun came up. Nobody in their right mind took an entire pill though; most people crushed it up and snorted a small dose, which was more than enough for a night of crazy, uninhibited sex.

Meanwhile, as the drug was starting to have an effect on Brenda, she was getting increasingly frustrated due to an acute lack of dick in her holes. At a party with plenty of people around, that usually wasn’t a problem – not for long anyway – but chained to the counter with no cock in reach, it was a different story altogether.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged on her knees, spreading her fat butt cheeks in what counted as an invitation.

I remembered the all-consuming need for getting fucked, caused by this little pill. The throbbing clit, the tunnel vision, the burning desire for getting my holes stretched by a procession of dick. It wasn’t pretty.

Ray and I ignored her as best as we could as we were haggling over the price of my shipment. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that I was running from some kind of trouble, so twenty percent below market value was as high as he was willing to go.

“Ray, please! Take my ass! I’ll rim you, I’ll drink your piss! Anything!”

Brenda was kneeling on the counter, her hand deep inside her pussy, fucking herself like a maniac, but it didn’t seem to do much for her. She whined and begged and I knew that this would only get worse. It didn’t seem like she had a lot of dignity before, but now I could watch how the rest went down the drain. In her desperation, she made offers that no self-respecting slut would even consider.

“Jacking off won’t work,” I said. “She needs the real thing. Give her one of the downers, that should mellow her out.”

“Hell no, that stupid bitch needs to learn her lesson,” he said while Brenda was now frantically fisting her ass. It was unreal, she looked like a housewife – kind of mousy, with sagging breasts and way too much fat on her ribs – but she could take a fist like a seasoned pro.

“Listen, Ray,” I said, remembering previous negotiations with him. “I got an idea.”

Of course, the proposal was right up Ray’s alley. In exchange for my help with teaching Brenda a lesson, he would take the product at just ten percent below market value. It was a win-win proposition – if you didn’t consider poor old Brenda, of course.

Ray pulled out his amazing dick and as usual, he didn’t need much encouragement. I lubed him up with some spit – with a tool this size even my worn-out asshole needed preparation. I undressed quickly and leaned over the table, with him slowly pushing into my rectum and Brenda screaming obscenities at us.

Tripping on “Delight” with no means for release was bad enough, but having to watch another girl getting her asshole reamed while you didn’t get any was the ultimate punishment.

For a good twenty minutes, he pumped in and out of me, stretching my ass in ways that I rarely experienced these days. I groaned as he fucked me with long, powerful strokes and buried his oversized cock to the hilt. Brenda was howling in frustration as I worked my clit, treating myself to a couple of decent orgasms.

Ray was a patient man, he made me work hard for my deal, but he was enough of a gentleman to finish in my mouth when I asked. With my battered, gaping asshole, I really didn’t want to leave a trail of jizz while shopping on the station.

*

After I had cleaned him up and got myself dressed, we shook hands and I left with a small advance payment in my pocket and detailed instructions for delivery. Two weeks without sex were long by my standards – it wasn’t like I needed it, but I had actually enjoyed myself and returned well-fucked and very pleased with myself.

I couldn’t wait to boast about my success when I saw Nora sitting on the bench, looking miserable. She was wearing a tracking collar – a heavy, hideous thing that was painted in bright orange.

“What the fuck happend?” I asked.

“They tagged me for prostitution,” she said sheepishly.

I couldn’t believe it. “They did what?! Why would they-“

“There was a guy and he offered me fifteen credits for a blowjob. I, err, figured tecavüz porno we could use the money but it turns out that he … he was a cop. That asshole let me suck him off and then he arrested me.”

Dammit. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

“I leave you alone for twenty goddamn minutes! Seriously! What were you thinking?”

“We haven’t eaten for three days and we’re broke, that’s what I was thinking!”

“I just got us an advance on our deal, for fuck’s sake! Why can’t you have a little bit of patience?”

Going for days without food in close quarters was not a new experience for me. The jails I had spent time in were not run by smart and well-organized people and when I was a slave, regular meals had not been a priority to my owners. When it came to food, Nora was a spoilt little princess who knew nothing about the hardships of life.

“Listen, next time do your homework before you break the law. All this guy wanted was getting his dick sucked and fifty, maybe a hundred in cash. Whoring on Emaris is no big deal, but there’s dirty cops everywhere and you need money to pay them off. You basically forced him to bust you.”

I continued berating her, annoyed that I had to deal with this drama on top of everything else. But she just sat there in her own world, clearly not listening to a single word I said. She was tapping her foot nervously, playing with her nipple rings under her shirt.

“Gods, what are they gonna do to me?”

“They didn’t say anything?” I asked.

“The cop said I’m going to get my sentence later this afternoon. Do you think I’m going to jail?”

“I have no idea, it varies from place to place. For my first offense on Massanas, they gave me one hundred whacks on the snatch with a leather strap. I was so swollen, peeing was hell for a week.”

“Oh god,” she said, burying her face in her hands.

“This place is a bit more sophisticated, there’s going to be some other type of punishment.”

“You’re … experienced in these things. Isn’t there anything I can do?”

“Not much,” I said and shrugged. “We can try to cut off the collar and run, but that would probably put the entire station on lockdown. If we plan this properly, I’m sure we can sneak you out, but if you do get caught, the sentence for that’s going to be really bad. Slavery bad, most likely.”

She sighed. “And best case, I’d be a fugitive.”

“Yes. Every respectable planet’s gonna extradite you and that’s on top of the mess with your husband. I strongly suggest you grit your teeth and take it as a learning experience. And stop with the tugging already, you’ll ruin your nipples.”

“Fine,” she said, finally letting go of her rings. “It’s so unfair, I just wanted to make some money so we could eat. You do it all the time, it’s not exactly rocket science.”

I groaned. Why couldn’t people show some respect for once? Just because the profession was open to anyone didn’t mean everyone was good at it.

*

Going back to the ship turned out to be impossible, her tracking collar started to vibrate as soon as we got near the hangar deck. We decided to take our food in a small place off the observation platform, away from prying eyes.

We had just finished our first meal in days when her comlink chimed and she got the message.

“What does it say?” I asked.

Nora winced. “They’re giving me twelve lashes. I’ll get sealed and inhibited for three months, whatever that means. And I have twenty-four hours to self-surrender.”

“So no jail time,” I said. “That’s good news, I guess. It means we can get out of here.”

“I’m really scared,” she admitted. “I’ve never been whipped before. And the other stuff – do you know what that is?”

“No idea. I’m afraid we’ll have to find out.”

She stretched her legs and reached under her shirt, again tugging on one of her nipple rings. It was a nervous habit that was driving me crazy.

“Would you come with me?” she asked. “It says I’m allowed to bring a witness.”

“Okay, sure. But let’s go now,” I said. “Your name’s in the system, we have to get out of here as soon as possible. There’s multiple agencies here, to which one do you wanna go?”

Emaris was one of the many places that had outsourced much of their penal system to private companies. The state would impose a sentence and it was on licensed service providers to execute it, typically charging the delinquent for their own punishment. The whole industry was extremely lucrative, with several interstellar franchises competing for people’s business.

She pondered for a moment. “I don’t know. Does it even matter?”

“Probably not,” I said, after checking the rates on my comlink. “The sentences are standardized and the fees are pretty much the same. Have you ever been to one? For a private session maybe?”

“No. George likes to humiliate me, but he would never hurt me physically.”

“Well, we could go to Stepanov’s two decks down, but I’m more a Mendez girl, they have good service and they give you chocolate when you’re done. Everton’s I wouldn’t recommend, they are a bit cheaper, but they go completely over the top with restraints. And last year, a friend of mine got her stuff stolen. Imagine you go in there and get your fifty whacks or whatever and when you’re out, all your stuff is gone. That sucks.”

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Water sloshed as she moved her legs about in the bath. Smoke twirled upward from the joint clasped between her full red lips. Her red hair spilling over, she held her upper body out the water by resting her head on the edge of the tub. Her modest but perky breasts stuck out of the water, nipples erect.

Her legs wide open, milky thighs leading up to a pink, tight pussy in the water. Shapely hips give way to her hourglass figure.

Alone in the house, Faith used her long red nails to pinch and flick at her nipples.

“Ahh…” she moaned and pushed her breasts further out of the water.

She trails her fingers down her stomach…

Something moves behind her and she jumps, turning around she sees nothing, no one… Faith chalks it up to her animals and continues fondling her sensitive nipples.

***

There she lay legs wide open, presenting herself to him… How could he not whip out his hard, stiff cock. She would have seen him had he not changed his position last moment.

He gently rubbed his cock watching her carefully, wishing it was Faith’s pussy on the tip of his cock. He needed to feel her pussy clench as he crammed inside her, but for now he must wait, watch, not cum.

***

Faith’s pussy begged for a cock, she was teasing herself, not touching her clit, as hard as it might be, she knew it would pay off in an explosive orgasm.

Realizing her joint had died, she relights and sucks on the joint like she would a big dick.

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Am assistant pours oil onto her pussy making her tingle. She rubs it into her whole cunt, and asshole, the audience’s attention is rapt.

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A noise alerts Faith of her surroundings, she opens her eyes and six hot men surround her bath, the one has already started stroking his thick cock. Another beautiful man leans into the bath and slowly inserts a finger into her tight, wet hole.

“OH my god,” she manages just before another dick is shoved into her mouth.

She feels hands on her tits and looks up to see a muscular blond man fondling her extremely sensitive tits. The man with the beautiful hands had stopped fingering and she hungered for more, he steps into the tub and his chiseled, caramel body came into her view, his beautiful cock pointed upwards. He pulls her hips out of the water and slams his cock into her…

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The cock had slipped from her mouth, somebody else was getting porno 92 in the tub, she could only feel a man underneath her, fingers probing at her ass.

She was being fingered the same speed as the caramel man on top was ramming into her and another cock was shoved inside her mouth.

Faith had never been so turned on, or had never had so many holes filled. A second finger was inserted and she could feel her orgasm building.

Two more dicks are shoved into her hands, Faith was sure she would soon burst, she had never felt this much pleasure.

Suddenly the fingers stopped their assault on her ass and a cock is slowly pressed into her ass…

“Oh fuck I don’t know how much…”

She was drinking cum and trying to speak, when another salty cock was pushed between her lips.

She was on the edge of cumming, rocking back and forth cocks in all her holes.

“Ah Jesus, fuck, make me cum, I’m gonna cum. “

Another swallow of cum, and harder they fucked her.

Faith couldn’t help but feel disappointed when the caramel man pulled out and sorted all over her stomach.

The blond man takes his place and slowly, torturously inserts his cock.

“Please I beg you, make me cum…”

A black dick is in her mouth and she can no longer beg but they each fuck her slowly, more slowly than before. Her juicy pussy can take no more, and then the beautiful hand is back stroking and teasing her clit.

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Everytime a different man would take over she would hope he would fuck her to orgasm but alas, they got to cum as much as they chose, but Faith was left hungry and wanton.

When they stopped fucking her mouth for a second she looked for the man who’d given her the most pleasure, the caramel beauty with the fingers. She pleaded with him, “Please fuck me, please let me cum…”

His hands traveled back to her pussy and slowly he played with her clit, the other men seemed to melt away as he took the sole spot between her legs. He positioned himself and slowly entered her.

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He pulled out but kept playing with her clit rubbing her through her squirting orgasms, over and over again.

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The pandemic played havoc with the lives of everyone, those who suffered and those having to live with or look after those who suffered. However, the lockdown also wrecked the lives of single women like me.

Not being able to move around all but wrecked my sex life. At the beginning of the lockdown, I used my toys and that took the edge off for a while but then I began to miss the feeling of a real man. I missed that glorious feeling of the dick entering my pussy for the first time, feeling the strength of his arms as he manhandled me from position to position. I missed wrapping my legs around his back and feeling his dick push past my uterus into to the depths as my pussy and the resulting orgasm that ripped through my body.

I was literally going crazy when the lockdown was lifted. The project I was working on kept me very busy for the first week or so but once that was finished, I decided I would celebrate. I needed to be fucked.

I was given some time off from work for the successful completion of the project, so I called my favourite dick, a thick 10-inch black dick. I was so excited to hear his voice. We both were craving each other but when he told me that he was unavailable as he was sent up north to sort out a problem, I snapped at him. I later apologised as I knew it wasn’t his fault. I spent that night with Rabbit in my pussy and my 10-inch dildo in my ass. I came so much that I wore myself out. I eventually dragged myself to the bathroom and soaked for over an hour before going to bed.

The next day I woke just as horny as before. The previous nights’ shenanigans had no effect and I needed to be fucked. Since I had no back up plan, I decided I would go out for breakfast and try to take my mind off my condition. I decided to wear a short dress to show off my well-toned legs I developed during the pandemic.

I got to the restaurant and was waiting to be seated. There was a reasonable amount of people there and the staff looked busy. I was looking into the kitchen when I caught the eye of one of the staff as he was checking the number of patrons present. I gave him a quick once over before being seated and thought he looked nice.

After I was seated, I wanted to wash my hands and was directed to the toilets. I had to pass the kitchen and storerooms on my way there and as I turned the corner, the young man I saw earlier, came out of the store room. Since it was a narrow corridor, we had to brush pass each other and we exchanged smiles as we did so. I continued to the toilets to wash my hands. I had just taken a few steps out of the bathroom when he came around the corner again going in the opposite direction. As we were about to brush past each other, he pushed me against the wall and pushed his hands between my legs. His aim was excellent. He found my clit and began to flick it hard before he sunk two fingers into my pussy. This is the first male contact I had in months, and it felt great as I gripped his shoulder and began to fuck his finger. My pussy was gushing, and I told him to give me another finger. However, instead of slipping another finger into my pussy, he walked me back into the toilet. In my state of horniness, I knew exactly what to do. I went into a cubicle, lifted my skirt and bent over. The young man entered my pussy and fucked me with reckless abandon, mindful of us not having much time. His dick was a good size, and he was giving me what I wanted, a real dick. We came together, me bucking and squealing with him, grunting and groaning.

We cleaned up and I thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. I went back upstairs to my table and thoroughly enjoyed my breakfast. While it was a hot fuck, it was not enough to really take the edge off. I needed more.

After breakfast, I decided to go shopping but I wanted to try somewhere new. I drove to a huge shopping centre about 40 miles away, just for a different experience.

As I walked into the mall, it was buzzing with people of all walks of society. I was still buzzing from my breakfast fuck and my aura was projecting because both men and women were smiling at me as I walked through the mall. I was aimlessly walking through the mall when I came across a Victoria Secret. I decided to go in and see if there were any new toys I could add to my extensive collection. There were a few couples looking at lingerie sets and lots of young ladies looking at sexy panties. I, on the other hand, made my way straight to the toy section.

It was quiet with very few people down there. I was looking at the selection of dildos and was reading the instructions on a remote-controlled sex toy when the sales assistant came up to me.

“Would you like some help?” she asked in a professional manner. My response gave her an initial shock, but she soon had a huge smile on her face.

“That depends on what you had in mind” was my response with a very naughty smile on my face.

She introduced herself as Lana and began to tell me how good the remote-controlled porno toy was. She was explaining to me how to use it when I asked “you seem to know this product very well. Have you used one?”. With that, she leaned forward and lifted her short, plaid skirt. Peeping out of her bald pussy was the light blue end of the toy.

“Wow, your pussy looks beautiful with the toy peeping out” I said as a huge shot of adrenaline surged through my body. She gave me the remote and told me to turn it up, so I pressed the control once and increased the intensity of the vibrations. She began to moan and moved her hips. I clicked the remote again and she let out a yelp as the intensity went up further. She turned around and pulled me close and as her orgasm hit, she kissed me deeply. I held her close and was grinding my pussy on to her when she reached between my legs and started playing with my clit. Her touch was so soft and tender that I began to fuck her fingers much in the same way I did earlier. I came so quickly that it caught me by surprise, and I inadvertently clicked the remote again. She came almost immediately, kissing me hard to muffle her screams. I switched the toy off, and we held each other up until we caught our breath. I kissed her again and bought one of the toys.

I left the store with a big smile on my face and continued my walk through the mall. It was late afternoon by the time I left the mall. As I sat in the car, I smiled and said to myself “we’re having fun today”.

I spent that night playing with my new toy until I almost passed out. I went to sleep contented with my many orgasms but still needed to feel a man inside me.

I woke the following morning to my phone ringing. It was one of my girlfriends from up north inviting me to her sister’s birthday party tomorrow night. It was short notice but Sandra and I were friends from secondary school and we got up to lots of mischief together so I was not going to miss this party. It would also give me a change of scenery and a chance to catch up on her life.

I got on to the train and settled into a quiet section in first class. When the attendant came through with drinks and snacks, I bought a gin and tonic and settled down with my music for the long ride. The only other person in the carriage was a well-dressed man. He was about 6ft and even though he had no obvious special attributes, there was something about him that was holding my attention. Maybe I was wearing my “horny” glass while I was checking him out. About 15 minutes into the journey, he gets up and comes up to me and introduces himself.

“Hi, I’m Adrian and I have been watching you from the time we left the station”. I introduced myself and when he asked if he could join me, I agreed. We talked for a while, getting to know each other a little as we passed the time. The conversation eventually became sexual and from the tent rising in his trousers, I would say he was being turned on. To be honest, I was getting wet from the conversation as well. From the size of the tent, I would say he had a nice dick. I was still very horny and being alone with this man, gave me an idea.

I told Adrian that I have to go to the toilet, let my legs spread a little bit so that he could glimpse my naked pussy and then put on my sexiest walk to let him know what I wanted. As I was about to go into the toilet, I turned to see Adrian had begun to follow me. He entered the toilet and locked it behind himself. The embrace was filled with lust. He was grabbing my breasts while I was trying to free his dick. He helped me to free his dick and as soon as it was free, I dropped down and began to suck it. My pussy was dripping, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood up, bent over and Adrian slammed his dick into me, fucking me hard and fast.

“Oh God, yes”. I moaned as I felt his dick ploughing my pussy. My pussy was soaking wet, making loud squishing noises as Adrian, consumed with lust, fucked me with everything he had. I was enjoying the sex but to my disappointment, Adrian came too soon for me to cum. When he told me he was cumming, I pulled away, dropped to my knees and sucked his dick into my mouth. He came growling and when his sperm hit my mouth, I began to suck him hard. He froze like he was paralysed. His dick was shooting sperm into my mouth but the rest of him was stiff. I released his dick and he collapsed on to the toilet. I cleaned my pussy, feeling a bit unfulfilled and left him in there to recover. When he finally emerged from the toilet, I had bought him a drink from the attendant and was enjoying some downloaded music. We continued to chat until I reached my destination. He was going further so I gave him a kiss and thanked him for keeping me company.

Sandra picked me up from the station and we spent the rest of the evening chatting and catching up on each other’s lives. Eventually I went to bed reliving the week I had so far. I got fucked in a restaurant on Tuesday morning, had a woman porn play with my pussy on Tuesday afternoon, played with my new toy until I nearly passed out on Thursday and got fucked on a train on Friday. All in all, my week was going well and without my favourite dick.

We arrived at the venue and were seated at tables, similar to a wedding reception. The idea was to have some fun and play some games before sending home the young ones and their parents so the real fun could begin.

Sandra took me to the singles table and introduced me to the two guys and two ladies already sat there. Introductions out of the way and we began to make light conversation to past the time.

My outfit showed off my figure perfectly while being a bit conservative. I was mindful that there will be elders and children there, so I toned it done a touch. I wore a blue, lace, lingerie set that made me feel very sexy indeed and having a man sitting either side of me added to my mood.

The games began and everyone was having a great time when I felt a hand on the inside of my thigh. Joseph, who was sitting to my right was getting turned on and decided to take action. He was drawing small circles about halfway up my thigh that was sending electric shocks straight to my pussy. It felt so good that I began to squirm in the seat and slide my pussy closer to his hand. My squirming must have alerted Oliver on the other side because he too was caressing my inner thigh. The pleasure from these hands made me feel delirious. Trying to keep calm and while these two men turned me on was becoming a battle too much to bear. Both hands were moving closer to my pussy, and I was becoming more and more turned on. It then occurred to me that I can’t let them know the other was playing with me. Joseph got to my pussy first and immediately found my clit. I bit my lip and struggled to maintain my composure as my orgasm built rapidly. I reached down and held Oliver’s hand to stop him from going any higher until I came on Joe’s hand. My orgasm rippled through my body, bringing tears to my eyes as I fought to keep it under wraps. When that one subsided, I gently pushed Joe’s hand down and released Oliver’s hand so that he could proceed to the promised land. Oliver was even more skilled than Joe was. He found my clit and slipped a finger into my pussy to finger fuck me as well. The next orgasm came on with a full head of steam, hitting me hard. My pussy convulsed on Oliver’s finger and my legs began to shake. I squeezed his hand to get him to stop which gave me the time to calm down and recover.

Oliver moved his hand, and I released Joe’s and immediately he went back up my thigh. My panty was soaked by this time, as I squirted a few times on both hands. He found my clit again and because my pussy was primed, I came in seconds. It rushed on me so quickly that I had pretend to sneeze so I could cover the scream.

I excused myself from the table and walked gingerly to the toilet. I was leaning over the sink recovering as Sandra came in.

“I see you have met Joe and Oliver and have become really acquainted “she said with a huge smile on her face.

“Oh my god, Sandra. They had me cumming so much that I had to get up before I passed out”.

“Well, you’ll be please to know that they are our dates for the night” Sandra said with much glee in her voice.

“Yes Ma’am. Tonight, is going to be a good night” I said, feeling revitalised and up for the challenge.

The adult party was in full swing. I paired up with Oliver, but I had a sneaky suspicion that I was going to fuck both tonight. The four of us were dancing like we were the only people there. Oliver was behind and had 2 handfuls of breasts while I had reached behind me and had a handful of dick. Through his jeans, his dick felt impressive, with a nice girth to it. Sandra meanwhile was grinding her pussy onto Joe’s leg.

The pressure started to get to me, so I said to Sandra we need to go because I need some dick. Sandra agreed, told the boys we were ready and the four of us said our goodbyes and left the party. When we got outside, Joe announces that they had rented a room close by so that they could maximise their time. We all laughed to show our appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

The hotel was a 5-minute walk and as soon as we got into the room, Oliver pushed me up against the wall and his hand was between my legs in a flash. Once again, he found my clit and was rubbing it while he kissed me deeply. I looked over at Sandra just before I came. She had her legs in the air and was squealing because Joe was eating her pussy.

I announced I was coming and screamed hard, not having to conceal or hold back anymore. My orgasm shook my entire body, and I squirted all over Oliver’s shirt.

“Very nice” he said with a smile on his face and dropped to his knees and began to nibble my pussy. My swearing and complaining was drowned out by Sandra cumming. She had Joe’s head porno izle locked in place with both her hands and her legs and when she came, it shook her like an earthquake. I’m not sure how well Joe was breathing but he rode that wave of ecstasy very well indeed.

I pulled away from Oliver, got rid of my clothes and laid on the bed next to Sandra. Everyone decided to follow my lead and get naked. I got my first look at the two dicks were going to play with tonight. Oliver was sporting a thick long dick, about 8 to 9 inches while Joe’s dick was thinner but around the same length.

Oliver walked up to me and was about to eat my pussy but I was already hot and wanted to fuck. I looked straight at him and said “fuck me”. Oliver smiled as he got up and pulled his dick through my pussy lips.

“Oh my god, stop teasing me” as I was in a hurry to be fucked. He placed his dick at the entrance and slowly entered my pussy. I have always loved the feeling of the first stroke, stretching my pussy. Oliver pushed his dick balls deep before pulling it back out to the tip, slowly. He reposition me on the bed and the began to fuck me hard. Each stroke was full length and powerful. Being turned on from the party, it didn’t take long for my first orgasm to hit me.

My legs were on his shoulder and I felt I was about to cum, I grabbed his arms, threw my head back and let out a guttural sound. “ARGGGGHHHHH, FUCK” as this orgasm ripped through my body. Joe had Sandra in the same position, and she came shortly after me, screaming. The two young men were fucking us so good that we were both screaming and grunting again as we came again.

I pushed Oliver off me and told him to lay on his back. I needed to take control otherwise, I would pass out from the way this man was fucking me. Straddling his body, I stroked his glistening dick a couple of times before putting into my pussy and sitting all the way down on it. Sandra on the other hand was still on he back, letting Joe pound the hell out of her. She was swearing and slapping him every time she came which seemed to turn him on even more. He was fucking her real good.

I sat all the way down on Oliver’s dick. I moaned as his dick head flicked past my internals and tapped my G-spot. I re-adjusted my position to get his dick exactly where I wanted it before I began to fuck him. Once comfortable, I began to ride him hard. My pussy was gushing and he told me that he could feel my hot pussy juice running down his balls. Hearing those words turned me on so much that I lifted my hips, slammed my pussy back down on his dick and came with such force, that I squirted onto his belly.

I was calming down from my orgasm when Sandra screamed as she came again. Joe was in great shape as he continued to pummel her pussy. This orgasm, however, seemed to be stronger than the previous ones as she was shaking and thrashing about. She pushed Joe off her and rolled to the side of the bed shaking. I continued to ride Oliver when Joe grabbed my hips. I felt his dick at the entrance to my ass and I froze. He applied a little pressure and the head popped in. I threw my head back with my mouth open but no sound came out. Joe pushed again and his dick went further in.

“OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed as he pushed his dick even further up my ass and I felt his balls hit my ass cheeks. He started to fuck me slowly, allowing my ass to get accustomed to his dick and as it loosened up, he fucked me faster and harder. Oliver was matching Joe’s strokes and I was riding a wave of euphoria being full of dick. When Oliver grabbed my breasts and began to suck both nipples at the same time, I lost my composure and slam my hips up and down on both dicks. I started to swear and thrash about similar to Sandra had earlier and when I came, I was crying and shaking. Later I was told that I was punching Oliver as I was cumming. The guys released me and I rolled onto the floor still shaking.

I must have passed out for a short while because when I sat up, the guys had Sandra in a similar sandwich with Oliver in her ass. She was getting the pounding of her life and she looked like she was about to pass out as well so I went over to her to give her some support. She grabbed my arm and opened her mouth as if she was about to say something but it turned out to be a massive orgasm.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” and she began to shake like she had just been tased. Now I have known Sandra for many years and I know when she cums, her pussy convulses hard and she usually makes the man cum. This time was different only because she made two men cum. Joe was the to cum grunting and groaning. Oliver followed shortly, cumming deep in her ass. Both guys spoke of how hard her pussy spasmed when she came and it seemed to be magnified in her ass. I reached over to Sandra and whispered in her ear, “Thank you”.

“Anything for my girl” Sandra replied and kissed me sweetly.

I was awoken from a deep sleep by the sounds of a woman moaning. Joe was still asleep but Oliver was fucking Sandra. I remained quiet and watched them fuck like lovers. When they were finished, I found out that they were in fact lovers and had arranged for Joe to come along for me.

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I woke up that morning more excited than I’d been in a long time. My boyfriend, Evan, and I were at a hotel in NYC. It was no luxury resort, but it was a splurge for our budgets: comfortable mattresses, breakfast that wasn’t just stale cereal, and luggage carts. In a few hours, my best friend from high school, Kaitlyn, would be meeting us there for a weekend together. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple years thanks to colleges being far apart and life being crazy. Don’t worry, I’m not the kind of buzzkill that drags a boyfriend along to a girls’ weekend. Evan was here for a very particular reason. For months, we’d been talking about having a threesome. We even had a group chat full of flirty texts and revealing pictures. It would be all of our first times doing something like this, so nerves were high, but it was nothing that dinner and a good amount of drinks couldn’t solve.

Evan and I had gotten in the day before, which meant we had the hotel room all to ourselves. We’d made good use of it after we got home from dinner, me a little tipsy and him with his eyes glued to my dress. First we’d fucked on the bed, then he ate me out on the couch, and then we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other in the shower. Still, eventually we got to sleep, and I’d spent the night dreaming of the fun we’d have with Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn was built similarly to me, but our differences were enough to give us different appeals. She was a brunette where I was a blonde, she was toned and athletic while I was more curvy and soft, and she had a few inches on me. We both had medium-sized chests, hers slightly bigger, and our asses were hard to rival – I was very proud of mine, despite the fact that it wasn’t earned by any exercise. I’d always found her beautiful, and she had been the reason I realized that I liked girls when we were still in middle school. There had been a tension between us for over a decade now, and we’d finally get to resolve it.

I turned my attention back to Evan, who was brushing his teeth in just his underwear and humming a song softly. In the dim sunlight coming through the curtains, all the contours of his body were highlighted blurrily. He was fit, even more so than Kaitlyn, but still had a relatively small frame. He had thin blonde hair that curled at its ends, only a few inches long. I walked up behind him and put my arms around his waist, laying my head against his upper back. He finished brushing his teeth and turned to me with a sleepy smile. With a kiss on the forehead, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed, tossing me gently onto the mattress. I laughed, but I felt the urge to moan at the mix of tenderness and roughness he always perfectly embodied. Evan crawled on top of me, kissing down my neck as he slid down my PJ shorts, which didn’t cover much to begin with.

Now I was really moaning, feeling myself get wet under his touch. Once my shorts were off, he moved his mouth to mine and began to gently grind on me as we kissed passionately. My hands found his back and clawed at him. I wanted him closer – I wanted him inside me. I sat myself up enough to take off my shirt, and Evan was instantly at my bare chest as the top came off, licking one nipple and massaging the other between his fingers. The grinding had stopped, but I didn’t mind; this pleasure was its own kind of wonderful.

I let him work on my nipples until the burning in my pussy became too much to handle. At that point, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him hard, pushing him backwards bit by bit until I was no longer beneath him. I stood up from the bed and motioned for Evan to do the same. I threw a pillow on the ground in front of his feet and knelt down. No way was I going to let him cum like this; he was going to finish inside me. But it didn’t hurt to warm him up. The more kinds of pleasure I could give him in one session, the more speechless he’d be once it was over.

Evan took a sharp breath as I knelt down, realizing the spotlight of pleasure had moved to him. I pulled his underwear down, revealing his erection. I would normally start by stroking, but I could see he wasn’t fully hard, and I wanted to feel him grow the rest of the way in my mouth. So instead, I kissed his thighs a few times and massaged his balls softly, then licked up his length before putting my lips around his tip and working down his cock. Evan grunted and grabbed my hair, leaning with his other hand on the bed for support. I now moved one hand to his cock, stroking quickly over the parts that weren’t inside my mouth. I moved my head slowly, never fully releasing him from my mouth but occasionally letting just his tip rest between my lips. His breathing quickened and his hand pulled harder at my hair. I kept up the pace, not wanting to bring him to orgasm before I had my fun. When he began to thrust forward into my mouth, I knew it was time to have him fuck me. I pulled my mouth away from his cock, and his hand fell from my hair.

“Lay down, baby.” Evan obeyed, laying calmly on the bed despite the hunger in his eyes. I crawled on the bed and a bit on top of him, reaching over to the porno film other side of the bed where I had put the condoms. As I leaned over, I left my ass and pussy right in front of Evan, and I soon felt his fingers on my clit. Condom in my hand, my elbows gave out a bit under me, and my face was lying on the edge of the bed. Evan and I moaned in sync, and he slipped two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out slowly a few times. It felt amazing, and I laid there in a bit of a trance, forgetting my goal. Soon, he stopped, slapping my ass and pulling on my waist to bring me back over to him. I sat up and got the condom out of the wrapper, placing it on him with both hands. I felt him shudder at this, and I knew he was sensitive and would likely orgasm quickly. That was fine; I’d get action plenty of other times today, I was sure.

I placed my hips over him and grabbed his dick to line it up with my entrance. I was slick from my arousal, so he slipped inside me easily, and I began to ride him with slow, hard strokes. The sound of my ass hitting against his pelvis and thighs turned me on almost as much as feeling him inside me. The pleasure was unbelievable, just as it always was, getting better every time he fucked me. He grabbed my ass and moaned my name, eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure. He looked so beautiful like that. I sped up a bit and felt him finish inside me, moaning as he did. I settled down on his dick one more time, grinding my clit on his pelvis to please myself and take advantage of his sensitivity. Eyes still closed, but more relaxed, Evan let out a couple more light moans. I pulled myself off of his dick and kissed him softly, causing his eyes to open.

“Clean yourself up for me. When you come back, we’ll get even,” I said with a smirk.

Evan went to the bathroom to clean up, and I laid myself against the pile of soft pillows, closing my eyes to bask in the way it felt to be with him. He walked back into the room, determination in his eyes, and leaned over me from the side of the bed. He placed his hand on the side of my face and kissed me, growing in intensity until I was moaning again.

“Touch me, please,” I asked, pulling my mouth away. Evan smirked. He stepped into his underwear and motioned for me to move over, lying beside me. He turned to me, so I rolled on my side to face him as well. His hand landed on my waist, and he pulled me against his body to kiss me. I rested my hand on his face, leaning into the kiss with desperation, as his hand moved from my waist to the inside of my thigh. I instinctively parted my legs, lifting one up to give him access to my dripping wet pussy. His fingers darted to my clit, circling it slowly and building deep moans in my chest. When I let the first moan escape, he moved his mouth away from mine, kissing lightly down my neck. Everywhere he kissed, I felt a spark and titled my neck back a little more. Still circling my clit with his fingers, he began to circle my nipple with his tongue.

Before I could acclimate to the new source of pleasure, Evan’s fingers stopped circling my clit and began moving back and forth in search of my entrance. His tongue still dancing over my nipple, he inserted two fingers inside of me. I squealed out a moan at the penetration. My pussy was still a bit sore from being fucked – not only this morning, but the night before – but I liked the way it served as a reminder of all the pleasure of the past. Evan’s mouth became more insistent on my nipple, his fingers still working in and out of me slowly.

“Fuck, Evan, fuck me,” I begged.

“You like that?” he asked, moving his face back to mine and pressing our bodies closer together.

“Yes, fuck, you feel so good.” It felt even better thanks to how close our bodies were. His chest pressed to mine, his face inches away; the comfort and safety that the position exuded made it easier to let go and just feel. Going even farther, Evan used his semi-free hand to nudge my head into the crook of his neck and kissed the top of my head tenderly. I continued moaning, now muffled by his body. His fingers sped up inside of me, and the pleasure grew more intense, especially when his palm hit my clit while he thrust all the way inside. The pleasure was building, and I felt it about to hit the threshold of orgasm.

“Oh, Evan, I’m gonna cum, oh my God!”

My body tensed and relaxed at the same time in a paradox of pleasure, convulsing and moaning in a way I couldn’t control. The pleasure filled every nook and cranny of my brain, and Evan’s fingers weren’t stopping. Finally, my body settled and I began to pant, catching up on the air that I’d missed. He removed his fingers and pulled his chest back a bit so I could look up at him, kissing me sweetly. We both went to the bathroom to clean off the sweat and other wetness on our bodies, and I stared at him in the mirror as we did, still dazed and a bit weak in the knees. He somehow looked even more beautiful than he had while he was brushing his teeth.

Now cleaned up and satisfied, we got dressed. Evan put on a pair of khakis and a t-shirt, his yaşlı porno everyday uniform – he’d have to change into at least a polo for dinner. I threw on a long dress, still casual with a light fabric for the fall weather. It was a pale blue, loose below my waist but tight on my chest. I always felt pretty in it. While I was standing in front of the mirror doing my makeup, Evan walked up behind me and put his hands on my waist.

“You look beautiful,” he said into my ear. Tingles went down my back, and I think I shivered a bit under his touch.

“Thank you, sweetheart. So do you,” I answered, leaning against him a bit and continuing with my makeup. I loved the warmth of his body against mine, a constant reminder of our connection even as I went about mundane tasks.

“What do you want to do until Kaitlyn gets here?”

I thought for a moment before responding. We could lay in bed and fuck all day, but I wanted to save some energy for Kaitlyn. That also eliminated basically any plan that left us alone in the room for extended periods of time, because I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of him. Maybe we could stroll around a shopping area, or we could sightsee a bit. With the weather as nice as it was, I wanted to take advantage of the outdoors.

“Let’s be basic and go to Central Park! I love it there. If we get bored, we can find some shops to go to.”

He kissed my cheek. “Sounds like a plan, my love.”

After a decent continental breakfast, we headed to Central Park and walked around until lunch time. It was, as it had been every time we walked together in the past, magical to hold his hand and explore together with no destination. For lunch, we went to a cheap Italian place and laughed over a glass of white wine (I know, lunch is early to start drinking, but it was a vacation) and some sandwiches. The afternoon was spent dragging Evan behind me to a bunch of clothing stores where I talked myself out of all my purchases. Well, all my purchases except one – a black, backless dress. It was flowy and didn’t hug my curves, but it was elegant and fun, so I got it anyway. Besides, Evan seemed to like it when I stepped out of the dressing room, judging by the glint in his eyes and lack of verbal response.

Finally, it hit 5:00, so we took a taxi back to our hotel to get ready for Kaitlyn’s arrival. I poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle I’d brought with us. I didn’t want to be drunk before Kaitlyn got here – that would come afterwards – but I wanted to be a bit open. Evan doesn’t drink, but I had a way to calm his nerves too. Sipping on my wine and sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched as he stripped off his shirt, facing away from me and revealing the ripples of his shoulders and back. I felt myself start growing wet, thanks to the alcohol and the beautiful man in front of me. Evan turned his head over his shoulder to look at me.

“What shirt should I wear?” he asked me. “Polo or button-down?”

“Hmm,” I responded, seeing an opening. “Bring the button down over here.”

Evan looked a bit confused but did as I asked, walking up to me with a black button-down in his hand. I took one more sip of my wine and set the nearly-empty glass down on the bedside table. I took the shirt out of his hand and stood up, barely an inch from his chest. Before he could step back at all, I began to slide one of his sleeves onto his arm delicately, letting my fingers run across his bare skin as I did. Evan tensed under me and I felt his breathing quicken. Driving him crazy with horniness was sure to make the nerves irrelevant and help things run smoothly for him that night. Once that sleeve was pulled on, Evan’s eyes were beginning to close from the tenderness with which I was touching him. I barely touched my lips to his neck a couple of times, and he moaned absentmindedly. With very little help from Evan, I pulled on his other sleeve in much the same way. As I buttoned up his shirt slowly, skipping the first few to leave a sneak peek of his body, I kissed down his chest with each button. I was beginning to worry that Evan would fall asleep standing up, judging from the way he was melting under my touch, so I twisted us around and laid him on the bed.

I knelt over him, leaning my face into his until I could feel his irregular breathing on my lips. I kissed him softly and began, much more slowly than was necessary, to tuck his shirt into his pants. Occasionally, I would let the tips of my fingers brush over his dick through his underwear. He twitched underneath me, a kind of lazy hardness pressing on the fabric. Once he was practically liquid under me and his shirt was all tucked in, I kissed him once more on the lips, briefly sliding my tongue into his mouth, before I got up and broke his haze by telling him to keep getting ready.

His eyes fluttered open and he groaned in frustration before pushing himself up and off of the bed. I walked over to the mirror to start changing, and he squeezed my ass desperately as he walked up behind me.

“I want you so badly, I’ll bend you over right here and zenci porno fuck you.”

I turned to face him, but his hand didn’t leave my ass, and he then used that leverage to press his erection into my pelvis. I was undeniably turned on, but I knew the tension could be put to better use later, so I took a second to collect myself and responded.

“Baby,” I said, placing my hand on his chest and pushing to create a bit of space between us. “Save this desperation for Kaitlyn and I tonight. I want your everything. I want her to see your passion.”

He moaned and tilted his head back a bit just at the thought, agreeing to wait despite how much he was clearly struggling to restrain himself. I watched his eyes follow me as I stripped and changed into my dress and black tights for dinner. It was the kind of dress that a bra simply wouldn’t work with, and I was amazed that Evan kept his hands to himself when I let my bra drop to the floor before pulling the black fabric over my chest. As I did my makeup and he touched up his shaving, the tension became less intense, but it remained – precisely what I wanted.

A few minutes before 6:00, Kaitlyn texted me that she’d be at the restaurant in 30 minutes. I relayed the message to Evan and asked if he was ready to go. After a few light splashes of aftershave, he slipped on his shoes and met me at the door. I’d put on my only fun shoes, some black strappy heels that made me almost as tall as him. Looking at him all dressed up, and smelling the aftershave on him, made me worried that I’d sabotage my own plan by getting on my knees right then. Seeing the look in my eyes, and their laser focus on his crotch, Evan chuckled.

“You can suck my dick later, beautiful. Let’s get to dinner for now.” He opened the door and gestured for me to walk into the hallway ahead of him. I obliged and we walked to the front of the hotel to catch a taxi to the restaurant, which was admittedly not far, but my legs were tired and heels never quite agreed with me. On the drive over, my leg began to bounce up and down, and I wished I’d had another glass of wine. Evan, noticing my nerves, set his hand firmly on my upper thigh and squeezed to bring me back to the moment. I glanced over and smiled appreciatively.

When we arrived at the restaurant, it was only 6:20. The restaurant was nothing crazy, but slightly fancier than we’d usually go, as was the theme this weekend. It was very popular for its mixed drinks, and we’d made the reservation well in advance to make sure we got a chance to try it out. In the time before Kaitlyn’s taxi would arrive, Evan and I got us seated at our table for three. The table was in the back corner, dimly lit and away from the noise of both the kitchen and front door. I sat across from Evan, leaving the seat beside me for Kaitlyn. After a minute or two of idle commentary on the restaurant’s decor, and a lot of leg bouncing, I caught sight of Kaitlyn walking in the front door. As her eyes caught mine, I waved her over, attempting to look calm despite the rush of adrenaline surging through me.

Kaitlyn began to walk over to us quickly, and I stood up to hug her as she reached us. Our hug lasted several seconds, her toned arms squeezing my chest tightly. She smelled delicately floral, adding to the elegance conveyed by her knee-length, skin-tight black dress with a high neckline. Her body was on full display through the fabric, and I saw Evan working to hide his stare as much as I was. After Kaitlyn had her fill of hugging me, she walked to Evan to hug him in greeting as well. Evan was clearly a bit startled, standing up hurriedly to meet her. Their hug didn’t last nearly as long, but I could tell it added to the desperation I’d been encouraging in him tonight.

Kaitlyn returned to the seat beside me that I’d saved for her. The conversation began with urgent pleasantries, catching up on all the gossip we’d missed. I glanced over at Evan occasionally, worried he’d feel left out, but he seemed quite at ease just listening to our conversation. When the waitress came over, I ordered a specialty drink off the menu at random. I was not very adventurous in my day-to-day, but I was about to have sex with my best friend, so what was a little risk that the alcohol wouldn’t be to my taste? Dinner flew by, the time blurred by another few drinks. We ate good food and laughed incessantly. As the night began to dawn, I felt Kaitlyn’s hand touching my shoulder more and more often. In one laughing fit, I failed to fight the urge to rest my hand briefly on her upper thigh. I felt her tense under my touch, but in a second my hand was gone and we acted like nothing happened.

Evan bit his lip as he watched that, which I caught sight of out of the corner of my eye. Seeing our boldness and slight drunkenness made him bolder too. He began to make flirtatious comments, first to me, then to Kaitlyn. He reached his hand under the table to run his fingers over my thigh, making my panties wet almost instantly despite the relative chasteness of the touch. I excused myself to the bathroom, keeping my balance with a great deal of effort. Once there, I looked around to ensure I was alone, then continued my adventurous streak by lifting my dress to expose my breasts and panties. I took a picture in the mirror and sent it to Evan, knowing it would break any restraint left in his body.

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She laid in wait, straining to hear the front door open and his boots walking towards her bedroom. She did not know if he would come tonight, she had told him she needed space, yet she was hoping to feel his fingers slide gently down her anticipating skin. The fight had been short, but brutal. She hoped the pictures of her masturbating and the apology would bring him to her room tonight. She heard the key rattle in the door, his pause at the sight of her nighty on the floor and his boots turn to the left, her door creeping open and his sudden intake of air as he walked into her room.

Her ass was in the air pointed directly at the door, supported by her wedge pillow, with a collection of toys available to prod, poke and spank her with. The spreader bar wedged tightly between her ankles and her hands cuffed to the ties at the side of her bed. He noticed instantly that she had been there long enough to allow her wetness to drip onto the pillow and start to pool. She deserved this. He deserved this and he wasn’t wasting a moment.

He took his phone from his pocket and sent a simple text before setting it on the dresser. He removed his jacket and shirt at the same time dropping them on her floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, licking her first from clit to asshole before turning away to untie his shoes. She whispered something he did not hear as he stood to undo his belt and drop his pants. He stopped short with the belt and set it on the bed next to her calf, he might need that tonight.

After rummaging around in her bedside table, he found what he needed and crept up to where her smiling face was. First, he rolled the earplugs in his fingers before gently sliding them into her ears. Her eyes were wide with confusion and lust. Then he slid the blindfold gently over her soft green eyes closing them for the remainder of the evening. He gently laid his cock on her lips, and she opened her mouth wide, tongue flicking his head as he kept it just out of reach of her lips.

He heard the door open, and the soft patter of feet entering the front room. He was sick of her teasing him about his new toy and it was time they finally met in the flesh. He knew she would allow it but wanted to return the surprise that she started with her ass and pussy pointed at the door. He slid off the bed as her fingers reached for anything to grab. He made sure to take a moment to pull her ties just a little more secure before opening her bedroom door.

Tony walked in with his shirt already off and his fingers unbuttoning his pants. Phil could already see his cock was stiffening and reached over to stroke it as Tony let his pants fall to the floor. Tony admired the pussy and pucker in front of him porna while allowing Phil to bring him fully erect. Fuck he loved sex.

“She doesn’t know anyone else is coming in tonight,” Phil whispered to Tony. “She is also blindfolded, and ear plugged.”

“Is this her birthday offering,” Tony asked.

“Nope, this is her apology, you are my apology,” Phil said and slapped her on the ass. “We both have things to say sorry for and this is how we do it.”

Tony smiled, knowing just how good she was at apologizing. This was not the first time he had slept with her or Phil, just the first time he had been with both at the same time. He could tell Phil wanted to keep it a secret for as long as possible that they would be sharing her tonight so he offered to let Phil go first, but he motioned that it was Tony who should go first and sat down on the chair at the edge of the bed.

“I told you, you are my apology and surprise. I will watch gratefully, for a while,” Phil smiled and started teasing the head of his cock.

Tony nodded in answer and slid behind her, watching all the hairs on her body stand on end. He slid his hands onto her ass cheeks and started massaging, sliding ever so closer to her asshole as he went. Her pucker was pink and tight, and he had been inside it before, he knew she loved it and that Phil was hesitant to take her ass more than when she truly begged. He on the other hand had every intention of slamming into her tonight and making Phil watch him fill her with cum. He slid his thumbs one after the other, so lightly over her asshole. Noticing how she tried as hard as she could to make more contact, the ties he could see would not allow her to move. He bowed his face closer to her ass and blew gently on her pucker loving the way it tightened even more as he blew softly again. She was moaning loudly and begging for more, please give her more. He slipped just the tip of his tongue onto her slowly, lightly, barely touching her pucker, and gently moved it in circles increasing his presence ever so slightly with each circle. Never removing contact and listening to her beg louder and louder.

Fuck he loved to listen to her beg, but this was too much too early, and he didn’t want to wear her out this way. He reached for the gag ball that was in the pile of toys and handed it to Phil. He stood and Tony slid off the bed to not give away the secret this early. Phil teased her lips with the gag until she opened her mouth and allowed him to place it, all while smiling and begging for more. Well, begging until gagged and quieted down.

Phil stroked Tony a few times on the way back to his seat and Tony returned to her ass. Tongue tickling her hole as he mom porno slowly pulled her cheeks apart to gain even better access. He slowly and deliberately began to poke his tongue into her ass and watch as both her and Phil tensed in pleasure. He slid in a little farther each time, Phil stroked a little longer each time and both were moaning softly. Tony smiled at the glistening drips of precum on Tony’s cock head.

Tony motioned to Phil to slide closer, Tony anticipating that Phil wanted head started for his knees.

“Not yet, I need your assistance apologizing over here. Give me your hand and finger her while I tease her ass, stroke me with your other hand, and let go of that cock of yours. Let me taste that precum first,” he demanded at Phil who was eager to please them both. He wiped the precum gently on his index finger and fed it slowly to Tony, then slipped the same premoistened finger into her juicy pussy while Tony graciously lapped at her ass. God this apology was good.

She was bucking at the wedge as much as the ties and spreader bar would allow her and mumbling something at the boys. They both checked, she did not have her pinkies up which was her safe sign, so they both continued fingering and licking her ass. They knew she was close to cumming and stopped just strokes and licks before she could let go, both of them standing and backing away from her at the same time. Her whimpering had them both a little sad but not enough to give in just yet.

Phil, having not yet been touched by either of them was dying to release. He grabbed Tony’s hand from her ass and slid it onto his cock, stroking himself with Tony’s hand. Tony took over quickly and slid Phil’s hand onto his own cock tightening the grip just a little as they started to stroke each other. Phil slowly laid back on the bed with his head next to hers and motioned to Tony to suck him. Tony being so very obedient slid to his knees and started to lick Phil from the base of his cock to the tip of his head, ending with a swirl of his tongue and just the head of his cock in his mouth. Repeating this over and over while Phil tried to thrust for more. Tony knew Phil was on the edge and finally slid his entire cock into his mouth, swallowing his cock down his throat, grabbing, and pulling his ass to bury himself deeper. The moan that escaped from Phil’s mouth was music to his ears. He had him right where he wanted him and knew he could do anything he wanted. Right now, what he wanted was for her to listen to Phil cum. He reached up while Phil was in the grasp of pleasure and released one earplug from her ear.

She froze in motion and listened as Phil continued to moan begging someone olgun porno to swallow his cum, begging someone not to stop sucking his dick. She loved what she was hearing and the puddle of juices on the pillow grew even more.

Tony slid his right hand under Phil’s ass and began to finger it gently as he swallowed his dick whole. Phil loved a man sucking him off more than a woman but would never tell her that. Men were much better at deep throating, with a sucking power that he had yet to find in any woman. Tony also swallowed every drop every time and licked him clean for as long as Phil would allow. With the finger on his asshole and Tony moaning deeply while swallowing him, Phil knew he would not last long and gave up holding back, he thrust deep into Tony, then rubbed his ass hard on Tony’s finger, pushing it at least knuckle deep into his ass, while shooting his cum down his throat. As he came hard, he remembered her and reached over for a handful of tits to squeeze to round out the experience.

Tony slowly pulled off Phil’s dick as it softened in his mouth. He motioned for Phil to continue playing with her tits and stay on the bed. Tony slapped her hard on the ass and then ask her to nod if she wanted more. She nodded and Phil’s eyes grew wide as he realized she could hear what was going on. Tony’s smile grew wider, and he spanked her harder. Spank. A soft rub across her ass. Spank. Another soft rub. Spank and the tip of his head was touching her asshole. Spank and he applied just a bit of pressure. Spank and he applied a lot more lube. Spank and his head breached her hole. Spank and he slid into his favorite place. Spank and he slid in a little further.

He loved her ass. She was extremely new to ass play and had just started taking his cock without tears. Damn, she was tight on him and when she pushed back when he paused every couple of strokes, he knew she was finally enjoying it. Spank and he sped up. Spank and he slowed to barely moving. Spank and she was trying to stroke him. Spank and he sped up again. Bottoming out for the first time brought him to almost cum. Bottoming out and feeling her shiver in pleasure brought him even closer. Bottoming out the third time and listening to her cum from her asshole being pounded and tits being sucked made him fill her with cum. Shuddering every drop into her ass.

Phil was up and off the bed as soon as he realized Tony had cum in her. He knelt behind him and moved his head into position to lick every drop of his cum as it dripped onto her pussy. He did not get the chance often to have cum in his mouth and he was not about to give this one up. Tony slowly pulled his softening cock from her ass and cleaned off with a towel while watching Phil clean up his mess expertly. They were nowhere near done yet tonight, but he knew he needed to release her and switch up the position for a bit. He had another ass he wanted in tonight and he would need her help with that.

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This is a story about life, love, and a cheating wife. Not the most far-fetched idea, but it was worlds away from how we started. This is our story.

Cheating, Lying, and Revenge

Part One

Trying to help my wife, a friend gets involved to help

My name is James Addison, and my wife is Julia Addison. We have been married for fifteen years since she graduated from college. She was twenty-three with a master’s in public relations, which got her a good job at a consulting agency. When we married, she was the girl everybody wanted to catch as a wife, but I won her. I owned a small but profitable construction firm at the time, more than enough to support us in a comfortable manner, and she started as lowly assistant to the Vice president and President of public relations department at a Rowe Consulting Agency at a modest salary.

That was fifteen years ago, and everything changes as time goes on. Now instead of construction, I own a contracting firm that does very well, and she is now the Vice President of that same department, with rumors of moving up to President.

I’m not the strapping young man I once was when I worked in construction every day, I am now forty years old, six foot tall, one hundred and eighty-five pounds, my thick brown hair is thinning and my hairline is receding a bit, my blue eyes still shine bright and have always been my most attractive quality.

Julia is now thirty-eight, five foot nine inches tall, one hundred and twenty-two pounds, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, Gorgeous C-Cup breasts, legs to die for that meet at the tightest looking late thirties ass you have ever seen.

We found out five years into our marriage that Julia could not have children due to uterine cancer, so she had a hysterectomy as part of her treatment. We called it taking out the plumbing and putting in a play pen, and I thought we were very happy. We have an active sex life for being married fifteen years and play sex games to keep up the spice in our marriage.

As it turned out, Julia had not gotten a promotion until after her bout with cancer, which made sense as she missed a lot of work due to being sick and her chemo. Since then, she has been promoted over five other assistants and was promoted to VP when John Morgan was promoted to another department five years ago. That makes six promotions in ten years, not bad for a woman under forty, but she was always smart, and I contributed her success to her intellect. Her new position for the past five years required her to travel for three to five days every two months, which wasn’t bad really, it only meant she would be gone Monday to Friday every eight weeks. We normally didn’t see that much of each other during the week anyhow.

It wasn’t until my friend in construction, Mark Connor, got a call from Julia’s firm offering consulting opportunities on local government projects that things started to get strange. Julia wasn’t aware we knew each other, and he wasn’t aware she worked for that firm. A low-level assistant had cold called his office and he decided to check out her company for his own knowledge, and then a chance lunch between he and I started my query’s.

(Mark): “You won’t believe the call I got the other week.”

(Me): “Tell me what about it.”

(Mark): “A company here in the city cold called me about representing my company in bids for local Government projects.”

(Me): “I could do a few of them, if it pans out, you’ll have to send me contact info.”

(Mark): “Wait, it gets better. I did some research and made some calls, and it turns out they have a remarkable success rate, And one of the hire ups whores herself out to potential clients.”

(Me): “That sounds like a rumor mill is working overtime to me.”

(Mark): “I didn’t investigate it any further than company status and a few phone calls to people I know, but that’s the word in the street, and it’s been going on for over a decade.”

(Me): “If that’s true, there could be a major scandal down at city hall, beings it’s their contract bids that are porno being used or abused. Send me that company info, I want to check into this.”

(Mark): “I have it all back at the office, I’ll text it to you when I get back to my desk.”

The rest of our lunch went as normal taking business, employees, and shop business like that. It wasn’t until later that day that things got weird for me. He texted me the contact information of Patricia and the firm name as Rowe Consulting Agency. From everything Julia had told me about her work, I knew any cold call contacts would be made by those lowly assistants, but who would the higher up person be.

I thought about it most of the afternoon and decided not to say anything to Julia as I didn’t want to start problems for her at work if this was just a mean rumor. Hearing about this rumor would spark an internal investigation and add unnecessary work put upon her. So, I chose to check it out myself to see if there was any truth to this whole thing. So, I started with the courthouse, and had my secretary find out who oversaw bids on local contracts. It was a man named William Easton, and supposedly he had a lot of influence over who got them and who didn’t. So, he was the guy to check out, and I knew just who to go to for that service.

I was doing an addition on the home of our city’s premier criminal/Successful businessman Geoffrey Martin. I call him a criminal because at fourteen years old he sparked fear into the minds of ant company that polluted the environment by hacking into their computers, cell phones, and any electronic device. He was never convicted but everyone knew he was the one due to his unbelievable knowledge about closely guarded company secrets. He now owned a very profitable internet security company, selling systems to protect company computer files and making cell phones almost totally secure. I was going to see him the next day, and if anyone knew about secrets around our city, he would.

Later at home Julia and I had a quiet night, a good dinner and some small talk which included that her Bi-Monthly trip would be coming up in two weeks in Dayton Ohio. It seemed perfectly normal like she has told me numerous times before, so I thought nothing of it. We went to bed and had a wonderful sexual interlude between us, it seemed the older Julia got, the more sexual energy she had, and I wasn’t going to complain about that.

The next day I met with Geoffrey about his addition and the progress we were making when I asked him.

(Me): “Geoff, I have a strange question for you, and I hope you don’t mind me asking, but you’re the guy who knows things nobody else knows?”

(Geoff): “Sure, if I can help, I am certainly willing to do so for you.”

(Me): “Well I heard a stupid rumor and I want to put an end to it. I heard that Government contracts are being handed out by our city comptroller Bill Easton based on a certain company providing sex to the principal people involved?”

(Geoff): “I heard that a while back but didn’t dig into it as it didn’t really come to me as news.”

(Me): “What do you mean Not news?”

(Me): “I heard that years ago, so when it came up again, I just figured the rumor made it rounds and got back to me a second time.”

(Me): “So you think it is a rumor and a rumor only?”

(Geoff): “Most of what I found out as fact started as rumors, so I don’t really know for sure.”

(Me): “Is there any way you can find out one way or the other?”

(Geoff): “What is your interest in this James?”

(Me): “I have bid in contracts and lost each one and I would like to know if the playing field is level or not.”

(Geoff): “Sometimes with government, you’re better off just going ahead with your business rather than to dig into what’s going on.”

(Me): “This I would really like to know about if at all possible.”

(Geoff): “Well, I can certainly check into it and make a few calls if that will help you.”

(Me): “Yes, that would be fantastic.”

(Geoff): “Then I will do just that. Now onto türkçe altyazılı porno my addition.”

We spoke about the project underway that I was doing. This addition was more then a room or two, he had specific needs, specific computer needs so the wiring had to be there as I built it. I knew better than to ask about that part, he wasn’t paying me well to ask what he didn’t offer up and I was good with that.

Two days later I received an envelope in the mail with a thumb drive and a typed outline of a chronological history of when my wife’s company came up in stories about contracts and sex being used to close deals in local projects. It had a cover page with a simple warning on it.

“Be careful with this information. Once this is brought to light, it can’t be out back in the dark. Very influential people may be involved, and it may be better not to open this can of worms, especially for those who need business licenses and local public contracts.”.

I looked at the thumb drive on my laptop and it clearly showed a woman giving oral sex as well as engaging in vaginal and anal sex with Men who I knew held public contracts in the area, but the woman’s identity was blurred out and not much of her body shows, except for the important parts being used, others were obscured as well. But all I could make out was a woman’s partial body and the Men I knew of, no company name or trail of breadcrumbs to follow. The next day at his house, I asked Geoff about it, and he denied sending me anything. Now I was confused, if he didn’t send it, who did?

I kept going back to those pictures over the next few days and by chance I saw a man in the back corner of one picture that wasn’t a contractor or builder. I enlarged the photo and sitting there in a hotel room chair, naked and his cock sticking straight up as he stroked it, was Comptroller Bill Easton watching the mystery woman fuck the guy in the bed. Now I knew the rumors were true, but how do I saddle my wife with this. If these are important people, and she started an investigation as I knew she would, she might end up losing her job over this. I personally knew one of the Men in the picture, Frank Miller, he was married and had three children, and even thought about threatening to tell his wife to get him to spill the beans about it, but I just put that part down in my notes in my laptop in a private secure file and would return to it later to rethink that strategy.

The next morning, I received a call from my friend Geoff whose addition I was building, and he asked me to stop by that morning. A good rich powerful customer asks you to stop by you stop by. When I got to his house his maid showed me to his private office, where she told me he would be with me shortly. I was amazed by the technology assembled in this room, not only security camera feeds of the property, but screens with financial news and things I couldn’t decipher at all. It seemed everything in the room was electronic and operated by his control as there were no buttons one anything. When he entered, he greeted me as normal, then asked me to sit to talk.

(Geoff): “I need to talk to you privately. Do you mind if I secure the room for this conversation?”

(Me): “No, if you think that is best than I’m OK with it.”

He did a little work on his phone, and I heard the doors lock, the windows became opaque, and my phone made a sound I didn’t recognize. It was telling me my phone was offline and had lost its signal.

(Me): “What’s so important that we need this type of security?”

(Geoff): “I have something of utmost importance to discuss with you, but it is just as important you hear me out and not leave to do something else.”

(Me): “Why would I leave before we are done?”

(Geoff): “It’s about the company your wife Julia works for, and I didn’t want you upset and leaving to report this news to her at work.”

(Me): “OK Geoff, I’m here so tell me what you have to say.”

(Geoff): “It turns out the rumors you heard altyazılı porno are true. The company is using sex to secure contracts for consulting and getting public contracts for its customers.”

(Me): “Are you absolutely sure Geoff? I would hate to report this to Julia if there is any doubt it may be incorrect.”

(Geoff): “Yes I am sure, and I have the proof.”

(Me): “Well then tell me and show me.”

(Geoff): “If after I explain some things to you, you still want to go forward with this, then I will tell you what I know. But going to your friend in construction and blackmailing him with telling his wife about his activities is not the way to go.”

(Me): “I was just thinking about that…Wait, how do you know about that? It was only in my mind and in a secure file on my laptop?”

(Geoff): “Not so secure I would say, wouldn’t you?”

(Me): “But how, I mean I didn’t email anything to you?”

(Geoff): “Does it really matter; you know I can hack just about anything I want?”

(Me): “No, I guess not, but now I want you to teach me better security.”

(Geoff): “Security, how about practices? Don’t ever plug in a thumb drive someone sends to you.”

(Me): “So you did send that envelope to me?”

(Geoff): “I had someone else send it, so I didn’t have to tell you a deliberate lie but yes, I was behind it because you asked me.”

(Me): “Why hide your identity when I came to you?”

(Geoff): “I was hoping you would give up on this quest and leave sleeping dogs lie, then it would have been a mute matter. I’m hoping the same thing here right now.”

(Me): “Why do you want me to not find out?”

(Geoff): “Many people are going to get hurt by this and believe me when I tell you there is enough pain to go around. But if you continue, I’m not going to let you do it alone.”

(Me): “What’s going on here? Why are we doing all this cloak and dagger stuff?”

(Geoff): “Are you going to take my advice and leave this be?”

(Me): “Hell no, now I want to know more than ever.”

(Geoff): “If you want my help, we do this my way and my way only.”

(Me): “OK, what is first?”

(Geoff): “Go outside, take a picture of the construction you’re doing here, and come back.”

He picked up his phone, did a few things on it, the doors unlocked, and my cell made connection again. I did as he said and took a picture of my work and came back to his office. Then his phone and the doors locked again, and my cell went offline. He told me to give him my phone and I did, he plugged a cord into the bottom from his laptop, did a few things I didn’t understand and handed it back to me. He then did something in his phone.

(Geoff): “Send that picture you took to your wife and tell her I gave you more work to do. She should show her happiness for your good fortune, wouldn’t she?”

(Me): “Yes, she’s always happy for me when I get important or big jobs.”

(Geoff): “Good, then send it now. Does she normally reply quickly to your texts?”

(Me): “Yes, she is attentive to her phone and gets on messages quickly.”

(Geoff): “Great, just let me know when she responds.”

“As we waited, he stopped looking at his phone and turned to his desk computer, which was bigger and more complexed than anything I ever heard of, and he just kept hitting keys. Then he turned to me and told me she looked at the pic.”

(Me): “Wait, did you just hack my wife’s phone?”

(Geoff): “No you did, I just gave you the worm.”

(Me): “Why, I don’t understand why we did this?”

(Geoff): “First we need to know if anyone in the company knows about this and has started an investigation. Your wife being high up jn customer relations would have been included in those conversations. Now I can look at her work email and texts to find out. Don’t worry, I’m not looking at anything you might object to.”

Just then my phone got a message back from her.

“That’s great honey, keep up the good work.”

(Me): “She just answered me.”

(Geoff): “Yes, I’m reading it now. Give me some time to look through this and come back tomorrow morning. I should have all your answers then.”

We parted ways and we both went to our tasks for the day. At least I was going to know what was going in inside her company, then I could tell her if she didn’t know about it.

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“Selective Treasures,” I read out-loud as I looked at the sign. “What an unusual name for a thrift store.”

“It might be worth looking in,” my wife Amy helpfully suggested as we hovered undecided outside. The two of us had decided to venture out for the day and had happened across a very small village of twenty, maybe thirty cottages in pretty much the middle of nowhere called Lakeview Solace. It had a post-office, a cute little pub, a very old-looking bank, a school, a corner shop and this unusual oddity.

We wandered over to the window and stared inside and our curiosity grew even further due to the oddities on display. There was an ancient globe but all the place names were from colonisation times, a golly was looking out on another shelf, a video box-set of the seventies comedy “Mind your Language” and a three foot, slender, wooden carving of a tribal warrior all increased the sense of otherworldliness.

“Weird display to entice people,” I observed as both of us gazed at the display, but, I had to admit I found the African tribal figure intriguing, and I could see Amy was drawn to the golly.

“There might be something fun inside. Besides we could do to find something for the dinner party,” Amy replied, and she was right. We were hosting two other married couples in a week’s time at our house and it had become tradition for the host to bring something unusual each time to make things more interesting, due to Elias’ habit (much to his wife’s disdain) of purchasing items that soured the mood. One time he’d brought a spicy chilli chocolate that no-one could eat and another time a sauce that ruined the meal and left everyone hungry. From this the tradition was born for hosts to provide the interesting tidbit, prop or souvenir and now it was our responsibility.

In the store were stuffed birds, old mirrors, darkly varnished furniture that seemed weirdly foreboding, a monkey’s paw, cutlery sets that appeared to be wedding gifts (unwanted), actual Humpty from the TV show Play School and a selection of very old Games, including earlier versions of Ker-Plunk, Crossfire, Tank Battle, Tin Can Alley and a wooden box on top of all of them that was covered in dust, even though everything else around it seemed relatively tidy and clean. I picked up the box and brushed away the dust so I could see what the cover looked like.

“HORNMANJI: A game for adventurous couples. 2-6 couples,” my wife read the cover over my shoulder. “What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know. Do you think we’re adventurous?” I asked her, just about to pop it back on top of the other games.

“Very much so,” Amy replied with a serious expression. “Do you not remember last month when we went to BINGO on a whim?”

I thought back to that night. Boy, were we such wild and crazy kids back then in the yesteryear that was last month?

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I replied as I remember how fun and daring we were. “I won FIVE pounds that night as well”.

“Yeah, but it cost us six pound per person entrance fee,” Amy pointed out, creating a little bit of a sour note, but this was only a game. I doubted there’d be any price to pay here. I went to the counter where an older gentleman with silver hair, a dark grey three-piece suit and a crooked smile tilled it up for me on an old-timey cash register.

“Nine pounds ninety nine, please?” the somewhat sinister shop owner stated.

“Do you take Apple Pay?” I asked. The man looked at me like I had just taken a dump in the middle of his store, before he reached down and brought out a scanner. I placed my phone near it and the device gave its merry BIP, before I put it back in my jacket and picked up my prize.

“Have fun,” the shopkeeper advised, although for some reason it felt his words were more like an order and a little like a warning.

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I stared at the myriad of vegetables before me, shallots, spring onions, pak choi, mushroom, tomatoes, peppers, chilli peppers, potatoes and garlic and realised I was in for a Hell of a lot of chopping. My wife Amy was upstairs beginning the three hours of preparatory work of getting ready whereas I would need only forty minutes at most, such was the disparity between the different sexes’ standards of beauty. As a married man I knew better than to ask about the differences.

“Okay, veggies. Let’s not make this any more painful than it needs to be,” I advised my multi-coloured collection of edible plants. I grabbed a large spud that I was about to chop into cubes and odd end bits and brought my knife in for four quick chops to split it into five levels.

Chop!

Chop!

CHONG!

I looked about me as the last chop sounded like a cross between a drum and a thunder-clap. I was no longer in the kitchen but in an outdoor setting. In front of me was a fire, I looked about my person and my clothing had gone save a cloth around my waist. On my right was someone I knew in similar garb, my friend Elias, his belly protruding porna above his cloth with it under the material like an old man’s pants. To my left was another friend Will in identical get-up looking skinnier than me with war paint or something else smeared across his torso. I stared out past the flames and I could make out a number of women, half-naked to the waist, with the one across from me being my wife Amy.

Chop!

I stared down at the chopping board and I was right back in the kitchen. The darkness of the tribal gathering replaced by fading afternoon light. My first worry was that I’d accidentally chopped my own fingers off but this was not the case. I had to swing my head around the room to make sure I was definitely back home in my own kitchen. I marched to the hallway and shouted up to Amy.

“Hey! Everything okay?”

“Uh-huh!” Amy yelled down over the sound of her hairdryer. I raised my eyebrows dismissively of my bizarre vision. I picked up a layer of potato and began to chop this into four.

Chop!

Chop!

CHONG!

There was no mistaking it this time. I was back around the tribal fire, staring out at my topless wife. I licked my lips as my eyes roved over her body, hips wide, a tiny waist and a chest you could play bongos on, not that I ever did. On Amy’s frame this all looked in superb proportion and my body couldn’t help but respond to the sight before me, however I then noticed movement either side of her, more topless female flesh.

Chop!

“Mother-fucker!” I whispered beneath my breath. I didn’t know what was occurring but every third best of my knife it echoed out like a drum-beat and the fourth stroke would bring me back. This time I needed no convincing to keep chopping, but I figured it made sense to do it a lot slower. I grabbed another layer of potato but slowed down the slicing.

Chop! One…two…three.

Chop! One…two…three.

CHONG!

This time I adjusted far quicker to the environment, noting my wife’s relevant position in front of me, but now I could concentrate on the other topless figures either side of her. On one side was another woman I recognised straight away, it was Elias’ wife Emma, standing slightly smaller than my wife. Emma had slightly larger proportions and so seemed to have an almost dumpy shape, her long blonde wavy hair in stark contrast to Amy’s red hair, she possessed the same wanton look as Amy too, a brazen stare as though she was deliberately on display and very much enjoying it, gazing at us under her brows like she was assessing us as much as we were her. I then moved my eyes to my wife’s left and saw another woman I recognised…it was my friend’s wife, Wendy. She was taller than Amy and Emma with straight black hair and more slender than both women, stood with her shoulders back, her eyes filled with the same intoxicating lust that we all seemed to be consumed by. I took a step nearer the fire and…

Chop!

“Oh man,” I muttered into the air. I was starting to become extremely aroused by these flourishes in another land and another time. I found my breath coming in shorter bursts as the scenario played out with increasing intensity. I took another layer of spuds and began the process again.

Chop! One…two…three…four.

Chop! One…two…three…four.

CHONG!

I took a further step towards the fire, expecting my wife to do the same, but it wasn’t Amy that moved forwards, it was Emma, the two of us seeming like we were being pulled towards each other through some unknowing force. I glanced either side of Emma as we moved towards each other and could see three more women on either side of the three I already knew, but my eyes right now were drawn to Emma’s shapely form heading towards me, my loin cloth tenting in response to her buxom body, my eyes coveting her delicious form, my body responding even more as her hands touched my chest, her breasts just beneath her hands pressing against my body, their warmth setting ablaze deep inside me, till I sensed movement around me and…

Chop!

“Son-of-a-bitch,” I mumbled as yet another potato level got chopped. I grabbed another spud urgently and placed it on the chopping board.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five.

CHONG!

I turned to face the movement as Emma rubbed her body against mine, it was Will on my left walking around the fire and embracing my wife Amy, her arms flung around his narrow shoulders as she squeezed her body up against his lean torso, their lips pressing together instantly as the two of them gyrated their hips against each other, dry-humping frantically. I returned my attention back to the delightful blonde rubbing against herself against me, Elias’ wife Emma.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing at a tribal gathering like this?” I asked as our faces came ever closer.

“Waiting for you,” Emma replied before her mouth met mine, her tongue gently pushing forward her hands sliding up my pecs and moving around altyazılı porn my neck, her hips grinding against my length as we moved against each other, my hands quick to her backside forcing her hips against my tool, my own tongue surging outward to mash against hers. For a moment I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Elias with his head at Wendy’s tit, his lips around the nipple as he sucked hungrily on the end, Wendy with her head back and all clothes off, her hand reaching out and tugging on his rod as he also stood minus any garments. I moved my eyes to try and spot my wife and the others with us but…

Chop!

“You gotta be kidding me,” I breathed as I stared at the chopped-chip shapes. I grabbed another plane of potato and counted out again.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six.

CHONG!

I tilted my head so I could peak on my left more and there was my wife on her knees, naked all the way down, bobbing her head along Will’s prick, providing him with a long wet blow-job as he stood defiantly, hands on hips, eyes closed savouring Amy’s mouth as slavered all over his tool with a strange bend to the side. For a moment I felt my heart burst with a jealous pain till I felt Emma slide out of her remaining clothes and tug around my waist to remove my loin cloth, leaving all of us naked around the fire in this hot night air.

“Do you want something to eat?” Emma whispered in my ear as she ground against me.

“Very much so,” I replied as I dug my fingers into her fleshy glutes, as I enjoyed the feel of her ass in my hands. Emma then eased the two of us down and pushed me onto my back. I licked my lips in anticipation of her fleshy clam being lowered onto my mouth and my eyes being able to absorb the delicious sight of Emma’s under-boob but as she moved her pussy over my face she spun around and led the opposite way on my body, instantly wrapping her hand around my girth.

“Hi-yi-yi did not expect that,” I commented before moving my mouth forward and sliding my tongue between her slender lips, her tangy flavour sending my tastebuds to their happy place as I felt her mouth move over the crown of my cock and…

Chop!

“Oh-ho-ho-ho, you cheeky…” I began before switching the spuds around to chop them the other way.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six…seven.

Chop! One…two…three…four…five…six…seven.

CHONG!

Emma’s mouth slid down the length of my pole, taking half of my into her oral instrument, sucking yearningly on my fleshy log whilst he hand yanked at me further down as my tongue flicked at her nub, then along her fleshy crevice as I held her in place with my hands gripping her cheeks. I heard a guttural moan from my left and saw figures on the ground, moving against each in the distance but next to me on me right was Elias and Wendy, Will’s wife on all fours as Elias began to move behind her, thrusting himself into Wendy as she rested willingly on all fours, licking her lips at Elias’ efforts. I continued to lap at Emma’s tasty quim as she slurped away at my rod.

I turned to my right and there was Will on top of Amy, her legs up in the air as Will’s lean torso powered into my wife, Amy moaning and sighing in agreement as Will slid his skinny pole inside her. I could feel my cock thicken as Emma wrapped her lips around my end, her head moving enthusiastically up and down my length as Amy sneered encouragement at Will, the two of them locked together in furious fucking as they began to build up speed, their bodies illuminated by the cascading orange flames of the fire as they whispered to each other inaudibly over the crackling of the flames, the only sound that could be heard being the sound of the sighs and moans of lust and longing.

I could feel my own balls tighten as she slurpily worshipped my girth, her hand moving up and down me as my tongue slipped between her fleshy flaps, delightedly exploring her folds and the delicious juices found within, her funky taste tripping my senses. I could hear the sounds of the others around us including Amy as Will fucked her, her moans of encouragement being distinctly audible as I closed my eyes to focus on the woman astride me now as she sped up her efforts her mouth sucking on the end of my tool as the cum made its way to the end till I could take no more and…

Chop!

“Holy Christmas!” I whispered, instantly grabbing a level of spud to chop.

Chop!

Chop!

Chop!

Chop!

Nothing. Whatever magic was in the air, me reaching my finish had ended the journey. I checked myself and found I was still hard, the orgasm I’d experienced in the other realm had only occurred there thankfully. I rubbed the back of my neck in mild frustration, popped my earphones in and tried to find a documentary to take my mind off my strange out-of-body experience, wondering if it was only me who who went through that.

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“Art, do your hair. They’ll be here any second,” my wife chastised me, gently. If she was really angry she would have used Arthur…Art meant I was still just about in the good books. I headed to the bathroom and straightened out my unruly hair. It did get somewhat wild after a shower or a snooze and needed regular taming. It was starting to turn grey as my forties had continued, but I embraced it, unlike my wife who dyed her red hair in order to mask any diminishing returns in terms of her natural hair-colour.

Personally I wouldn’t care if she was grey but women did tend to want to continue the illusion of never-dimming hair colour until well into their sixties and I was sure my missus would be no exception.

The doorbell went and the two us headed down there to greet our first guests of the evening. Standing there looking as boring as ever was Elias and his wife Emma. Elias was around my height of five feet ten, slightly paunchier, somewhat more receding and no matter how often he shaved seemed to be beset by permanent five-o-clock shadow.

Emma by comparison was a ray of sunshine. At five foot two, she was shorter than my wife (at five four) but her shape was more fulsome, topped off by wavy blonde hair that billowed down past her shoulders. Emma would always feel somewhat embarrassed by Elias’ quirky ways and I often wondered why she put up with him.

“Welcome,” I said as I moved aside to let them both in. Elias bustled in, giving me a grunt before moving over to my missus for a customary welcome kiss (I always wondered if that kiss held for too long) before Emma moved over to me for her customary welcome hug, her arms slipping around my neck as she pressed herself against me.

“Oh, we haven’t seen you guys for so long,” Emma sighed into my ear as she held on tight.

“You are ALWAYS welcome,” I replied as I squeezed her close to me, her boobs larger than my wife were were squishing against my chest delightfully and part of me wanted to move my hand down to Emma’s slightly larger backside and grab a piece. I could feel her hips pressing firmly against me as we clung to each other for far too long before letting go to a stern look from my wife Amy. “Who fancies a drink?”

“I’ll have a Fosters, Emma probably fancies a wine. A wine dear?” Elias asked after assuming for his missus.

“You could live a little and have something different for a change,” I suggested.

“Why would Emma want something different?” Elias asked affronted. I smiled as I picked up his Fosters and spun around quickly to hand it to him.

“Emma? I was talking about you,” I joked. The two women chuckled at Elias expense and he begrudgingly smiled at my jape at his expense. I was just about to introduce the centrepiece of tonight’s dinner party when the Ring doorbell went again and both Amy and I walked over to let our guests in, opening the door to reveal other couple friends, Will and Wendy.

“Hello, hello, hello. Good evening, sir,” Will bantered as he came in for a hug, being a lot less stuffy than Elias, before moving onto a hug from Amy with Wendy, a more slender brunette who always seemed somewhat standoffish compared to Will, moved over from a hug from me. I moved my arms around her awkwardly except tonight she pulled her arms right around me, emboldening me to do the same.

“Thank you both for coming,” I whispered in Wendy’s ear.

“Not a problem. Always fun seeing you guys,” Wendy responded as she held me close to her lithe torso, her hips pressing firmly against my waist and as we stayed in that position I noticed something that I thought was my heart beating loudly in my chest…but it wasn’t…instead it was the sound of drums, beating out a steady rhythm over and over and over again, pulsing as I held onto Wendy, who was only a couple of inches shorter than me.

I opened my eyes wide as I felt myself starting reacting in response to her body being so closer to mine. I pulled away expecting Will and my wife to clock me a dirty look but as I checked them they were still locked in their hug, only separating after Wendy gave a loud “AHEM” cough to make them aware just how locked together they’d been.

“Sorry about that…I…don’t know what came over me,” Will replied quite flustered after hugging my Red-haired firm-bodied missus who plumped up her hair after their embrace. It felt like there was some sort of otherworldly force pushing and pulling us tonight. As I sniffed the air I surmised it must be the beef in black bean sauce we’d been preparing that was riling us all up.

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“So, what interesting tidbit have you guys picked up?” Elias asked, leaning back confidently, feeling secure that whatever we had must be as bad as the mystery jelly beans that Will and Wendy bought that were largely lime. It was a most disappointing night.

“Something I guarantee none of us will have seen before,” I said as I left to get the game from the kitchen. I could hear them talking in the front room and my wife batting them away from guessing what it was. I held the wooden box out in front of me and laid it on the table for everyone to see. Elias was the first to speak after a brief inspection.

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“what is this ritual crap we have to go to?” Alissa asked as we strolled down the hall through the main part of the building.

“No idea,” I replied.

“I hope it’s not some kind of bore fest. I’ve been itching to get back into the training room with the professor.”

“I heard you can compel a human quite well now,” I said.

“Oh yes. Yesterday I basically touched a guy on the leg and his cock went rock solid.”

“Yea, I’ve been practicing as well, at uni. One guy had to run off to the toilet after I smiled at him. He probably went to jerk off in the toilet.”

Alissa laughed. “Yea, I gave my psychology professor a stonking hard-on during his lecture. He didn’t know what to do and spent the whole hour sat at his desk.”

“That’s hilarious,” I giggled.

“Although, I got a little horny after everyone had left. I let him fuck me for a while over his desk,” Alissa grinned.

“Shit. Did you lock the door?”

“No, I forgot. Anyone could have walked in. God I was squealing so loud as well I thought someone must have heard us,” she said. “Professor Graham was such a good fuck, and he tasted amazing. Like whisky and coke!”

“Hmm,” I replied. “Maybe I’ll have to give him a try. What would you have done if someone walked in?”

“I have no idea. Maybe compelled them to join in. Double penetration!” Alissa laughed again as we reached the door to the ritual room.

“Ready?” I said looking at Alissa.

“Let’s do this,” she said and pushed the door open.

Inside Ana stood in the center of the room lit by candles in a circle. She was wearing nothing but high heels and a silk red thong that hugged her gorgeous figure. She looked up at us with green eyes as we drew closer.

“Welcome my children,” she said and gestured around the room. “I welcome you all to the ritual we are about to perform.”

It was at that point I noticed ten or fifteen other women all standing around the outside of the room. All of them were gorgeous of course, succubi were born to entice the flesh of men, or women if they choose. Each woman was stood in high heels, and thongs, and all bore perfectly shaped breasts and curved, toned figures that any man would be grateful to be inside. Just looking at the gorgeous women in the room got me a little horny as I felt a twinge of desire pulse in my pussy. Alissa shot me a look and I could tell she was thinking exactly the same thing.

“What is this ritual?” Alissa blurted out.

“Stand with the others,” Ana gestured to the outside of the room.

We stepped over and took our place next to the gorgeous women. Now I understood why she asked us to wear just a thong and high heels.

“Bring in the offerings,” Ana said.

A door swung open on the far side of the room with a creak. In came fourteen men, all bound at the wrists and gagged. They were naked and sweating and luckily all of them were a feast for the eyes with rippling hard muscles and rugged features.

“Now my dears, the youngest of us shall pick first,” Ana pointed at the two of porno video us and beckoned us forwards.

“Pick?” I said sounding confused.

“Choose your feast my dear,” she said. “whichever man from these you desire shall be yours to do with as you will. The other succubi will choose there meal after you have made your decision.”

“Oh yes,” Alisa purred and instantly walked over to a tall, blonde haired and blue eyed man that smiled a little as she ran a hand down his chest. “I choose this one.”

“A fine choice Alisa. Now, April?”

I looked over the group of men. Some were short others tall but they all had bodies to die for and good looking features. I wanted to choose the best looking man, but my instincts for some reason drew me across the room to a ginger guy who looked about my age. I clicked my heels over to him and smiled up into his eyes.

“Well chosen Alisa. Now succubi, make your choice.”

The other women in the room silently moved to their own feasts and stood beside them. Some of them growled in anticipation others gripped a hand around their limp cocks, instantly making them hard as rocks.

“Are you not getting one ana?” I asked.

“Not tonight. I am here to observe. I may join one or two of you if I feel inclined to do so!”

“May we begin?” A red haired girl asked with a hungry look in her eyes.

“In a second Crystalline,” Ana smiled at her. “Now, for the new succubi amount us. The Ritual is something we perform when we need to. It revitalises our bodies, replenishes our life force, and since each of the men in front of you are criminals, it’s safe to assume the world would be a better place without them.”

“Yes,” the girls around us all said at once.

“We will rid the world of the burden they pose to society and in the process, feed our desire to fuck!” Ana said. “Now succubi, you may begin your feast, and you will not stop until the life force in these men are spent. Is that agreed?”

“Yes,” all the girls repeated at once.

“Now, my daughter’s. Fuck them hard, and fuck them good!”

The room was instantly filled with a crescendo of fourteen women all groaning at once. I watched as each girl, with expert skill gripped their man’s cock in their hands and instantly turned it rock hard and throbbing. Half of the girls got on their knees and started sucking the men’s shafts in long, loud slurping strokes. A few girls pushed the men to the floor, and planted their pussies on the men’s faces with long groans. Ana just stood at the front pacing up and down watching the fourteen women start to fuck the men in front of them.

I looked up at the tall man stood in front of me.

“What’s your name?” I asked quietly.

“Laurence,” he replied with a gasp.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Your shivering?”

The man shook his head. “Nothing is wrong, I just, don’t know. Looking at your body, I just want to be inside you!”

“Oh, yessss,” I hissed. “How about we skip the foreplay?”

The man nodded.

“How about you just xnxx put that,” I reached down and stroked the side of his shaft without taking my eyes off his. “Hard cock deep inside my cunt?”

The man nodded again.

“Lay down,” I commanded.

Laurence did as he was asked. The girls in the room were all groaning and squealing around us. I shot a look at Alissa who was already on her back,. With her legs spread wide and her man sunk deep between her pussy lips. She was giggling and gasping as the man thrust into her while pinning her wrists to the floor.

“Now, are you ready for my cunt?” I whispered in his ear as I moved on top of him straddling his hard cock.

“I’m ready,” be growled and then reached up and ripped my thong from my body and tossed it to the side of us.

“Mmmm,” I groaned as I rubbed the end of his cock on the outside of my pussy lips. “Fuck your big!”

I lowered myself down. Laurence grunted. I felt his long thick shaft fill my little pussy and stretch me out wide. There was no wiggling it in now, I just sat down, enveloping every single inch of him inside the warmth of my tight slit.

“Ooooh,” I let out a groan and placed a hand in the man’s chest. “I’m so fucking horny!”

“Yeess!” Alissa squealed a few meters away. She was no longer on her back. Her man had flipped her over onto all fours and was proceeding to dig his cock into her as deep and hard as he could go.

“Want me to ride you?” I said. “Want me to fuck your long shaft with my cunt?”

The man nodded as I lifted myself up and slowly lowered myself back down on him, sliding my pussy down his shaft in one long, slow motion, enjoying the sensation of it entering me.

“Ahhhhh!” I moaned and pulled his hand up to my tits. “Squeeze them!”

He squeezed sending electricity flowing through me. My nipples tingled and my mouth got dry as I lifted myself up and down on his shaft once more with a loud slapping sound.

“My children, make sure you take everything from them!” Ana shouted over the grunts and squeals and screams.

I glanced around for a second as I started to bounce a little faster on him. Every girl had someone inside them now. All fourteen of them were getting fucked as hard as they could. The screams of the girls as pleasure ripped through them. One girl was on her back and laughing as a man plunged himself between her raised legs. Another had her tongue outstretched as her head jerked back and forwards with the force of her black haired man slamming himself into her. One blonde girl was sucking her man hard. I watched as he shot his load into her mouth and she gobbled his white sperm up with glee then jumped up onto his hips. He slammed her into the wall and proceeded to fuck her as hard as he could while her back was pinned to the wall.

“Oh god!” Laurence grunted. I hadn’t realised but I was bouncing hard now. His hands squeezed my firm tits as I slid my cunt up and down his shaft.

“Mmmm,” I groaned and felt that primal desire again as my orgasm built xhamster up. “Fuck me!”

Laurence started lifting his hips, driving himself deeper inside me in perfect time with my bounces.

“Oh yessss,” I hissed. “That’s it you big boy!”

I felt a pressure in my spine, then something burst forth from my back. I watched as my wings spread wide and I let out a loud squeal of delight.

“Yes April!” I heard Ana call but the rest was just a blur as I felt my orgasm begun to grow.

And then something odd happened. I felt a pressure on my ass. I glanced backwards. One of the men servicing the other girls had abandoned her pussy and was crouched behind me pushing himself into my asshole. I let out a gasp as the head of his cock penetrated my ass then slid right inside with a slurp.

“Oh god!” I squealed.

I turned and was met with another man’s cock in my face, I don’t know which one it was but it was hard and long and I instantly took him into my mouth.

“Hey!” I heard one of the girls screech above me but I didn’t care.

The man below me was thrusting upwards. The man behind me was deep in my ass, and the third was tickling the back of my throat with long thrusts into my mouth causing me to gurgle.

“Mmmmm,” I squealed as the biggest orgasm I had ever felt started to well up inside me. “Yesss fuck all my holes boys!”

“Ugh!” Laurence grunted. It was his seed I felt inside me first as his cock spurted gushes of hit sperm into me. The next one to cum was the guy fucking the shit out of my face. His hot load hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it down with hungry gulps. The third guy, the one in my ass exploded inside me. I felt his cum deep inside me as his cock stiffened.

My cries of joy were muffled by the huge cock in my mouth. I was screaming as every hole in my body was destroyed by the three men violating every inch of my body. I felt hands twist my nipples and grip my hips as the thrusting from all three of them only got stronger.

I pushed the man out of my mouth. He landed in the floor with a grunt as I arched my back, no longer able to hold it in. I let out a long, high pitched scream. I felt my cunt and my ass tighten as both holes came to climax at the same time sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I realised my hands were digging Laurence’s chest as my scream died down to a whimper and finally a groan.

I collapsed to the side pulling myself free of the men’s relentless pounding of my holes. I lay there for a second, naked, dripping with sweat and gushing white liquid out of all my holes.

“Oh god!” I cried out as another after shock of my orgasm made me twitch. I could barely sit up, but I felt oddly satisfied.

“Wow,” Alissa said above me. All the girls were staring at me, wondering what the hell had just happened. Two of them glared out of the crowd, perhaps it was their men who and moved over to service my cunt instead of theirs.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked. “Why did those men fuck me instead of the other succubi?”

“Hmm,” Ana said. “I have a theory. But for now, let’s get you out of here. The other girls wish to feed!”

Ana lifted me up and helped me across the room as the girls began once more to ravage the cocks they had been given.

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