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Sorry I haven’t written in a long while, guys. I’ve been really busy with life etc. However, please don’t assume I will be posting regularly from now on, and I’m really sorry about that. The only reason I’ve written this is because I got super-horny and just wanted to get off on writing. Hopefully, though, I’ll be able to finish this entire story in the next few months. I’ve got ideas for new stories which I might begin in summer. But don’t count on it. Sorry haha.
As always, enjoy!

Mike was turning out to be an aggressive fucker. This, I liked. What I didn’t like was the fact that he was into scat. Then again, looking at the bright side, at least I wasn’t the one getting my dick covered in shit. He always used a condom, though, so I guess that was good. It’s just that… there is a biological reason we’re disgusted by shit and I couldn’t help but think there was something wrong with Mike.

That was when I remembered that Mike’s parents were strictly homophobic and Mike, being either gay or bi (I still hadn’t figured out which), had been made to hate himself ever since he discovered his sexuality. Psychology was one of my subjects and using the meagre knowledge I had of Freudian Psychology, I made the assumption that if people are taught to treat their sexualities in disgust, sometimes they will associate with it other things that they are taught to be disgusted by. In Mike’s case, this was shit. Of course, this didn’t work always because my parents are homophobic as well, but scat didn’t really appeal to me.

The only reason I let myself go to him was that he was really amazing in the bed and the entire daterape thing just turned me on so much. Of course, saying he was really amazing ‘in the bed’ would be a lie because we’d never really fucked in a bed.

It was a cold morning on boxer’s day and we were both in a dark alley between two houses. We were being loud, but we assumed (or hoped) that everyone was sleeping. I was wearing a blindfold again because Mike still assumed that I didn’t know his true identity. Interestingly, he didn’t do that fake, throaty voice any more. He’d turned back to his real voice which made me sure that it was him. This voice of his was somehow hotter than the other one, contrary to my expectations. I guess, being a teenager, I preferred a voice that sounded more my age.

So anyway, I knew Mike was wearing gloves because I could feel that rough surface every time he touched me.

“SHIT!” he commanded, “Let me cover my cock in it, you whore!”

I was lying face down on a sheet he’d bought and I could feel him towering over me. We were both naked (obviously) and I could hear his grunt as he moved down, crouched over me, bit the back of my neck as he pushed his cock in me. “FUCK! Fuck me hard!”

“Only if you shit.”

It was probably one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life. He had told me specifically last night not to shit and try not to piss. We were going to have a dirty fuckfest as a belated Christmas present. Well, I argued with him and he said our little fuckbuddy-relationship is over. That was when I agreed to do it and he said, I quote, “Lol I know my little whore can’t resist me or my cock.”

He was true though. I wanted him really bad. It was a really crazy obsession back then. I sort of wanted to get more than fucked by him. I wanted us to combine somehow so that we were fucking eternally and having one single eternal orgasm. Yes, I was slightly unhinged.

I did what he said, and now I was paying the price. Well, don’t get me wrong, I love the way my ass tingles when I shit. But the entire idea of covering someone’s cock… urgh. Oh well, I just kept calm and carried on. After I shat, I assumed he covered his cock in it. To hear him say it, it was like heaven. “Fuck yes, oh yeah, I want to get covered in my whore’s shit!”

He entered me again, making my asshole pulse around him. This time, his groan, “Awwggh yeah!” was so sexy, I wish it was a person so I could fuck it. The next time he touched me, I realised his gloves were not on him. He crouched over me and started thrusting and I yelled in pleasure, breathing rapidly, “Yes, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Then lay down on me, pushing his arms underneath me so he could pull me into a backward hug. The heat and feel of his smooth skin made my cock throb, wanting more. He pressed his lips against the back of my neck, biting now and again. I was busy moaning in pleasure as his hot sweaty cock thrust inside me. It was as if I’d forgotten the boner-shattering stench of my shit.

He pulled me around and rolled over so he was underneath me and I was lying on him face up. My legs rose up into the air as the space between them was occupied by his nearly seven-inch cock. And I could hear him breathing beside me. I wanted so hard to kiss him but I kept remembering what he said last time: “Kiss me and I’ll cut your tongue out.”

However, he diverted my attention from the feeling of his breath to the feeling of my cock as he started wanking it off. He gripped it a little too tight but it felt nice enough. I always liked it when my cock was in the hands of another person, even though they never could quite get which spots were the best to have pressure on and whatnot.

“Ali,” he panted. I was shocked—he actually said my name! “I’m really sorry, but I want you to pee on me. I know this means you’ll have to get rid of your boner and everything, but please…?”

“We should have done that before. It just disturbs the whole rhythm we’ve got here,” I commented. He laughed. “But alright. Only because you’re so fucking hot.” He slowly pulled his cock out of my asshole so I could turn around and kneel over him.

“Alright, closer,” he said, “Closer.” He was directing me because I was blindfolded and he told me to stop at a point where I could feel his mouth’s breath on my cock.

He held it, but I interjected, “If you hold it or breathe on it, it’s going to turn me on.”

“Okay!” Mike said and held his breath for a bit. I could feel his arm moving around in the search of something and a while later I could hear the sound of water running down a tap. “Got it recorded on my phone. Psychologically helps you have a slash.”

My metaphorical eyes narrowed. “You’ve really prepared for this haven’t you.”

“Just shut up and let me drink your piss, slut!” he exclaimed and I felt at peace again. As I said before, I really liked the daterape angle. I didn’t want him turning into a compassionate nice guy suddenly. I had David for that.

Anyway, the psychology thing worked and I felt my golden water flowing out of my penis. Mike made a weird sound that was a cross between a gulp and a groan. I felt his arm repeatedly moving up and down against my thigh and realised he was getting off to this. A moment later he was holding my cock and pointing it downward and curving it behind me. His moans of pleasure where almost making me horny again but the fact that I was pissing sort of hindered that.

Yet, I was feeling it. I was liking this entire pissing thing. Infact, I wanted to do more of antalya otele gelen escort it. “Fuck, Ali, that was one of the best Christmas presents you could give to me!” he said. I could hear him rubbing it around his body and the smell was… not that bad actually. It was weird but I liked it. In my defence, peeing on someone is definitely cleaner than shitting on them.

“It makes for such a good lube as well, although it doesn’t last long,” Mike was saying as I was having my little internal debate.

“What… are you fingering yourself?!” I asked, very surprised.

“Well, why not?” There was silence for a short moment in which the only sound was the soft squish-squelch of someone fingering themself. My dick was slowly returning to its erect state and I was having an internal dilemma about whether I should ask him to pee on me or not.

“Should I pee on you?” he asked. That made the decision a lot more easier.

“Of course. You seemed to like it a lot. Just don’t shit on me.”

Mike laughed. “I won’t. I’m sure my little slut would love to drink a pool of my piss.”

And so both of us rearranged ourselves with him kneeling over me as I lay down. He turned the water-dripping sound on again as I kept my mouth open like a dog waiting for a treat. The treat came and it was fucking amazing. I licked it, tried to spread it all over my mouth. The best was when he bent his cock to piss all over my body. I couldn’t help but moan as I washed my hand in his golden water and fingered and wanked myself off using it as a lube. With a grunt, he stopped abruptly, leaving me wishing for more. I could feel him move down and sit near my ass. Then, with his strong arms, he pulled me up towards him and I could feel his flaccid bellend trying to get into my ass. His slit was pressing against my asshole and suddenly he started pissing again. This time, it went everywhere, most of it into my ass, although it sprayed all over us as well.

I yelled, “I do wanna drink a pool of your piss!”
Soon we were back to fucking as we rolled around with bodies soaked in piss. What was good was that he was now kissing me, letting me taste his saliva and the mixture of our urine. It was fucking amazing. He let go of my mouth later as he was reaching his climax.

“Listen,” I said, groaning slightly as he pushed his cock into my ass, “I know who you are.”

His pace slowed. “What? How?”

I ignored that. It was too long a story anyway to tell over a fucking sesh. “Do you want to know who I think you are?”

“How long have you known?” Mike insisted.

“Since the first time we fucked in those changing rooms.”

“Am I that obvious?” he said fearfully.

“I had a hunch then, but now I know for sure.”

“So, who am I?”

“Michael.”

He removed my blindfold and I saw his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He wasn’t smiling nor was he frowning. He was just moving up and down as he fucked me with his divine sex. He pushed his arms underneath me and pulled me into a tight hug and we kissed. Just for that moment, time stopped as we rolled around smelling of piss and shit, making out as he tried to reach my throat with his tongue, pulling our bodies together so that our sweat and piss rubbed off on each other, as his uncut cock slowly went into and out of my asshole, my legs wrapped around his butt.

When we came, he still had enough fuel to eat my ass out, as he licked the Santorum mixed with urine dripping out of my hole and gulped it down (for those of you who don’t know, Santorum is the ‘frothy mixture of semen and faeces that is often the by-product of anal sex’. If you don’t believe me, look it up). Then he pushed his rapidly deflating cock inside me again and hugged me, rubbing my cum over both our torsos in the process. We kissed again and this time literally paused in that position for what seemed to be a long while. Don’t get me wrong, I love cuddling after sex. But this was fucking awkward and uncomfortable. Yet, to Mike, it was probably the most romantic thing ever. I started noticing things such as rank smell of shit that had pervaded through the area, the disgusting sweat trickling down our bodies, the bad breath that permeated from his mouth. I wondered whether his cock, which was naked in my ass, would get infected at all seeing as there was so much shit and piss down there. The semen between us dried into the crusty form it usually takes, thereby locking us together in a horribly adhesive bond. Worst of all was the hard pavement beneath us. Although there was a bedsheet between me and the pavement, it wasn’t near thick enough.

That led me to the conclusion that sex is magic. Things that we barely notice in sex often become the most annoying things when we’re not horny. Things that are publicly frowned upon, like peeing and shitting on people, spitting on people, licking peoples’ feet and, heaven’s forbid, putting your dick into someone’s ass or vagina, suddenly become the most desirable things in existence.

“Mike,” I said, breaking away from our five minute kiss, “Mike!”

“Sorry, I just…” Mike trailed off, biting my ear playfully, “I like keeping my dick in little sluts like you. You know you deserve it.”

The line almost amused me. Almost. One of the things that stopped me from finding it amusing and sexy was the way he smiled after he said it. The roleplay was over. It was going to be difficult to get back that sense that I was being raped by a hot guy. Hopefully, though, Mike also liked roleplaying a rape in which he was the rapist raping a fit bottom. I didn’t want that element of our relationship to go away.

He pulled himself out of me and I imagined his cock was soggy and wrinkly after spending so much time in that damp place I call my ass. He lay beside me, putting a hand under his head. It was like a little nudist picnic in a dark alley. I looked at him and realised he was looking at me. He had the confident smirk on which I liked so much. Dave was not exactly a stereotypical nice guy, but he was definitely much nicer than the guy lying across me. Of course, Mike was steadily becoming nicer as time went by, but I guess I didn’t want that.

“I want you, at least while we’re fucking, to treat me like I’m you’re bitch,” I said. Mike blinked in surprise. I was known for my direct comments, but Mike and I were simply acquaintances so he didn’t know a lot about me.

“Shouldn’t be hard. You are my bitch,” he said, winking. However, his smirk left him the moment later. “But, the thing is, you’re the first guy, besides Dave, who… well, you know. I feel like you’re the actual first guy I have had a relationship with, not Dave. Even though it is one of the weirdest relationships ever. Naturally, I’d want to be slightly nicer to you than I usually am. But if you don’t want me to be… that’s all right. I find it easier being the bad guy. I just want to know why.”

“I’ve already got a nice guy in my life. That’s Dave. I really liked the daterape thing we were doing. Like you were dominating me and whatever. antalya rus escort I like that.”

Mike chuckled. “Alright, if that turns you on, slut.”

“So tell me, what do you consider yourself as? Gay, bi?”

“Don’t care really. There are certain things I like putting my cock in, I don’t differentiate between gender. You should know, though, that your little cunt ass is the best thing to ever happen to my cock.”

“Okaaay…” I told myself that he is pansexual… although they prefer people based on personality, not the quality of their asses. “And what are we doing? Is this a relationship? A friends-with-benefits thing?”

“Do we have to put a name on it? The only rule I say is that Dave should never know. And because Dave should never know, no one can know.”

Oh, so it’s cheating… an affair, I thought. I was about to tell him that Dave knows already, but I stopped myself. This secretiveness just made it sexier somehow. Of course, I knew that Dave knew, but I could pretend he didn’t. The only question was, should I tell Dave that Mike said this? Will it affect their friendship at all? “Of course not, Mike,” I grinned. I wasn’t sure whether I should wink or put a finger to my lip or do nothing at all. I decided to do the last one in the end, because that was the one that came most naturally.

“Though, as much as I want to, I can’t fuck another time now,” Mike said, “I’m physically drained. That was a strong orgasm.”

“Same,” I said curtly, my thoughts far away.

“But it’s only half past 6. If we walk naked to the swimming pool, the only guys who can see us are workers and even if they come to us, I’ll just bribe them.”

I panicked, “We should have brought two pairs of clothes. I can’t wear my clothes with all this dry piss and cum on me.”

“I was thinking about telling you to bring another pair, but I like going out naked.”

“I do as well, but there should be a limit!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got enough money to shut up anyone who sees us.”

We left the bedsheet there. It had a horrible brown stain on it and some drops of pee had dried up on it. Taking our bags, which had our clothes in them, we started walking. The swimming pool was a good five minute walk away and Mike’s words about the labourers had reassured me. My prime worry was seeing one of those early morning joggers. Our community was one of those in which the neighbours barely knew each other, but I’m sure some of them would recognise me if they saw me and would know what house I’m from. My parents, who didn’t know about my gayness, would probably be shocked to hear that I was walking around naked with some guy.

Of course, it is precisely that risk which produced a boner in both me and Mike. We looked down at each other and Mike found this all funny. Laughing, he started stroking my cock, going at a slow pace so as not to make me ejaculate. “Stop it, Mike,” I whispered. In reply, he took my hand with his free arm and placed it on his cock.

“Relax, you worry too much,” he said as he curled his fingers around mine to make me grip his cock and stroke it. I told myself what he said and we fell into a certain rhythm. As you can imagine, stroking another person’s cock as both of you are walking is possibly the most awkwardest thing on this earth. But, being teenagers, any sort of sex we had had up till that point was awkward so the awkward motions came almost naturally.

As I predicted, the workers were there, either cleaning up and dusting the road, the streetlamps, or watering the frontyards of houses. The first three simply stared at us and I determinedly stared away. Somehow, the fact that there were spectators to our awkward walk turned me on. The fourth one, however, dared enough to say in broken English, “What you doing?!”

He came up to us with his hands on his hips and stood in our path. Mike didn’t stop stroking my cock so he followed on, “You… what you doing?! Put some clothes on!! This is a bedroom?” It wasn’t exactly light yet and I assumed he had poor eyesight because as we came nearer to him, his eyebrows arched. “Two… two boys?! This is bad! Very very bad.” He went on to say in his own language something that roughly translates to sacrilege or abomination.

“Listen, mate,” Mike said. He reached behind with his free hand and pulled his wallet out, “If you don’t tell anyone anything about this, I’ll give you and your friends this entire wallet! Here, check it.”

The man, who had been covering his eyes from the monstrosity going on front of him, slowly reached out and took the wallet. I gave Mike a look that said, “Are you retarded?” He replied with a look that said, “It’s alright.”

The man looked at Mike with narrowed eyes and slowly grinned after checking the wallet. He put the wallet to his head and bowed and went back to his work. It was a commonly known fact that all these government labourers had horrible wages. I just couldn’t believe that we’d taken advantage of that.

“Don’t worry,” consoled Mike, giving my cock a nice squeeze, “I put most of my money in my bag anyway, so he’s barely got anything in that wallet.”

We were pretty close to the swimming pool by then and I purposely stopped wanking Mike off. “This is fucking awkward.”

“I know, but it would be boring if we just walked all the way.” Mike smirked, “The audience will fall asleep.”

“We’re here anyway, so never mind.”

The lifeguard who Mike had previously had dealings with was there, cleaning the pool out. The sun had peaked above the horizon which meant we had to go inside the changing rooms quickly, otherwise all the neighbours around us could see us. The gate was locked, so we climbed over it, garnering the lifeguard’s attention.

He gaped and told us to stop, but Mike beckoned him to follow us into the changing rooms. Once inside, he asked, “What the fuck are you doing?” His English was much better than the labourer’s, but it had that Indian brogue (as opposed to Scottish).

“We were going to swim,” Mike said, “Skinny-dip.” We both chuckled, but the lifeguard didn’t find this funny.

“This is the Middle East. Do you know what they do to you if you—“

“I was joking, Rohan,” Mike said, “And anyway, it’s not like this is Saudi Arabia. It’s Dubai. They’re still pretty harsh here but it’s much better here.”

“Still, nudism is a horrible thing to do here.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you the truth,” Mike said. I was holding his hand up till then but now I squeezed it slightly, although Mike was unperturbed. “We were going to swim, but these two dogs came and peed all over us. We couldn’t possibly wear a thing soaked with urine, so we took it off.”

“You weren’t wearing underwear?” Rohan the lifeguard asked.

“Of course not! Swimming with underwear is unhygienic,” I piped in.

“So you’ve not got any clothes? What have you got in your bags?”

“Little towels. We couldn’t really use them to cover ourselves up,” Mike answered, “Our dicks are a bit too big for them.”

Laughing, Rohan araklı escort said, “Okay, don’t worry, I’ve got spare uniforms here.” He walked over to a cabinet behind the entrance to the changing rooms and pulled out two white polo tops and two red shorts that ended halfway down our thighs.

While he was searching for them, Mike whispered to me, “After he gives the clothes to you, let’s hug him and ‘accidentally’ brush your cock against him. Wanna see if he gets freaked out.”

I was all for this plan. When he came over and handed Mike the clothes first, Mike hugged him and I imagined that he was lightly pressing his cock against him down in the darkness between them. The guard started smiling bashfully and reciprocated the hug. “Thanks, Rohan, you’re always there for me.”

I did the same when he handed me my clothes. My cock lightly pressed against his red shorts so I could feel a bit of what’s underneath ever so slightly. “Thank you, Rohan. Any friend of Mike’s is a friend of mine.”

When we parted he told both of us, “You’re welcome!” Then he turned to me. “What’s your name?”

“Ali.”

“Ahh, Ali. Nice name. Do you smoke?”

That was a random question, but Mike answered for me, “No he doesn’t.”

“Okay, I have to go clean the pool first but both of you have a good shower because dog urine stinks and you both smell of it. And give me back the spares in the week, okay?”

As he left, Mike made a motion as if to grab his ass and sniggered. He closed the door behind him so we had the room to ourselves. We went directly to the shower after Mike pulled out shampoo and soap from his bag. We showered in the same cubicle, soaping each other up much like what I’d done previously with Dave. Mike tried to push a soapy finger up his ass but I stopped him from doing it.

“It burns like hell, don’t do it,” I advised.

“Oh, okay.”

“Have you ever fingered yourself before?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Today was the first time actually, Didn’t know it could feel so good. I just wanted to put more of your piss inside me, and I my asshole sort of beckoned to me hungrily.” Mike told me.

“Don’t use soap or shampoo. I had to find out the hard way. Just use the lube we used this morning.”

I sat down against the wall and water ran down me in rivulets. Mike sat down on me, my cock between his butt cheeks. I wrapped my arms around him, putting my face against his back. “So how do you know Rohan?”

“He used to be a lifeguard in my compound last year. He’s also a bit of a drug dealer. Knows where to get douk and doha and everything.”

“Ahh. I guess he’s used to seeing naked people.”

“He’s used to being naked as well. A bit of a nudist. Once I entered my compound’s swimming pool changing rooms and he was getting out of the shower, entirely naked. Short story, he was one of the people that made me realise I wasn’t fully straight. He’s hung! His cock is eight inches when it’s hard. And his ass… I so want to fuck that thing. And he’s got abs as well, but that’s not important. The thing about his ass is that… because he’s a lifeguard, his ass is much paler than his actual body. I’ve wanked to him quite a few times.”
I could see how that worked. I personally was not exactly attracted to him, but I’d never seen him naked. But anyway, I definitely wanted to have sex with a guy where there was no mutual attraction between us. It was on my bucket list of things, among ‘write a book and get it published’ and ‘have a drunk straight guy fuck your brains out’.

“So anyway, he just started talking to me naked as if it was a normal thing. And remember the first time we fucked? So I came earlier that evening and found that the changing room was locked. I knocked, saying it was me and he opened it slightly and told me to wait for him to go back before opening it fully. So when I go in, this dude is full on smoking douk, naked and wanking off to some porn on a TV he has. And I saw his cock and my own cock reacted instantly. He told me I could have a wank as well if I wanted but I said I was okay. And then you know what happens – he gave me the key. But I said I’m feeling horny and he let me strip and watch the porn, but I was actually getting off to him. It was one of the first times I desperately wanted a cock in my ass, so it was a life-changing experience. And then he came all over the TV. At the same moment someone knocked and he told me it’s one of the security guards. When he went over to talk to the guard, I licked everything off the TV, which made me cum on the floor. He came back a minute later and told me to clean up, but I’ve had a crush on him ever since.”

“Wow.” I was fully hard now, and even Mike was. We both stood up and he bent over, putting his hands against the wall.

“Dry hump my ass,” he said and I slid my cock between his butt cheeks repeatedly, so that it went between them and my bellend appeared on the other side. He moaned but we weren’t exactly feeling superhorny and we finished literally a minute later.

We came out wearing the lifeguard uniforms and, in my opinion, all three of us including Rohan looked fit. I liked anything that revealed a lot of thigh while keeping some of it covered. I was strangely more attracted to thighs and nipples more than any other part of the body, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call my affection for thighs a fetish. Mike’s comments on Rohan the lifeguard had kindled up a new attraction in me for him. After swimming a bit, we hugged him goodbye and he thanked us for some reason. Mike himself had to go now but asked me when we could fuck tomorrow.

“Ahh, you see, I can’t,” I replied, “I’m busy babysitting this kid because his parents are away on a business trip. I’m supposed to stay with him 4 days, so we can’t meet again until New Year’s Eve.”

Mike was shocked. “What?! Tell me where the address is. I’m sure—“

“But I can’t do that. The kid will tell his parents that I invited a friend over and they obviously don’t want anything like that. My reputation is at risk here. We’re family friends, see? His parents think of me as a really good boy, if you get what I mean.”

“But that’s 4 days gone,” Mike exclaimed as we came toward the alley where we had pissed on each other and done a lot of other things. His bike was still parked there. “It’s such a waste. I thought I could get to fuck you every day until the holidays are over!”

“You can still fuck me after they are over…?” I suggested, perplexed.

“No, because Dave comes back.”

I laughed. “Oh come on, Mike, do you think Dave coming back will mean an end to… this?” I playfully put a hand down the red shorts and grabbed his cock. “Don’t worry. You already have a taste for fucking in places that are not bedrooms. The school has a lot more of them.”

I took my hand away from his dick and caressed his thigh, absorbing every modicum of the smooth hairiness of it. It was covered in slight, golden hair and I knew that I could spend days licking the tan skin on them, biting the flesh.

His kiss was unexpected, but I welcomed it anyway. We stood there, him sitting on his bike with a foot on the pedal and me with both my hands on his cheek, exchanging our saliva and touching each other’s tongues. When he left, I felt a small emptiness and a big longing. I worried I was starting to love him as I loved David Denman. I wondered if such a thing was even possible.

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I entered the familiar apartment, even though a few years has past everything looked exactly the same. I walked into the same dark living room with muffled sounds of gay porn in the background. This time I was more confident and I knew my way to the bedroom. I walked in and Rick was sitting on the bed wearing a bathrobe rubbing his large bulge threw the thin layer of cotton. He smiled as I entered. I said hi and walked past him while takeing off my shirt. He got off the bed and stood behind me and rubbed his already hard cock on my jeans and toyed with my nipples while moaning under his breath. I bent at the waist keeping my legs straight and started to untie my shoes and was surprised as he forcefully pulled down my jeans and exposed my jock strap wearing ass and buried his face in my shaved and cleaned hole. I gasped and couldn’t even think! I was so hard and tried to finished unlacing my shoes in between pleasure filled moans. It’s been so long that I had my ass eaten I melted right there into his mouth. He and I both knew that I was his. He let me finish getting undressed and sat back on the bed.

Just wearing my jock I crawled to his cock and started licking his balls. I kissed his shaft and handed him my phone and asked him if he could take pictures and film me tonight. I was feeling so kinky I would have antakya escort let him do anything he wanted to me. I remember how awkward my last blowjob was so I stepped up my game. I deep throated him, rubbed his balls on my face, look him in the eye and told him how much I wanted him. He moaned as pre-cum started seeping out onto my tongue. I put his cock in my mouth sideways so it pushed my cheek out and he rubbed his smooth head through my skin and gently smacked me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to lay down on the bed.

I quickly got up off the floor and laid down on my stomach. Rick stood and started rubbing his 8inch uncut cock all over my freshly shaved ass. “Mmm this feels so good,” he hissed out. Rick aggressively flipped me over and fingered my ass as he rubbed my chest and played with my nipples. I was so over the edge, I knew if he so little as blew on my cock I would explode all over myself. He slowly pushed his fat cock in my tight ass. I don’t remember how I took this cock in my last time because this time it felt like my ass was going to rip. Rick noticed my face and he said, “let’s try a different position.” I turned around on all fours and he added more lube to his generous member. This time it was a lot better he slowly slid antalya escort his cock head in and I felt my ass suck in the large cock. I started to get more and more into it. He picked up the pace and really started to use me. I was so turned on, I didn’t really feel the pleasure yet but it turned me on knowing that I was getting him off. I reached in between my legs past my cock and rubbed his balls everytime he fully inserted himself. Rick was moaning and grabbing my jock strap forcing me to slam my ass back on his cock. This was what really caused me pleasure.

After a couple minutes Rick pushed me over and laid down. I got up and straddled his cock. I never been on top before! I reached back and rubbed his cock on my ass and put him back inside me. I used my legs and bounced on his cock. I loved this!! Every time I slapped his pelvis with my ass and legs I could feel is rock hard cock push against my prostate. I finally started jerking my cock as I bounced up and down and grinded him. He saw I was about to cum and told me to cum on his chest. The moment those words left his lips I shot 4 strands of cum while his cock as deep in my ass. It was like Rick controlled when I came. We both laughed with pleasure as I got off him to clean him off.

It broke my heart that antalya merkez escort I came but Rick didnt. I thought there was something wrong with me. I got back on the floor and told him to come to the edge of the bed. Rick walked over and I told him to watch the porn playing as I gave him a blowjob. I felt so dirty that I was letting myself be used on my own command. I would glance up a couple times, at first he was concentrating on the guy being fucked on t.v. then I noticed he was looking down at me with his cock in my mouth. I lifted his balls and put my tongue on his asshole while jerking him. I never licked an ass in my life to this day but I am glad my only one was my secret gay lovers! I was swirling around his delicious ass while speeding up with my hand until I heard a short grunt and I quickly pulled away and aimed his cock at my face. At first the cum hit hard then it slowed down as the moans went silent. I was light headed, my face was covered in Ricks cum, and again we both laughed with pleasure. I got up and took a shower. I went back into the room to get dressed as we made small talk. He handed me back my phone and told me, “Next time don’t wait so long before seeing me again!” I walked to the car a new man.

When I got home I looked through my phone and there was about 100 pictures and videos of Ricks cock on my smiling face, his cock in my ass, him pulling my jock strap from behind, and a couple of dick pics he must have taken when I was in the shower. I will keep these pictures forever and have something more than just memories to jerk off too.

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Not wanting to go home. Ever. That’s how it started.

***

Sasha had taken her last hit of crack cocaine about five minutes ago and, as always, she wanted more… so she was eating some horse. Of course!

With one hand she stroked the huge black Percheron’s massive sheath and balls, making the huge creature whinny and snort, making his magnificent prick strain to poke out through the puckered opening of his hairy sheath; with the other hand she lovingly caressed his beautiful, muscular, heaving right flank. The smell of the horse’s dick was fuckin’ overwhelming – nauseatingly strong. It was a rank, cheesy and somewhat disagreeable odor that only mares, and Sasha, could really love. But, as long as Sasha ate horse, she surmised, she would never really get used to the potent, bestial aroma of an aroused stallion’s cock.

That she could take control of an animal this big, this fucking huge! – that she could make his dick hard and stiff, make his balls throb and contract in her palms – make him blow, if she wanted!… all this was an incredible turn-on for Sasha. She had “done” this stallion before; she couldn’t get over the implacable feeling of strength and power he had given her: irrevocable, indomitable control over a huge, powerful and magnificent animal. When steaming hot cum shot out of his prick and covered her face and body, oozed down her tits and dripped off of her rock-hard nipples, Sasha felt as if she were being anointed… Queen of Kingdom Cum! Fuck Toy of the Animal Realm!! As far as Sasha was concerned, this magnificent Percheron stallion was her lover.

The huge black stallion whinnied and grunted again, his big dick beginning to get hard; he thrusted it, rubbing it against the side of her face. In spite of the love she felt for him, his unbridled sexual smell made her gag. She lovingly scratched his balls, running the nail of her left index finger gently up the bumpy centerline of his smooth scrotum, watching the horse’s mammoth nuts bulge and throb under his humping, hunching loins as she teased them in their tight, hairless sac.

She heard the hum of the video camera as G caught this act of animal fuckery on tape. Her lover whinnied and thrust his burning, raging cock toward her mouth, toward a hole, any hole: the animal didn’t much care where or in what that hole was situated, as long as he got to get his nut!

G said he would give her another hit as soon as she had played with the horse a little more… and Sasha was a hardcore crack addict. That hit wouldn’t, couldn’t come soon enough. Not ever.

Sasha was a big nigger, a girl who could probably take on any animal, and the hot, muscular black Percheron stallion to whom she was now coupled was a well-suited mate… perfect for her ebony skin and big lips.

Union Dues’ massive horsecock was getting bigger and harder as Sasha stroked and fondled it. The magnificent animal’s flanks quivered and shook as he tried to find a hole in which to bury his huge, dripping truncheon. He loved the feel of the negresse’s tongue on the raw black skin of his jerking, Herculean dong, and his big balls had a steaming half-gallon of hot, lumpy animal semen to give his dark-skinned human lover in recompense for the torrid oral pleasure she was providing.

Now the horse’s semi-limp black prick was hanging from its thick-skinned sheath; it was almost as long as Sasha’s arm. Facing the camera, she leaned down and used her pinkish mulatto tongue to lick the underside of Union Dues’s massive dick. The potent taste of the equine dong rubbed off onto her tongue as she licked him, making her head swim, filling her senses; the stallion seemed to enjoy the licking, grunting and whinnying as she tongued and stroked him.

“Mmmmmmnm! Now that’s what I call a real cock!” Sasha grinned; playfully, she grabbed the hardening shaft of the horsecock with both hands and bent it to the right so the bulging, cum-oozing head was facing G’s camera.

“Yeah… lick it, baby girl!” G ratcheted breathlessly. “Get ‘im hot. He sho’ likes that!”

The animal’s cheesy-tasting penis had pink spots on its hard black shaft, and Sasha found a spot she liked. She licked and licked, bathing the grunting horse’s throbbing, stiffening prick with spit. Warm saliva dripped off her lover’s cock. Sasha sucked the pink spot with her big nigger lips, soaking it in warm, passionate, horse-loving saliva.

The stallion’s prick was getting harder now. Sasha was sucking on the beveled bottom of the knobbed cockhead and the thing flared in her mouth, making her gag on the taste and smell of male horse and rancid cockcheese. The stallion thrust his prick. Unbidden, like a viper, acrid vomit rose in her throat. With a POP! Sasha desperately pulled the head of the veiny black cock out of her mouth and jacked it off, lubricating it with her warm, dripping saliva and with his gooey, creamy animal slime.

The fucking horse grunted and slobbered. His muscular flanks heaved. He thrust his hardening prick onto Sasha’s flushed face and cheeks, rubbing himself off on her soft skin. G manned the 16-mm movie camera. Sasha knew the Percheron was getting worked up…

And that meant even more crack!

***

Sasha was getting hot. Fuck, the dick of a horse was making her hot! Just what kind of slut was she? She reached down to stroke the swollen lips of her nappy-haired snatch. Moaning around the smoking hot, stiffening horsemeat she stuck a finger inside, frigging herself. She reached up with the other hand and fondled Union Dues’s balls, watching them swell and contract.

This stud Percheron was excited! A big lump of steaming hot horse splooge plopped from the animal’s flaring cockknob and into her mouth; tasting it, she let it ooze down her face, leaving a slimy snail-trail of Union Dues’ potent horsey fuck fluid on and in her grimacing oral maw. Rubbing the bulging, straining urethra inside the knobbed end of Union Dues’s cock against her pouty, upturned lips, she let the thick, bubbly fluid coat her mouth and she blew a big bubble in the thick jism, tasting the rancid horse slime on her tongue. The juice was salty and a little bleachy and it tasted like the hard, stiff abandonment of hardcore animal sex. The smell and taste of the goo made her light-headed.

“Stick your tongue out, baby, yeah, let me see that shit oozing on your tongue… yeah, yeah, that’s good, that’s real good… do ‘im real good, you horse slut, make him shoot his cum in your mouth, babe, yeah, you’re getting him real hot,” G encouraged her, bringing the camera around so he could chronicle the lovemaking from this angle, from that one, from the rear of the horse to show the stallion’s big swollen balls hanging between his muscular, quivering, stomping legs, a shot from the side to catch her slippery pink tongue as it laved with spit the glossy black skin of the animal’s hard, vein-etched dong.

Craning her neck up, Sasha kissed and licked the fold of sweaty skin on the horny animal’s heaving right flank, under his loins and down by his throbbing pecker. “Mmmmmmnm… Mmmmmmm! I’m in love!” she groaned as the contact made the horse whinny and jerk his hips.

Now Sasha had her thick lips wrapped around the head of the humping stallion’s massive fillyfucker while she stroked the hard shaft of his dong with both hands. Globs of thick horse lube oozed continuously out of the head of the cock; as much as Sasha swallowed she couldn’t keep up with it and the thick, grayish opaque horsejuice oozed out the corners of her stretched lips. Huge, thick gobs dripped onto her swaying tits and hung there like chick frosting. In her hands she jerked the huge equine dong faster and faster.

Union Dues suddenly grunted, his flanks bucking and heaving. The huge stallion gave a high-pitched whinny, reared up, and ejaculated into Sasha’s gagging throat. “BOOOYA!” cried G. The air in the studio became immediately saturated with the potent sexual smell of equine spunk.

Gasping for air, Sasha pulled the animal’s throbbing, thrusting pecker out of her mouth, letting it rest on her cheek. Wads of steaming, clumpy Percheron splooge sprayed onto her face, her tits, into her open mouth. Her eyes burned and stung as she was blinded with a forceful shot of the maverick’s potent semen. Gooey gobs sprayed into her hair, matting the nappy curls down and hanging off in long snail trails. Still holding his dong she scooted backward, trying to stay clear of the huge horse’s quivering, stomping legs as he got his rocks off.

Finally the ejaculate started to lose velocity and Sasha wrapped her lips around the head of the horsecock again, able now to keep up with and swallow most of Union Dues’ milky, sticky sperm. She could feel it oozing its way down into her belly. It felt boiling-hot sliding down her gullet. With her left hand she continued jerking and squeezing the shaft of the cock, reaching occasionally down to stroke the throbbing underbelly of the monstrous pecker.

After awhile Union Dues began to calm down; his prick started to lose stiffness. Popping her head off of the knobbed end of it Sasha began milking the horse’s cock with both hands, licking up the residual lumps of semen that oozed out of his bulging urethra, letting it congeal on her tongue, which she stuck out for G’s whirring camera. Stroking his muscular leg, Sasha licked the Percheron’s cock clean before letting it recede into its thick, hairy sheath, which was spattered with jism. She licked the horse’s furry sheath clean of spunk around his stinking, retreating cock.

Sasha was a fucking mess. Gasping for breath, lost in her own little world, she no longer cared who saw her this way or what they thought about her behavior. As the Percheron wandered away from her, his work done, she gathered up globs of his slimy cum in her hands and licked it off her palms and fingers. It was delicious! She was crouched down on all fours in a pool of the shit and she scooped it up off the ground, rubbing it all over her overheated body like creamy, sticky lotion, wallowing, bathing in that powerful animal’s love juices. It was as though she had become a fucking animal herself!

Spreading her legs apart, she scooped up lumpy gobs of Union Dues’ spunk and shoved wads of the cooling, gelatinous goo into her dripping, creaming pussy. The jism was slippery and slimy on her cuntlips and clit, and she almost passed out from the orgasm the sensation gave her. Oh, how she wished that hot stallion could get her pregnant!

“Ooooooohh, Mmmmnm, MMMMMNM!” she cried, sticking well-lubricated fingers into herself, stretching her cunt lips wide, cumming again and again as she imagined doing more than just giving that big animal head, as she imagined that beautiful horse fucking her.

Fingering herself, so lost in her orgasmic world was Sasha that she didn’t even notice the lighting guy when he came over and, stroking himself, began to lick the congealing horse spunk off the nipples of her hanging, flopping tits.

***

G would be able to get good money for this video from the Porno Kings up in Spanish Harlem. They were always looking for new acts of animal love, as well as new stars. And this Percheron stud named Union Dues, he knew, had Star written all over him!

And Sasha hadn’t done too bad, herself… for a newcomer.

***

Sasha had heard about this “modeling gig” about 14 months earlier from her erstwhile friend LaKeneisha. LaKeneisha was a short, pock-faced and dumpy lesbian crack whore with polished ebony skin, blood-crimson nails, and hollow, empty eyes. LaKeneisha had told her there was money to be made, real money, and all the crack she could smoke while on a “shoot”.

LaKeneisha said the only catch was that she would have to “do it” with a dog, a big, slobbering male dog with bad breath and even worse bedroom manners. LaKeneisha told her they taped the dog’s claws off so that when the dog and a girl were having intercourse, during the heat of the act, the dog’s dewclaws wouldn’t rip through the woman’s skin. LaKeneisha said they let the dog ejaculate maltepe escort into the girl; the girl, according to LaKeneisha, had to “pretend” to “like it”.

In the course of the conversation it became apparent to Sasha that her friend didn’t have to “pretend” to like it; LaKeneisha had described the sexual act in juicy detail, from penetration to ejaculation. She even described the way the big dog’s prick had smelled and tasted, smoky and cheesy, like red, bestial summer sausage…

In spite of herself, Sasha began to get a little aroused as she listened to LaKeneisha. A dog? Was she really thinking about fucking a fucking dog? Had the depth of her addiction sunk this low?

A clandestine phone call, and later, appointment were made. LaKeneisha introduced Sasha to G, the “director”, as Sasha goggled at the lights and mattes and moviemaking equipment set up in the basement of this little house in Harlem. The place reeked of sex, and the director mentioned that they had just finished “shooting” a “feature”. Would she be interested in seeing what it was like, fucking a dog, giving herself over to the “inner beast”? Would she work for drugs? Would she give an animal oral, swallow the cum?

Feeling as though floating outside her body, Sasha said yes. And yes. And yes. Taking a joyous booya blast off a well-loaded crack pipe to seal the deal, 16 year-old Sasha Roman abstractly felt herself falling, falling, head over heels; oh, falling, into the dark, cavernous abyss of this sick, tainted and twisted world she had wrought.

***

Sasha “auditioned” for a place in G’s “stable” of six girls that very night.

As she allowed herself to be led to the basement of the little house, where her “audition” would take place, she genuflected on the tragedy of a misbegotten life that had dumped her at the doorstep of this pervert with a few bucks, some crack, and a camera. Her mother, dead when she was six. A father (if he actually was her father; she had always found the story suspect) who was a notorious, violent drunkard and who was always in trouble with the law. He had raped her and whored her to his friends since the ripe age of nine, had turned her on to crack cocaine and heroin at ten.

At twelve he had beaten her violently and to senselessness, staving in parts of her skull; unable to partake in anything approximating responsibility, he had driven her to Mercy General in Harlem, leaving her to die wrapped in a snow-tossed blanket just outside the emergency room doors. After months of recuperation, her eventual release from the hospital, and assignment to foster care, she had secretly made her way back to the only place she had even known as Home. Father was there, passed out on the ratty, flea-blown rattan couch in the living room, a bottle of Cisco and a crack pipe close at hand. In his intoxication, she had murdered him by tying his hands behind his back and a plastic grocery bag (Shop Smart! Shop Spaulding’s!) over his head, then watching (with something very like relish) his convulsions and eventual death-throes as he tried desperately to draw breath through the killing plastic bag.

Ugly faces – ugly, ugly times.

Somewhere along the way, Sasha had lost her idealistic feel for the sanctity of life, taking refuge in the warm, visceral feelings wrought by the drugs. And now it was a given, she knew; crack was both God and Savior, giving a tactile, tangible, if only temporary, sense of both happiness and warmth. Sasha didn’t care what she had to fuck to get her fix. She’d fuck a fucking walrus if that were what she had to do!

***

That’s how Sasha met Duke.

G told her she would eat it, even though she didn’t want to. G told her she now belonged to him, that she would do as she was told, if she wanted some crack, even if that meant doing something nasty to the dog with her mouth. G told her she would moan and groan and pretend to like it, even if it tasted and smelled like rancid cheese and stale cum.

So Sasha got on her knees underneath the horny, humping Great Dane, her wet lips searching, trying to suck the horny dog’s dick into her smooth oral doghole. There was a sucking, slurping noise as her lips found the reared-up dog’s throbbing, smelly cock and she began to eat the thing in earnest.

The fucking dog’s dick stunk, and it tasted even worse – like a cross between ammonia and Limburger cheese – too bad to think about right now. If she thought about it, if she didn’t have her gag reflex and sense of smell well under control, she would vomit. And to vomit would be disastrous, she knew, commerce-wise. She pulled her mouth off the thing. The head of the hard dick made a wet, squishy “pop!” as she pulled her head off it. The animal whined and little squirts of dog-lube shot from the bulging, vibrating end of his incredibly powerful cock.

She reached up to her mouth, gagging as she picked a wiry dog-hair from between her teeth. She held the dog around his humping flanks, stroking them like she would her lover, petting him, making little cooing noises, trying desperately to soothe the riled-up animal. If he didn’t slow down and in a hurry, she was going to choke to death with the stiff penis of a Great Dane in her mouth and down her throat!

Sasha retched as the stud dog rammed the thing at her mouth, desperate to get back inside and get his rocks off. Her head was wedged into the big dog’s twitching, hairy loin and his penis throbbed as he yanked it out and then, having lost that wet warmth, tried to bury it again inside her full mulatto lips. The slimy knob caught between them and she had no choice but to give him what he wanted; a watery gasp escaped her as she began to eat the hunching animal.

His throbbing animal prick forced its way into her mouth, making her cry out in surprise and shame as her gorge rose in her throat. Whatever she had anticipated that this act might be like, whatever she might’ve imagined, she was in for the surprise of her life. She gave out a shocked little “Ummmpf!” as the big dog’s musky-smelling rocks smacked her on the chin. The grunting, humping, slobbering Dane’s prick was in her throat almost all the way up to his huge balls! Ugh, disgusting!

She pulled on that hairy sac of swollen, musky dognuts, feeling them contract in her hand. She squeezed, churning up his passion and his steaming-hot canine jism, making slurping noises as she tried desperately to get the grunting, whining animal off. Sasha didn’t think she’d ever had a dick so deep in her throat; she could feel his knob throbbing as the dog rutted, punching his hairy sheath again and again against her tight dogcock-stuffed mouth, stretching her lips and jaw to the cracking point. She slurped and sucked on the smelly, gristly red dick, warm saliva and dog-lube streaming out the corners of her lips and down her chin.

The big dog tensed as if for a seizure. Hunching, grunting and slobbering on her back, wrapping his gauze-wrapped claws around her sides tight enough to poke through her skin, the Dane grunted and began to ejaculate his hot juice into Sasha’s tight throat. She gagged, which only served to force the rutting Dane’s prick deeper into her slimy, sopping wet oral maw. Her nose was buried in the dog’s smelly sheath, and his loaded balls whacked her chin.

She pulled her throat back off the squirting, throbbing stalk of gristle, allowing the hound’s hot, thick semen to shoot onto her tongue, trying desperately not to taste the musky, salty shit. The gooey dog-slooge ran out the corners of her lips, dripping off her chin and forming a pool on the ground, where the steaming juice began to cool. Duke continued to hump his prick in and out of her clinging lips, his prostate and asshole squeezing again and again as he got his rocks off, whining and grunting, growling, face-fucking the negress full of his steaming-hot, strong-smelling doggy sludge.

Finally the huge dog was finished; his squirts of juice were losing velocity, and his big prick was going soft. Sasha let the slimy dogdick slip out of her mouth. The dog dismounted, shaking his dripping prick in her face, where a few drops of potent semen flew into her eyebrows and lashes. There she sat, panting, debased in every sense of the word, dog jism oozing off her face, as G changed camera angles to show the pool of thick slooge on the ground under her well-fucked mouth.

“Rub that shit on yo’ tits, honey,” G panted, changing angles again, rubbing his own crotch lewdly as he operated the camera. Sasha responded, in a trance. “Yeah, that’s it, rub it in good,” he breathed as she massaged the lumpy semen into her tits, mugging for the camera, making her nipples stand up hard as she masturbated them with dog-lube. He had hoped the dog would take longer to blow – this chick was hot stuff! He still had some tape to use up. “That’s real good, Sasha. Now git on all fours.”

Stunned speechless, numb spiritually almost to the point of catatonia from having sucked off a dog, Sasha didn’t move fast enough for D’s taste. He whipped a leather belt out from somewhere. “Did you hear me, bitch? I said git on all fours! Fuckin do it NOW!” He whipped the belt across her back, which was wet and slimy with the Dane’s jism and drool, really leaning his considerable weight into it. The beating left a long red welt across Sasha’s back. She shrieked like a banshee and immediately got on all fours. Doggie-style.

“Now take that shit and scoop it into your pussy. DO IT, BEEOTCH!” And after a fashion: “Oh, yeah! You know how.” Sasha turned so her ass faced the camera, tears streaming down her face; thick, strong dog spunk had begun to congeal and clot there. Spreading her shaking legs wide, she scooped up some of Duke’s jism with her left hand and began to rub the congealing shit on her labia. Almost against her will, her cunt responded to the masturbation and opened like a lotus flower. G was hunkered down, and he zoomed the camera lens in so far her was able to capture the puffy pink insides of Sasha’s pussy on tape.

Sasha stuck fingers inside, lubricating her already-wet pussy with the dog’s lumpy, slimy spunk. Removing her hand, she scooped up some more of the shit and shoved it inside. Almost against her will, Sasha was getting turned on! Her pussy walls were beginning to contract around her fingers as she masturbated herself with the dog jism. Reaching down, she rubbed some of the spunk on her clit, pinching the thing. She moaned, her legs almost collapsing as she went into her orgasm. “Ugh, mmngh, ugh, ugh, ooooh, ooooh, Oooooh, OOOOOOOOH!”

By now G had taken his own prick out of his pants and had been playing with it; his camera work was getting jerkier and jerkier as his hand did the same. Watching the grunting, masturbating girl had proved to be too much for him and he fairly threw the camera down, jacking his own prick off in her face as she got off in the dog slime. “Ugh,” he grunted, “UGH! Cumming! Cumming, you dog-slut! Ugh, oh, ugh, UGH! BITCH TAKE THIS TOO!”

With that G ejaculated onto Sasha’s already-dripping face and hair.

Sasha collapsed into the puddle of dog semen. She was covered with seed and smelled like a dog!

And she felt more alive then ever she had before.

***

“Heya go, bitch,” G said as he put his oozing black prick away and threw a stamp baggie of tiny crack rocks into her panting, still-dripping face. “Ye did good. Dat dawg neva hed hed so good. Next I wan’ you t’fuck ‘im. Now split. Git outta he.”

***

Not wanting to go home: to that terrible place she had once thought of as home. Ever.

***

In the intervening weeks Sasha had fought for and won herself a “pad” in a filthy, piss-smelling alley behind a popular tittie bar in Spanish Harlem, a money-making place; a place in which she could turn her dark and hopeless tricks. During those few proving weeks Sasha was sick and she was very lucky her internal organs didn’t just give out – she was incredibly close. Her only nourishment came in the form of some occasional burritos and tacos ankara otele gelen escort from a nearby taqueria (eaten cold), a few Twinkies and once in a while some fuckin’ cashews or something, forced down her throat by her pimp – they weren’t the first things he’d rammed down her throat. Her mind languished, sustenance coming from the perverse, twisted camaraderie of mutual addiction and pathologic subservience to drugs that belonged to her and to the very few dingy, scabby, pock-faced, crack-smoking people she had met and somehow trusted. The noise and screaming and sometimes violence from the tittie bar went on and on, all night long. They sucked the Almighty Pipe.

A now-affirmed dog-sucker, unable to sleep, craving her drugs, Sasha sometimes now found herself in her soiled sleeping bag absently sticking her splayed-out fingers inside her stretched pussy lips, trying to fool her wet cockhole with the illusion of girth, the girth of a big cock, maybe the girth of the cock of a fucking bull, closing her eyes and grunting and panting, now imagining herself with the big, huge, gristly-red dick of that farm-dog inside her. Shit, it almost seemed now like her cock-hole craved rape by that Great Dane! Her cunt lips were puffy and stretched out now like overextended rubber bands and when she relaxed the muscles her slimy soon-to-be dogcock-hole opened way beyond its usual size; to her shock, her fingers were no longer enough to get those familiar nerves thrumming.

Sasha gasped as she shoved her hand inside and her middle finger touched her ragged G-spot. She was now convinced that the “G” stood for “Great Dane”. Sasha felt empty inside. She actually looked forward to G’s assertion that soon the Dane would rape her vaginally!

At this point in her initiation to the perverse world of bestiality, the thought of sex with a big dog was mind-blowing. At no point did it ever occur to her that soon, she might be having sex with an animal much bigger and stronger, much more beautiful than a fucking dog!

***

G came by to get her the next day; how he had known where to find her was a mystery, but she had ceased to wonder why or care when the dude flashed in her face a crack pipe with a fat “wake-up” hit on it. He could’ve put a ring and chain through her nose and led her around by it, for all the self-control she had in the face of the drugs.

They took the bus to the little house in Harlem. The now-familiar smell of sex and strong, stale semen hit her at the front door, almost knocking her backward. She had almost had second thoughts, but then G was loading that pipe…and, ah…

***

…and Sasha fell back into the whirling vortex:

Before she knew what was happening, she was naked and on all fours, her knees digging into a prayer rug placed on the cold linoleum floor. Behind her she heard a gruff-voiced man shout: “Let ‘im GO!” The sound of nails scrabbling on linoleum, and then, unseen: the grunting Dane’s snout and tongue in her pussy, sniffing and licking her. “Oh…OH!” she cried in surprise, then: “Ugh, Ugh, UGH!” as the dog found her slit with his long pink tongue, slopping it with warm saliva, reciprocating the favor she had bestowed upon him on the occasion of their last rendezvous.

The big, horny dog’s loins were humping at the air as he whined and sniffed and licked Sasha’s now-sloppy cunt. His erection, huge and crimson and stiff as a rail spike, vibrated like a tuning fork, and the smell of the dick began to waft through the closed air of the little set. The big dog’s semen-swollen balls ached in their tight, wrinkly sac.

From G, somewhere off to one side: “Howzat, baby? Howya like dat head? Bet you never had it so good.” The whirling sound of the cameras seemed to come from all around her. The dog hit her tender, stiff clit with the side of his tongue and fireworks went off in her head as, grunting and heaving her belly, she began to cum. Crying out now, mewling like a newborn kitten, Sasha spread her shaking thighs wider, her pussy opening up like a flower, humping her cunt onto the horny dog’s licking tongue. The grunting, slobbering animal hooked into her hole, stretching the lips, and she exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm. Clear, sticky fluid gushed from her pussy from around his embedded tongue and the big dog lapped it up, grunting, nostrils flaring, thrusting his stiff cock in the air. The smell of this bitch in heat was making the Dane crazy! He was ready to mate!

Unbidden by the men the Dane mounted Sasha; whining and slobbering, he squeezed her sides, vise-like, with his gauze-wrapped claws. He jabbed his knobby red boner at her pussy lips but she was crouched down too far; he consoled himself for the moment by rubbing his semen-slick dong on her heaving back. Little spurts of doggie lube shot from him, leaving shiny snail-trails on Sasha’s smooth ebony skin as he jacked off on her.

G came to his rescue: With one hand he reached under Sasha’s belly to lift her up; with the other, he grabbed the Dane’s penis about halfway down its long shaft. He could feel the thing throbbing, feel the heat it was giving off as he guided it toward the bitch’s wet snatch. The dog’s cockknob flared as it hooked into Sasha’s sopping wet, horny twat, spraying lumpy dogcocksnot all over her pink, puffy cuntlips as G guided him in. With a grunt, the Dane humped more than twelve inches of throbbing dogdick up into Sasha’s well-lubricated hole!

Sasha’s puss lips snapped closed on the shaft of the hard dong, hugging it lewdly. The dog began to hump, shoving in more and more dick with every thrust. Pretty soon she had all thirteen inches inside her; she could feel the dog’s furry sheath tickling her labia, and her lips were stretched to massive, gargantuan proportions. His big, swollen balls were knocking against the bottom of her cunt lips. When he slid his shaft out, it felt as though those lips were being abraded by sandpaper!

Making increasingly ugly noises, Sasha began to cum as the big dog pumped in and out of her: “Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, unnghh, mmmnn, um, oh, ooh, ugh, ughh, Ughhh, Unuugh, UUUUUUNGH!” she grunted as the dog took her into her orgasm, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids, thrusting her ass back and forth, beginning to match her fucking rhythm to that of the animal. Sasha could feel that big dick throbbing inside her, and she couldn’t believe that “smoking a pipe” this way could feel so fucking good!

With every thrust, Sasha could feel the Dane’s balls tightening on her clit. She could feel her lover’s prick throbbing inside her. His prick continued to squirt warm, lubricating juices into her doghole and the juice was running out of her in lumpy, steaming-hot freshets, forming a puddle on the ground underneath the humping lovers. The wet thrusting, the throbbing was incredibly sexy and in spite of herself, Sasha felt herself cumming again!

In a frenzy, they screwed and humped and mated like the animals they were. Her pussy munched and pulled on the Dane’s gristly red dogdick, the big thing making noises like a toilet plunger as the big animal thrust it in and out of Sasha’s puffy pink snatch. His muscular flanks worked, heaving and thrusting; his dark brown eyes were glazed over with pleasure. He slobbered all over Sasha’s shivering back, licking her spine up and down, licking up his own slobber, as he thrusted himself in to the sheath, his hips working like a powerful machine. His balls made a slapping noise against Sasha’s puffy cunt as he screwed himself in all the way; with his backward thrust, the lips were sucked almost all the way out of her, clinging to his stiff prick like they were glued to it.

Then the well-trained stud dog began to grind his hips, rotating the throbbing head of his meat inside Sasha, instinctively knowing how to drive her crazy!

She shrieked, her nipples so stiff in their arousal they felt achingly sore. She humped back against the dog’s loins, reaching down to feel his gristly, knifing prick as it slid in and out of her body. She reached down further and squeezed his balls, almost desperate now to milk the dog semen out of them. She twisted them, turned on to nuclear proportions as she listened to the dog grunt with pain and pleasure.

Sasha gasped as the throbbing, knobbed end of the dog’s prick ballooned out, swelling to the size of a big man’s fist, deep inside her. She knew the big Dane was about to blow his wad! Panting and gasping with desperation, jabbering with heated pleasure, she reached down and with all her strength, squeezed the animal’s cum-swollen, throbbing balls, twisting them in their wrinkly sac, desperate for the animal’s jizz to quench the fire burning out of control in her cunt!

Grunting and heaving his hips, his loins and back locked in a rictus of pleasure, licking her spine up and down, the hot Dane ejaculated into Sasha’s clinging cunt. The stiff fist inside her belly clenched and throbbed. She felt gushing warmth deep inside her as the dog’s hot jism shot into her like molten lava; it then began to cascade from her violated, clinging pussy lips, forming a pool of lumpy juice on the ground underneath the fucking lovers.

With warm dog semen cascading out of her, Sasha’s well-fucked cunt loosened up, letting the dog’s prick slide in and out of her like a piston in a well-oiled machine. Steaming jism dripped off the dog’s balls as they swung back and forth, smacking Sasha’s swollen pink snatch lips, making her grunt and cum again noisily as that oozing, slippery wetness inside her belly drove her crazy! The Dane gave a high-pitched whine as Sasha tightened her vaginal muscles, momentarily trapping the throbbing head of his prick in her wet maw. Then he was thrusting again, forcing his slooge to drip sloppily out of her, making noises like a sloppy toilet being plunged.

Sasha rotated her hips, moaning, pulling her pussy up and down on that stalk of gristle, her orgasm over, trying to pull free. The dog whined and licked her back, the spasms of his ejaculation just about over, but the knob of his prick was still hard; his throbbing nugget was still hung up deep inside Sasha’s belly. Thick, lumpy, stringy Great Dane slooge continued to leak from around his embedded dog dick, but he couldn’t move the thing save just the merest nudge. The dog was hung up inside a woman!

The dog whined and simpered and pulled back hard with his powerful hips. With a squishy “Pop!”, his softening prick finally pulled free of her clinging vagina. More semen gushed out of her, joining the clots of dogjuice on the ground underneath her fucked-out, heaving hole. Still clinging to her, the big Dane rested his softening prick on Sasha’s collapsed back; he squirted onto her his last little freshets of thick dog-lube, which ran off of her and spattered on the ground as she heaved, feeling the last jagged nerve-tingles of her dog-induced orgasm.

After a while, the dog dismounted. Burying his snout between her stretched, dripping cunt lips, the animal began to eat her out, licking up congealing lumps of his own jism as they poured from her violated cooze. Humping her pelvis back toward the licking dog, Sasha felt yet another burning orgasm burrowing its way through her loins! She didn’t think she had ever come so many times in a row!

The Dane’s prick hung, limp now, from its furry sheath, thick juice oozing from the now-deflated knob. He made slurping, sucking noises as he ate out Sasha’s well-fucked pussy. He sniffed, blowing air into her cunt as he licked her good! The smell of rancid dogdick and cummy pussy filled the air of the closed set as cameras continued their muted whirrrr.

Judging by the smell this bitch was still in heat, but the big dog knew he had serviced her well.

***

Blackness.
“Heeyago, beeotch.”
She opened her eyes.

G stood before her, holding a twenty rock between his thumb and index. In his other hand he held the pipe.
“C’mon, wake up, baby! Hees yo stuff. Ye deeod gud.”

She came awake instantly. Scrambling to her knees, crawling ankara rus escort on all fours, she resembled the animal she’d become.

In a frenzy now, beyond words, she gesticulated wildly for the rock.

G dropped the thing into a lumpy, congealing puddle of cold dog semen. “Haw Haw!” he bellowed.

“Lemee see how bad you want it, baby?”

Sasha dived.

***

Sasha had trouble walking for a week after the dog-fucking.

Her cunt felt stretched and loose. When she became aroused at one thing or another, cuntjuice would run sloppily down her leg, staining whatever tattered underwear she happened to be wearing.

She had dreams about the raping dog; in one, the animal was screwing her, ramming himself in and out of her ruined slit, while cameras whirred on and on in the background. There was some kind of tarp or matte material enclosing the small booth in which this fucking was taking place. All of a sudden the curtain fell. Watching this act were her family, the crack heads from the alley, a girl with whom she had attended the 5th grade. She woke from these dreams sweaty and with her cunt feeling empty; she felt as through, after the dog rape, she could never be filled up again, vaginally.

But G had big plans for her!

***

Sasha, watching from off-camera:

The big palomino pony grunted with desperate pleasure as LaKeneisha reached down to help him work the head of his hard, veiny prick into her sloppy wet cunt. She was suspended from the strong back of the slobbering animal in a flimsy harness made from an old sheet; she was moaning and drooling and holding fast to his heaving ribcage as he thrust, rounding his flanks and ass with bestial power. In heat for him now, the big negress reached down and raked her red-painted fingernails up and down the shaft of the pony’s throbbing pink-black dong, reaching down and feeling around by his hairy sheath and balls, making the huge animal’s cock jump and dance as she felt spurts of slick, slimy pony-lube squirt up inside her loose, nappy gash. The pony’s cock was so hard that the skin was stretched tight around the shaft of his dong. From here, she could even catch the rancid, bestial scent of the pony’s cock. It was the smell of animals mating, and that fact excited her even more.

The humping stud pony dropped his massive, proud head between his quivering front legs and began to lick LaKeneisha’s face and thick mulatto lips as he made love to her, amazed at the pleasure she was giving him. Neighing with sensation, he tossed his head, his long, flowing mane adding counterpoint in perfect rhythm to her grunts and cries of delight as he thrust and she felt inches of thick pony cockhead and shaft begin to enter the mouth of her cervix.

“EEEEH, EEEEEEEE, UNGGHHHH, UNNNNNH, UMNNNNNNNNNH!” LaKeneisha cried out as, inch after inch, her cunt began to stretch to encompass the huge girth of the pony’s hard-shafted dong. With each thrust of his powerful hips the animal buried more of his thick, drooling, throbbing truncheon inside her hot, wet belly. She raised her head and opened her mouth, gasping with mingled pain and pleasure, and suddenly she and the hard pony were tongue kissing. She could taste in his saliva hay and oats and animal lust.

With a twisted, agonal look LaKeneisha reached up to scratch the pony’s hairy chest as he fucked her, her impassioned breath coming in and out like a bellows. It was like a wildfire raging across a hillside as she raked her slutty crimson-painted fingernails through the brush of coarse hair on his heaving chest. She told the pony she loved him as they kissed, their mingled saliva running down the side of her neck and matting her hair.

One of the pony’s stiff, wiry hairs poked into her clit and LaKeneisha screamed as she came, her cunt cramping like a vise around the thick animal dong that was invading her. Her legs clung desperately to the pony’s heaving flanks; her cramping arms held his bulging shoulder muscles in a death-grip. She had never come so hard. No man had ever fucked her so well.

The smell of cummy pussy filled the air, inflaming the stud pony’s senses. He tossed his proud head and thrust his loins, ramming his thick, hairy-sheathed cock into the screaming nigger’s juicy twat again and again. Having just cum, she opened up like a flower for him and took more than ten big inches of pony in a thrust! Cunt juice squished from LaKeneisha and dripped off the shaft of the pony’s cock, matting down the wiry hair on his leathery sheath. His packed balls drew up and the head of his cock bulged and throbbed as her cum-slick pussy rubbed it raw.

LaKeneisha gripped the pony’s shoulders, screaming, as his flanks worked and his prick fucked in and out and swelled to unimaginable size and he grunted and began to shoot hot, gooey wads of thick pony spunk into her horse-stretched twat. Thrust after thrust filled her, and the smelly cum began to squish out between her legs, gushing out as the big animal came and came. She could feel the dong inside her bulge again and again as drooling strands of jism farted from her violated cunt, soaking the harness from which she was suspended, running down into the hay below the two humping lovers.

From off camera:

G clapped his hands, twice; Sasha awoke from her trance, in which she had been watching this mating with vapid attention, and stumbled onto the makeshift stage. She staggered against the still- thrusting, quivering, smelly ass of the pony. She knew instinctively what her job was.

Reaching from behind between the legs of the still-cumming, well-built, neighing equine fuck-machine, Sasha pulled the animal’s slimy, cummy cock, still hard, out of LaKeneisha’s stretched, well-fucked pussy. The negress’s cunt made a squishy “POP” sound as Sasha pulled the still-flaring, oozing knob out; LaKeneisha grunted in pain as the throbbing head of the pony’s cock was forcefully ripped from her clinging snatch. Sasha then stuffed the sopping head of the thing into her mouth, sucking the residual spunk out of and off of the cock as the pony’s flanks shivered and he worked off the last spasms of his climax. Light-headed with the bestial odor of equine cock, she worked her hand up and down the slimy, veiny shaft, milking all the lumpy, potent pony spunk she could get onto her wagging tongue before swallowing.

“Mmmmm! MMMMMMN!” She cried, mugging for the camera, sidling to the left of the grunting, neighing pony and bending his oozing, shrinking penis toward the camera. Thick jism bubbled out of the flared head of the ponycock and she lapped it up, sticking her tongue out and letting the thick, bubbly pony slime drip off of it.

Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, smiling somehow through her thick, creamy, sticky lips.

***

“See? Wasn’t that easy?”

LaKeneisha’s question seemed somehow rhetorical. Filming was done and she and Sasha were in the fetid, stale-urine-scented bathroom of the trailer behind the little house, each of them clutching reverently a brand-spanking-new glass stem. With both of them crowded into the tiny water closet there was hardly enough room to stand up, let alone sit on the cracked, stained potty. G had told them to meet him there in 15 minutes; then, he said, he would let them have their well-earned dope. The girls were alternately burning with cigarette lighters and distending with their blackened fingers balls of fresh new copper wool that glinted and gleamed and seemed to wait breathlessly, as if in anticipation of a hundred fat rocks. They had attempted to clean themselves up in turn in the filthy sink (Sasha had gone as far as to try to brush her teeth with a grimy, street dirt-stained finger); nonetheless, both of them still reeked like horses having sex.

Sasha could feel in her gut the pony cum she had swallowed; it sat there like a lead weight, making her feel full and slightly nauseated. Yet somehow it felt right, as through she had lived her whole life, taken every single breath, to be abused… to be violated this way! It was as though she had become an animal herself, a lover of male dogs and horses, and her body was trying to tell her so. Oh, God! Fuck! Where was G with that fuckin’ crack?

Knock-knock-knock.

***

LaKeneisha curled back the stained elastic waist band of her damp, smelly, pony-soaked panties and frantically jabbed the hooked index finger of her right hand into the tight-lipped mouth of her stretched, swollen puss hole, trying desperately to scratch the maddening itch that had developed deep inside her just minutes after the huge stud pony had dismounted and Sasha had helped him yank his big dripping, shrinking cock free. Her fat, swollen, reddened snatch lips clung to her finger as she withdrew it; the finger was greasy-wet and oozing clots of thick, milky, musky-smelling fluid – a lumpy, creamy composite of grayish, potent pony semen and her own slick, sticky juices.

“Ugh,” she grunted, sniffing her finger cautiously before popping it into her mouth and then sucking it clean. “Goddamn! Another fuckin’ yeast infection!” And then: “Who’s got the pipe?”

***

From a journal kept by Sasha:

June 18

Finally able to save enough money selling some of the crack G gives me to pay for a tiny, closet-sized room in an SRO on the East side. It’s like living in Hell, with junkies and whores running in and out all night and day, but it has a mattress and a light, and it sure as fuck beats that alley. I had about $30 left after I paid for a week and so I went and got something to eat in a restaurant, if you can believe that! I think it’s the first time in about 2 months I have eaten a real meal.

I had decided to stash some of the rock I made on G’s photo shoots, and then try to sell it. Every day I would put at least one rock into the plastic bag, tape the bag closed, and then drop it into the toilet tank in the bathroom of the trailer.

When I finally went back to get the bag, it was gone. I know that cunt LaKeneisha is the one who found it and stole it. I can’t prove it, though, and I don’t know what I would do if I could. I continued to stash dope but started burying it in a coffee can, in the dirt behind the trailer. I went down to 42nd earlier tonight and sold it. That’s why I had a little money.

I am not proud of the things I have done while working for G. I have sucked the dirty, slimy cocks of dogs, ponys (sic) and horses. I have had to pick their filthy animal hairs out of my teeth and swallow their rancid cum loads. But finally I am off these awful streets. Hurray for me!

June 19

Today I took a bus to G’s makeshift studio in Harlem to shoot my scene for the day, another nasty sex scene with another horny, smelly, raw-boned gray pony up my cunt. I was there to get my crack.

G introduced me to a big black dude he called Poot. Poot asked me if I would be willing to fuck one more horse… one more horse, and then that would be it! Poot said if I could take on this horse, I would be a star! And I could retire, and smoke all the rock I want! All day long!

***

Hanging in a stained, swinging fishnet hammock under Union Dues now, gripping for dear life the Percheron’s muscular shoulders, the powerful stallion’s thick, smelly, cum-slimy erection sliding back and forth across her slippery belly, between her heaving tits, trying to find its inevitable target, his short loin hairs tickling hers and making her crazy, her erect clit shivering with horse-induced pleasure. Slimy Percheron pre-cum coats her belly, wells between her heaving, hard-nippled breasts:

“FUCK ME, UNION DUES!!!” she cries, hunching and humping up at the horny horse’s loins and belly with her hips. “Oh, Please, PLEASE fuck me, horsey!!!”

With a bestial, flared-nostril grunt the huge brute draws his powerful hips back and finds his mark, ramming his titanic, vein-etched black-and-pink dong forward and back, slamming his turgid animal prick in and out of the wet, clingy, musky hole finally presented to him. With each commanding thrust, he sinks more of the fucker home. The huge, pink, swollen, turned-on lips of Sasha’s labia cling to his aching dong as the big horse withdraws. As he plows it back in, as Sasha screams, her labia is stuffed back inside her. Gripping his powerful, heaving flanks between her quivering thighs, she screams that she loves him. Then she begins to bleed.

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I hope you have read parts 1 through 4, to have a better idea of what is going on.

Luke, Maureen, Jessie and Mike exchange gifts early Christmas morning, and offered us themselves as a bonus gift. One, I would say, left Mike speechless for a bit.

Mike and I exchanged gifts as well, and then we watched as the girls decided they had to try out the dildo. They sat across from one another and started kissing. As they did, I sat back and watched. Mike was sitting up and taking in the sight of these two beauties getting hot.

They each worked the toy inside them and started rocking back and forth, kissing the whole time. It wasn’t long before they both started cumming. Mike shook his head in disbelief, “Holy Fuck. That is so Hot.”

I agreed with him and told him to sit back, because I doubt that they are done. I was right. The girls then took the toy out and started to 69, right there on the floor.

Mo was on top, and her ass was pointed right at us. I looked over at Mike and saw his cock was quite hard now. Mine was growing too. Mike is definitely blessed when it comes to dick.

The girls kept going at it. Moaning a great deal, and I know Mo had came once, since they got in that position. I got up and walked towards them and motioned Mike over. He hesitated at first, then came and joined me.

I whispered to Mike, “Go on, take Mo from behind. She’s been wanting you since you walked into this house.” He looked at me, “Really? No Shit?”

“No Shit buddy. It’s just sex between best friends. Enjoy”

He knelt behind Mo and rubbed his cock on her slit. I could hear Jessie tell him, “That’s it Babe, fill her pussy with that gorgeous meat. Fuck her good, like it is me”

His cock slipped inside her, and all we heard was, “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

“About time you filled my hole” “We share everything around here mister, so enough of this walking on eggshells. Fuck Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

Mike did as he was told and started fucking her hard. Jessie slipped out from underneath them and came and stood by me. Her hand was on my cock in no time, stroking it to their rhythm.

Jessie then walked over to Mike, bent down a little and started kissing him. “Fuck baby, doesn’t her pussy feel great? God you look so sexy and hot, fucking her”

Mike smiled and said, “Why aren’t you and Luke fucking then?”

Jessie needed no more comments and got on her knees too, touching Mo and facing Mike. I got behind her and entered her for the first time in ages.

As I did, I leaned over and kissed Mo. “Very Merry Christmas Guys”, Mo said.

Jessie moaned out’ “Very Merry Fucking Christmas. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”

Later that morning, after our little fuck fest, I saw Mike alone, in the kitchen. “So, any ill feelings about this morning?”

He chuckled, “No. Not Really. I wasn’t sure at first, until you said go ahead, and then later, when Jess and I went back upstairs and she damn near raped me. Then we talked and found out exactly how she felt about this.”

“Just so you know, she loves you two a great deal and has been dying for this to happen since I came back. At first, I really wasn’t sure how I was going to react. But then watching her face when you were in her, and the complete joy she was having, really turned me on. Add that with the woman I was in, and Wow.”

“Mo has that way about her, that’s for sure. Trust me, when we first hooked up, I thought for sure she would have dumped me for a younger guy. But the more time we spent together, the more we couldn’t stand being without one another. I even now take those testosterone pills, you can get at GNC. Trust me, they work too.”

“But, we have always been upfront about sex. I would never deny her pleasure. Not from me, or anyone she would like to have it with. As long as she comes home to me, and loves me. She was upfront about Jessie, right from the beginning, and who I am to deny her that pleasure, and I hope you won’t either. They are so close and I know love one another. So we share.”

Mike smiled, “Yeah. I could see that when they kissed. But watching them together, was one of the hottest things I ever saw. Oh yeah, so you know. Jess wants me to get my dick pierced now. She said she is getting her lips done. I have to admit, that felt so cool.”

I laughed and said, “Hey, It is not that bad. The 3 weeks without sex sucks, but now that we can again, well shit, I have to admit, it has heightened, not only Mo’s orgasms, but mine too. I never thought in a million years I’d do anything like this”

“Also, if you two ever want to play again, we are always up for it, no pun intended.”

Mike laughed and said, “That’s cool, but I’ll let Jessie take control of that. If she wants too, then I am game, but for now, only with you two.”

“Well, I can understand that. But if you ever want to experience a great time, try doing a 3some with those two. They will wear your ass our Jarhead.” Mike laughed and said he had better get going, they were going visiting in a bit, as we were too.

As Mo and drove her new car down to her parents house, I told her about the conversation with Mike. Mo was relieved that Mike was ok with all of this.

She was quite happy. “Great. Just know Baby, you are the only man I am in love with and that will never change. You get the whole package, where the others only get what I give them, which is sex, and sex only.”

I smiled at her and said, “Same with me Babydoll, same with me.”

Jackie and John, and the kids were already there and waiting on us. I already had this feeling that we were going to be inundated with questions and then oohing and awing. John and Bob congratulated me and then wanted to check out the SUV. Typical guys.

Jackie gave me a long hug, pressing her boobs into me tightly. Jackie is a looker, that’s for sure. Same height as Mo, but weighs about 120 lbs, and has black hair, to Mo’s red. Jackie is a runner and into kick boxing too, and her breasts are smaller than Mo’s, but far from flat..

She whispered in my ear, “Take care of my baby sister you, or you will answer to me. Give her everything she wants and needs, and you will be a happy man.”

Of course at dinner, it focused on when are we going to set a date, and we both said later in the coming year. But haven’t really talked about that yet.Mo did ask Jackie to stand for her, as Matron of Honor.

I thought she would have Jess for that, but this made sense. I could tell that this was going to be a big wedding. Yikes. I’ll just stand back and let it happen. My ex and I did it in front of a judge.

It was now going on 7pm and we decided to hit the road. Mo had texted with Sarah earlier, and made plans to stop over there this evening. Just to exchange gifts is all. I guess they were at both of their parents today, so I figure they would be tired too.

On the way over, Mo told me that Jess and Mike were going away for a few days, down to North Carolina, near his old base, to visit with friends, over the New Year time. I said great. Let’s see if these two want to join us at our house this time, especially if they can get the hot tub done before then.

It was good timing because Brad and Sarah were just unlocking their door, to go inside when we pulled in. They waited for us to go inside. Once inside, we went into their living room and Brad turned on the lights.

Sara was beaming and grabbed Mo’s hand and looked at the ring and shrieked, like girls do. Brad congratulated me and Sarah and Mo kissed, then Sarah kissed me, a little passionately too. Mo did the same to Brad as well. I had to admit, once her tongue entered my mouth, I had thoughts of stripping her and fucking her right on the floor, but thankfully, she broke the kiss and said, “Let’s get some wine and toast the newly engaged couple.”

We did a toast and then opened gifts. A case of wine from us and a $100 gift card to their favorite restaurant. They got us a gift basket with wine and cheese and meats in it and a restaurant gift card too. Nothing fancy, but thoughtful, as you would with any friends.

Sarah asked then, “Any date set yet?” We both answered no at the same time, then laughed. Then Mo said to them, “But, when we do, you will be one of the first to know, and we would like you two to be in the party.”

Sarah’s mouth was agaped. “Really? But I am sure you probably have closer friends than us.”

“No. We really want you two in it. I think that in this short time, you know when you have good friends that you respect and even love, and you two are it, especially in what we have shared with you two”

Once again the kissing started, and Brad said it would be an honor for them. I should say here, both girls were in very tasteful dresses, not like the ones they wore in our first meeting. I knew Mo had on a black thong too. She only wears thongs, or nothing at all.

So Mo told her that her sister would be the matron of honor and her husband, John, would serve as best man. Jessie and Mike were also in the party too, but that is it.

Sarah said that this would be the first time she was ever in a wedding party, same for Brad too. So we were really glad we asked them to be a part of this. Then talk centered around the honeymoon now. We both said we don’t have a clue.

Sarah spoke, “Well, please take one. We never did go on one. We just didn’t have the money back then, but regret we never did now. Even if it is for a few days in some motel on the other side of Pittsburgh”

We all laughed and I asked them, “You guys doing anything New Year’s eve? If not, then come join me and Mo, at our house, and we’ll ring in the new year together.”

Brad nodded and then Sarah said, “Great, we’ll be there for sure. Who else is coming?”

“Just us 4.” Mo said. “Bring some clothes too, so you can spend the night with us too. Jess and Mike are going to be out of town, so we have the whole place to ourselves”, and winked at them.

“MMMMMMMMM. Brad, I do believe our lovely friends here want to ring in the new year the right way. Do you guys have an extra bed for us?”

I piped in, “Nah. You’ll find our bed quite accommodating for you two, if you so desire.”

“Oh La La. I find that very accommodating Lucas. How about you honey?” Brad just smiled and agreed with her.

“Speaking of pussy and cock, let me see how you two are healing. I take it you two have resumed your sexapades?”

Mo giggled and said, “Oh Yeah. The other night. Wow, is it fantastic. I can’t get enough of him now, and I know he loves my studs too. It seems like he cums more than he ever did and I cum really quick now too.”

“Great thing about the piercings, they do heighten the sexual experience a great deal.”

Sara then pushed Mo back and spread her legs, then took her phone out and turned on the flashlight app. She examined her pussy closely and told her she healed nicely and then kissed and licked her.

“Now whip that cock out so I can check you out.” I did and she looked all around and said it was looking good too. Then kissed the head, and slowly sucked me in. Fuck, I love her lips on me. I was only half hard and she let it pop out of her mouth..

Mo stood up then and said that we better get going. Some of us have to work tomorrow. I didn’t. I saved time up so I could be off this week. They then asked what they could bring on NY Eve.

“Nothing, except that sweet pussy and his gorgeous cock. We’ll do dinner around 8, then we’ll show you our surprise.” Mo said.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, I like surprises. Hopefully, it involves being naked. We’ll bring some smoke for sure though.” Sarah replied.

“As is the custom here, generally. Clothes come off, once inside the door, so being naked will definitely happen” Mo said.

We kissed and then left the house and headed home. As we drove, Mo said, “I really adore those two Honey.” “Me too Sweetie. I can tell Sarah just loves being friends with us, so does Brad.”

Mo giggled, “Let’s get home. Sarah got me horny, so your future wife needs some lovin, Big Time.”

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Two days later, the hot tub was delivered and set up. We had to take the hand rail down for the basement steps, so they could get it down into the basement. It took almost 6 hours for them to get it together and set up.

They told me I would have to get a vent put in, or the humidity would be quite high down in that room. They also said we could use it the next day, after the water got warmed up.

Mike helped me later that evening snake a vent line over to where the washer and dryer was located, and vent out with the dryer. Maureen was so excited, when she got home and the tub was in. She was bummed when I told her we couldn’t use that evening.

The next night, the four of us decided to try it out. We didn’t swap or anything, but we did play with our respective partners. We had both girls up on the ledge and ate them then fucked them good. One thing we noticed. Don’t fuck like wild teenagers, or you’ll get water sloshing all over the floor. Thank god it was now a cement floor that would drain out to a floor drain, outside the door.

As we sat and relaxed then, Jessie told us that Mike and her were looking to buy a house. Not that they didn’t like living there, but felt they needed their own place.

We agreed with them and I told them if they needed any help, just ask and I would see what I could do. Mike had landed a pretty good job as head of security, with a company that did work for the Defense Department.

The next night, Jessie came home and saw Mo, and handed her a pill bottle and told her to enjoy. I looked quizzically at her. She came over and showed me what was in the bottle. Inside, 2 rocks of coke. Shit. That’s a lot of money right there.

“I know. But I just would like to make tomorrow night special for us. We are not using both up though. The other for some other time for you and me. I don’t want to make this a habit.” She said.

“I don’t want us getting hooked either. Once in a blue moon is fine, but that’s it baby. We are starting a great life together.”

Lying in bed later, Mo surprised me when she asked, “You know, when we go on our honeymoon, why don’t we ask Brad and Sarah to join us. We’ll get separate rooms and all, but I bet it would be fun for us all, and they never had one.”

“If you really want too, then I am all for it. We just got to pick something cool to go too. Maybe a cruise, or something like that.”

“MMMMMMMMM. I like how you think Sweetheart.”

Mike and Jessie left the next morning. Mike figured it was 8 hours amasra escort to get there, depending on traffic. Mo had to work until noon, but then was off until the following Monday.

While she worked, I went to the store and bought our dinner. A prime rib roast. Everything else we already had at home. A good meal would help satisfy our need for whatever we planned on doing that night. The only thing I wanted to do is be inside Mo when the clock struck midnight.

Brad and Sarah showed up around 7:30. They brought a pie with them, along with beer and wine. And true to our word, we all got naked as soon as they came inside. Anymore, seeing them naked was no big deal, and we were all comfortable being like this. Of course, I donned an apron as I got the roast ready.

Dinner was a success. We all had a great time, just shooting the shit, and Sarah regaling some of the stories from the sex shop, and some of the pervs that come in there. She had us in stitches a few times.

“How often do you get hit on, by a customer?” I asked. “Daily. But I just sneer at them and ignore most of it.”

“Glad we didn’t hit on you then. I like the smiling Sarah.” I said. “Had you hit on me, then I guarantee we would not be sitting here with you two. So I am, and so is Brad, really glad you did not do that.”

Sarah raised her glass. “I am speaking for both of us when I tell you, that we cherish your friendship more than you will ever know, and that we honestly love you guys. It may have started out as sex friends, but I can honestly say for the both of us, it has transcended into something more, that is meaningful, and loving.”

I could see a tear in Mo’s eye and she spoke. “I can tell you too, that we do cherish and love you guys too. It’s definitely grown to be more than just sex between us too, and we are so lucky to have you as friends and lovers. I can’t think of a better way to spend New Year’s Eve with than with two of our best friends.”

We all clinked glasses and drank. Sarah then suggested we clean up from dinner. It only took the four of us about 15 minutes to wash everything and get it put away. We then gave them a tour of the house, except downstairs, we were saving that for later. We showed them what we got for xmas, and Sarah’s eyes lit up when she saw the double ended dildo, that Mo snaked out from way back under the tree.

“Hey. I think I sold that a couple of weeks ago to this woman. Blond, tall, really pretty too. She was checking me out too.”

Mo laughed and said that was Jessie. And yeah, she was checking you out too. Mo told her that jessie would be coming to see her soon, to get her studs put in her lips as well. Mo was paying for it. Her gift to Jessie.

“I’m not charging her or you to do that. What are friends for.” Sarah exclaimed.

It was now going on 10pm, and I suggested we go downstairs to the rec room, and play some pool. But before we went, Mo suggested going into our bedroom first. Sarah was already grabbing her purse and pulled out her weed.

They came into the room and Sarah goes, “Nice bed guys. 4 of us will fit nicely on this mammoth.” Then Mo directed their attention to the one nightstand, where she had 4 lines set up with a straw.

“Not sure if you guys wanted to partake or not, but I took a chance that you might.”

Sarah looked at Brad and he said, “Sure. We’re not going anywhere tonight. God it’s been ages for us.”

Sarah and Brad did a line each, as did Mo and then me. Damn that shit does burn. Sarah giggled and said, “Hope you guys can keep up tonight. This stuff makes me super horny all night, and well into the morning.”

Mo giggled and said, “I know what you mean. I get super charged up on this. So Brad, you better be ready later to fill this hole and fuck it hard Baby. I am going to make that gorgeous dick of yours very sore.”

I just shook my head, then said, “One rule tonight. Just before midnight, we are inside our own spouse. I want to bring in the new year with my lovely, soon to be, wife.”

They all agreed and we left to the basement. I made sure to bring the wine and beer, with Brad’s help, while the girls grabbed some glasses.

They really liked the rec room, with its pool table, flat screen, and couches. Sarah lit up a joint then and passed it around. In for a penny, in for a pound tonight.

We shot pool for a bit. Girls against guys. Mo is actually pretty good, and so is Sarah. They cheat too. As we would shoot, they would start making out, or rub their tits on us, as we lined up a shot. One time, Sarah played with my cock, which made me scratch on the shot.

It was about quarter till 11 when I said, let’s go show you our surprise. We walked them over to our new playroom, and opened the door. Sarah let out a high shrill and said. “Fucking Awesome”. Mo went on to tell them about it being a christmas gift, and got lucky to have it installed this week.

The girls climb the set of stairs I made to get in. Then Brad and I joined them. It felt great too. Mo was sitting next to Brad, and Sarah and me across from them. Mo was starting to stroke Brad, and Sarah was doing it to me.Sarah leaned into me and kissed my cheek and said, “Fuck. I can’t wait to get this cock in my hot cunt tonight.”

Mo then said. “Brad and Sarah, We would like to know if you would accompany us on our honeymoon? We think it would be fun to be with two very special people in our lives. Please say that you will.”

“Oh god Maureen. That will be yours and Luke special time. We wouldn’t want to interfere with that.”

“Bullshit. You would not be. Hells Bells. Luke and I will make love regardless, so you won’t be interfering with us. We love you guys and we want you with us, so we can all enjoy honeymoon’s together, since you two never had one.”

Brad spoke up then, “Where shall we go?” I then said, “We were thinking of a cruise. So let’s plan on it for around September or October.

It might drive some folks a little crazy, trying to figure out, who is with whom, when we go dancing and dinners.”

Maureen then said, “Enough talk, let’s party. You two, since you are our guest, sit up here and let us now make you feel even better.”

Brad and Sarah sat up on the edge, like they made us the first time with them. Mo kissed Sarah passionately, then dove right into her pussy and started eating her. Brad was kissing Sarah, so I grabbed his hard cock and started stroking it, then leaned down and took it in my mouth. As I sucked on his cock, Mo was eating the hell out of Sarah.

“Oh Yeah Mo, suck that pussy. Make me cum Baby, make me cummmmmmmmmmmm. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”

After a few minutes, Mo and I switched places. She was now devouring Brad’s throbbing cock, and I went to work on Sarah’s pussy.

“Oh god Mo, suck that cock Baby. You suck so good.” Brad moaned out. Sarah was moaning louder now, which each lick of my tongue. I spread her lips wide now and stuck mine tongue in deep, and placed a finger in her ass.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. That’s it. Right there. Tongue fuck my cunt.”

God, how I wish we were on a bed right now, so I could just slam my cock into her hot pussy and fuck her hard.

I could hear Mo sucking Brad’s cock hard now, and taking most of it as she went up and down on his long member. Mo is a great cocksucker and really loves doing it. Brad was moaning with pleasure too. I could feel Sarah starting to get goosebumps on her skin and her body tightening up on me, so I clamped down on her clit and started sucking it.

“You Fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Fuck Fuck Fuck, Cummmmmmmmminggggggggggggggggg” she yelled out and started cumming hard. I was licking as fast as I could, to catch every drop of her sweet nectar. Sara’s is just a bit sweeter than Mo’s, when they cum, and I love women’s juices.

Sarah pushed my head away as she was coming down from her orgasm. “Let me rest lover.”, she said. Mo was slowing down on her blowjob to Brad. He and I are alike in that it is hard to blow a load when high like this. So Mo let it pop from her mouth, then kissed it all over. She then scooted up to kiss Brad passionately.

I was standing between Sarah’s legs now and we kissed too. Her tongue snaked feverishly into my mouth, and our tongues danced. I truly had to get inside one of these fine ladies soon.

“Damn. You two are amazing oral specialist. You guys can eat me anytime, anywhere, or anyhow that you want.” Sarah said.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was 20 minutes to midnight. I suggest we gather our goodies and head to the bedroom and watch the ball drop, and with any luck, cum too when it strikes 12. So we got out, dried ourselves, picked up all of our belongings and headed up stairs.

As we went from kitchen, to family room, I turned off the lights, just in case. We don’t need to have uninvited guest now.

When I got to the room, Brad and Sarah were just getting ready to make love. I saw Brad enter Sarah and I heard loud moans from both. Mo had already turned on the TV to one of the channels that show’s Time Square, but the volume was low. She also just had one of our night stand lights on.

I got on the bed and Mo smiled as she spread her legs for me. “Come Baby, make love to me and ring in the new year right.” We all started making love then.

My mouth was attached to Mo’s mouth and our tongues took turn exploring the others mouth. We heard the TV say a minute to go, so the girls wrapped their legs around us and we started pumping faster. All four of us were grunting and moaning.

Skin was now slapping from both couples as midnight approached. Mo’s legs were now like a vice grip around my waist and her pussy was gripping me harder now, so she was ready to cum, and my balls were rising and that tingling feeling was starting.

Then we heard happy new year’s and Mo started cumming. Sarah was next when she heard Mo let loose, and I started pumping inside Mo’s hot box. Brad was a few seconds after me, but it felt great shooting all this cum into Mo’s velvety soft pussy.

We four then just ly there, panting and holding our mates tight. Then I then kissed Mo and said happy new year and I love you Baby. She kissed me and said the same. Brad and Sarah were also exchanging kisses and sentiments.

Brad and I both kneeled back on our haunches, and the girls sat up. Mo and Sarah then kissed a long passionate kiss. Brad and I shook hands, but then he leaned over and kissed me right on the lips and told me happy new year.

That threw me a little, but what the hell, we’ve sucked each other’s dicks, so what’s in a kiss. Mo moved over and kissed Brad and Sarah kissed me. Both women kissed us hotly. They were far from through for the night. I got up and went to the bathroom, where I have one of those small refrigerators, like a dorm room would have, and got us all water.

Sarah giggled, then said, “This was absolutely the best new years I have ever attended. Shall we make this a tradition?” Mo was quick to say, “Oh yeah. What better way to spend it, than with your best friends, and being extremely intimate too.”

We all agreed that we should make this a tradition. Just us four. Alternating houses yearly, or maybe go away together and and still enjoy this. Mo got up and asked if we all felt up to another line. We all agreed that we did.

“Good. I really want to be a porn star now. I’ve been such a good girl tonight, now is the time to let loose.” Sarah chimed in, “I’m for being a slut now. At some point, I want to try DP with you guys. Luke, you will need to be in my pussy though, since you can’t take the stud out yet. We can’t do anal with those studs in you guys, they may rip something inside.”

Mo and Brad were now in a 69 position, eating each other. Sarah and I just watched for a minute before she pushed me down and swung her leg over my head and sat down on my face. Fuck. I thought. I love eating her cunt.

As Sarah sucked and licked my cock, I made sure I took real good care of her pussy, which was extremely wet and dripping with her cum and Brad’s. If I wasn’t tongue fucking her pussy, I was fucking her ass with my tongue. Anytime my tongue went in her ass, she would push down harder on my face and suck my dick like a vacuum.

After cumming twice in my mouth, Sarah got off of me, then repositioned herself to face me and lowered her pussy down over my cock. Once the head went in, she smiled down at me, then plunged down hard, until I was buried as deep as I could be.

“Fuck. I’ve have waited all day to feel this inside me. The stud makes it even nicer too. Fuck Me Luke, Fuck me good now.”

I had been lost in what Sarah and I had been doing, to notice that Mo was riding Brad too. Riding is Mo’s favorite way to do it, unless she wants it really hard, then she wants her legs over my arms or shoulders, and me banging her as hard as I can.

“That’s it Brad, fill me with this big cock. Suck my nipples harder. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk” Mo was letting Brad know what she wanted.

As the girls fucked us, they would lean into each other and kiss, or suck each other tits. Very erotic sight to behold.

Mo broke her kiss and was smiling at me and said, “Damn Baby, you two are one sexy couple when you fuck together. Fuck that slut real good Baby”

Sarah giggled, “Oh he is girlfriend, and I love it.I want to fuck this cock all night now. I love the stud rubbing inside me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You two are super sexy together too. Fuck that bitch real good Baby.”

Brad chuckled and said, “I’m doing my best Sweetie. I have to admit, 3 studs rubbing my cock feels real good. We should video this one night, then watch it afterwards.”

We all started laughing at that, and then were asking questions on how those amature video’s are actually done.I mean you see close up’s of a couple fucking, but make it look like they are the only two there. If I was a camera man, I’d have to join in.

I looked over at the clock and saw we’d been fucking non stop now for almost 45 minutes. We had switched positions a few times, both girls cumming a few times as we fucked. This was a marathon session now, no doubt fueled by the snow.

I suggested to Sarah to get in the doggie position and she readily agreed, knowing she loved it this way. I teased her for a minute or so, Rubbing the head all over her pussy lips, then would sink only the head in, then pull back out.

“Damn it Luke, quit playing and Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Meeeeeeeeeeeeeee” she yelled.

I sunk in her then. “Umphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk” she cried out. Then I started going slow and made sure I stopped and rubbed the head over her g-spot.

“Oh Yeahhhhhhhh. amasya escort Right there lover. That’s the spot. Fuck Yeah” she moaned out.

I stayed there and did short strokes over her spot, and as I did, I leaned over her back, so I could play with her nipples and tits. As I pinched and pulled her nipples, she would let out a high squeaky shrill.

Brad had Mo on her back now. Her legs up and over his shoulders and all I could hear was her moans and their skin slapping together. Brad was fucking the hell out of her. At this rate, neither of these women were going to be letting us near them tomorrow.

Sarah was getting close again to orgasm, so I started pounding her hard from behind. Every time I thrust in, her ass came back to meet me.

“That’s it baby, Fuck Yeah, Right there, Fuckkkkkkk. Fuck Fuck Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you mother fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Sarah yelled out

She knows I love when the girls talk dirty. Mo loves doing too, but right now, she is lost in the pounding she is getting. I could feel my balls tightening up, so I knew I was finally going to cum.

“Oh Luck. Ohhhhhhhhh Lukeeeeeeeeeee, I’m going to cum all over you” As she started to cum, I slammed her a few more times, and started cumming myself.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Sarahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” is all I could get out.

Sarah’s head was now down on the pillow, buried deep in it as she came, and I was washing her insides with my juices. Her orgasm was very strong, and I think she squirted some. My cock and balls, and now thighs were just dripping with her juices.

I collapsed on her back, as her body flattened out onto the bed. Brad was fucking Mo really hard now. She was meeting his every thrust, with her own thrust of her hips. It was loud, the skin slapping together.

Brad yelled out, “Holy Shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt” and was cumming deep inside my woman.

Mo started cumming then too, “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” as her arms went around Brad’s neck then and held on for dear life.

Sarah and I rolled to our sides, with me behind her, watching these two engrossed in their orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes of rest, I got up and got us all some water again. Sex has a tendency to make you thirsty, and no one wanted wine. I also brought a bottle of tylenol with me as well, and told them all to take two and they would thank me in the morning.

The girls then faced each other, and I got behind Mo, and Brad behind Sarah and we just spooned with them. It was an exciting New Year’s Eve, but we were all spent now and wanted to sleep. The girls kissed and said happy new year’s to each other and then us guys.

The next morning, we all got up close to 11am. All a bit tired too from the previous night’s activities. I got the coffee going and asked if anyone wanted breakfast, but all I received was grunts and groans.

After sitting for almost a good half an hour, Mo suggested I get my laptop and let’s check out cruises. So we did. So many to choose from. One we all said we should stay away from was the Disney, and then another line that catered to the older crowd.

We finally settled on this one cruise line, that looked like a 7 day party. They were to stop at 4 port’s of call, on the western Caribbean. We decided on this line and checked the dates of when we could go. The first two weeks of October looked real good, since they had many rooms available. We all agreed that we would check out vacation times with work, and then Mo and I would check on a church.

A few days later, we confirmed a non denominational church that would marry us, the first weekend in October. So Mo and I signed on to the web site for the cruise and booked two rooms, that adjoined. Total cost, with airfare, was $3800 bucks, which I thought was a steal, but they had a special going. We called Sarah and Brad and told them about, and they were elated.

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It was now the end of March, and Jess and Mike had found a house and just moved out the weekend before. So Mo and I were now alone in our house, and honestly, it felt nice. Jess, and then Mike, were never a problem and we all had a good time. We never did swing again with them, but spent many a night in the hot tub together, and Jess and Mo always made time for their little get togethers.

Also, Jackie, Mo’s sister, was coming over a lot too. She and Mo would discuss the wedding, and I would just stay out of that conversation. Usually, she would come over in the evening, if John was home from work early enough, and now lately, she was coming over on Saturday’s, and spending many hours with us.

Not that I am complaining, because Jackie is definitely a looker, and I do like when she wears those spandex yoga pants, and it hugs her legs and ass nicely, and shows off her camel toe quite a bit.

The weekend before, after Jackie left, I asked Mo what was up with her sister. She seemed pretty down and very quiet.

“Oh, you noticed. She and John are going through a rough patch. He is always working, and never has time for her. He comes home, eats, then goes to bed early, saying he is so tired. They haven’t had sex in almost 5 months.”

“Holy shit”, I said. “I know, right? Christ, I’d go crazy not having sex that long. Baby. Please promise me that won’t happen to us. Where your work comes first.”

I smiled at Mo, “No worries Honey. You will always come before anything. Maybe they need to get away for a weekend or so. Reignite their passion for each other.”

“I suggested that the other week and Jackie said she even said that to John, but he was totally ignoring what she wanted, or was saying. She even bought a new babydoll outfit, and he could have cared less.”

“Damn”, I said. “Is he turning gay? Your sister is a beautiful woman. Hell, if I was married to her, I’d be finding ways to get her naked and in the sack”

Mo laughed and said, “Shit Honey, you are always horny and I think I could bring home an ugly girl and you’d want to get in her pants, if I said it was ok.” and chuckled more.

“But, do me a favor. Next time she is over, make a fuss over her. I think she still needs to know she is desirable. You know, she has asked why we are never naked when she comes over. She knows we usually go naked all the time.”

I laughed. “Miss prim and proper would be ok with us being naked?” Mo smiled then said, “She isn’t as prim as you think she is. She has a wild side. But I think John has pretty much had her put that in the closet.”

She went on. “To be totally honest. When she was in college, and came home on weekends, we would play around some.We shared a bedroom and I could hear her masturbating a few times, and I was already active with Jessie. So I told her one night, that I would like to help her out. So we did go down on each other, and it continued for about a year, until she met John, then she just stopped.”

I grinned at her and said, “You naughty little girl. But I will do as you ask and try and make her feel better about herself, the next time she comes over.”

This Saturday, I was going over to Mike and Jessie’s, to help Mike with a few projects. I had showered and was doing a few chores around the house, before I left. It was almost 11am when I came back in and saw Jackie was already here. Her and Mo were drinking coffee and in a deep conversation when I came in.

“Hiya Jackie. How are you this fine morning beautiful lady?” I said. Jackie was wearing a yoga outfit. Pink in color and it accented her breasts nicely, and I could see she was not wearing a bra, and the pants hugged every inch of her. I thought to myself, “How could John not want to tap that all the time.”

Jackie grunted and said, “I am hardly beautiful, but thank you for the compliment. At least one man pays some attention to me.”

MO spoke up and said, “Sis, you are beautiful, and very sexy too.” I smiled and added, “Jackie, you are quite sexy, I really mean that. Hell, you could make a dead man cum.”

Jackie frowned then and said to us, “I’d be happy if a certain man would cum. Shit, just get it up would be nice.”

I changed subjects by asking what plans they had for today. Mo spoke and said that since John and the kids were visiting his sister in Harrisburg this weekend, Jackie and her were going to go shopping, then come home later and have dinner together. She wants her to stay the night, and hang out with us.

I told her that sounds like a plan. I told her I should be back around 6 or 7. Maybe we could order in for dinner, so you girls don’t have to rush and just enjoy the day and company.

I got back about 6:30 that evening. Mo said that she ordered pizza for us, which was fine by me. They had already killed off most of a new bottle of wine, so they were in good spirits. I went and took another shower, since I got pretty dirty and sweaty, working over at Mike’s. When I was done, I just donned my robe and nothing more. The pizza arrived while I was in the shower.

Jackie whistled when she saw me in just the robe. “Well, almost naked. But I’ll take whatever I can get”, then giggled. I would say this woman was definitely starving for any type of sex, even if it was just seeing a guy, or gal, naked.

After eating, Mo informed me that her and Jackie were going to go soak in the hot tub for a bit, and off they went to our bedroom to change. They came out a few minutes later, just wearing robes. As they headed for the basement, Mo turned back towards me and flashed me, showing her luscious naked body to be.

She came back towards me and kissed me and whispered, “Come down in about a half an hour and join us.” I nodded and watched as they disappeared around the corner.

I waited almost 40 minutes then went on downstairs, losing the robe before I descended the stairs. I figured, what the hell, if they are naked, I might as well be too. As I started down, I could smell that undeniable sweet smell of weed, so I knew the girls were not only tipsy, but high now too.

As I got near the open door, to our newest play room, I could hear Jackie moaning a great deal, “Oh Christ, that feels so good. Don’t stop Sis. Shittttttttttttttttt”

I watched for a few more minutes as Mo was licking Jackie’s twat, as Jackie was sitting up on the outer edge of the tub. Jackie was rubbing her one nipple, eyes closed, just lost in the moment. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw me and smiled at me. My cock was at it’s hardest now, as I eyed Mo’s sweet ass pointing directly at me, and her two holes begging for some attention.

As I got in the tub, I heard Jackie say, “Holyyyyy… Christ…….. Mo. You weren’t kidding when.. You…. Oh Fuckkkkkkkkk…. Said Luke….. Was hungggggggggggggg…. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk” she squealed out.

I sat next to them as Mo continued to lick and suck her sisters pussy. Mo lifted her head a second and looked at me, “Bout time you got here. Damn Baby, she taste so gooddddddddddddddd”

I started playing with Mo’s one tit, that was closest to me, and tweaked her hard nipple. I noticed too, that she had the strap-on out, and sitting on the edge. She last used that a few weeks prior, when Sarah and Brad were here.

I changed position and now was kneeling on one of the seats, still playing with Mo’s nippple, but now I started rubbing Jackie’s tit and nipple, which got a loud moan from her. I then leaned in and took her nipple in my mouth and started suckin git. Her nipples are not as long as Mo’s, and her areolas are a lot darker than Mo’s, but her breasts look very good on her, and match her body.

As I continued to suck her nipple, Jackie’s hand first went to the back of my head and push my head harder into her tit. Then she surprised me when she removed her hand and then I felt it grabbing my cock.

“Oh My God Sissssssssssssssss. He is so fucking big.You better never let him go.”

Mo giggled, “No way am I ever letting him go. And it’s not just his dick, the whole package is just amazing.”

Jackie was getting close to cumming and Mo stopped for a second. Jackie whined, “Oh shit. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Mo looked at me and mouthed, “Kiss her, then come fuck me.” So being the good obedient man that I am, I passionately kissed Jackie. She was stunned at first, then moved her tongue into my mouth as we kissed wildly. I broke the kiss and moved behind Mo, lined my cock up with her gorgeous pussy and slipped in.

Mo groaned out, “Oh Fuckkkkkkkkk Baby” and Jackie’s eyes locked on us as I started to fuck Mo slowly.

“Oh Fuckkkkkkkkk. I am going to cum just watching you two. Damn, you two are sexy.” Jackie softly said.

As I kept fucking Mo. Mo was still eating her sister and Jackie couldn’t handle anymore and started cumming. Her groans were loud and her knees came together against Mo’s head. As Mo ate Jackie’s cum, Mo started cumming too, as I could feel her pussy grab my cock hard, as it flooded with her juices.

I pulled out of Mo and she and Jackie sat there panting and taking deep breaths. Mo stood up then and grabbed her sister’s hand and made her stand up. They embraced and kissed.

“Let’s dry off and go upstairs. We’re far from done Sis.”, Mo cooed out.

We all got out and I handed the girls some towels. They dried each other off, as I did the same to me. I was admiring Jackie’s body, as Mo slowly dried her off.

“Jackie. You are absolutely beautiful. I really mean that. You are so sexy to look at.”

“Thank you” she said. But I could tell something was on her mind. I smiled and said, “Look, what goes on here, is like Vegas, it stays here. You have our word on that. I knew what just went on was bothering her a little, but as I said this, her face relaxed, and her smile came back to her face.

Mo took her by the hand and led her to the rec room, where she lit another joint.We all shared this time and then Mo asked, “Are you enjoying this tonight?”

“Honestly?” we both nodded yes, “Yes I am. I know it is wrong to be having sex with you two, especially since it is my sister, but goddddddddd, it feels so good. I really miss doing this with Mo.”

Jackie stopped a second, then revealed, “When John and I were just a few years into marriage, we’d talk about fantasies. He asked me if I ever wanted to be with a woman. Of course I said yes. Then asked if I ever had and I did not lie and said yes, and whom it was with.”

“Oh Shit” Mo said. “Yeah. John got quiet for a minute and so I asked him if he ever wanted to do a threesome. He said yeah. So I asked him with who, as our partner, and he said you, Maureen.”

Mo giggled anadolu yakası escort and said, “No fucking way. Really?” Jackie laughed and said, “Yeah. No shit. I was a little stunned at first, but he said it was a fantasy he knew would never happen. But that was way back when we fucked like rabbits too. And that night, after our revelations, we fucked like two hours and he came 3 times, to my many orgasms.”

I have to admit, that I have seen John on a few occasions, checking Mo out. I don’t mind, and I doubt Mo would ever mind either.

Mo giggled again and said, “Well hell, I should tease the hell out of him one day and see how he reacts. Maybe get him so worked up, he takes you to bed and damn near rapes your skinny ass.”

“Fuck. I’d take anything at this point in time. But I really got to ask. Do you guys really swing, and if so, how does it affect your relationship?”

Mo looked at me, as if to say, you take this one. “Yeah. We do swing I guess. But not with Mike and Jessie. That happened one time, and of course a few 3somes with Jessie. But we do play with one couple, Sarah and Brad, who you met not to long ago.”

“We do it for fun, and No, we do not get jealous. In fact, we both get turned on when we are with the other partner. I love watching Mo and Brad fuck, and I know she loves seeing me and Sarah fuck. And I say fuck, because that is what it is, fucking. Pure sex, for the fun of sex. But Mo and I always make love afterwards, no matter what.”

Jackie had a look of lust on her face. I could tell she was getting horny and probably thinking of John fucking Mo.

“It sounds so free and open. I guess if you are getting married, there isn’t any jealousy between you two. Hell, I just want John to fuck me, make love to me, show me that I still matter to him.” Jackie said.

Mo looked at Jackie and asked, “How do you feel now? I mean, this has me very turned on and I would love to see you and Luke going at it. It really is turning me on. You and I could suck his cock together, then watch you two fuck. And while you fuck, you can eat me”

Mo rubbed her clit, then continued, “I’ll let you decide, no matter what you decide, I’ll still love you know matter what. But I am super horny right now, and I know you are too. So I am going to walk up those stairs, and into the bedroom. Come join me and enjoy each other the rest of the night”

Mo then kissed Jackie passionately, then kissed me and walked up the stairs. I stood and waited to see what Jackie would do. Mo may be got up 3 steps, and jackie was right on her heels. I followed behind, admiring her fine ass. Unlike Mo, Jackie’s ass was quite tight, and she did not shave totally either. She had a dark patch that was like a landing strip, that stopped just above her clit.

When I got to the bedroom, just the small night stand light was on, and the 2 girls were groping and kissing one another. Mo motioned me over to lay on the other side of Jackie. I went to my dresser and got out my trusty cream and applied it to my cock. Then Mo and I each took a nipple in our mouth and started sucking them. This drove Jackie wild.

After a bit, we both licked our way down Jackie’s belly, and to her mound. Mo and I kissed there and then Mo started licking her sister’s engorged clit. Now Jackie’s clit sticks way out, which I find sexy as hell. Mo’s does too, almost like a little dick.

I shifted and picked up Jackie’s leg and placed it over my shoulder and chest, spread her cheeks some, so I could have access to her ass and pussy. I started licking her pussy lips, then down to her ass. When I heard her moan, I stayed right there and licked her ass.

“Oh Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk. It’s been sooooooooo long since someone ate my ass. Shit you guys are driving me crazy, Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” she yelled out.

I kept on tongueing her ass as Mo sucked her clit. Then I saw Mo snake her finger into Jackie’s hot little hole. So I licked one of my fingers and slowly inserted into Jackie’s tight ass. We both started finger fucking her, which was driving her wild. I could feel Mo’s finger, through the thin membrane that separated the two tunnels of pleasure. A few moments later we heard,

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Yessssssssssssssssssssssss.. Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmingggggggggggggg”

Both Mo and I took turns licking her cum from this hot slit. Then we kissed, sharing our bounty with each other. Jackie tasted almost as good as Maureen, at least to me she does.

We broke the kiss, as Jackie was coming down from her orgasmic bliss. Mo whispered to me, “Fuck Her good Baby”

I got up and moved Jackie, so her ass was near the edge of the bed and then Mo got up and swung a leg over Jackie’s head and brought her pussy down on Jackie’s face.She grabbed Mo’s ass and started sucking her pussy. I leaned down and ate Jackie again. Jackie moaned really loud into Mo’s quivering twat.

I stood then and rubbed the head of my cock, up and down Jackie’s slit, and then slowly inserted inside her. The head was just entering her, when Jackie pushed up on Mo, and had her move off. Jackie then looked at Mo, then me, then back to Mo.

“Fuck Sis, are you sure?” Jackie pleaded. Mo smiled down on her sister and said, “Hell Yeah. Enjoy that cock Sweetie. You can fuck him anytime you want it. I love you”

Jackie looked at me, and grinned, then said, “Please go slow Luke. It’s been ages since I have anything inside me, let alone a cock this size.”

I did as requested, and inched my way in. It took almost a minute before I was deeply embedded inside this Hot pussy. She was very tight, almost virgin tight. Mo was laying next to her, stroking her hair and face, then kissing her softly. As she did, Mo would talk to her.

“Doesn’t that hard cock feel great inside your tight pussy Sweetie? Wait until you feel those two balls sliding in and out as you fuck him. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”

“Oh Fuck Sisssssssssssssssssssssssssss. God, this cock is amazing. Fuck Me Luke. Give it to me now”

I started slowly at first, and every thrust in was met by Jackie thrusting her hips, up and into me. Then I started varying my speed. Fucking her hard for a minute or so, then slowly. Jackie had already cum twice now, while fucking.

Now I took her legs and put them shoulders. I needed to cum as well. Mo looked at me and smiled, “Fuck her good Baby, fill her with your cream.”

I started banging her now, pretty sure her pussy could handle this. You could hear skin slapping together. Mo was sucking her sister’s nipples again and rubbing her clit, as we fucked,

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck Yeah. Fuck Me Luke, Fuck me harder. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”

In no time, I could feel my balls tighten, and I was about to release my cum, deep inside Jackie. She beat me to it and was cumming. I could feel her pussy grabbing my cock tight, her legs also tightened around my neck then too.

:Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk Jackieeeeeeeeeeeeee” is all I could say. As I started filling her cunt with my juice. I was cumming hard, and shot many a rope deep inside her. I just stood there, even after pumping all my cum inside her.

“Oh My God Maureen. Oh My God. I have never been fucked this good in my life. That stud feels amazing. Fuckkkkkkkk” Jackie panted out.

As I withdrew from her hot pussy. Cum started leaking out of her. Mo was kissing her passionately now, as the two women embraced as two lovers. Then Mo had Jackie scoot up on the bed, so she was sitting back against the headboard. Mo then got between her legs and started licking the cum out.

Even though I had just came, but dick was still pretty hard, and the sight of Mo’s ass and pussy made me want to fuck her. So I climbed on the bed, behind Mo, and guided my cock inside her soaking wet pussy.

“Uhgggggggggg” is all I heard from Mo when I went inside her. She lifted her head and said, “Oh Yeah Baby, give mamma some of that cock. Fuck me Baby”

And fuck we did. I was watching Jackie’s face as I plowed into Mo’s tight pussy. I could hear Mo moan out, although it was muffled because her face was buried between her sister’s legs, and sucking the hell out of Jackie’s tasty pussy, which was full of mine and Jackie’s, cum.

Jackie had a huge irgasm as I continued to assault her sister’s pussy. Mo then lifted off of her pussy and pulled away from me, and fell to her back, spread her legs wide and told me, “Drill me Baby. Fuck me Harddddddddd”

I positioned her legs so they were in the crook of my elbow’s, and slid right back in. This was now raw sex. We both wanted it this way, and I was happy to oblige Mo. We could hear Jackie moaning, as she had two fingers buried in her twat, as we fucked right next to her.

All you could hear then was our skin slapping together loudly, as I thrusted into her. After a short bit, Mo was building up to her own orgasm, and let loose a cry, “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

As she came, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and was starting to cum as well. I pulled out after the first spurt and started shooting it all over her belly and tits. Jackie came too, when she witnessed this happening.

I was kneeling on my haunches, looking down at Mo. She was panting hard and having a hard time saying anything. About the only thing she said at first was, “Oh My God”

I leaned down now and started licking my cum from her belly. “Jackie looked on and said, “Oh shit, a man that eats his own cum. This is so Hot.” I looked at her, opened my mouth to show her the cum, then leaned over to her and kissed her, pushing the cum in her mouth.

After breaking from the kiss I said, “Now join me in cleaning her up and we’ll share it with Mo”

We did just that, and shared a 3 way kiss, making sure Mo got some of the cum too. Mo loves cum. When we finished, Jackie giggled and said, “My god, you two are a kinky as hell couple. I love this.”

After sitting there a few minutes, jackie got up and went to the bathroom, so it was just Mo and I. So I asked, “Well, do you think she enjoyed it?”

Mo giggled and said, “Based on all of her orgasms, I would say yes, and thank you Honey. I love you”

“I love you too Sweetie. Glad I could help. Now, I am going to sleep upstairs and let you two girls have this room. I think you need to talk about things and it may be easier, if I wasn’t here.”

“Oh Honey, you can stay, but you may be right. She may open up more without you here. Tell you what, after we talk, and if she feels ok with it, I’ll come get you. But if not, then I will see you in the morning.”

We kissed and said our I love you’s, and I padded off to the upstairs bedroom. It was a bit weird going to bed alone for the first time in quite awhile. But seeing it was almost 1am, and all the activity we just experienced, I was pretty tired and fell right to sleep.

I was awakened at 8:30 the next morning, by a pair of lips, sliding up and down my engorged dick. When I opened my eyes, I found it was Jackie. When she saw I was awake, she pulled off and said, “Good Morning Bro.”

Maureen was standing over by the door and giggled, “I thought you may enjoy a wake up call Sweetie. Why don’t you two enjoy yourselves, while I go shower and then make us breakfast.”

I just nodded to her, enjoying Jackie hot mouth and her ministrations that she was performing on me. We then did the 69, so I could reciprocate what she was doing to me. Jackie does have a fine tasting pussy, and I think John is a total fool for not taking care of his wife in this manner.

After a few minutes, I tapped on Jackie’s hip to signal to her that we need to do something else. She pulled off of me, then straddled my waist, and impaled herself on my cock. Once she all the way on me, she smiled down and started talking.

“I have to tell you that I really enjoyed last night. You made me feel like a woman again. And this cock feels so good inside me. If I could, I’d fuck you all day.”

“Thank you also, for letting Mo and I have the alone time. I’ve never felt this close to her, as I do now. And if you are Ok with this, Mo said anytime I needed a sex fix, to just come see you two, or just you alone.”

I grinned up at her, but was kind of shocked that Mo would accept this arrangement. Something her and I would have to discuss later, but for now, I’ll just go with the flow, as they say.

“Jackie, it was a pure pleasure being with you both last night, as it is right now. You are an amazing lover, and I would enjoy being with you again.”

I then pulled her head down towards me and we started to kiss. Very hot, and passionate kissing. With her arms around my neck, and mine around hers, I flipped us over, so she was now on the bottom. Once we were in position, her legs wrapped around my waist, and we started to make slow love.

There was no more talking, just moaning and a few grunts, especially towards the end when we both came. Just before I came, she did tell me to cum deep inside her, which I was happy to do. When we finished, and moved down to her sex and ate our cum from her, then served her a breakfast appetizer of our combined juices. She later cooed, “Now that was a yummy breakfast”

As we ate, I suggested that Jackie come over one evening with John, and let’s see if we can all use the hot tub, and if we can break down his inhibitions about being naked. Jackie laughed and said, “Well, I don’t know if he would, but it is worth a shot. I know for a fact, he has always had a little crush on my baby sister there, so maybe the chance to see her naked, just might do the trick”

MO chuckled and said, “You’re kidding about the crush part?” Jackie looked at her and said, “Oh yeah. For a long time now. I’ll bet if he could see you naked, in a setting like that, he would drop his shorts. In fact, if you two then started fooling around, I bet he may even fuck me, which is all I really want, is my husband to be my lover again.”

Jackie left shortly after breakfast, stating she had to go shopping and wanted to be home before they got back from John’s parents house, that afternoon. After she left, Mo put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. “God, I am so lucky to have a man who is so understanding.”

I looked at her and asked, “Did you really tell Jackie that anytime she need some sex, come see us, or just me alone too?”

“Yes I did, and I hope you are not upset with that. She is my sister and we share many things together, and if you are alright with it, I am, so bring her some pleasure too.”

“Well, I hope John pulls his head out of his ass, and figures out he has a gorgeous wife, and a real sex kitten. I would say she is just a notch below you in the bedroom Love, and is a very sexy lover.”

“I love you Luke so much. I hope John pulls his head out of his ass too.But remember, what went on here this weekend is between us 3, and no one else. But, I won’t lie, I’d love to experience it again with her.”

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The Ladder

When mom called us into the house I knew that I was in trouble. After all my parents thought that trouble was my middle name. I sure had been in enough of it lately too. Mostly it was centered around my little sister.

Mom said, “Randi what were you doing up that ladder?”

Randi said, “I had to get my paper airplane out of the tree.”

Mom said, “And you let your brother hold the ladder for you? I told you a million times that he only wants to look up your skirt to see your panties. Haven’t I?”

Randi laughed at mom and said, “Well I fooled him. I’m not wearing any.”

Suddenly mom turned red with anger and turned toward me. She screamed at me, she told me that I was really going to get it when my father got home, and then she told me to go to my room. I was definitely in for it this time.

The thing was that I was sixteen years old and old enough to know better. Randi was just thirteen years old and mom’s favorite. Randi could do no wrong. At least that’s what mom thought. Randi was my kid sister and I was always trying to look up her skirt and she even liked letting me do it. I had seen her bald pussy lots of times. However lately Randi just has to get me into trouble too. What else are kid sisters for? I knew that she would make it up to me afterwards though because she always does.

She was what mom called a late bloomer. Randi was almost twelve when she had her first period and then it was a few months before she got her next one. Now mom writes it on the calendar and it embarrasses the hell out of Randi. About that same time she started growing her tits too. She sure was proud of them and she would lift her shirt every day so that I could see them. Then one day she told me to lift her shirt anytime that I wanted to see them. Sure enough about a week later I got caught lifting her shirt. Mom saw me do it and of course Randi didn’t tell her that she always let me look at them, so I got the belt. After that I not only got to look at Randi’s tits every day but I could suck on her nipples and touch them as much as I wanted too.

Lately Randi had been showing me the tiny hairs that were starting to grow on her pussy. She was so proud of them that she just wanted to show them off, so of course I look. The best part is when she gets on my bed, leans back, and opens up her legs really wide so that her pussy flattens out and her moist lips open up so that I can see right down into her fuck hole. Of course she won’t let me touch her pussy but she will open it up further for me so that I can see it better. She altınordu escort is so limber that she can almost look in her hole herself. Sometimes I hold up a mirror so that she can look at it too.

Then about two weeks ago Randi started to let me poke my finger down into her hole too along with a candle that she stole from mom’s dinning room drawer. I could get my index finger all the way in right to the point where my other fingers get in the way. However I can get that candle into her six and one quarter inches because I have marked it with my thumbnail and measured it afterwards.

I was sitting in my room waiting for dad to beat me when Randi came up to warn me that dad had just come home and that mom was filling him in on everything. Then she sat on my bed and put her ankles behind her head so that I could have one last look at her bald pussy before I get beat with the belt. She told me that I could poke my finger into her so that I would have a pleasant memory to think of during my punishment. Randi even told me how sorry she was for getting me into trouble and that I could start fucking her after my punishment. That’s when dad cleared his throat and closed the door behind him.

Neither Randi nor I moved a muscle, as dad looked the situation over. There was Randi with her head on my pillow, her feet behind her head, holding her pussy open for me and there was me with my index finger all the way in her moist pussy. Plus dad had heard it all, how she had gotten me into trouble and how she was going to start letting me fuck her afterwards.

Dad walked over to us and reached one of his big hands down to hold both of her feet in that position behind her head. Then he slowly pulled my finger out of her pussy. I sat back with a raging hard-on in my pants as dad just looked at my little sister. Then it finally dawned on me that I wasn’t in trouble anymore.

I looked at Randi in that position with her legs just to the outside of her breasts. Her T-shirt was stretched tightly to her chest, her small breasts were making little hills in the material, and her tiny nipples were hard as pencil erasers. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her pussy was flattened out, it was pink, and her open hole was drooling. I could even see her little asshole puckering and relaxing as she breathed. Then I noticed her face as she went from tears flowing down her face to almost a smile as she stared at the big bulge in dad’s pants. Right then I knew that she wasn’t in any trouble either.

Dad asked Randi, “Have you ever had a cock in that little altınova escort cunt of yours?”

I had never heard dad talk like that before.

Randi answered, “No daddy. Not yet.”

Dad asked me, “Have you ever put your cock in a cunt before?”

I replied, “No dad. Not yet.”

Then dad surprised the hell out me when he said, “I’ll hold her. You fuck her first.”

All kind of thoughts rushed through my mind. “First!” “Fuck her!” “He’ll hold her while I fuck her!”

So I removed my blue jeans and my underwear while dad looked at my erection. I got back on the bed and crawled over closer to Randi. Then I held my cock and tilted it down far enough to touch the head of it to her moist hole. I pushed forward and it slipped right in with hardly any resistance at all. Dad held her feet behind her head as I fucked my thirteen-year-old sister. I knew that she was six and one-quarter inches deep and I also knew that that was how long my cock was so when I hit bottom I wasn’t nearly as surprised as Randi was. I had to admit it though she took it like a champ. Randi never called out to mom or tried to get away from us. I fucked my sister with an urgency that I always had whenever I was excited and jerking off at night. I thrust into her all that I needed to and then I told dad that I was going to cum and he told me to just cum in her, after all Randi had been on the pill for a year by then anyway.

When I finished cumming and pulled my cock out of her dad told me to hold her while he fucked her next. What! I could hardly believe my ears. Dad dropped his pants and his underwear in one fluid motion then he forced his cock into his daughter’s cunt. Dad’s cock was almost identical in size to mine only his maybe a little thicker. Dad was not at all in the hurry that I had been in. He was enjoying that fuck as if he had been waiting years for it. Apparently he had wanted to fuck her and this gave him the opportunity that he had needed.

As dad fucked Randi he told her that she had been teasing him for long enough too. She had constantly flashed him her pussy for the last few months also and he had had enough. He asked her if he was hurting her any but I don’t think he was even paying attention when she said just a little bit. Dad was in some sort of erotic dream where fathers fuck their daughters all of the time and that it was okay to do so. He was remembering fucking his sister when he was my age too. He was even remembering fucking his sister’s best friend right along with her too. That best friend was my mother.

Then altıparmak escort dad sent me downstairs to get mom. He told me not to bother putting my clothes back on either. So with my cock semi erect I went downstairs and told mom that dad wanted her to come up to my bedroom. She followed me up the stairs but I think that she checked out my bare ass and my fuzzy balls the whole way. I entered my bedroom first and then mom stood in the doorway.

Mom looked at the position that Randi was in and dad’s cock still in her cunt and then she asked, “What to hell do you think you’re doing.”

Dad smiled at her and said, “Remember when you were this age and I used to fuck you and my sister together just like this?”

Mom blushed and said, “Yes I remember.”

Dad asked, “Can you still get your feet behind your head?”

Mom said, “I don’t know, but I could try if you really want me too.”

Then mom undressed in front me and I got to see her completely naked. Mom has huge boobs compared to Randi. She has a whole forest of hair on her pussy too. Then mom got up on the bed next to Randi and with a lot of grunting and straining told dad that she couldn’t do it anymore. Then she told him that she would practice for him if he wanted her too.

Dad looked at me and just said, “Now fuck your mother.”

Mom saw the look of shock on my face and said, “You better do as your father says unless you want a taste of that belt.”

So I got up on the foot of the bed and slipped my cock into my mother’s pussy with her help. Her knees were up to her breasts and I just leaned into them as I fucked her.

Dad said, “He should last a little while longer this time. He just finished fucking his sister before I started too fuck her. Did you know this little bitch was getting him in trouble on purpose?”

Mom smiled and replied, “I sure did. Who do you think put her up to it. How does she feel?”

Dad replied, “Just like you and my sister used too. Nice and tight in this position.”

Mom said, “Speaking of your sister, did you know that she’s back in town?”

Dad said, “Yes I did. I fucked her in my office at noon today. She’s supposed to come by later tonight.”

Mom said, “Good maybe the five of us can have some old-fashioned fun then. I wonder if she can get her feet behind her head.”

Just then I cum in mom’s pussy as dad cum in Randi. When we pulled out the two girls straightened themselves out on the bed.

Randi looked right at me and said, “Want to see what mom taught me?” Then she turned around, sat on mom’s face, and then buried her own face in mom’s pussy. Dad and I watched them until we got hard again. He really wanted to fuck Randi a second time and I really wanted to fuck mom again too so he picked Randi up and took her into his bedroom while mom got up on her hands and knees for me.

The End
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Michael Preston awakened with an ache in his head, made worse by the insistent knocking on his front door. Unshaven and badly hung over from last night’s drinking, he slowly got up and walked over to answer the door, wearing only his khaki pants and no shirt. As was often true when he was like this in the morning, his cock was rock hard. His wife Holly, a teacher and student counselor at a high school across town, had already left to teach her Summer School classes, and would be gone all day. She had gotten on his case last night about getting some paintings done – Michael was a fledgling artist with lots of talent, but somewhat lacking in the motivation department. He had told Holly for the umpteenth time that inspiration and creativity were things that could not be forced, but he knew she wasn’t buying it. What a fucking cunt, he thought to himself. Their marriage had been on the rocks for several months, and they hadn’t had sex in weeks. Fuck it, he thought, maybe I’ll feel like painting later. After a bloody mary. Or two.

Standing on the porch when he opened the door was a young Latina, maybe 15 years old and less than five feet tall, dressed in a thin, cheap, clinging minidress that did nothing to conceal the aggressive thrust of her surprisingly large breasts. Her dark hair cascaded down over one shoulder as she stood there, looking shyly up at him.

“What do you want?” asked Michael impatiently, his head still aching dully.

“The senora…she said…I pose for you…and you pay me?” Her English was heavily accented. Probably snuck across the border last week, he thought to himself. Then he remembered. This was one of his wife’s liberal do-gooder reclamation projects. She was forever trying to improve the lives of her impoverished students. He was supposed to pay her $50 to sit for a portrait.

He was about to tell the girl to get lost, when he began to look at her face and body more closely. She was truly lovely, now at a point in her life before the onset of womanhood, when she would ruin her body having babies and getting fat. Her beauty would soon fade, he thought sadly, but for the moment, she was striking, with a strong facial structure, a voluptuous body, and dark, flashing eyes he knew he could capture on canvas. Yes, perhaps he could work a little today, he thought.

“Yes, come in,” said Michael. “Follow me.” He led her through the house to a back bedroom he used as a studio. The room contained his easel, a couch in the center of the room, and a day bed against one wall.

“What’s your name?” he asked, as he motioned for her to sit on the couch.

“Esperanza”, she replied, smiling shyly. “Hope”, he thought to himself, translating. How beautiful it sounded in Spanish.

“That’s a very pretty name for a pretty girl, Esperanza” said Michael. “Why don’t you take your sandals off, and just lie back, kind of on your side, and put your hand there, on the front of your dress. Yes, like that. Let your hair almost cover one eye.”

“Thank you, senor,” she replied, smiling. Her teeth were perfect, almost impossibly white. Then her expression lapsed into a frown. “My dress….I’m sorry it is so old and plain. My father can’t afford to buy me nice things.”

“That’s all right, sweetie,” said Michael. “I’ll make you look very pretty. Now try not to move.” Michael slowly arranged her to his liking, moving her limbs, her head…until he was satisfied with her pose. He stepped back to his easel and began to sketch.

But something was wrong. Her face was somehow lifeless, lacking depth. He paused, and she noticed. “Is there something wrong, senor?” she asked anxiously.

“No…I think…I want you to be….sexier,” said Michael. “Perhaps if you unbutton the top few buttons of your dress?”

She hesitated, a little unsure of herself. But she had seen paintings that revealed much more of women’s bodies. And she was very anxious to please this man, this husband of her teacher. “Si,” she said, finally, her fingers moving to her buttons. Slowly, almost teasingly, she unbuttoned them, one by one, until the top of her lacy bra was revealed, barely covering her firm breasts.

Michael gazed at her and felt a powerful lurch in his loose pants. God, to fuck this little tart, he thought to himself. Holly had to be out of her mind to send him someone like this! Oh, to feel those full, sensuous lips wrapped around my dick…

With difficulty, he banished the obscene thought for the moment. “Esperanza, why don’t you slide your dress off your left shoulder? anamur escort And….wait here, I want to get you some lipstick.” He rose from his chair and walked to the bedroom, returning with a tube of his wife’s deep red lipstick.

Taking it from his hand, she carefully traced her full lips with the lipstick, making them glisten brightly, wetly. Then she slid her dress off her shoulder. “It is good, senor?”

“Yes…that’s nice,” replied Michael, thinking to himself that he was slowly molding her into his ideal, not of a girl, but of a young woman. His cock throbbed insistently in his pants. Once again he began to sketch.

But it was still not right. There was something missing, something in her expression. He wanted to paint her in a way that exuded a smoldering sexuality, as if in the afterglow of orgasm. He gazed into her dark eyes, and had a wild, insane thought.

“Esperanza, do you trust me?” he asked quietly.

“Si, senor, of course,” she answered demurely, her eyes questioning.

“I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you. I only want to get you to look a certain way.” He walked slowly to her and stood over her. “Please don’t be afraid. I know what I’m doing. I want to take off your panties.”

“Senor!” she exclaimed, shocked. What was this crazy gavacho thinking? There was only one reason anybody ever wanted to take off her panties.

Michael feigned sudden anger. “Fine!” he said, pointing to the door. “You don’t want to work with me, you don’t have to.”

Esperanza burst into tears. “No…por favor, senor…do not send me away. I just did not understand. Please, I will do whatever you want me to.”

Michael’s features softened. “Shhhh…it’s all right, trust me,” he said soothingly, reaching out and touching a tear on her cheek. “I’m sorry I was angry with you. You want me to paint a beautiful portrait, don’t you? One that will make you look sexy, like a grown woman? That people will gaze at admiringly, and that they will pay lots of money for? That will make them desire you?”

“Si…” she said, still hesitating. What did her panties have to do with his painting, she wondered to herself.

“Then do as I say, and I promise, you will adore your portrait,” said Michael. Esperanza looked doubtful, but finally, she leaned back on the couch in acquiescence. Michael knelt before her, slid his hands slowly up her smooth thighs, up under her short dress, and she lifted her hips to help him. His hands reached the sides of her skimpy panties, and he eased them down her legs, and untangled them from her feet. She made no move to close her legs or cover her naked pussy, and Eric gazed at it with mounting excitement. The girl may be innocent, he thought, but she’s definitely worn some skimpy swimsuits this spring. Her dark pubic hair was shaved, except for a small line that extended upward a little way from the top of her cleft. He could see the lighter skin where her tiny bikini bottom had covered her.

His hands slid slowly back up her thighs, caressing them, until they again reached her hips. “Esperanza…scoot down just a little bit more.”

Obediently, the girl complied. She was becoming excited herself now, her breathing more erratic, as she watched this grown man gazing at her exposed pussy, and she felt a sudden warm wetness there. She scooted forward, with the help of his big hands, until her firm, round ass rested on the edge of the couch. Michael moved his hands underneath her thighs, and gently pushed them upward and apart.

Esperanza had no idea what her teacher’s husband would do next. She only knew that she liked him staring at her pussy and admiring it. She was thrilled by the fact that this handsome man seemed to find her beautiful, that he was attracted to her. But she was completely taken by surprise when Michael bent slowly forward, extended his tongue, and traced the length of her pussy with the tip of his tongue, caressing her outer petals lightly and glancing wetly off her clit when he reached the top.

“AHHHHHH!!!!” she gasped in shock, a jolt of pleasure slamming through her like a powerful electric surge. “OH!! You mustn’t, senor! It is wrong! The priest….”

Michael looked up and held a forefinger to his lips. “It is not wrong, Esperanza. Doesn’t it feel good? How can something that feels so good be wrong? I will make you feel good, and then you will look as I wish you to look.” He bent his head again and lapped at her, teasing her labia lightly, delving gently bahçelievler escort between her folds. God, she tastes heavenly, he thought.

Esperanza gasped again, her mind swirling as the intense pleasure enveloped her body. None of the boys who had fucked her back in Mexico, wrestling in the back seats of rusty old automobiles, had ever concerned themselves with her pleasure. None of them would ever have dreamed of licking and kissing her there. All they had ever wanted to do was stick their cocks in her and pump away for a few seconds until they came. But this man was different. He seemed only to want to give HER pleasure! She had never dreamed that her body was even capable of feeling like this. She clutched the fabric of the couch with her fingernails as Michael’s lips and tongue explored her, licking her, slipping inside her, slowly thrusting in and out, as if it were a tiny, wet cock.

“Ahhhhh, senor….Dios mio, it feels so good!” Esperanza had never felt this way. Her body felt like every nerve ending was about to explode. She moaned and whimpered as Michael’s tongue returned to her clit, slowly encircling it, nudging it, and finally lapping it with increasing pressure. He pressed her legs farther up and apart with his hands, bending her almost double, and suddenly drove his tongue as far up her teenage vagina as he could, bobbing his head and stabbing her with his tongue.

“OHH!!! Uhhhhhhh, si! Si! SI!!!” she cried, squirming against his tongue as her arousal spiraled upward. Michael’s lips and tongue seemed to know just how to drive her insane, to take her places she had never gone, never imagined. His tongue thrust slowly in and out a few more times, tasting her sweet honey. Then, withdrawing his tongue, he fastened his lips around her clit and suckled it before releasing it and lashing it with his tongue.

And that was all it took. Esperanza clutched his head and forced his face against her wet pussy, her body jackknifing upward as her climax engulfed her, seizing her and holding her suspended like that, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her, over her, swirling all around her. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! UUUUHHHHNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!”

At last, her orgasm released her from its tight, delicious grip, and she fell back, trembling and trembling. Michael lightly caressed her pussy with gentle strokes of his tongue as she shuddered violently from the primal force of her come.

“Ohhhhhhh, senor…,” she murmured breathlessly, her eyes closed. “Bueno…. so good…” Michael licked her patiently, soothingly, letting her gently descend. Now he would paint her they way he had seen her in his mind.

Esperanza, though, had other ideas now, as her head gradually cleared. The portrait was forgotten now. She must repay this man for giving her such intense pleasure. She quickly fought down the thought that he was her teacher’s husband, that it was sinful, that she would have to confess it to the priest. All that mattered now to her was to use her body to give him the same furious, pulsating ecstasy he had given her. She would give herself to him fully. She reached down and cupped his face with her hands, drawing him upward and causing him to look up into her dark eyes. “Senor…” she whispered urgently. “Fuck me now.”

Michael stared at her, his eyes widening. This girl was not quite the innocent virgin he had taken her to be. She was BEGGING him to fuck her! His cock lurched powerfully in his pants. What man could resist the obscene invitation of the beautiful teenager spread before him. Quickly, he stood up, unfastened his pants and slid them down, stepping out of them. Esperanza stared in fascination at his rigid cock, so much bigger than those she had seen before. Those were boys…now she would be made love to by a grown man, a man who had made her feel like a woman for the first time in her life.

He took her by her upraised hands and lifter her to her feet…then picked her up by her waist and set her down on the bed. Immediately, her legs spread wide in open invitation. Her pussy glistened invitingly with his saliva and her own flowing wetness. He moved between her legs and positioned his aching penis at the entrance to her beckoning pussy. She looked up at him as he paused, her eyes imploring him.

Michael needed no further encouragement – he slide his cock into her in a single, hard thrust, burying himself in her to the balls. Her snug pussy felt heavenly as her muscles clasped his thick shaft ankara escort tightly, and she moaned deliriously. “OHHHH, SI!!!!” She raised her legs and slid them around his ass as he began to thrust slowly in and out of her, holding himself above her with his arms, marveling at the feeling of being inside the tight, wet little cunt of this delectable Mexican goddess. She never took her eyes off him as he fucked her, and she never stopped urging him onward. To Esperanza, this was yet another a revelation: a sex act that lasted longer than two minutes flat, long enough for her body to respond. Twice more she erupted in orgasm, her fingernails clawing his back as her pussy nursed on his deeply embedded cock.

Michael, however, held back, not wanting this to end so soon, wanting more. After awhile, he slowed his pace, as she looked up at him questioningly, and then he slowly rolled to the side, his cock still buried deep in her luscious tunnel. This was another new thing for Esperanza…the boys in Mexico had known only one way to fuck. She was a fast learner, though, and she quickly moved up over Michael and straddled him, on her knees, sitting up straight with his cock deep inside her. Her fingers moved to the buttons on her dress, and she quickly undid them, pulling the dress up over her head. Then, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra and freed her full, tawny breasts, her large, puffy nipples brown and distended.

She had sunbathed without her bikini top on, Michael observed, seeing that she had no tan lines there. Perhaps he would take her to the beach one day, he thought. Michael reached up and fondled her breasts, her nipples stiff against his palms. She moved slowly on his cock, rocking her hips, exploring these new and thrilling sensations. Her pussy seemed to suck on his cock as she moved on him, as if she were trying to milk the hot, thick come from his sperm-bloated balls. Michael fought to keep control, to keep from unleashing a torrent of semen into his newfound teenage lover. Just a little longer!

A whole new world had opened up to Esperanza. Her arms languidly moved up over her head, crossing there as she arched her back, stretching, and fucked herself on his cock, her body slowly undulating to and fro, trying to maximize his pleasure as well as her own. Her hair cascaded down over her face, almost hiding her sultry eyes, her pouty lips, as she patiently moved on him. After awhile, she lowered her arms and placed her hands on his chest, raising her body until just the head of Michael’s cock nestled between her labia. Then slowly she began to move up and down, just a little, her inner labia caressing and bathing just the ultra-sensitive flared head of his cock. She teased him this way until Michael thought he couldn’t stand it a moment longer…and then, seeming to understand that it was time, she plunged downward as his hips thrust upward, sinking his cock all the way inside her again. He grabbed her lush ass with his big hands and drove upward again and again now, pistoning in and out of her fast and hard, as she met his eager thrusts with her own, their bodies smacking together as they drove each other toward their mutual climax. Her cries of pleasure rose in a crescendo, until they were a series of high-pitched squeals, punctuated by his thrusts. “Oh! Oh! Si! UH! UH! OH!! OHH!!”

They came together, Esperanza screaming in ecstasy as Michael groaned aloud, driving his cock deep within her and pumping a huge quantity of his thick, hot sperm into her wildly clasping pussy. She bent forward and he took her in her arms, holding her tightly as she trembled, his cock still spurting inside her, flooding her with come, soothing her with its creamy warmth. She kissed him as their orgasms began to subside, their tongues caressing each other for a long while they both basked in the glow of their coupling, her pussy spasming around his cock, feeling his answering throb.

At last, they let each other go reluctantly, and Michaael’s spent cock slid wetly from her oozing vagina. They lay that way for a while, regaining their breath. Then, he rose from the bed, reached for her hand, and quietly led her, on wobbly legs, to the couch, arranging her as before. Still naked, he moved back to his chair and beheld her. He saw now the raw sensuality barely hidden behind her innocence, the nascent lust lurking beneath the girlish face. He saw the disheveled hair, the slash of smeared red lipstick on her sultry lips, the nipples that begged to be suckled, the glistening wetness of her parted labia, with just a hint of his sperm lingering there. She was now a girl becoming a woman – that had been the image he was seeking.

His cock surged again at the sight of her, lengthening and thickening, and he saw her glance drift down to it. She was perfect now. He began to paint.

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“We don’t have time to be happy. We barely have time to live well.”

-Mihail Sebastian, “The Star Without A Name”

***

“You know,” said Lord Henry, “I think this Kamil fellow might be the only virgin on the entire planet.”

Lord Henry and his wife lounged on the Jacuzzi patio with their guests, sipping champagne and watching the sun set over Peitho 9. Peitho was renowned throughout the galaxy for its particularly beautiful sunsets. Lord Henry had one of Peitho’s most beautiful homes. And he, his wife, and their guests were some the planet’s most beautiful people. It was, in short, an uncommonly beautiful moment.

But all of them were much too drunk to appreciate it, or even really to notice it.

No one could even properly taste the champagne anymore, and Annabelle thought this was a waste of a perfectly good and exceedingly rare vintage. But the cork was already out of the damn thing, so what was to be done?

The party was small, only three people in addition to the lord and lady: Miranda Bonnycastle, Annabelle’s closest and only real friend, and the twins, Zelda and Dorcas, who were not Henry‘s friends precisely—Henry had no friends, precisely—but the two people to whom he at least seemed to extend the greatest degree of cold-blooded kinship and recognition.

“Kamil?” said Miranda, turning as if drawn by the name. “Is that the new bachelor who just immigrated from Old Earth? Did you say he’s a…?”

“Yes,” said Annabelle. “I heard it from his own lips: He‘s never so much as kissed a woman.” She leaned over the patio railing. It was a ten story drop down to Peitho 9’s famous Diamond Beach, the galaxy’s most beautiful (and deadly) tourist attraction. She realized her glass was empty and, without thinking about it, let it drop from her limp fingers toward the diamond-studded sands below.

“How strange,” said Zelda.

“How exciting,” said Dorcas. “If it’s true, that is. Do you think it’s true?”

“I do,“ said Annabelle. “He has a look about him: like a fawn with no doe. And he’s young. Head of one of those tech companies. Robotics, I think.”

“And how did you find out about his…status?” said Dorcas, floating in the bubbles.

“I paid him a visit, of course, to welcome him to the planet,” said Annabelle. “This was, oh, three days ago I think. He was very charming, you know, and very polite, but when I made my intentions clear he said that he just wasn’t interested.”

“That was a first, I imagine,” said Miranda.

“It was,” said Annabelle. (Henry raised an eyebrow.) “I have to say, I was so surprised I might have embarrassed myself a bit. And that’s when he told me that he was, you know, untried, as it were. By way of explanation for his reluctance.”

“Amazing…” said Miranda.

Could it possibly be true? Such a thing would be unheard of on Peitho 9. Some luxury planets were beach worlds, some were tropical jungle gardens, and some were planetary metropolises offering the highest of high culture. Peitho 9’s principle planetary attraction was sex. It was a Legal Age Only world, and more than 99 percent of its surface was a Clothing Optional Zone. So much fornication happened here on a minute-to-minute basis that the League of Planets had twice considered expelling the whole world on grounds of general good taste.

“So what is he, queer?” said Zelda. (She had commandeered the champagne bottle and was drinking straight from it in lieu of a glass.)

“Not at all,” said Henry. “I made inquiries of my own on that front.”

“A religious nut?” suggested Dorcas.

He never brought it up,” said Annabelle.

“A freak? Did he lose half his body in the war?” said Zelda.

“He’s a perfectly charming and perfectly beautiful young man,” Annabelle said. “As far as I can tell he’s nothing more strange or exotic than he says: a virgin.”

“The only one on the planet,” Henry reminded them.

“We should invite him over,” said Dorcas.

“RIGHT now,” said Zelda.

Henry shook his head. “Let’s not be hasty. This young man is a rare distraction. I have something more interesting in mind than a simple mass deflowering: a wager.”

Everyone sat up straighter. Gambling was the planet’s second national past time on. It was, after all, a planet of people with access to so much wealth that they had to discover new things to spend it on. Henry had inherited most of his fortune; Annabelle, under her maiden name, still kept a controlling share of Ohmart Industries, the system’s largest shipping vendor. Between them they’d financed the construction of this castle, and married to secure a tax break on it before taking full legal ownership.

Miranda was heir to the Bonnycastle publishing fortune, and the galaxy’s 74th most successful novelist in her own right. No one was quite sure where Dorcas and Zelda got their money, but their names were aliases, and their faces were surgically reconstructed every few months to evade various interplanetary warrants, so it was best not to ask too many specific questions.)

“I propose a kind of race,” said Henry, shifting in the waters. “The first person to seduce this mysteriously vestal bachelor and ferret out the secret behind his unspotted virtue can ask me for whatever payment she wants. Whatever is within my power to barter or purchase.”

Henry turned to his wife. “That is, assuming he’s STILL stainless? You didn’t beat us all to the punch and are just playing coy with us now, are you dear?”

“Not at all,” said Annabelle. She looked around for her champagne glass, and only then remembered what happened to it. A robotic butler brought her a new one. “In fact, I’ll bet against my husband on this. I don’t think any of us can get this one.”

Everyone else looked at her quizzically, but she brushed off their attention.

“I just have a feeling,” she said. “There’s something remarkable about this man, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“We won’t stop at fingers,” the twins said, at the same time. “And we get the next dibs, since Annabelle already had her shot,” Dorcas continued.

“Agreed.” Henry raised his glass. “May the best—or worse—of us win.”

They clinked glasses, and the rose-colored sun slipped into the sea.

***

Kamil Isaac was 26 years old, president and CEO of Nexus Inc, and until recently had lived on Old Earth for his entire life. His background check was a little thin beyond that, but he had a bought a villa overlooking Paradise Bay and apparently hadn’t bothered to invest in so much as a security gate, as the twins were able to walk right up to his doorstep and ring the bell.

Kamil himself answered, dressed in a one-piece jumpsuit from one of Earth’s trendiest designers, quite fashionable by most planet’s standards but stuffy and prudish to a Peithoian. Zelda wore nothing except sandals and the smallest pair of bikini briefs that could hold themselves together. Dorcas wore what was technically a dress and covered her from neckline to knees, but which was so sheer that it could only be described as a net, and hid nothing at all.

Kamil blinked at the pair on his doorstep, scratched his head (his hair was mussed, as if he’d just gotten out of bed), and said, “Can I help you?”

“We heard you just moved in,” said Dorcas. “We’re the welcoming committee.”

“That means you should welcome us,” said Zelda.

They walked past him without being invited. The foyer to Kamil’s estate was an artificial forest of the rarest Earth plants and trees. The carpet was live grass, engineered for maximum resiliency, so that after each step a person took it sprang upright again, as good as new. There were even imported fauna: tiny birds nesting in the tree’s branches, and little running creatures scampering up and down the trunks. Zelda cooed, delighted, as a bright green snake uncoiled from around a branch and dipped toward her. She kissed it.

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” she said. “It looks so expensive.”

“Is that pond heated?” said Dorcas. “Can we get in?”

“Please do,” said Kamil. The twins slipped into the water. They invited him to join them, but all Kamil did was dip his feet in. The pair floated like nymphs among the lily pads, splashing him a bit.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” he said.

“We’re just here to get to know you,” said Dorcas.

“We know everyone sooner or later,” said Zelda. “Sooner is better.”

“Lady Annabelle told us all about you,” Dorcas added.

“A very charming woman,” said Kamil.

He looked interchangeable with any number of other young, fabulously successful, mildly goofy tech trillionaires, as if they all rolled off an assembly line somewhere: thin and gangly, with a wide but awkward smile and furtive quality around the eyes, suggesting that he was never quite looking right at you.

He looked nothing like the Peithoians, who all enjoyed easy access to cutting-edge cosmetic surgery and changed faces and figures as routinely as people on other planets changed wardrobes. But he was beautiful in his own way, with a dark complexion and great rings of dark hair.

Dorcas floated a little closer. “Is that all she is? Charming?”

“I understand she’s also married.”

“Henry? He barely counts,” said Zelda. “He likes the pretty boys.”

“Not all the time,” Dorcas said. “But most of the time. Annabelle does whatever she wants.”

“But she says you said no to her.”

“I confess, it’s true,” said Kamil.

“That was a little rude,” said Dorcas. She slithered up his leg while she said it.

“But also a little sweet,” said Zelda. “Maybe you were waiting for us instead?”

“I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding,” said Kamil. “I’m not—”

“Can you offer us something to drink?” said Zelda. “It took us hours to get here, and I’m this close to sobering up.”

“It’s nine o’clock in the morning?”

“Exactly,” the twins said, together.

Kamil shrugged and summoned a mechanical butler with wine. The robot presented two glasses on a silver tray, but the Twins took only one, passing it back and forth. “We share everything,” Dorcas said.

This was a lie: As children, Zelda would break any toy she was expected to share with her sister, a habit that continued to this day. Even so, it was a line men liked to hear. Dorcas punctuated it by kissing her sister, and licking a stray drop of wine from the corner of her mouth. “I think Kamil is just shy,” she said.

“Or maybe he likes to watch,” said Zelda. “Have you seen our Sense Videos?”

“You might not recognize us. Those are from the old days, when we looked different. Do you like my tits? Zelda doesn’t. She thinks hers are nicer.”

“I paid more for them,” Zelda said, in tones that suggested this was an objective measure of quality that no one could gainsay. “They’re much perkier. I don’t understand why you went with such a small set. Small tits are for people who don’t have money.”

“Careful: We don’t want Kamil thinking size is what’s important,” said Dorcas. “We like all sizes, adıyaman escort all shapes, all sorts.”

“As long as we like what they’re attached to.”

The indoor forest was climate-controlled at all times, but suddenly began to feel rather humid. Despite this, Kamil made no motion to get into the water. He seemed like he was waiting for something. (Possibly, the slightest clue what was going on).

Dorcas and Zelda kissed again, slipping their arms around each other and drifting back into the water in a long, hot embrace. They kept at it like this for a while, lips parted and tongues probing, before Zelda reclined against the pond’s edge and let Dorcas kiss her way down the front of her body, detailing each (very expensive) breast with her tongue before lapping the fine sheen of water (which was treated to be not only entirely potable but also quite tasty) off her sister’s belly.

Long, wet strands of hair clung to their naked figures. Now and then, Dorcas paused to give Kamil her best come-hither look. (Zelda, on the other hand, kept her eyes glued on the man at all times, with a look that was less “come-hither” and more “get the hell over here if you know what’s good for you.”)

“Dorcas is sweet, but she’s too wimpy for me,” Zelda said, pulling her sister’s hair. “I need someone who knows how to get rough.”

“I love my sister, but she’s much too demanding,” said Dorcas, letting her twin rake her back with long, filed nails. “I prefer a lover who knows how to be patient. Good things come for those who wait.”

“We made a bet on the way over about which way you‘d like it,” Zelda said, nipping the tip of one of Dorcas’ nipples. “But we’re prepared to do whatever it takes, no matter which of us is right.”

“So why don’t you come in? You spent all this money on such a beautiful lagoon. It’s not fair that we should enjoy it while you just sit up there on the shore.”

Kamil stood. A robot vacuum air-dried his feet and ankles. “It’s been lovely meeting both of you,” he said. “You’re free to enjoy the grounds and the beach outside as much as you like, and come by anytime. But I’m afraid I have business that’s too important to wait. Being a terrible host is the price of success.”

“We’ll wait!” said Dorcas, breaking off from her sister and lunging through the water to get to Kamil before he left.

“All day, if we have to,” said Zelda.

“I’ll be busy the entire day and night,” Kamil said. “Please don’t hold my rudeness against me.”

“We’ll come back tomorrow,” Dorcas offered.

“Or the day after.”

“Do you have plans for the weekend?”

“The WHOLE weekend, if you want.”

Kamil gave them a long-suffering look. Dorcas blushed. “Maybe we came on a little too strong,” she said, climbing out of the pond with water cascading down her body, like a renaissance Venus portrait. She raised her arms and let the robot jets dry her off. “But, look, if you don’t mind us asking…”

“Is it true?” said Zelda. “You’ve never…?” She made a gesture. The young man looked taken aback for the first time.

“That’s a personal question,” he said. “…but no, I haven’t.”

“Are you a faggot?” said Zelda.

Dorcas shushed her, but then added: “It’s okay if you are. This isn’t like those fundy planets. We have lots of boyfriends we can introduce you to.”

“That won’t be necessary either. Excuse me, I have a call.”

Their host left. Zelda scowled and broke her wine glass. Dorcas tugged her lower lip in thought. They walked back to the rocket limo and locked themselves in. Zelda lay on the backseat while Dorcas gave her a massage.

“Where did we go wrong?” said Zelda. “He must be some kind of freak. That’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“Maybe we’re just not his type. We can’t be every man’s type, no matter how hard we try,“ Dorcas said. “Honestly, I think he‘s fascinating. There‘s something about him, just like Annabelle said. I honestly don‘t know how to describe it.”

“Next time we’ll approach him one at a time,” Zelda said, muttering into the seat cushion. “Some guys don’t like the twincest thing. And let’s assign someone to watch him all the time. If he so much as flirts with a waitress or looks twice at a perfume ad I want to know. Can we find out who his doctor is? Maybe his charts will tell us something.”

Zelda’s pride was stung, but more important than that was winning Henry’s bet. If either of them could manage to take the bloom off Kamil’s peach, Henry had agreed to destroy certain incriminating records about their real identities. Dorcas made soothing noises and rubbed her sister’s back.

“Patience,” she said. “We’ll figure this one out. Good things DO come to those who wait, you know.”

“I know,” said Zelda. “But the only thing I hate more than not getting what I want is having to wait for it.”

***

“Of course it didn’t work,” Miranda said. “Any idiot could see it wasn’t going to.” She fixed her earrings at the mirror. Annabelle’s face floated in a holosphere behind her. “You tried the direct approach when you met him the first time, right?” Miranda said.

“Well, yes,” said Annabelle.

“And if that didn’t work for you, then there was never any chance that the Direct Approach Times Two was going to work from the twins. We’re just lucky Zelda didn’t mark her territory by peeing on him or something. How do I look?”

“Very clothed.”

Miranda was wearing a lavender gown and a diamond choker. She spent a few minutes selecting a perfume and then applied it lightly to her throat. “This calls for a touch of class; a little romance; an active interest in who he is from the waist up. And, if possible, a night he’ll never forget.” She added a pair of opera gloves to the outfit.

“Where are you taking him?” said Annabelle.

“I invited him to dinner at my place. …I have to be at least a LITTLE direct.”

Annabelle chuckled. “It won’t work.”

Miranda looked into the holosphere. “Why not?”

“Whatever Kamil Isaac wants, he can’t find it on this planet. That much I’m sure about. But I wish you luck anyway, honestly.”

Miranda went to work on her hair. “So much mystery about just one man. Tell me dear, what went on with the two of you? What aren’t you telling us?”

“You’re as bad as Henry with all this prying. You know what he wants from me if he wins, don’t you? Shares in Ohmart.”

“Oh yes, he’s been trying to get his claws into your ledgers for years. He doesn’t like you owning anything that isn’t part his, does he? You must have a tremendous degree of confidence in this young man.”

“I would call it faith.“

Annabelle blew Miranda a kiss, and the holosphere turned off. Miranda checked herself again, front and back. Satisfied, she went down to check on the rest of the house.

By Peithoian standards, Miranda Bonnycastle was old fashioned. She wore clothes almost every day, and had elected for very little cosmetic surgery. She looked close to her real age (46), and unless Annabelle invited her, she very rarely appeared at any of the parties, balls, premieres, soirees, orgies, Bacchanals, or carnivals on the Peithoian social calendar.

Strangest of all, she worked a real job, rather than delegating her business affairs to others. She was in the middle of writing her 17th novel now. Although her house was as large and lavish as any belonging to her neighbors, she owned no mechanical servants, and employed no automated systems. Her home was staffed 100 percent by real, living, breathing humans.

She phoned a message to the cooks and then proceeded to the chamber that she called the ballroom (although no party had ever been thrown there). A single table was set, decorated with a cerulean rose from her own greenhouse, and on the far end of the room a 12-piece string orchestra was warming up. With a wave of her hand she opened the skylight, revealing the naked, dazzling Peithoian stars. She was just satisfied that everything was perfect when the tone sounded, letting her know her guest had arrived.

Kamil wore a retro double-breasted suit Miranda found immediately appealing. He kissed her hand, thanked her for the invitation, and escorted her to the table, where a light but incredibly savory meal of braised greens and fois gras waited for them.

After dinner they danced (the first time the ballroom’s dance floor had ever been used for its prescribed purpose), and then Miranda sent the orchestra and all the help home early so that the two of them could cozy up to each other in privacy. She taught him how to find the constellations of the Peithoian zodiac. Her hand slipped into his as she pointed out the stars, and a schoolgirl thrill went through her.

“We’ve been talking all night I feel like I hardly know anything about you,” she said after a while. “Don’t be so opaque. Tell me, where did you grow up?”

“Earth,” he said after a while. “I never really had parents, although there was a man I called father. He’s not with us anymore. In fact, it was when he died that I decided it was time to travel and see other planets.”

“What brought you to Peitho 9?” They sat cross-legged on the hard ballroom floor, facing each other. Miranda traced spirals in Kamil’s palms with her fingertip.

“It just seemed the place to go,” he said. “I was told people on this planet are very…friendly. And they are. But until you sent me this dinner invitation, I have to admit I was very uncomfortable with the way everyone approached me. I guess it always takes some time to get used to the culture on a new world.”

“Is that why you came to dinner? Because I make you comfortable?”

“That, and I’m an enormous fan of your books.”

Miranda couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

“I’ve read them all. I even have my favorite passage memorized. Would you like to hear it?”

She nodded. He cleared his throat:

“’There are feelings for which we have no words, and it’s for them that we invented the term ‘love.‘ It’s a word that lets feelings run free, without the burden of satisfactory definition, while the real thing that is love moves onward and upward through—’”

“Where did you read that?” Miranda was so shocked the dropped Kamil’s hands and stood up straight as a fencepost. “No one knows I wrote that, not even my publisher.”

Kamil, startled, stuck his hands in the pockets of his suit, like he didn’t know what to do with them. “It’s ‘The Couch of Eros,’ your very first book.”

“I know that. But how do YOU know that? I wrote ‘The Couch of Eros’ under a pen name. No edition appears with my real name on it.”

An icy, quivering feeling had set up residence near her heart, and she realized it was fear. Kamil, with his guileless smile and almost stupidly earnest appreciation for the quotation, had somehow terrified her. He looked helpless now, like a man hearing a complaint in a language he‘s never learned. All he could do was shrug and say that he had no idea, that his father had given him the book years ago and told him it was one of hers, and he’d maraş escort never even realized it was a secret.

“How he came to find out I don’t think anyone can say, but I’m very sorry if I offended you,” Kamil said. “I just thought it was a beautiful sentiment. Maybe I should go.”

“No!” Miranda said. And then, softer, “Please don’t. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just been a long time since I thought about that book. Some of the memories in it are painful. I wasn‘t expecting it.”

She took his hands again. They were gloriously warm. There was no light in the room except the stars, but Kamil’s eyes gleamed like two shiny diamonds in the dark. She leaned up to kiss him, and as her lips came to within a whisper of his…

“I really should go,” he said, backing away.

Miranda almost fell flat on her face, but steadied herself on his arm. “You should?”

“It’s very late.”

“If you think I’m upset about the book, I’m really not. In fact, let’s go to the library. I’ll autograph a copy for you, as an apology.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Stay anyway,” she said. “Stay for me. Please?”

He looked at her fully. “I had a wonderful time tonight, Ms. Bonnycastle. One of the best nights of my life. I hope to see you again. But I know the sorts of things people on this planet are saying about me, and I know the circles you travel in. I suspect that you may have some ulterior motive for inviting me here tonight.”

Miranda bit her lip. “That’s true. But I didn’t expect that we would…that is to say, I didn’t expect—”

“Neither did I. That’s why it will be less painful for both of us if I go now. I promise this will not be the last we see of each other. But for now, good night.”

He left, and she got nothing except another kiss on the hand and a stupid, miserable feeling that she‘d created a brand new kind of regret, one that would hang over her head her for years.

It looked like she would have to do without those prized first editions Henry promised her. And she had the impression of losing something even more precious, though she dare not put a name to it.

She sat under the skylight for too long and then, knowing there was no sense putting it off, she made the call. Henry’s face appeared in the holosphere with annoying promptness.

“Well?” he said.

“Annabelle was right. I thought I had it, but then…”

“It all slipped away. That seems to be this young man’s MO. I wonder what kind of game he’s playing with us?”

“I don’t think he’s the sort who plays games” said Miranda. “I actually think we’re doing a terrible thing to him, and he knows it.”

“If he knows it and he still shows up he must be at least a little game himself. In any event, it’s my turn now.”

“He wouldn’t be interested in you, Henry. I may not have closed the deal, but I know the look in that boy’s eyes. He definitely heard the call, even if he didn’t answer it.”

“It’s not me I’ll be offering.” Henry turned his chin up in that way that made him look like an unruly schoolboy hiding something behind his back. “I’ll offer him the one thing no man can refuse. Which, no offense to your lovely self, is something rather above your pay grade.”

“And what’s that?” Miranda said, her voice flat and sad. Henry’s eyes twinkled.

“The world,” he said.”

***

Annabelle had 6 feet, 2 inches of prime gigolo tied to her headboard, but her heart wasn’t really in it.

This didn’t mean she stopped, of course. She pushed a gag into his mouth, shoved his head as far back into the mattress as it would go, and squeezed his body between her thighs until he squealed. They had 50 more reps like that to go.

That’s what she was doing, but it’s not what she was thinking about. In part she was thinking about Henry’s party, which started an hour ago and which she should already be at. Everyone would be there—everyone rich enough, anyway.

Henry was stopping at absolutely nothing: Every floor of the castle was open to guests, from the private island on the rooftop (situated, of course, in the middle of the rooftop sea) to the boudoirs in the lowest subbasements. Big parties were a weekly occasion with Henry, but this was different. The fascination with Kamil Isaac had spread far beyond the scope of just their circle; the entire planet was in on it now. Annabelle felt almost territorial. After all, she’d seen him first.

Tonight’s plaything looked a little bit like him. She squeezed until her knees hurt almost as much as the boy toy’s ribs, and didn’t stop until he thrashed like a landed fish. Even after she eased off, she teased him by running the tips of her nails down his naked chest and watching him tremble with barely contained combination of anxiety and anticipation. He really was good value. It was a shame she was mostly wasting him. Now, if Kamil himself were here…

But no. Even if he became receptive to her (which she knew he never would) this kind of exercise wouldn’t be in their future. She felt too protective of him. She’d realized that her unreasonable jealousy about him was honed less by desire and more by a kind of mothering instinct, riled up by his blind earnestness. There was a Freudian element to that (hence the boy toy), but not much.

She slithered down the front of the boy’s naked body and bit him on the chest, then sucked one dark nipple while he wriggled. She imagined biting into a ripe apple and letting the juice dribble down her chin.

The worst part of all this was that she’d finally figured out what Kamil’s big secret was, but she didn’t think anyone else had. Everyone was bound to be disappointed. And Henry was going to be furious…

“You are almost unfashionably late,” said a voice in her ear. Henry had come in without her hearing him. She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips and raked the boy’s chest once more for good measure.

“Lost track of time,” she said, climbing down.

“Thinking about our guest of honor, no doubt.”

“Everyone is.”

She went to the mirror. Should she bother to dress, or just go au natural? The flush around her breasts after a good workout was rather flattering. She opted only to mist herself, giving her naked body a sheen, and then she followed Henry to the elevator (barely remembering to untie the boy before she went).

Annabelle’s husband gave her a look halfway between bemusement and envy as they rode to the roof. “Why can’t I shake the feeling that you’re setting some kind of trap in that cunning mind of yours?”

“Because you never can,” she said. “It’s the secret of our years of marital bliss.”

“I’m going to win the wager tonight.”

“Winning isn’t everything.”

“But when you have everything, you can’t help but win.”

The castle sat on top of what was once the planet’s highest mountain; when building at the altitude of the summit proved too dangerous, Henry had paid to have the top 12 percent of the peak removed. He told people that the castle was an ancestral home, brought brick by brick from Old Earth and reconstructed here, but that was nonsense. The bricks had been baked from moon dust 20 years ago, and he’d paid the architect who designed the place a 700 percent bonus on his commission to have the memories of the job blocked out.

It was a six minute ride up to the roof and the beach, where Annabelle found that nobody was swimming. Everyone gathered on the sand with drinks in hand to talk about Kamil.

“He’s a eunuch,” Zelda said as Annabelle approached. “That’s what I’ve decided.”

“Impossible,“ said Dorcas. “Godgrey spotted him in a crowded elevator last week and copped a feel. There’s definitely a payday down there.”

“Maybe he’s just one of those asexuals,” Miranda ventured, though she didn’t sound convinced.

“Then why did he move to Peitho 9?” said Dorcas. “If you just want beautiful beaches you move to one of those other planets. People come here because we have a reputation.”

“God knows we pay enough for it,” said Zelda.

“Did you know the Baroness Tourvel wagered five percent of her entire estate on whether he would or wouldn’t do it with someone tonight?” Dorcas said.

“Some people have put up stakes of entire planets,” said Miranda. “Whole economies are going to rise and fall on that young man’s affections.”

“Sweet Jesus, that just makes me want to win more,” said Zelda. “Can you imagine watching the stock indexes drop and know that you made it happen just by sucking—”

The lights flickered. It was a signal. Downstairs, Kamil arrived exactly on time, dressed in an antique tuxedo. Henry met him at the castle gates, and Kamil bowed to the host and shook his hand.

“Lord Wotton,” Kamil said. “How pleasing to finally meet you.”

“Call me Henry.“ He slapped Kamil on the shoulder. “Thank you for putting in an appearance. Why don’t you walk with me and I’ll show you the grounds—not all of them, of course, that takes all day even by tram, but let’s at least give you the highlights. Do you like the garden?”

Henry’s garden spanned acres, and a hundred mechanical gardeners worked it around the clock. The topiary creations were so elaborate that they actually moved, animated by mechanized skeletons. A dragon writhed in its own coils nearby, while, on the other side of the path, a family of giraffes grazed drolly on each other.

More eye-catching even than the garden itself were the “nymphs,” Henry’s personal garden wait staff, handpicked from a pool of thousands of applicants to frolic for 10 hour shifts every day. In exchange, they were given limited planetary memberships; Henry’s way of giving back to the working class.

Eight of them greeted Kamil, touched his arms and shoulders, and asked if there was anything at all that he wanted. He politely kissed the hand of each nude, nubile woman and moved on.

“The lift is this way,” Henry said. “You’ll notice it’s entirely transparent. I wasn’t satisfied with other glass elevator models, so I commissioned this one. It’s best not to look at the floor your first time, particularly if we descend.”

Henry pulled a lever and the glass elevator rocketed up the side of the castle, gliding to a feather-soft stop at a particular floor after roughly a minute. The room they came to was carpeted entirely in red, and here were hundreds of partiers, almost all of them women, and almost all of them in various stages of undress.

“The VIP lounge,” said Henry, escorting Kamil to a crushed red velvet couch on wheels that slowly drifted around the room on its own power. A mechanical maid who resembled a real woman in every way sat on the arm to feed grapes to whomever looked interested.

“You know why you’re here tonight, of course,” Henry said. Kamil sat with his hands folded in his lap and gave the robot maid a polite smile. “You’re a smart fellow, so I’m just going to give you my pitch and you tell me what you’re interested in,“ he continued. “No, no, don’t say anything yet: Wait until I’m finished.

“Do you recognize any of these women? afyon escort There’s Roxanna Rio, the Sense model. There’s Felicia Turner, star of 12 Nights, 6 days. Have you seen it? I believe she’s arranged to receive several prestigious awards for her performance. Angelina Six has even taken a break from her 50 planet concert tour to be here. They’re all very interested in meeting you.”

Kamil waved to everyone. The crowd looked at him like he was the last horse d’ouvres on a plate.

“My wife and her friends, poor things, could only ever offer you themselves,” Henry said. “I’m offering you any woman. Any woman in the galaxy. If she’s not here, just name her and I’ll arrange it. Your wish is my command, Mr. Isaac. Who will it be?”

A virtual sea of the most desirable, exotic, and glamorous human specimens ever assembled under one roof waited for Kamil‘s reply. He looked around, and his eyes widened, but only by a few degrees. Unsure what to say, in the end all he did was shrug.

Henry wasn’t upset. He took them back to the elevator and pulled another lever, and after a few moments the doors opened to a dimly lit room so redolent with the scent of perfume that Kamil’s eyes watered.

Everywhere he looked there were beautiful objects of gold, silk, satin, and lace. On nearly every available surface was a nude body, some reclining, some entwined, some contorting into shapes and positions for which no words had ever been assigned.

“Now I see,” Henry said, guiding Kamil to a different couch. “You’re a man of rarified tastes. It’s not a question of which woman, but of how many, and what they’re willing to do, right? We call this the harem level. This wing is mostly for guests; I too am a man of rarified tastes.

“You’ve met my wife, of course. A spectacular partner in all things, but she and I have certain understandings. In this room, anything goes. A true libertine so rarely find a venue worthy of his most extreme indulgences. Don’t you agree. Mr. Isaac?”

Everything here was red and shadowy, and the scent and warmth of so much naked flesh seemed stifling. The place left absolutely nothing to the imagination, for there was no act Kamil could conceive of, no touching, licking, sucking, thrusting, or groping, no degradation, titillation, indulgence, or thrill that wasn’t on display. Every size, shape, and color of body was present, and every degree of willing and eager compliance was being directed at him.

“Where would you care to start? Or should I call a few of the more talented tenants in to, well, start for you, as it were?”

Kamil cleared his throat. “I don’t think…that is to say…”

Henry nodded and waved a hand. “Say no more. I see I’ve misjudged you again. My own fault, surely.”

Back to the elevator they went, and now it descended, careening through the castle’s depths and into one of the subterranean floors. This was the darkest place yet, full of the potent scent of leather, rubber, and steel, the shadows punctuated by the hard packing sound of objects on bare flesh and squeals muffled by masks, gags, and nooses.

Contraptions both medieval and super-modern were primed, oiled, and ready to twist the human figure in ways that would make the most jaded connoisseur of the anatomy blush. The click of boot heels on a cold, hard floor engendered the silent but somehow distinctly perceptible symphony of every hair standing on end.

Kamil hugged the elevator wall. Henry nodded. “Well, it isn’t for everyone.”

He pulled the lever and the door shut on the dungeon, but the elevator didn’t move yet. Henry put a hand on Kamil’s shoulder. “I’ll just come right out and ask,” he said. “Do you want to visit the stables? Or maybe the kennel? I won’t judge. I’ll give you the keys and you can pop in and out whenever you want. Even I’ll never know.”

“That’s not it either.”

“Then what is it?”

“I appreciate you going through all of this trouble to be hospitable to me. But…“

Henry leaned in. “Yes?”

“The truth is, I’m just not interested.”

For a second Henry looked as if he’d been punched in the gut. Then a darkness came over his features. “I see,” he said. And then, deeper: “I see.”

He jerked a lever so hard the entire conveyance almost tipped over. They rocketed to the rooftop, stopping with a sharp DING! on the roof island. Henry all but dragged Kamil out into the middle of the luau.

The crowd on the beach parted, astonished, and all noise and merriment ceased as every eye turned toward them. Henry’s face was flushed deep red, and his nostrils flared like an angry bull. Kamil brushed sand off of his tuxedo.

“I see how it is,” Henry said. “You think you’re too good for us.”

“No!”

“Here’s a first: I’m ashamed,” said Henry. “This kind of ingratitude shames me.”

“You don’t understand,“ said Kamil. “I’m very grateful that everyone has been so…hospitable. The simple truth is, I just haven’t met anyone I’m interested in yet.”

“Then tell us what DOES interest you?“ Henry shouted, putting his hands to the side of his head and pulling great handfuls of hair in frustration. “For God’s sake, man, you have an entire planet in the palm of your hand! Don’t you realize that?”

Every eye was on Kamil. He floundered, unable to speak. After several agonizing seconds, Annabelle separated from the crowd and touched him on the arm. She looked into his eyes. “Dear, you should tell them,” she said.

He blinked. “Are you sure?”

Annabelle nodded. “I know you hoped nobody would find out. But how much longer do you want all of this to go on?”

Kamil sighed. “All right,” he said. “If you think it’s wise.“ He turned to the partygoers. “Do you all really want to know what’s going on?” he said to the crowd.

“Jesus, yes!” said the twins, together.

“All right then,“ said Kamil. “I‘ll show you.”

With that, the Virgin of Peitho 9 undressed. And once he was completely nude in front of the entire world…he CONTINUED undressing.

At first there were gasps when Kamil seized the flesh of his left arm and seemed to roll it down like a sleeve. Then someone recognized the significance of the gleaming, metallic appliance revealed underneath. “A machine!” said a voice in the crowd. “He’s a robot!”

Kamil opened the panel on his chest and revealed the throbbing battery core that powered his countless mechanical processes. The inside of him glowed like a star. Everyone was rendered speechless. Someone on the 14th floor of the castle dropped a glass, and everyone heard it.

Then, Henry started to laugh. “Well, this explains everything,“ he said. “He’s not even a man!”

“Technically, that’s not true,“ said Kamil. “Sixty-three percent of my brain is organic. I was ruled a Fully Mechanical Human Citizen upon activation 26 years ago. And as you can see, I have the same state-of-the-art external genitalia-simulation unit that my company installs in our Casanova Gold robots.”

“…oh, we have one of those,” said Zelda, after a minute. “We used to have two, but I wore out one of the motors.”

Dorcas turned on Annabelle. “You told us he only made robots.”

“Nexus is the first robot-owned robotics company in the history of the galaxy,” said Kamil. “Although we’ve kept it quiet. There’s so much anti-robot sentiment on Earth, it would have been bad for our share price if everyone knew.”

He closed himself up.

“I came to Peitho 9 to test a new software upgrade that might allow free-willed mechanical humans like myself to experience desire, love, and lust in much the same terms you all do. We call it the, um, ‘Sex Drive.’

“This seemed the ideal place to study natural mating compulsions, in all of their various forms. But it looks like the programming is still inadequate to properly simulate the desired effect of desire.”

He paused.

“Although lately I’m beginning to suspect that the problem isn’t really me at all.”

There was some nervous laughter. Miranda smacked herself in the forehead. “Oh dear,“ she said. “Kamil…I think we may have given you the wrong idea about some things.”

Henry turned on his wife. “You knew. Somehow, you knew?”

“I didn’t know,” said Annabelle. “But I suspected. All it took was paying attention.”

By now Kamil had his clothes back on. Most people still hadn’t said anything, but the crowd did not quite seem quite ready to disperse either. Kamil cleared his throat.

“Well,” he said. “I suppose, if nothing else, I should thank you all for a most educational vacation.”

Annabelle laughed. No one else did. But she laughed enough for everybody.

***

Late night was turning back to very early morning. A cluster of meteors streaked blue and green across the purple-black Peitho sky. Dorcas lay on an anti-gravity hammock on the highest hilltop on her estate, while Miranda walked barefoot through the flower paths and watched the sky.

“And if you look very closely,“ she said, “you might just see the trail of the rocket taking the Virgin of Peitho 9 back out into the great beyond.”

“Back to Earth?” Dorcas said.

“To Minvera 4. To keep working on his new software.”

“Nice planet. I mean, I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard.”

“Me too.”

It had been two weeks since the party. Contrary to Kamil’s fears, shares of Nexus skyrocketed after his big public outing. So too, apparently, had the number of marriage proposals he received daily.

Dorcas eased into the next question as delicately as she could: “Did you…see him again?”

“Yes,” said Miranda.

“And did you…?”

“No.”

Dorcas sighed. “Neither did we.”

“Where is Zelda, anyway?”

“She left the planet unexpectedly. I think a process server is on her trail again. She’ll turn up soon. Did you hear about Henry and Annabelle? He’s suing to void the terms of the bet. Insists she set him up somehow. I find litigation so unstimulating, don’t you?”

Miranda didn’t answer. The sky was beginning to lighten.

“Anyway, I‘m sure he‘ll get along on Minerva.” Dorcas bounced up off the hammock. She was wearing a top and a skirt and even stockings. Miranda had never seen her so clothed. “You know, you COULD pay him a visit, once he’s settled in there. He liked you. Everyone could tell. Zelda was so jealous she spit.”

“That wouldn‘t be a good idea.”

“For him, or for you?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.“

Dorcas called the mechanical cabana boys. They brought margaritas. One of them was a Casanova Gold. Normally she‘d excuse herself right about now for a morning “workout,“ or better yet, invite Miranda to join her, but somehow she didn’t feel like it.

“A whole lot of stars out there. A whole lot of fish in the sea,“ Dorcas said. “We should all go on a trip. Maybe to Saturn‘s moons. Just the two of us, and Annabelle if she can get away from the lawyers. Cheer ourselves up.”

“That sounds fun,” Miranda said, and she meant it, but she knew it wouldn‘t happen. Life—or its closest equivalent—would go on, but somehow she was quite certain it would never be exactly the same.

She accepted the drink the robot offered her, and sat on the hilltop the rest of the morning, watching the rosy sun rise in the west. It was another day in paradise. Or as close to paradise as money could buy.

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Small Disclaimer in case people somehow don’t already know this, the events depicted in this story are purely fictional, and represent nothing more than a dark, twisted fantasy. The titular character is primarily based on the author, and any similarities to any real people are mere coincidence

Kate had decided she had enough. She never got her wish for eternal youth. And now at 27, she’s done with it. It’s getting less and less likely she’ll ever have a family, she can’t party hard like her younger flatmates anymore and she’s worried about how her looks might start fading.

Today was the day, she was finally going to do it. See, Kate always fantasised about death, and how to do it. When she imagined what it might be like, to die in ecstasy, she felt butterflies build up in her lower belly as the thought caused a fear reaction, but this made her tingle in all the right places, and she would grow aroused. She knew she wanted her demise to be a spectacular show for all who wished to see, and she wanted to squeeze every ounce of pleasure as she possibly could from it.

So the other day, she contacted her close friend. The 25 year old Beth, who she knew shared her fascination in some way. Kate often saw her become visibly aroused when watching movies or shows whenever a woman died on screen.

“My god, that’s…” Beth started, when Kate told her of her plans. “… So fucking hot.” She finished, sounding very excited over the phone. She agreed to help Kate with her elaborate suicide. It turned out Beth was somewhat of a camgirl. She catered to the filthy rich’s wildest fantasies. This was perfect, the plan was to livestream Kate’s death to a paying audience. Beth would receive all of the proceeds, and Kate was very satisfied with this. Besides, what could she do with the money once she’s gone?

Of course, Kate couldn’t resist the past few days, spending time watching Beth’s livestreams and pre-recorded shows. Beth was very attractive. She had milky white skin, long, fiery red hair, plump red lips and startlingly blue eyes. She was taller than Kate, at 5’10, and had lovely round DD cup orbs. A slim waist between her voluptuous curves. In all of her streams and videos, she wore a black mask to conceal her identity, The mask covered her eyes and nose, though her blue irises could be seen, as stunning as they were. The mask left her very kissable lips visible, and her chin which was very often coated in sticky, white cum by the end of her streams.

By comparison, Kate seemed small. She was 5’4, with small, but perky B cups, and a slender, athletic build. She had blonde, shoulder-length hair and gray eyes.

“I’ll send Brian round to pick you up at 8 on the dot” Beth’s words rolled around in Kate’s head. It’s 7:55, 5 minutes before she leaves her flat for the last time.

Those 5 minutes dragged on for what felt like hours to Kate. Finally, a white van showed up outside the flat. “That must be him” Kate murmured to herself.

She had got herself all dolled up a couple of hours ago. Wearing a sexy short skirt and a long-sleeve white blouse. Her makeup was done to perfection for her last day on earth, welcoming red lipstick, dark eyeliner and lightly blushed cheeks. She slipped on her favourite white peep-toe ankle boots, and left her flat. She nervously walked towards the van and tapped on the window, inquisitively mouthing the word “Brian?”. The man inside nodded. He was a big dude, must have been at least 6’5 but it was hard to tell in the driver’s seat. Kate tried to open the passenger door, but it was locked. She looked back at Brian, who shook his head and gestured to the back of the van. Kate did as she was instructed and opened the side door of the van, and climbed in.

Once she closed the door, she heard the gruff voice of Brian through a small, grated opening. “You’ll see a blindfold hanging above your head. Take it and put it on.”

Kate hesitated for a second. Is this the right Brian? She thought to herself, before concluding that she was heading to her death anyway, so what the hell? She tied the blindfold around her head and sat back against the side of the van.

She could just about make out the muffled sounds of Brian talking to someone on the phone, but couldn’t make out much of what was said. After a few seconds, she felt the van shake as the engine switched on, and then motion, as the van began to drive her to her final destination.

The trip was shorter than expected, within 20 minutes, Kate felt the van come to a complete stop, the engine switching off. She heard the driver’s door slam shut, and seconds later the sound of the side door sliding open in front of her, letting a small amount of light in through her blindfold. She flinched slightly as she felt a large, strong hand suddenly grip her shoulder gently. Brian was very soft with her, carefully helping her to her feet and guiding her out of the van. Hopping out of the van, Kate felt her heels digging in to a gravel walkway. Carefully, she allowed Brian to lead her to a building, gently ushering her through a door. She stepped into the building and shuffled awkwardly to one side, trying not to fall over while her sense of sight was obstructed. Brian closed the door behind her, and she felt his hand once again, this time on the back of her head, untying her blindfold.

Once the blindfold came off, Kate’s eyes adjusted to a different kind of lighting, a bright, white light. She found the interior of the building looked very modern, with a black, leather sofa and matching chairs, a vending machine in the corner and a reception just to her left. The room was nicely decorated with in-door plants and graphics on the walls. She looked up at Brian, who had a stone expression on his face, not revealing the slightest emotion. He was perhaps taller than Kate had first thought, her head was near enough his belt.

“Please take a seat, miss Kate. Bethany will be right out to greet you.” The tough-looking man instructed. Kate did as she was told and sat down on the black sofa, crossing her legs comfortably. She watched as Brian walked through a door, leaving her alone. Kate was sitting up straight, holding her crossed legged knee in anticipation.

Finally, perhaps two minutes later, the door Brian had left through opened up, from which emerged her good friend. Beth was already dressed for the occasion, scantily-clad in black leather. Her gorgeous, thick thighs exposed before reaching her thigh high heeled boots. The one piece suit almost looked like a bathing suit, stretching up over Beth’s shoulders, and exposing her vast cleavage.

“Kate! I can’t fucking believe you’re doing this. This is going to be so hot. Thank you so much for including me in this. I’ve already started the stream, everyone’s expecting my special guest any minute.” Beth excitedly blurted out, talking rapidly. She practically floated over to Kate and grabbed both of her hands, pulling her up. Kate went with the flow and allowed herself up off the sofa, before receiving a tight embrace from her friend. “You’re looking so hot, girl. They’re gonna love you!”

Kate chuckled nervously, “Ya think? I’m a bit shy.”

“Trust me, you look great.” Beth said, getting a good look at the small, suicidal girl. “We’ve got some real freaks in chat tonight, I might have advertised it as the kinkiest thing any of them will ever see. And coming from me, that means something hella crazy”

Kate looked down at the ground for a second, feeling embarrassed that she was even doing this. But she looked up and nodded at Beth excitedly “I can’t wait to meet your audience!”

Beth eagerly guided Kate by the hand to her sex dungeon, through the door she had appeared from. There was a very small corridor between the room they had left and the door on the other side. On a table, Beth’s usual kinky mask was placed, which Beth picked up and put on comfortably, before leading Kate further to the door.

There was no sign of Brian as she entered the well-lit room. In the centre of the room was a table, and immediately, Kate noticed the huge guillotine blade, glinting in the light of the room, suspended above the very end of the acıbadem escort table. Around the room were several cameras, expertly placed so that no camera was in another’s field of view. On the floor, atop some pillows and a blanket was a laptop, with an extra monitor perched on a small table next to it. Both screens were on, the monitor showed several different camera angles of the room, and the laptop screen displayed a chat room, which seemed very active, messages were scrolling past like crazy.

Beth led Kate to the centre of the room, next to the table. “I’m back guys, and here’s my special guest. Say hello to Kate everyone.”

With a shy smile, Kate waved at the laptop screen, and grabbed the hem of her skirt and gave a small curtsy.

“Oh my god, isn’t she so fucking cute?” Beth stated, giggling slightly. “The cameras are there, darling.” Pointing to a couple of cameras off to the right of the laptop set-up.

Kate blushed, feeling like an idiot. She gave a smile and nodded “mhm”.

“Don’t worry guys, she’s shy now, but you wait until we get started. You can probably all tell what we’re going to get up to today. And for you slow boys out there, no, it’s not just some girl-girl action.”

Beth turned to Kate, and whispered “So, shall we warm up first?”, she gently caressed Kate’s collar.

“mhm” Kate repeated, scared to speak in front of so many people. Her eyes diverting from one camera to the next.

Kate felt her head tilt back slightly as Beth pulled delicately on her hair, looking down to Kate, she went in for a kiss. This was unexpected, and Kate hesitated. But Beth’s lips on her own felt warm and welcoming, and she seized the moment, she softly licked Beth’s lips and Beth responded with a soft bite on Kate’s lower lip. They stood in the centre of the cameras, making out. Beth reached down to Kate’s arse and squeezed her tight cheeks, scrunching up her skirt against her, exposing the shapely folds between her butt and her thighs. It became quickly apparent that Kate neglected to wear any underwear, when the skirt was raised above her waist, giving camera 5 a great shot of her perky little bum. Beth’s hands fell onto her exposed cheeks and gripped tightly, almost clawing her.

Suddenly, Kate’s own finger appeared between her thighs, just under her butt. She was already stroking her pussy, while her other hand snaked up Beth’s body to her breast.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Kate could hear several quiet dings coming from the monitor set up. Looks like the tips were rolling in.

Beth moved down to Kate’s neck, where she nibbled, before biting and sucking on her ear lobe, causing Kate to let out a small, high pitched moan of surprise. It felt good, Kate went with the flow, squeezing Beth in all the right places, and gently strumming on her own clit under her skirt.

Eventually, Beth pulled away. Leaving Kate with her eyes closed, pursing her lips for more. Kate blinked her eyes open and watched Beth shake her hips smoothly as she glided around the table like a succubus. Kate gained some confidence, and began to unbutton her blouse. Gently guiding her fingers along her chest.

Beth gave Kate a seductive grin, and held her arms out, displaying the table. “This is your day, babe.”

Kate smirked back, eyeing the table and the guillotine before returning her gaze to her sexy executioner. “No, this is yours.” She said, as she slipped out of the blouse. Her skirt was high on her waist, revealing her fully to the cameras around the room. Her perky tits sported hard, pointing nipples, more stimulated than Kate remembers them ever being.

Beth let out a sultry sigh, her clear blue eyes narrowing softly as she watched Kate undress, she posed with her back arched for the cameras, letting her viewers get a good shot of her big, round butt.

Kate walked over to the table, still feeling a little awkward as she moved, her legs felt stiff with nerves. As she approached the table, she lifted a finger up, and touched the blade of the guillotine. Immediately she felt the sting, withdrawing her finger. “Ow!” She put her finger to her mouth, giving it a kiss. “That’s sharp.” Kate giggled as she walked past the blade, and shuffled her butt onto the table. “So how are we doing this?” Kate remembered what she had agreed with Beth; the viewers would decide when Kate’s head would roll, but no one, not even the paying audience knew what value was placed on Kate’s life. Beth used a random number generator to calculate how much Kate’s demise will be worth, and when a certain amount of tips is reached in a category, the blade will fall. The thought of not knowing when the end is coming excited Kate to no end.

A separate tipping category will provide stimulation to the mistress, Beth. In the form of a vibrating toy, wirelessly connected to the net that will respond to tips, and the amount tipped. Beth had another one of these set up for Kate, who was in a separate tipping category for tonight.

“Well, I think we should strap you in.” Beth suggested.

Kate nodded in agreement, and began to get into position. She was on her back, using her limbs to shuffle into place, she was staring right up at the shining blade, and hesitated for a moment before placing her neck in the brace.

Once she was in position, Beth stretched her body over Kate, and took a leather strap from the other side of the table, and tightened it over Kate’s shoulders and biceps, her arms forced to her side, but her forearms still able to move. She then slid Kate’s skirt down her legs, and slipped it over her favourite boots, tossing it carelessly to one side. The last piece of clothing Kate will ever wear.

Next to the blade, Kate saw Beth’s mask-concealed face appear. Beth bent down and gave Kate another kiss, Kate elicited a small gasp, and passionately kissed her back as Beth slid the other half of the structure’s lunette down around her neck. Twisting a handle that locked the brace into place. This obstructed Kate’s view of her own body, and most of the room. In her mind, it was almost as if her head and body were already separated. Her body no longer belongs to her, she signed herself over to Beth as her property.

She was getting closer. Kate was about to end her life, and experience the greatest pleasure she could imagine.

“Not long now, sweetie.” Beth said, kissing her again, before leaving Kate’s view, and heading to the pillows with her streaming set up. Kate heard her speaking to her audience.

“Okay guys, so I’m going to open up the main category for tonight. You already know the goal is hidden, but the result is more kinky than anything you’ve ever seen, I’d bet!” She spoke seductively, Kate recognised it from her streams, but in person she was usually the sweetest, most innocent sounding girl. “Oh, that’s very naughty of you, CockMonster15, I’m sure she’d love that!” Speaking to the chat. “Yes, that’s coming next, Ryan. Thanks for the tip!”

Beth responded to a few more viewers, before stopping. She walked over to Kate, still strapped to the table, her fingers and toes waving in anticipation. She felt Beth’s hand on her leg, she moved it up her inner thigh, and just brushed past her dripping wet cunt. Without a word, Kate felt Beth push something round and smooth inside her little hole, another part of the toy just pressed against her clit. Beth again made her way into Kate’s vision, and gave her a smile, just as a ringing sound was heard from the laptop. Suddenly, Kate felt the small, rubber toy inside her begin to pulsate, while the nub against her clit vibrated gently. Her body trembled slightly and she moaned softly. The toy did its thing for around 10 seconds.

Beth unzipped her suit at her backside, which allowed it to fall away from her body, she let the material drape over her body, revealing only her jiggling butt to one of the cameras. Eventually, the suit fell away, unleashing her bouncy, round tits. Kate noticed a glinting piercing studded through Beth’s left nipple, a dark, yet vibrant tattoo displayed itself just under her breast, it looked adana escort like the horns of a demonic ram. It was a turn on for Kate, it made the whole thing seem like some Satanic ritual. She didn’t believe in that stuff, but it certainly gave it an extra ‘edge’, so to speak. She glared once again at the blade above her, just waiting to drop.

Beth was holding a smart phone in her hand, clearly she was streaming Kate’s face close up. Kate smiled nervously into the camera, feeling turned on by the viewers watching her helpless expressions.

“We’ve already had several donations for your head to be cut off. So early! Luckily, it looks like your life is worth more than the 700 total credits.” Beth taunted playfully.

She put the phone down on a small table she brought up next to Kate. The phone was perched in a perfect position for Kate to see the screen, showing her own face, comments scrolling past, and the donation total towards her final moment.

“What dumb bitch agrees to have her head cut off? This has to be fake right?” One comment read.

“Im rock hard gonna don8 200 credits every minute” Another read.

“I want to cum on that helpless bitch’s face and drop the blade myself” One perverted viewer commented.

“I know I’d let Mistress Bethany cut my head off”

Kate felt her pussy leaking, coating the toy in her lubricant. Beth walked around to the other end of the table, she licked her fingers and flickered them along her pussy, before spreading the lips between two fingers and popping her own toy inside. She began to climb onto the table, running her hands along the length of Kate’s legs. Just as her head came close enough for Kate to feel her breath on her pussy, another ringing sound was heard, and the toy began bulging and vibrating again, sending Kate into more convulsions, and pleasured moans. Before the toy had stopped, she felt Beth’s tongue pushing at the toy inside her, forcing it a little deeper inside, and tasting Kate’s dripping sex.

Beth continued to taste Kate with her tongue, as she brought her fingers up to Kate’s asshole, surprising her with a quite prod of two fingers, down to the knuckle. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, Beth’s sex toy was triggered, and her whole body shook, stimulating Kate further. Ring.

Again, Kate’s toy is triggerd, and her entire world is rocked in ecstasy, a broken scream barely escaped her lips, and her eyes rolled back. The excitement of the whole thing, the uncertainty about when her time is up and the stimulation Beth provides is enough to send Kate into an orgasm. But is it her last?

Not yet. The blade was on her mind the entire time. She couldn’t help but imagine it just coming down now, and sending her head into the metal basket Beth had set up. She noticed a comment from one viewer “Fuck, her face made me cum already. You can kill her now”.

Beth stayed between Kate’s thighs for a while, drinking up as much as she could, before crawling further up her body, she began fondling and squeezing Kate’s perky tits, she licked and nibbled her erect nubs, sometimes pinching them between her fingers and twisting, making Kate squirm. She continued to play with the toy inside of Kate with one of her arms.

Kate couldn’t see Beth crawling across her body, and the anticipation of what she might do next keeps her hanging on the edge of another orgasm.

Tips keep coming in for the girls, sending them in to spasms and loud moans. Kate looks over to the phone screen to find out her life at least is worth 1650 credits in the impending death tip category.

Kate eventually felt Beth dismount her, and a couple of seconds later, she saw the sexy seductress again. Beth smiled at Kate, looking her in the eyes as she grabbed the supports of the Guillotine in both hands, and positioned her cunt above Kate’s head, squeezing it between her thighs, she positioned her glistening fuckhole on Kate’s lips, and closed her eyes and bit her lip, as the doomed slut’s tongue entered.

Suddenly, a big spender in Beth’s fanbase drops 10,000 credits into the beheading category. Kate’s toy was practically on non-stop, and getting more and more powerful with each donation.

Beth was clearly enjoying herself, snaking her body through the air as she rode Kate’s head.

It was time for a new position. Beth reluctantly took her pussy away from the hungry tongue that buried itself deep inside of her, and bent down to give Kate another passionate kiss, tasting her own pussy on Kate’s tongue, as both moaned and cried out in pleasure, being shaken senseless by the toys in their weeping cunts.

When Beth left Kate once more, to walk back around the table, Kate glanced again at the phone screen. Above the image of her own, pleasured, doe-eyed expression, she saw the number 15,300 credits. She felt Beth at her legs again, rubbing her sensually. Beth got up on the table with Kate again, and hooked her left leg under Kate’s right. She moved herself along her butt, closer to Kate. Their pleasure toys were touching from pussy to pussy, she placed her right leg with her knee bent over Kate’s body. She pushed herself into Kate, forcing both of their toys back in, to continue pulsing and throbbing inside of them, both of them felt the vibrations of both toys, pushing them both over the edge.

Kate’s eyes rolled back again as her cunt exploded with pleasure, sending waves of an orgasm through her body, and Beth cried out and threw her head back in the air. This, as Shruungnk! The blade drops. It took a second, as Kate’s vision suddenly swung upwards, as her head spun around into the basket below, for her to realise it had just happened.

The force of the blade and the shock and stimulation of the entire situation caused Kate to shoot milk into the air from her hard, tingling nipples. Her body immediately convulsed and shook violently, and Beth’s body did much the same, as she screamed out loud, as the biggest orgasm of her life took hold of her. She did it, she finally experienced first hand the pleasure of killing. After Kate’s headless, fresh corpse settled down to the occasional spasms and twitching, Beth fell back, exhausted. She stayed sprawled over Kate’s body for a few seconds, before slowly pulling herself up and away. Maintaining her alluring walk cycle, she head around the front of the table. Bending down to pick Kate’s head up out of the metal bin.

Kate’s eyes darted around from time to time. It was as if she was still in there, but time was skewed, she couldn’t tell if it felt faster or slower, and she felt completely weightless, especially as her head began rising. She could still see, somewhat. Her vision was different, things seemed mixed up, as if half of the room was upside down, and the other half was normal. She suddenly saw her own face, it was next to the number 18400. The worth of her life. She saw her eyes seemed cloudy, tongue dangling uselessly from her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin. Drops of blood intermittently falling from her severed neck. She saw Beth’s smiling, but hidden face next to her, holding Kate’s head up by the hair.

As you can probably imagine, the stream chat was going crazy.

“Yes! Yes! I can’t believe it actually happened!”

“Did that ditsy cunt seriously just get her head cut off?”

“Bullshit! CGI! Pre-recorded!”

Beth looked from the Camera to Kate, turning Kate’s head to face her, and went in for a kiss. She licked Kate’s tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking, she took in her whole tongue, until their lips were touching. Once she was done kissing Kate, she carried her head around the table, making sure to let Kate get one final look at her twitching body. She placed the slutty head between her own separated thighs, pushing her tongue against her own clitoris. Her girl juices from the still leaking pussy joining the saliva running down Kate’s chin.

A hidden door to the side of the room opens, and a large figure emerges. Kate would have recognised it as Brian, from the sheer size and bulk. But to the stream viewers, it looks like a hulking ghoulish man-creature. His sakarya escort skin was an almost green kind of pale, bulging veins and scars covered his body. He was fully naked, aside from a kind of spiked helmet and mask covering his face, obscuring his identity. Adorning his body were chains, they appeared to be hooked into his flesh at random intervals in his chest, bicep and leg, and draped around his body. He shambled to the centre of the room, the chains clanged and chimed as he moved, letting out low huffing sounds.

Beth smiled “My sweet monster.” She said, placing a hand on his hulking pectoral.

Panting was heard from behind Brian. Two battle-scarred American pit bulls followed the monster, almost as scarred as he was. Both of the dogs moved to the side of the room, obediently sitting at the side, just watching the scene in front of them.

The viewers will have noticed a large cleaver type tool in the tormented giant’s hand. He pushed Beth aside with the back of his hand, she shuffled to the side and let him pass, headed for Kate’s fresh remains. He placed his long blade on the table next to the sexy decapitated corpse. He picked up Kate’s head from between her thighs, and looked into her eyes intently. He then looked straight ahead and expertly pushed Kate’s open mouth onto his bulging cock, her tongue poking out under his meat.

Brian’s cock was barely semi-erect, yet was still almost too big for kate’s mouth and throat, soft tearing was heard as what was left of her throat was forced open wider by the giant’s fuck stick, small flecks of blood landed on her tits, still topped by erect, milk-leaking nipples. Brian’s growing and throbbing cock popped through her throat and could be seen poking out through Kate’s mouth and neck. Beth stood behind him, running her hands up his body as he began pushing and pulling Kate’s head on his dick. Growling and moaning roughly and loud.

Beth bent down slightly, and ran her hands down Brian’s crotch, past Kate’s head. She cupped Brian’s large balls, and groped them gently, she shuffled around in front of Brian to begin licking and sucking at them, pre-cum started to drip onto her neck and shoulders. Eventually, Brian got bored of fucking Kate’s pretty, lifeless face, and pulled his hardened cock back out through her mouth. Pulling out more saliva, that spluttered onto Beth’s body. Without a care in the world, Brian tossed Kate’s head to the side, it rolled a couple of times across the floor until resting on one cheek, her now messy hair covering most of her face, one cloudy eye visible on one of the streaming cameras.

Brian ripped the leather straps away from Kate’s body with pained grunts, before grabbing her with his large hands. Far from the gentle touch he had earlier in the day when helping Kate out of his van, he roughly manhandled the still twitching body, grabbing her waist with both hands and sliding her to the end of the table. Her legs fell limply towards the ground, and her perky little bum rested on the edge of the table, giving Brian the access he needed to rip the girl-soaked toy from her pussy, and forcing his dick hard into her vice-tight cunt. He lifted Kate’s dead legs up by the thighs, , so they uselessly flailed with each of his thrusts.

In the meantime, Beth approached her pit bulls. Regular viewers will have recognised these dogs, as they often featured in Beth’s taboo fetish videos. These dogs were very well trained, and certainly seemed to enjoy the sex they have with their mistress on a semi-regular basis.

Beth kneeled between the two dogs, stroking their cheeks softly, and kissing each dog on the nose. She slid her hands down their necks and bellies, wrapping her fingers around each of the large dogs sheathes. She rubbed them gently, running her fingers through the fur of their doggy cock-sheathes.

One camera was pointed directly under the trio, giving viewers a full view of Beth’s sleek, well-practiced hands working her doggies cocks. The particularly large, red lipstick-like knotty cocks began to emerge from their sheathes, and Beth expertly handled and stimulated them, tickling their dangling bollocks.

Grunting faster and faster as he thrust, Brian picked up his cleaving blade, and raised it above his head as he fucked the freshly dead fuck toy. Brian swung the blade down with great strength, tearing straight through Kate’s shoulder and severing her left arm. A small amount of blood squirted out, most of her having been drained through her neck in the specially designed neck-brace, turning Kate’s skin pale.

Brian blurted out a loud, low pitched yell as his body stiffened and trembled, pumping torrents of his warm cock milk into the decapitated cum dumpster.

Still grunting, Brian pulled out of the corpse, and picked her up again by the waist. He dropped the body to the ground with a thud. And shifted her along the floor, he parked her ass in the air, resting on her limp legs, her one attached arm spread wildly on the floor, while her top half perched on the base of her severed neck. The V of her pussy poked out between her thighs, presenting to not just a camera, but also to Beth’s prized pit bulls. Brian picked up Kate’s severed arm walked slowly away and out of the room, still moaning like a zombie.

Beth got up, and shook her hips as she walked towards her dead friend’s sexy, mutilated corpse, her dogs following closely behind. She got on all fours, right besides Kate. And presented her own leaky pussy to her dog friends. Almost in sync, the dogs mounted a body each. Instinctively finding each warm love tunnel. They rapidly began pumping themselves in and out of their bitches. Kate’s body started to slide down, lacking any muscle resistance, until her body was sprawled out on the floor, her arse left somewhat in the air as the big doggy fucked her pussy like there was no tomorrow.

The live stream chat was starting to die down a little, most of the viewers had blown their load, and were presumably slouched over their desks, knocked unconscious from sheer disbelief.

The dog inside Kate came first, lifting his leg over her backside, he turned his body, the knot of his cock swelling up inside of her, locking him in place while he pumped cum inside of her. Shortly followed by Beth’s mounted pup, Beth moaned and squealed in delight, looking in to one of the live stream cameras. While the dog was tied with Beth, she spoke, again maintaining a sultry, seductive voice, “Well boys and girls. We’re coming to the end of the live stream. That was the best yet wouldn’t you agree? I think her life was worth more than 18k, but hey. I didn’t set the price.” Her doggy’s cock slipped out of her cunt, which leaked the hot dog cum onto the floor. She let out a soft ‘oohh’ with pursed lips, turned to Kate and put her hand on her back. “I hope you guys had a great time, I know this one had the time of her life.”

Later that day, Kate’s remains were fed to the pit bull assistants, and the remaining bones were disposed of in an acid bath.

Beth’s stream blew up online, to the point it became quickly evident that many people all over the world, secretly relished in this dark taboo. Just a year later, most western countries legalised consensual murder (and bestiality), as long as it was live-streamed. A surprising number of women signed up, to be executed in all manner of ways, and Beth was a pioneer in the industry. She amassed a fortune with her live shows, and murdered her way through dozens of willing sluts, with the assistance of Brian, her man-ghoul and her beloved dogs.

7 years passed, and Beth decided she wanted to go out the same way as her old friend Kate. With all the excitement she could handle. Her death would be live-streamed, and Brian would do the deed with an executioner’s axe. The first, and last time, her adoring fans would ever see her un-masked face. Beth and Brian’s daughter, lovingly named ‘Kate’, will go on in future years, at the age of 18 to inherit Beth’s pornography empire, and work with her father to produce more kinky content in memory of her mother.

The end.

A potential Part 2 for this story may be coming soon. “Kate goes to hell”. The likelihood of this increases dramatically depending on the reception of this story. Please leave comments and ratings if you’d like to see a continuation. Criticism is always welcome, or if you have any ideas you’d like to see me write, I’m very open to them

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I really want to thank you all for the positive support of my first story. I worked a little harder and tried to catch more of my spelling errors and I tried not to rely on spell check so much to catch my mistakes. A little side note there isn’t a lot of sex in this story either as I wanted to build the story first. I do hope you enjoy this next installment, and remember all feed backs are welcomed and taken.

A lot of things ran through my mind as I waited for the signal of the ambush. Mainly being the situation I currently found myself in. I am stuck in a foreign land, and no real clue on how I am supposed to get back home. The people that found me, has made a deal with me. I am to help then in a plot to over assassinate the current ruler of Shtrayu Empire for the chance that they will send me back to my home.

Another thing is the fact that somehow I can pilot this huge and strange robot called a Scared Mechanoid with just the thoughts from my mind. To be honest, it’s almost too surreal I was actually piloting the mechanoid. Almost every morning I expect to wake up in my grandparent’s cabin and found out this was all a dream.

What I have gathered so far, the mechanoids move with the when a compatible pilot touches the cocoon of the dormant mechanoid and they unite with the mechanoid. The controls are operated by two orbs on both sides of the pilot’s chair that help link the pilot’s mind with the mechanoid. They are powered with an energy call Aho. I guess it is some kind of radiation in the air that is not lethal but it does take a special type of person to use mechanoids do to the pilot’s resistance to the Aho energy. The Aho is collected from the air and used by the Aho reactor generators. It seems like mostly women have this resistance and very few men.

The mechanoids themselves are a sight of wonder and amazement. They start out as robotic skeleton frames surrounded by this clear cocoon. As a pilot enters the cocoon they are surrounded by a bubble and lifted through the cocoon into the robot skeleton’s chest. The rest of the cocoon material becomes the mechanoid’s armor, and from what I have seen no two mechanoids are the same. I’m guessing here but since connected to the pilot’s mind the mechanoids take on the pilot’s personality, talent, or strengths.

These Scared Mechanoids are used as weapons of mass destruction because of the power they wield. One mechanoid could easily wipe out an army without much effort. Doll told me that is why there is a limited number of mechanoids accessible to each empire. That number is controlled by the Church of the Holy Lands. She also explained that when a mechanoid pilot isn’t recruited by a military or empire they are none as ronin pilots. Many are skilled enough or have a low endurance to the Aho energy.

To add on everything else was the whole assassination plot I was a part of. Getting myself mixed up in killing a queen of the empire just so I could go home wasn’t sitting too well with me. This went against everything I was ever taught by everyone from my grandparents, my mother, and my sensei teachings. The fear of never going home or seeing any of family and friends ever again was just too painful. So, I rationalized my part in this coup d’état in being I was just a diversionary tactic for the man in the mask to kill the queen. I was to distract the queen’s body guard and draw her into a fight away from the queen. I didn’t have to do any of the killings. Doll, the green haired beautiful girl who piloted the black mechanoid, was to support us from the air with a long ranged riffle and make sure no one interfered from outside of the ambush zone.

Damn it, and then there was Doll. She had been my teacher and trainer in use of the mechanoid. She was actually the only one that I had any real interactions with for several weeks. Sure, there were others that would spare with me with mechanoids but I rarely got to talk with any of them. I knew I was starting to have strong feelings for her to the point of fantasizing about being with her most of the time. Then to have been caught by her as I was jacking off mortified me. I’m such an idiot for doing that before this mission.

Then to make matters even worse were the cramps in my stomach and the cold sweat pouring from my body. I figured it was just nerves play havoc with me before the fight was to begin. I began to meditate and slow my breathing down. I needed to get a hold of myself so I don’t screw up my one chance at going home. I didn’t want to die on this world or go back to that prison cell.

“Kenneth, get ready the ship is about in range. You will go on my signal and attack the ship to draw out the queen’s body guard.” The man in the mask commanded.

I powered up my Scared Mechaniod and watched as my displays came into view to see a floating island with a castle built towards the rear of the ship. The ship had to be around a quarter mile long. The bottom of the island looked to be rock. The island castle almost seemed like it was pulled from the ground and fitted with these engines on each side.

When the ship was the predetermined spot I began my attack. I took off in the air and headed straight for the front of the castle at full speed. Now was the time to take my destiny in my own hands and do what I needed to do to get back home. Nothing was going to stop me from my goal.

As she boarded the Swan, Queen Lasharra was mostly pleased with the way the crowning ceremony. Since the death of her parents, everything in her life had unraveled. The Prime Minister Babalun Mest had stepped in and taken control of the empire while she was attending the Holy Land Academy. She had just started her 9 grade classes when the accident happened.

Lasharra had taken off school so she could return home to be crowned the queen in front of the empire. Lord Babalun had suggested that this would help the people unite under the government’s leadership. The crowning ceremony would also assure the other empires of their strength. Just because the Shtrayu Empire had lost the former rulers their daughter was more than capable in ruling the empire into the future.

She was very much honored the Pope of the Holy Lands allowed her to take the Scared Mechalord and use it in her crowning ceremony. The Scared Mechalord was a very ancient and powerful mechanoid built by an ancient race called the Senshi. It was very rare for the Scared Mechalord to be used outside of the Holy Lands Academy where it was usually stored.

The Swan took off and set its coarse back to the Holy Lands Academy. Queen Lasharra was very anxious in getting back the academy for a couple reasons. The first was to return the Scared Mechalord and the burden of having such an ancient relic aboard her ship. The second was the feeling that forces were beginning to move in and take the crown from her as well as her life.

Babalun was not a man she trusted completely. She had heard rumors about him wanting to have the crown for himself, but she had nothing to support those rumors. As a Prime Minister, Babalun was very good at his job over seeing the country while Queen Lasharra was away attending school. She also knew that keeping him in the position would be easier to keep tabs on him. If he was planning something the world’s spotlight would be on him at all times. Babalun couldn’t just seize power outright without the watchful eyes of the other nations or causing a civil war in the Shtrayu Empire.

Since leaving the Shtrayu boarders and crossing into Shurifon Kingdom Lasharra felt a bit more at easy. She didn’t think anyone would be foolish enough to attack her ship in Shurifon Empire. The dark elf race was ferociously territorial about their lands. The king had given her safe passage through his territory. She also knew Princess Aura Shurifon would be on patrol and she would be meeting up with her to escort her on the final leg into the Holy Lands and finally the Holy Land Academy.

Lasharra and her entourage had gathered in the hanger bay looking over the Scared Mechalord when the alarm sounded. They were under attack by an unknown Scared Mechanoid. Chiaia Flan ran to the window of the hanger bay to see if she could recognize the mechanoid. As she saw it come into view she gasped at seeing a solid white mechanoid. To her memory, a white mechanoid has never been recorded or heard of until now.

She turned to Lasharra to explain the situation of the white mechanoid attack on the Swan when it was rocked by explosions. “We would like you to capture this white mechanoid pilot to question her Chiaia. So do be careful in not banging her up too badly.” Lasharra told her bodyguard.

“We have several questions to ask her about this attack.” Lasharra continued.

“As you wish your majesty.” Chiaia answered crossing her fist over her heart in a salute.

Chiaia ran across the hang disrobing her uniform she was wearing revealing a body suit that showed off her amazingly tight body. Her red hair and bright green eyes seemed to top off the rest of her 5’4 tall 110 frame. Her 36c breast seemed to be barely contained in the mechanoid pilot’s suit.

Chiaia placed her hand against her Scared Mechanoid’s cocoon and she entered into the bubble that took her into its cockpit. After her mechanoid finished with its transformation it stood up. Chiaia’s mechanoid was an elegant rose pink colored cross between a humanoid and a fox. The long bushy tail of the mechanoid was a lighter shade of pink as were the ears of the mechanoid.

Chiaia pick up her sword then proceeded to exited the hangar and complete her mission of capturing the mysterious white mechanoid’s pilot. She was very confident in her abilities as a Scared Mechanoid pilot since she was in the top of her class at the academy. There were very few pilots that could make her in a one on one dual. Plus, she was to be knighted as a Scared Mechamaster upon her return to the academy.

She flew out the hangar and chased the white mechanoid to the front of the ship and where she engaged the attacker. Chiaia got a better look at the white mechanoid noticing ağrı escort the long horn on top of its head and thick tail. Even standing across from her the mechanoid took up a strange fighting stance as they each sized each other up.

Chiaia announced to the mysterious pilot if she was willing to surrender peacefully no harm would come to her. After a brief standoff between the two Scared Mechanoid pilots neither mechanoid moved. Chiaia not being one to hold back in a fight lunged forward with her first strike hoping to catch the white mechanoid off guard or the very least judge her opponent’s abilities.

They easily blocked her attack with its sword and using their free hand gave a quick but powerful grab to Chiaia’s midsection. Chiaia jumped back to avoid the blow and revaluate her assailant. Running at her the white mechanoid spun at the last second bringing it sword down at her in a board high arch that took every bit of her skills to block. Many lesser pilots would have been crushed with such a fierce attack.

Chiaia knew right then her opponent was no mere ronin mechanoid pilot. From the last few seconds of this battle she knew whoever this girl was, she turned out be an elite mechanoid pilot, and that this threat was very serious. Chiaia also knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy fight, nor was she so confident on its outcome anymore.

She fired a small wrist laser at the white mechanoid in hopes of landing a stunning blow with her next attack. As the laser beam hit a bright light showed the shadow of the mechanoid, and Chiaia seize opportunistic moment and attack the white mechanoid with a crossing slash, but it didn’t hit anything where not but a milliseconds the white mechanoid stood. As the light dimmed she didn’t see any signs of the mechanoid. When a glimmer of light reflected off the sword making her look up and the white mechanoid came down from the air with another mighty blow that brought Chiaia’s mechanoid to its knees.

As the fighting outside commenced the masked man in his blue Scared Mechanoid entered the hanger in search of the Queen Lasharra. Standing by the Scared Mechalord on the second level was Lasharra and Ulyte Mesut. Ulyte Mesut was one of the Holy Land Academy’s most popular teachers as well as Babalun’s younger brother. The mysterious blue mechanoid raised it shield and sword for the attack that would complete their mission. He first fired a stun beam into Ulyte so that it didn’t look like he was anyway related to this assassination.

“Who are you and who ordered you to attack us?” Queen Lasharra demanded the blue mechanoid.

“Prepare to die Lasharra.” The mask man in the blue mechanoid answered.

Lasharra took that time to try and escape around the Scared Mechalord only to be blocked by the blue mechanoid’s attack. Outside the fighting intensified as Chiaia was firing a barrage of laser blast at the white mechanoid. The white mechanoid dodge all of the laser blast but was becoming more aggressive with its attacks that it was all Chiaia could do to keep a little distance between them. The blue mechanoid started to bring down his sword to kill Lasharra. The white mechanoid outside seemed to power up for its next attack. This caused a trigger in the Scared Mechalord to give out a thunderous growl taking everyone by surprise.

The Scared Mechalord has never reacted or been powered up since its discovery. This distraction was all green armored mechanoid need to ram the blue mechanoid out of the way allowing Lasharra to escape further into the ship.

Stunned and off balanced the mask man yelled out, “The Scared Mechalord? What is happening, and where did that other mechanoid come from? There was only supposed to be one mechanoid on the Swan!”

Wahanly Shume was a mechanic and inventor that came from the Barrier Workshop where she worked with Chiaia’s father Naua Flan. She had attained the queen’s coronation and hitched a ride with her friend Lasharra back to the academy. Wau to her friends stood about 5’5 and weighed about 110 pounds. Her complexion was very soft and smooth and her purple hair gave her a pixie quality about her. Her breast was 34b and the rest of her body was very slender. Wahanly’s mechanoid was what you expect a mechanic to look like. It was brown and heavily armored. Though it was surprising agile with many extras Wahanly personally invented.

Proud of herself Wahanly turn back around facing the blue mechanoid readying her lance as it turned its attention to her. “Oh yeah, I just rescued Queen Lasharra like a pro!” she exclaimed.

“Point totally scored for me.” She continued.

The mask man scanned the area looking for the last chance in assassinating Lasharra saw her disappear into the build out of reach. “Lasharra has escaped! How dare you get in my way with such and inferior mechanoid? I shall show you no mercy for this intrusion!” he shouted.

Turning his rage towards the pilot of the green mechanoid he backed out of the hanger to give himself some room to destroy this interloper. The green mechanoid followed the blue mechanoid as it entered the darkness of the night. Once the green mechanoid appeared past the hangar doors the blue mechanoid attacked giving the green mechanoid a barrage of sword strikes driving it closer the edge of the Swan.

“Just a little more, and then I’ll show you what I can really do.” Wahanly smirked as she reached the edge of the side of the Swan.

With his next strike the masked man sent the green mechanoid over the edge of the Swan in a sudden free fall. Seeing his opportunity in finishing his opponent the blue mechanoid drove in after her to drive his sword through the cockpit.

Lasharra emerged from her balcony to watch the battle taken place around her ship. Seeing Wahanly’s mechanoid go over the edge and the blue mechanoid go in after her Wahanly raised her specially outfitted lance and fired a round into the shoulder of the blue mechanoid shattering it completely.

“So this is the famous gun powder, we have heard so much about. We are just impressed with it Wahanly.” Lasharra smirked with glee at seeing the blue mechanoid driven back by the impact of the shot. Hearing the explosion of the shot Chiaia realized the white mechanoid was a decoy and turned to head back to the hangar.

Taking in the damage done by this new weapon the pilot of the blue mechanoid called for Doll to come in a rescue him. “This is bad, my mechanoid is too damage to continue this any longer.” The mask man said to himself. As he turned to make his escape the green mechanoid blocked his route and took aim again at the blue mechanoid.

Just as Wahanly was about to fire on the blue mechanoid she started taking damage from laser blast coming in from above them. The black mechanoid Doll piloted came in firing and took hold of the blue mechanoid and withdrawing him to safety.

Wahanly not wanting her test subject get away switch weapons from the lance to a strange stick she was holding. “Wait right there I still have a bunch more stuff I want to test out on you.” Wahanly said as she cocked the weapon in her hands.

“Wait now the there is a black Scared Mechanoid?” Lasharra gasp at the sight of it lifting the blue mechanoid out of the battle.

“Falling to pieces already?” Doll smirked as she asks the masked man.

“Silence! Take me to a safe location immediately!” The man in the mask shouted.

“Is that anyway to talk to the lady that just saved you?” Doll retorted.

“Hurry it up Doll!” he said exasperated.

Wahanly took aim and began to fire on the two escaping mechanoids. Doll moved the blue mechanoid into position to block the incoming rounds Wahanly was firing at her. Noticing the tactic the black mechanoid was using to protect itself Wahanly said:” Oh wow that hurts. I feel bad for her, but not bad enough to stop.” As she continue to fire at the retreating pair of mechanoids.

Doll used the blue mechanoid as cover returned fire as she continued to make their escape from the battle. As they made it out of Wahanly’s range, she turned her sights towards the white Scared Mechanoid still fighting with Chiaia.

“It’s just you and me now!” Chiaia told the white mechanoid pilot as they clashed swords together.

“Useless imbecile! We failed because you couldn’t hold them at bay! Now, I have to retreat thanks to you. You must take the responsibility of your error and kill Lasharra by yourself. If you should success I’ll keep my promise and return you to your home.” The man in the mask told the white mechanoid pilot.

Chiaia noticed the pause in its attack as if they were distracted, and she took the advantage striking with a series of well place attacks. She wanted to drive the white mechanoid back into the side of the castle and hopefully pin it a draw out the pilot into surrendering.

Chiaia took another step in her continued attack when all the sudden the white mechanoid dropped to all fours and its tail swept her feet out from under her. “Its tail?” she exclaimed. In all her years of training and fighting with Scared Mechanoids she has never once seen anyone use their tail.

The white mechanoid turned to finish the job of assassinating Queen Lasharra but was blocked by the green mechanoid of Wahanly. “Now it’s two against one. This is going to be easy!” Wahanly said excitedly.

“Don’t count on it Wau. She is skilled and her fight stance is very powerful. Beside what are you doing out here? I thought you were in the workshop.” Said Chiaia.

“Is that anyway to speak to the person who saves the queen? Besides you looked like you needed a little help.” Wahanly explained. “Besides, you were supposed to capture her and not kill her.” She continued.

“Yeah, so I was.” Chiaia said dejectedly.

As the two mechanoids surrounded the white Scared Mechanoid getting ready for a joint attack it release it Aho reactor’s limiter. That sent a surge of power throughout the white mechanoid increasing its speed and strength radically.

“What? çeşme escort She removed her reactor’s limiter!” Wahanly exclaimed.

Just as the words left Wahanly’s mouth the white mechanoid turned on Chiaia’s pink mechanoid and with one hand strike to her arm the white mechanoid severed the arm at the should joint and knocked Chiaia mechanoid to the ground. Then it turned its sights towards the green mechanoid of Wahanly.

“What is that thing, some kind of monster?” Chiaia asked.

Wahanly began to fire her cannon that the white mechanoid. “Come on, hit it already!” she yelled as she quickly emptied her cannon at the white mechanoid.

“That Scared Mechanoid pilot is true amazing.” Lasharra gasped at witnessing the attack.

“How can she still be going without the limiter?” Chiaia asked in a panicked voice.

“I really don’t know how she can keep going; she should have passed out by now with that much Aho flooding her system.” Explained Wahanly.

With blazing speed the white mechanoid was upon Wahanly as it was grabbing the green mechanoid’s head and lifting it off the ground by one hand. “Oh crap, I think I just peed myself!” cried Wahanly as she was staring at the face of the white mechanoid too close for her comfort.

Just as if all was lost the Aho reactor started glowing bright blinding everyone. The skin on the scared mechanoid started rapidly turning black and the blackness was spreading up its legs. The white mechanoid grabbed its head as if in pain but no sound came from the pilot.

“Now what is happening?” Chiaia asked shielding her eyes from the blinding light.

“She’s hit her operational limits!” shouted Wahanly. “The reactor is over accelerating!” she cried.

The shockwave of Aho energy emitted from the whit Scared Mechanoid flood into Wahanly and Chiaia’s mechanoids causing them to reach their limits. When that happens a terrible sickness over comes them both. The strains on Wahanly’s body cause her to pass out since she was right next to the white mechanoid.

Even with hitting her limited Chiaia tried to attack the white mechanoid with a one handed blow from her sword. As the white mechanoid’s right arm turned complete black it fell off. Chiaia seeing this she lunged with her sword at its head hoping to bring this battle to an end.

With a twist of its body the sword missed its mark and sliding along the shoulders until its tail wrapped around the sword pulling it from Chiaia’s hands. With a powerful thrusting kick the white mechanoid sent Chiaia’s pink mechanoid hurtling through the air before crashing back into the ground. In vain Chiaia tried to get her mechanoid to respond to her but the damage was too extensive.

“NO! Wahanly!” cried Chiaia but she noticed that her mechanoid had reverted back into its cocoon state. “Oh please not now.” Chiaia panicked as she watched the white mechanoid running toward the castle were Lasharra was still watching from her balcony. Chiaia disengaged the link to her mechanoid and started exiting the cocooned mechanoid.

How I made it out of the battle I wasn’t sure. All I do know was both of the mechanoids I was fighting were down and the way to Queen Lasharra was wide open. This was the only silver lining since this all started. The man in the mask failed to do his job and put the blame on me. Now if I want to go home I have to see this to the very end all alone.

Before the battle I thought my nerves had gotten the better of me, but now after all is said and done my body is retching from the pain that seem to worsen as time goes on. The sweating and chills seem to come and go at random. It almost feels like a bad flu or maybe it’s some other kind of virus from this world that my body has no immunity to fight it.

Regardless what it is I need to finish this job before anything else happens. I steer my mechanoid toward the castle but the damn thing is falling apart. Half of the frame of my mechanoid has turned black causing one of my arms to fall off and one of my legs. I am left using my tail and remaining limbs to the castle and climb up to the balcony.

I guess I have pushed my mechanoid too far because when I disengaged the link nothing happened. The mechanoid powdered down but the cocoon never formed and I seem trapped in the bubble. The only thing left to do now is use the knife that doll gave me and break through the bubble. Using all my strength I ram the blade into the bubble. The blade pierces the bubble and I am able to cut enough of the skin to work my hands through it and rip the rest of the bubble out of my way so I can escape this mechanoid.

As I start to climb out of the cockpit my foot slips on some residue left behind from the bubble and I start to fall to the ground. I managed to grab the edge of the cockpit but my right was cut on a piece of metal. This is turning into a real cluster fuck between the sickness coursing through me and the job at hand it is hard to not wonder if it could get any worse.

Search my way along the balcony for Lasharra since this was the last place I saw her. Trying to stay in the shadows I don’t know if I could take any prolonged fighting at this point. My body is feeling so drained that just walking is such a daunting task. So my best chances are stealth at this point of the game.

I around the corner of the balcony to see Lasharra facing away from me looking out in the night. She almost seems like she is waiting for me and then she says “That was quite the show you put on out there Scared Mechamaster.”

Well since she already is expecting me I didn’t want to be rude and keep her waiting. I emerged from the shadows into the moonlight to face her as I drew my blade. This is the first chance I get to see the queen up close. The light from the moon makes her golden hair shimmer as if it were truly spun of gold. Her blue eyes seem to sparkle and shine as if they have a light of their own. The moon light looks like it is dancing across her soft white skin. To say she was just beautiful would be an insult to her. Another thing that struck me was she looked so young. If I had to take a guess, she couldn’t be any more than thirteen, or fourteen years old.

“You! You’re not a female?” Lasharra asked as her eyes widened in shock.

“No, I am not a girl.” I told her.

“Well then, we wouldn’t mind being killed by a Scared Mechamaster as strong as you.” Lasharra countered.

That statement hit me hard coming out of such an angelic young woman voice. The thought of robbing any world of such beauty and grace was just too much for me. I just couldn’t live with myself to do what was asked of me and kill her in cold blooded murder. I let the knife slip from my hand as I made up my mind. I was going to take her back to the masked man’s ship and he could do his own dirty deeds. I figured this was the best compromise available.

“Let’s go, I’m taking you back with me.” I told her.

“Oh? Are you saying you wish to elope with us?” Lasharra said mockingly as she put her hands on her hips. “To say that it isn’t an every so tempting offer, but you seem to be suffering from a nasty case of Aho sickness. Unfortunately, you are hardly up to whisking us away. Although, it is rather impressive you can move after everything you have done.” She continued.

Just then, the door behind me slams open and I could hear a single person’s footsteps coming up behind me in what I knew they were going to attack. The attacker lunged just as their foot was right behind me so I bent forward a second before the attack came. I grabbed the wrist holding the weapon and brought it over my shoulder in a simple throw. As the weapon came into my view, I took it out of their hand by bending their wrist slightly further back while they were in midair. They let it drop right into my hand.

I would learn later it was Chiaia that landed on the ground in a roll and came up by Lasharra to protect her from me. “It seems you still have some fight left in you.” Lasharra said with a smirk. The incursion from Chiaia triggered something that lit every pain receptor in my body off at the same time. Dropping the short sword I had to fight back the urge to vomit with what little power I had left in my body. That seems to be my biggest mistake because as I stopped from throwing up my brain felt like a drill just passed through my skull and was boring deep into it. The world went black as I stood there holding my head, and then I felt like I was falling into a deep void of blackness and pain of like I have never known.

“Hold on he’s a…he’s a guy!” Chiaia said as she straddled my waist with her hands on my chest. If things hadn’t gone so wrong and were different this would be a dream come true. Laying here on my back with an incredibly gorgeous woman straddling me, but as it was I couldn’t even think as the rest of my world slipped away from me into the void.

Chiaia grabbed for the sword and brought to a position to plunge it into the assassin’s heart. As she brought the blade of the short sword down in a killing blow Lasharra shouted at Chiaia to stop. Chiaia was able to stop the blade mere millimeters from breaking the skin.

“It is my duty to kill this assassin for attack your highness. Not only did he try to kill you but he broke into your bedding chambers. You know only one man is allowed in there and that is your future husband.” Growled Chiaia steering down at Kenneth.

“This fine.” Answered Lasharra.

“But if people stared to don’t the purity of your majesty it would damage the reputation of the empire.” Explained Chiaia.

“Which is not a problem, if those people never find out.” Lasharra told her. “But, primarily he is a precious witness in this assassination attempt. “She continued.

“I know Scared Mechamasters are rather rare it is difficult to believe someone would use him as an assassin. “Said Chiaia.

“We doubt he is even a true assassin. If he truly serious he would have kill us when he walked through the door. Whoever decided to use him in their plans elected aydın escort to use him as a sacrificial pawn. Who is to say we could not take him for ourselves now?” explained Lasharra.

“But why would we take him?” asked Chiaia.

“Think about it, he is a young powerful male Mechamaster. We would think he would sell for a high price do you not agree? Asked Lasharra. “Or maybe we shall just keep him for ourselves and sell his sperm to the highest bidder. Can you imagine the children of this Scared Mechamaster would be like? We believe he could be the start of a new kind of power struggle throughout all the empires.” She continued in her thoughts.

“Place him in the holding cell and tend to his wounds Chiaia. We shall entrust his care to you.” Commanded Lasharra. “Oh and do remember Chiaia no one but us is to know anything about his true identity. At least not yet, and when we have had some time to consider how to deal with this business.”

“As you command Queen Lasharra.” Spoke Chiaia holding her fist across her heart.
Lasharra adjourned to herself to the bedroom for the night leaving Chiaia there alone with Kenneth. She stood there several minutes thing about this strange mechanoid pilot. She knew everyone that attended the High Land Academy and yet she has never seen him before. Remembering the fight, she was very impressed with his tactics and fight style. In some ways she was rather attracted to him.

Leaving him there for a minute she wheeled back a gurney that she would use to take him to the hold cell. As she loaded him she noticed the cut on his arm was still bleeding. His clothes smelled and were in need of washing. If he was going to have any interaction with the queen the least she could do was clean him up and make him presentable for her highness.

After getting him loaded on the gurney, Chiaia pushed him toward the infirmary to address the cut on his arm first. While she was pushing down the hall toward the infirmary she was met in the hall by the senior house maid Mahya. When Mahya asked about the man in the gurney she told her he was a witness to last night’s attack and may have information on the assassins. Mahya assisted Chiaia in tending to his wound and taking him to the holding cell. After he was loaded in the cell Chiaia asked Mahya to help her undress him so she could wash his clothes so when the queen would question him he would be more presentable.

“Now Chiaia, you wouldn’t be peek into the gentleman’s undergarments would you?” Mahya teased Chiaia.

Turning red almost instantly Chiaia stammered “What? No, no of course not!” she stammered.

Before she could explain anymore Mahya escorted Chiaia out of the holding cell. “Don’t you worry about a thing Chiaia,” I’ll take care of it from here she told her. Besides, how would it look to for the queen’s bodyguard to be found stripping a man?” Mahya continued.

Chiai couldn’t speak or come control her imaginations. The thought of seeing such a strong good looking man naked seem to stir something inside of her. Getting herself under control she agreed with Mahya and left the room. Mahya on the other hand did want to see this handsome young man naked.

She wasn’t ashamed at the idea but then at forty years old chance of see a naked man of his age came far and few. Especially one that had blonde hair, with light blue eyes, and he had such an innocent baby face. He had to be just over six foot tall with broad chest and thick muscular legs. Mahya start removing his shirt and running her hands along his chest and stomach she could also feel his strength beneath his smooth skin.

His shoulders and arms seem well defined, so she figured he worked on a family farm or something like that. When she started unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants her heart began to quicken. She felt like a school girl again getting her first glimpse at a man naked. Once they were loosened she removed his shoes and started pulling on the pants legs. Every so slowly his pants lowered, and her excitement was building higher and higher. When the pants cleared his hips is when she saw his manhood coming into view.

She finished removing his pants from his body but her eyes couldn’t leave the thick, soft five inched cock. Her last lover had been this long hard, so her imagination was running wild with curiosity at how long this man’s erection would grow. She could feel the familiar itching of her arousal spreading throughout her body.

Mahya didn’t think time had been too cruel to her. She could still bed just about any male workers on the Swan. She stood at five foot eight inches tall and weighed close to one hundred and thirty pounds. She always amused herself in that must of her weight was in her breast. Her 36 DD cup breast always got the attention of men as well as women. Her slender waist and long toned legs were another favorite of her lovers, and many of them love to run their hands through her long dark brown hair. Of course, a few of her lovers found her cute round little butt to be mouthwatering since them would smack it and kiss it often enough.

Mahya love to fool most people that didn’t know her personally into think so was this refined and proper woman. One fitting to be the royal Head of Maids when in her personal time she was a wild woman. So, it came no surprise to her when she reached down and took the five inch soft cock into her hand and bent down to run her tongue across the head. She tasted the slightly salty sweetness of cum from the head and smirked to herself.

“Oh you naughty young man, wasting such tasty cum for your own satisfaction.” She chased the unconscious man.

Placing her hand at the base of his soft cock to keep it pointing up she used her other hand to softly caress his pair of heavily cum filled balls. She ponder when he last been with a woman if ever. The thought of him never felt the touches of a woman thrilled her to no end. She took his cock back into her mouth sucking it into her mouth, and running her tongue along the underside of his shaft until she reached the head. When the tip was barely in her mouth she ran her tongue around the head and pressed the tip of her tongue into his slit. Then she repeated this several times. On the fifth time down she could feel it starting to grow in her mouth.

The excitement factor of this just stepped up and notch when she felt the blood rushing into the cock filling and expanding it while it was deep inside her mouth. She began to swallow with the cock growing in her mouth feeling it growing until it hit the back of her mouth and start to grow down her throat. Never in her life had she felt her mouth so full of cock. Not only did the length grow but it thickened quite a bit. This had put her into a frenzy of lust. Her only regret was this young man wasn’t wake so she could hear his moaning for herself.

She removed her hand from his balls and hiked up on the hem of her dress so she could finger her wet little pussy as she sucked this beautiful cock to the finish. She just had to have his cum inside of her one way or another. She resumed sucking his cock but it had become harder and harder to force it down her throat to get the entire length of his cock inside of her mouth. Resided to the fact she wasn’t going to be able to do it she placed the hand holding the base to her mouth and using it as an extension to her mouth and went back to jacking and sucking his cock in earnest.

By the goddess this boy was blessed with the most amazing cock she had ever come across. She couldn’t believe the length or thickness of his cock. Her small hands couldn’t even wrap all the way around it, and she had already gagged herself several times in an attempt to swallow his monster.

Mahya doubled her effort to bring this monster off in her mouth. Then she felt it beginning to swell some more as she knew he was about to cum. Mahya added and twisting motion to her hand and mouth hoping this would seal the deal and reward her efforts with the tasty cum she craved so much for. The fingers in her pussy and rubbing her clit were bringing her speeding towards her own climax. It was simultaneous their climax hit at the same time. Mahya moaned her orgasm with the cock deep in her mouth with the head of his cock stretching her throat and his cock released a flood of cum straight down her throat. It was all she could do to swallow the first load or choke it back up along with his cock.

Being the greedy lover she was, she refused to give up on either. She did manage to pull back the spurting cock so she could savior his cum. It shot three more times of his thick sweet and salty cum filling her mouth causing it to seep around the edges of her mouth. She began to swallow some of the cum that was in her mouth and using her hand to milk the cock from the base to the tip to ensure she took every last drop he had to offer her.

Mahya, being the good house maid start to lick clean his cock making sure not a drop of his cum was wasted. She felt the nectar of her orgasm start to run down her leg after it started seeping past her panties. She knew that she had spent far too long alone with this boy, and knew if she didn’t hurry that someone might discover her extracurricular activities. Once she was satisfied he was properly cleaned back up she put the blanket over his body and gathered his clothes to have them washed. She closed the door to his cell and made her way down the hall to the laundry room.

“Good morning Miss Mahya.” Said Angela. Angela was one of her subordinates and fellow house maid.

“Good morning Angela. That was some excitement last night wasn’t it.” Mahya answered.

“Wow, it sure was. Did you happen to see that white mechanoid? I was really worried for Queen Lasharra and Lady Chiaia for a moment.” Responded Angela. “By the way Miss Mahya, you seem to have something on the corner of your mouth. Did the chief make some of his famous pastries again?” Angela asked her.

Thinking fast, she took the droplet of cum from the corner of her with her index finger and sucked it into her mouth. “Err, yes I had him save me one from yesterday in the kitchen. I guess you found out about my guilty obsession. Please don’t make a big deal about this and keep it between ourselves.” Mahya said with a wink of her eye, and walked off before any more questions could be asked by Angela.

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I’m Ethan, a few years ago when I was 19 I was invited by my friend Kamario also 19 at the time, to spend the holiday weekend with him and his family at their home, it nothing fancy or over the top it was just a four day weekend in a small town in North East California with my friend and his family. Kamario and I arrived at his family house early Friday afternoon; I was surprised to find that his mother was a total MILF when she greeted us at the door with a huge smile super excited to see her son, “Ma…” Kamario said “this is my friend Ethan” Kamario said holding his arm out introducing me to his Mother, at first it was all smiles and introductions while I was meeting his Father and his younger brother (12 ) and sister (14), followed by long hours of video game playing and eating junk food in Kamario’s old room, that is until Kamario got a visitor. She was a pretty girl average height and weight, she walked into the room wearing a very large green T-shirt and a pair of shoes, I couldn’t help wonder whether or not she was actually wearing anything at all under that shirt, she was an old girlfriend or something like that, Kamario didn’t tell me but the way they looked at each other it was pretty obvious that there was a history between them. Kamario took off with the girl, kind of a dick move to just leave me alone with his family but who am I to get between Kamario and pussy.
It was around 9:00PM; I was sitting on Kamario’s bed the playing Xbox when his little brother walks in the room holding a small booklet in hands, “hey… its Leo right?” I said “what you got there?” I asked trying to make small talk with someone seven years younger, “a book about hypnosis… I wanted to try and hypnotize my brother but I can’t find him” Leo said, “yeah, he took off with some chick a while ago” I informed “well do you mind if I try it out on you?” he nervously asked, “uh, yeah sure” I said with a chuckle and a shrug, it wasn’t that I didn’t believe in hypnosis, I simply doubted that he knew what he was doing, “wait… you’re not going to mess up my head are you, making me forget how to do math or something like that” I said mostly joking, “I don’t think… I’m not trying… no, no” Leo said shaking his head, I just looked at him for a moment pretending to be concerned, “I won’t, I promise” he said reassuring me.

“So what do I have to do?” I asked still sitting on the bed, “Nothing really… just hold out your arm, close your eyes and focus on my voice” Leo explained I did what he asked holding out my arm and he gripped my wrist with his middle index finger and his thumb like he was checking my pulse while I relaxed my body and shut my eyes, “now take a few deep breaths and alaca escort just relax” Leo instructed I played along doing as he asked breathing deep and slow.
“Now, I’m going to count down from ten and the closer I get to one the more relaxed you will get and when I get to one you will sleep and follow my commands” Leo claimed, “ten, nine, eight, more relaxed…” he started and I began to question what I should do, whether I should keep pretending letting Leo think he knew what he was doing? “seven, six, five…” he went on, or should I freak him right the hell out pretending to be crazy and make him think he brought out something… “dark” in me? “four, three, two…” he said, or should I burst his bubble and end the game?
“One, now sleep” Leo finished and I let my body slump a bit but I was in full control of myself, “no way” Leo let slip in disbelief, “hey…” he said, “uh… Ethan” he finally said and I realized he’d forgotten my name, “are you messing with me?” he asked I wanted to giggle but fought the urge keeping a straight face, but I didn’t know how to answer the question without giving myself away so I just kept quiet sitting there with my eyes shut.

Leo poked my shoulder then a few times trying to determine if I was faking or not to the point I wanted break and just smack him. “Ethan, can you hear me?” he questioned softly still unsure and I simply nodded my head in response, “uh stand up” he commanded, I sprang straight up like an army cadet standing at attention keeping my eyes closed, “now… touch your stomach” Leo commanded again and I did, “and stand on one leg” he demanded and I did that as well. I knew that Leo was testing me, seeing how far I would go before hesitating and then he would know if I was faking or not, “start hopping” he added, I wanted to laugh so bad as I hopped up and down on one leg with my hand on my stomach like an idiot.
“Ok stop… now start spinning” he said and that’s what I did, after a minute of that he finally told me to stop then hesitated a moment before speaking again, “pull down your pants” he said, I did hesitated for just a second but he didn’t seem to notice when I dropped my pants keeping things entirely PG-13 leaving my boxers on, after I dropped my pants it got a little too quiet so I opened my eyes just slightly and saw the look of shock and disbelief on Leo’s face as he stood there looking at me with my pants down around my ankles then slowly backed away to the door.
At first I thought he was going to go run and tell someone and I was ready to pull up my pants and just pretend nothing happened but when I saw him turn and look both ways down the hall and closed alanya escort the door then turn back to me looking super excited, I could only imagine the thoughts going through Leo’s head thinking he actually managed to hypnotize me. There was no longer any doubt in Leo’s mind that I could be faking.

What followed was the most unexpected thing to come out of Leo’s mouth when he whispered, “touch your dick”, I was shocked but kept the act going by keeping my boxers on and just placing my hand on my dick, but Leo moved closer and took things a step further, “not like that, like this” he commanded grabbing my wrist and making me rub on my dick. I should have stopped right there and just told him that I was messing with him but I was curious to know how far he planned on taking all this. I wasn’t normally into this kind of thing but I couldn’t help but get hard as I was made to touch myself, again I opened my eyes just a little to see the look on Leo’s face and he looked thrilled with his eyes focused on my crotch as he made me rub on my dick. “Pull down your boxers” Leo demanded letting go of my wrist, I had a second, then third thought about but I still did as he said pulling my boxers down letting my now hard ten inch cut dick stick straight out giving it a chance to breath. I risked opening one eye fully and I could see Leo looking down at my dick in awe eyes wide and mouth gaped open like he had never seen another man’s dick as big as mine before.

I felt an overwhelming sense of pride swelling up inside me as I spied on Leo staring at my hard dick mesmerized like he was looking into the eyes of god, I shut my eye again when I saw Leo lift his head, I stayed hard while he said nothing at all for what seemed like hours but in reality was only a few seconds, “jack off…” Leo finally said, I hesitated noticeably knowing that this was the line into the danger zone and there would be trouble if anyone came in the room, “hey, jack off” Leo commanded no longer looking for clues that I could be faking it.
(What the hell?) I figured just going for it putting my hand back around my shaft and started stroking, Leo moved around getting a look at me from angle he could even getting down and looking up at the underside of my dick and balls. Truthfully I was aroused; I mean I’ve never had anyone so transfixed on my dick the way Leo was, I opened my eyes glanced down and found Leo down on his knees in front of me looking right into the eye of my dick, I don’t know exactly what he was expecting but that looked like an invitation to me.

I shut my eyes again and started stroking faster letting out genuine alsancak escort but well placed soft moans of pleasure trying to let him know on some level that if he didn’t move he would get a little more than he bargained for. I warned Leo with my moans but either he didn’t get the hint or didn’t care that any moment I was going to pop, still jacking with my eyes shut I felt something warm and wet against the tip of my dick it was only for a moment and I didn’t check I could only assume that it was Leo’s tongue licking the pre-cum from the tip of my dick.
I was getting close and I knew Leo was still there in front of me, if this was what he wanted then he was going to get it. I could feel myself building up for a release and I was done trying to get him to move out of the way at this point I was more than willing to paint his face white, I grunted just a bit as I released and shot my cum, there was no “eww” or “gross” coming out of Leo’s mouth in fact he didn’t say anything at all

whether it was the situation or it was just a good orgasm I don’t know, but my whole body tingled from head to toe my legs went numb and I had to struggle to stay up on my own two feet, its rare that my orgasms are that intense but in that moment I almost broke and let it slip that I wasn’t really under Leo’s control.

I opened my eyes just enough to make it look like they were still closed and looked at Leo’s face as he stood up with my sperm sticking to his face and dripping from his nose and chin, “pull up your pants” he commanded calmly with a serene look on his face, I did as told and pulled my boxers and pants back up and watched as Leo turned and went to the door and peeked out looking up and down the hall as he did before then he left leaving me alone closing the door behind him, I couldn’t tell if he went into the bathroom or into his room but I heard a door close.
“Fuck…” I said with a sigh of relief and a smile on my face so happy I didn’t get caught I stretched my arms and legs a bit before hearing the door open, I snapped back into the position I was in when Leo left and just waited with my eyes closed, it wasn’t long before he came back in with a clean face, “I’m going to count to ten, when I do you’ll wake up feeling refreshed and you wont remember anything from the last fifteen minutes, understand” Lo said and then started counting.

“Nine, ten, wake up “Leo said and I opened my eyes, “I should have told you that wouldn’t work” I said with a shrug then go a huge smile from Leo, “what?” I asked playing dumb, “uh, nothing, thanks for letting me try at least” he said with a smile before scurrying off leaving me alone again.

For the rest of the weekend though I never actually caught him but I knew Leo was looking at my dick every chance he got, I didn’t say anything about it I just knew he wanted to try and hypnotize me again but I figured once was enough and denied him the chance to get me alone again.

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